Hi Everyone,

Earlier this year my husband and I made the decision to give the lifestyle a try. I've been documenting all of our adventures over the last few months. I was sharing those stories on an app called Vent, but they recently banned nsfw content, so I decided to start sharing here instead. What follows is an account of my first official hotwife experience, which I wrote about in the days immediately after.

If you'd like to read about how my husband and I made the decision to give the lifestyle a try you can find that story pinned on my profile.

P.S. the names of all participants have been changed to protect their identities.

Enjoy!

My mind was all over the place following my encounter with Tyler at the club. He was easily one of the most attractive guys I’d ever kissed and I kept thinking not just about that night, but about the opportunity that lay before me. My husband had permitted me to get physical with another man and truthfully the temptation was starting to get the better of me. We had gone from being cautious and curious about opening our relationship to consciously admitting to one another — and ourselves — that this idea turned us on. 

We reached a consensus in February: we wanted to try this but in the safest way possible. Despite all the excitement, we still had reservations and thought it best to play things safe. Instead of having full-on sex with another man, my husband suggested I stick to oral only. Admittedly, blowjobs are not my favorite act, but I agreed. After all, if things went wrong I imagined I’d feel less guilty about a blowjob than I would sex. 

The big question looming over us was how are we going to find a willing participant for our little experiment? Well, my husband had a suggestion. I’d told him a few stories about an ex named Patrick and they were undoubtedly his favorite tales from my past. I had dated Patrick for a brief period in 2018-2019 shortly before I met my husband. He approached me at a bar while I was out with some coworkers. He was handsome, charming, and made me feel special, so I gave him my number. 

A week or so later I went on a lunch date with him. We ended up back at my apartment and headed to the pool. Much to my surprise, Patrick changed into his bathing suit right in front of me and when he pulled down his pants I caught a glimpse of the largest penis I had ever seen on a man. I was genuinely shocked by his size and oh-so-curious to get up close and personal. 

I ended up having sex with him several times that day. I’m rarely able to orgasm from penetration, but Patrick’s size meant he was able to stimulate both my g-spot and my a-spot, which was an incredible feat I hadn’t experienced with anyone else. The sex was so thrilling we ended up sleeping together nearly a dozen times over the next 4 days. By the end of the weekend, my little pussy was begging me for a break. 

Patrick and I only dated for about six months. The sex was great and we got along fine, but he wasn’t looking for anything serious so I eventually broke things off. About 8 months later I ended up meeting the man who is now my husband. As of February 2024, it had been 5 years since we dated. Oddly enough my husband and I ran into him at a local brewery sometime in 2021. Little did any of us know we’d all be reconnecting again a few short years later. 

I got in touch with Patrick again via text. At first, we just made small talk and caught up the way old friends do. I told him I was married, that we’d bought a house together, and gotten a new dog. He said he was happy for me and filled me in on everything new in his life. Then, I asked if he was single. 

“Yeah, why?” He replied. 

With my husband peering over my shoulder, I proceeded to proposition him, saying, “I know this is crazy, but my husband wants me to hook up with another guy. It’s his biggest fantasy and we want to make it a reality. Would you be interested in helping us do that?” 

Patrick replied almost immediately, asking if we were serious. I told him we were very serious and that he was our first choice. We texted back and forth for several minutes, then got on FaceTime so he could talk to my husband. Eventually, Patrick agreed to help us and we settled on the first Saturday in April for our tryst. 

The weeks leading up to our meeting were surreal. I’d describe it as a mix of nervousness and excitement, trending more toward the latter. As our date approached my husband encouraged me to tease Patrick, so I began sending him naughty texts and pictures. It felt strange teasing another man like that, but my husband got such a kick out of reading our conversations. I’ve always loved being provocative and getting a rise out of men, so turning Patrick on in that way had me feeling hot. Knowing he was lusting after me built up an abundance of sexual energy and anticipation for our meeting. 

