To the mods of this sub: I know specific locations are against the rules, but it seems like the context of that rule is more about "looking for" posts rather than a story/experience that we had in the not-even-our-hometown that is included, so I think we're okay?? Sincere apologies if not, we have nothing but respect for the people that freely volunteer their time to help accommodate ourselves and people like us that try and make sense of an altogether, we shall say, unconventional relationship. <3

A story many of you have heard or experienced yourselves before, I'm sure: we got stood up.

Wife and I traveled to Las Vegas to be with friends and, wanting to also meet new friends, posted in several communities here to hopefully find a fun local. The arrangements we made in advance were to stay with close friends Mon/Tues night, and get a hotel room Thurs/Fri night - both to be kind to the mother-father-son family we would be staying with (after all, we expected to have some late nights and they didn't need us stumbling in at absurd hours of the night/morning) AND to give us a private place to host a dirty tryst. Communication with potentials were good! Two stood out, one for his absolutely courteous introductory message that we certainly appreciate, and one for his absolute unit of a cock - wife was nearly drooling from top and bottom!

Both said Wed was preferable, but the courteous medical professional was also only visiting and would have to meet earlier, near 5pm we supposed. Kind of interrupts our plans for touring Vegas and being with friends, but... this is a sexy man for wife to enjoy! Okay! We're on for several hours before he needs to be at the airport again. Texts had been exchanged into late the previous evening, everyone is excited. On Wednesday, we text him on our way to the hotel, asking what time he'd like to come over (just hours from now, darling!! Nerves are alighting). No response by the time we get there, that's okay, he's doing his own stuff too, after all. Now we've checked in, time for my wife to shower and pick out her outfit (drop dead gorgeous blue dress with easy access in the front! Matching blue underwear, unghhh). Before that, though, let's take an enticing picture to send just to increase all of our anticipation. Send, with the message confirming our check in, and please let us know when you're free! We spend the next amount of time encouraging each other, and talking about what we expect and hope from our meeting, and what we can do to make our visitor have as excellent an experience for him as for us. Nerves and emotions are nearly on fire. Check the phone at frequent intervals. Nothing, nothing, nothing...

Okay, well... It's now the time he said he needed to be at the airport. No problem! There is still that gorgeous cock that preferred Wednesday also. We still have him! Snapchat names are exchanged between himself and my eager wife. He tells her he just needs to feed his kid and wait for another family member to arrive to watch him. Nerves still aflame and chattering between ourselves about the fun that awaits us both, we wait. And wait. And wait. Teasing messages meanwhile continue to be sent and received, the tension palpable. Eventually, the returning messages cease; he's still waiting for his familial babysitter. Silence. We decide to have a drink at the lobby bar, and spend the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company. Late before bed, we notice a last message of that evening: sorry, fell asleep on the couch, you still up?

Nah... maybe tomorrow?

Tomorrow, plans and emotions are reignited. He doesn't work Friday, he can come out late, a babysitter isn't a problem. Excitement mounts once more. Snapchats are sent and received frequently throughout the day, which we spend touring Vegas and having fun with friends - Alice's Dream escape room, the nearby Hello Kitty cafe, Area 15 and Omega Mart, so cool! Finally it's time to depart from friends and return to the hotel, time to get ready. A shower, a change of clothes (red lingerie covered by a simple and cute kimono style robe) and a Snapchat later and we're on the couch together, all excitement and stomachs aflutter. This time, it's happening. He's on his way over, right now - after a short video of him teasing his own cock to the previous pictures sent. Oh yes, she's ready and eager to be split open wide with me in the front row seat.

Just after twelve, he messages that he's just entered the hotel - he's already been given our tower number, our floor and room number. We are minutes away. Those minutes pass and he messages that he forgot his phone in his car. "The anticipation is mounting!!" and nervous smiling emoji! 10 minutes pass: did i need to bring condoms? NO! We have various sizes covered - unless Magnum Large is still not enough. Okay, I'm getting on the elevator now.

She and I on the couch together: hugging, kissing, talking, smiling, laughing, and checking the phone periodically - what more is there to say by message? The knock at the door is imminent and oh my god, when we do hear him knocking! But nothing, so check the phone again.

Is your room number (something different). No... we gave you our room number. We gave you our floor. We gave you the tower we're in. At this point, it's now 40 minutes past when you said you were physically walking into the hotel.

...

Excitement drops. We both consider the possibility that... this... guy... may not be... for real...

"Should I head out? Lol"

...

Queue the windows closing sound from my wifes extremely disappointed pussy.

Let's go down to the bar, we have two free drink vouchers and we can just relax from all the previous build up and disappointment. We aren't even sure if this is salvageable. If he does turn out to be for real, do we even continue at this point? "We're going down to the bar for a drink". His response? "Let your husband get the drink, he can come back to me drilling you."

Uh, no thanks. No. Really? After everythi- are you serious? NON-SALVAGEABLE, immediately clear. But, "We'll be at (NAME OF HOTEL BAR) if you want to try to charm us. My husband doesn't get left out."

He's gotten enough pictures to have a near idea what to look for, even if we haven't shown her direct face. Also probably easy to spot him, just look for the (height, race) man vaguely wandering the bar and looking at whoever is there. We only start bothering to check Snapchat at infrequent intervals at this point - he knows where to look.

We don't see anybody like what we would expect to see. Night: wash. Let's go back up and relieve that tension together. <3

Learning experience, I guess. We talked a lot about it, and we're not mad at either of them. The medical professional did text back late Wed night that he got caught up with "errands" - which, idk, wtf, you're visiting, what errands do you have in a city you're only visiting in. If life gets caught up with you, we get that, just communicate it - you're seeing family or friends and you can't break away without being a total asshole. FAIR ENOUGH. Don't leave us hanging.

The second one, sigh. We think because of his original excitement, following by pussy-footing upon arriving at the hotel, followed by excitement again about starting without the husband (he can walk in to me drilling you), simply means he got performance anxiety in front of another man. That's fine, dude. Communicate it! We offered to share a drink together on meeting, we can do that and introduce ourselves, get acquainted, get comfortable. He presented himself in such a way through messages it didn't seem like that was going to be a issue - and maybe that wasn't it, who knows - but something either held him up from going through with it or he was just never legit to begin with. We both think he was legit but got cold feet. Again, that's totally fine but bro, communicate it. We'll help you if we're able.

We really tried. It'll be great when we get to the point when we can dictate encounters entirely on our own terms but currently, this is still novel to us. We wanted this to happen, so we displaced our own touring of a new city to try and accommodate the third party to our own fun. Because of course we do, because of course we wanted it to happen so badly. It sucks, but until we're really seasoned, it really is part of the experience, isn't it? I personally have seen enough stories to know that this is part of the journey. So our advice to any hotwife couples out there: don't lose that courage that let you put yourself in that position in the first place. Opening up the marriage or relationship is a HARD step. The rewards are grand, but they come with misfires, either by your own or their step. Be there for each other. We ended the night on positivity: the two of us together both down in the bar and back at the room. Talk about your feelings regarding the disappointment and talk about the anticipation yet to come. It's your journey together!