In the days leading up to our date, I got my hair and nails done, went tanning, and ordered a new bodycon mini dress and a set of red lace lingerie. Then came April 6, 2024. My husband and I booked a hotel downtown. We checked in and met Patrick at a bar around 4 pm. The vibe was a little awkward at first, but after a drink or two, the mood shifted and became quite playful. The boys discovered some common interests, Patrick and I reminisced about our relationship, and inevitably the conversation turned toward the night’s main event. Patrick did not hesitate to express his excitement. 

After an hour at the bar, we decided to head back to the hotel. My husband told Patrick and I to sit in the back of the Uber while he sat up front. I was very tipsy by this point and started rubbing Patrick’s cock through his pants and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to suck you.” 

When we arrived at the hotel the boys sat at the bar while I went upstairs to get ready. I slipped into my red lingerie, touched up my makeup, and brushed my teeth. Then I texted Patrick and told him to come upstairs. He knocked on the door a few minutes later. I answered wrapped in a bathrobe and pulled him inside. As soon as the door closed I unwrapped the robe and let it fall to the floor. 

“Oh my god, Jessica.” Patrick was stunned. “You look incredible.”

We kissed a few times, then I showed him to his seat in a big chair. We had agreed to film the encounter, so my husband’s iPhone was set up on a tripod nearby. I turned the camera on and then got down on my knees. My husband was adamant that I give Patrick the best blowjob of his life. He wanted me to pull out all the stops, go above and beyond, and rock his world. I had come across a website called Bad Girls Bible in the weeks prior that featured a comprehensive guide on how to give mind-blowing blowjobs. I read every word, and despite being very tipsy, I did my best to incorporate all those tips and techniques when I sucked Patrick’s cock. 

I started with slow teasing, kissing his cock and running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. I stroked him slowly, sucked his balls, and made a few flattering comments about his size. I teased him mercilessly until he was leaking precum and practically begging me to suck on it. I took him into my mouth and held eye contact with him as I wrapped my pretty lips around his cock. I sucked him slowly and softly, cherishing every moment, and acting as if there was nothing in the world more important than his cock. 

Patrick was in shock and the look on his face was that of pure bliss. I took my time pleasuring him. Slowly but surely, I built up speed and enthusiasm. I kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of his cock. I told him how much I loved sucking him and even went as far as saying, “You’re so much bigger than my husband,” with a devious smile. 

I could tell Patrick was holding on for dear life. He’d tilt his head back and close his eyes in a desperate attempt to seek respite by disconnecting and putting his mind elsewhere. But he was conflicted — he wanted to savor every moment. He couldn’t look away for too long; he was totally mesmerized. The way he looked down at me with wanton desire sent a sexual charge through my body. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. 

Just as Patrick was nearing orgasm, I stopped sucking. I let go of his cock and it fell onto his stomach with an audible thud. Before he could even muster a reaction, I told him how much I loved sucking him. Then I started the slow build-up all over again, gently kissing and licking him up and down, before gradually taking him into my mouth again. 

Patrick let out a loud moan and for a minute I thought this man was on the verge of a heart attack, but he was merely lost in the throes of passion. No woman had ever worshipped his cock quite like that. A few minutes later I was eagerly sucking his cock and stroking with both hands. Patrick was so close and this time I let him finish. His cock erupted and flooded my mouth with cum. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he moaned. 

I swallowed every drop and continued to kiss and suck his cock after he came, all while he told me how incredible I was. 

“That was easily the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten,” he conceded quietly. 

Patrick seemed dazed and genuinely awestruck by the experience. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. 

Eventually, the camera turned off, Patrick got dressed, and I hopped in the shower. He went back to the bar and sat with my husband. I’d later learn that my husband asked him how things went, shook his hand, and thanked him for helping us. As strange as it may seem, the two of them were becoming friends, mostly due to a mutual interest in me. And to be honest, I couldn’t complain too much. Knowing that I was the object of desire for two men simultaneously was like sweet ambrosia, and I felt like a goddess. 

I remember standing in the shower moments after Patrick left the room thinking, ‘I can’t believe I just sucked his dick.’ I was still tipsy and giggled to myself about the situation, but an immense feeling of worry quickly came over me. I knew my husband would be returning any moment and despite all the preparations we had made for our night with Patrick I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done something wrong. Nothing is more important to me than my marriage and I would hate to put our relationship in jeopardy. 

I finished showering, slipped into a comfy pair of pajamas, and laid down on the bed. I looked over at my husband’s phone still set up on the tripod next to where Patrick had been sitting minutes earlier. I was so nervous about the video we made. I feared my husband would be overcome with jealousy and regret upon watching it. He had assured me countless times that this was what he wanted, but a part of me was still nervous. After all, a fantasy is one thing, but reality is another. 

A few minutes later my husband returned. I asked what took him so long and he told me that he had been talking to Patrick downstairs. I found it odd that he wanted to have a conversation with Patrick mere minutes after I had been sucking his cock, but he was curious to hear how things went. Apparently, Patrick had said some very nice things about me too.

“He’s totally smitten,” my husband said. “He was smiling from ear to ear and told me you gave him the best blowjob of his life.” 

I couldn’t believe he enjoyed hearing comments like that from another man, but I could tell his reaction was genuine. He even said he felt a sense of pride as if Patrick’s comments about me had validated his feelings. 

“I was like, you’re right — my wife IS beautiful and she gives amazing head,” he added playfully. 

I’ll admit, that Patrick’s comments certainly made me blush. Clearly, all of the effort I had put into this night had paid off and that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. I had teased him for days leading up to our meeting, read an entire novel’s worth of blowjob tips, and spent a few hours making myself look hot. Him telling us it was the best blowjob of his life made me feel incredibly sexy. 

My husband then asked how I was feeling and I told him the truth. I had fun, but I was nervous about the video and how he might react to it. Once again he assured me that he was okay with everything that had happened up to that point, then he suggested we watch the video together. 

“If either of us gets uncomfortable, we can turn it off,” he said. 

My husband took his phone off the tripod, opened his photos, and immediately gasped at the video thumbnail. The camera had been placed slightly behind Patrick, looking over his shoulder and into his lap, meaning his fully erect 8.5” cock was front and center in the frame. My husband then cast the video onto the TV in our hotel room and we cuddled up next to each other in bed. My heart was racing as the video began to play. 

The first thing my husband said was, “Wow, you weren’t kidding. His dick is huge.” 

A few seconds later I came into the frame, got down on my knees in front of Patrick, and began gently kissing his cock. My husband was absolutely mesmerized by what he saw. “Oh my god,” he said softly. He was already hard. I reached over and began rubbing him through his pants while he watched the video. I kept looking over at him out of the corner of my eye, curious to get a glimpse of his raw reaction to what was on screen. I swear, he was so enthralled with the video that he practically didn’t even blink. 

“Take these off,” I said while tugging on his jeans. 

He pulled them off clumsily while keeping his eyes on the television. I grabbed his dick and began stroking him slowly. 

“Do you like watching me suck that big dick?” I asked. 

“You look so fucking sexy with his cock in your mouth, babe,” he replied. 

I continued stroking while he enjoyed the video, and things ended just as quickly as they had started. His cock exploded and twitched in my hand, shooting cum all over his stomach and on the bed. The video continued playing as he collected himself. He reached for his phone only to realize he’d barely lasted 4 minutes, and there were still another 12 minutes of video left. My husband was floored. 

“Holy shit, how did he last for 16 minutes!?” He exclaimed. 

I couldn’t help but giggle. One of the things I’d always liked about Patrick was the fact that he had great stamina. My husband is no slouch in the sack, but Patrick was on another level. We had a lot of great sex when we dated and I had left some of those details out when I first told my husband about him, mostly because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Truth is, Patrick was the best lover I ever had until I met my husband. I wouldn’t attribute that solely to his size, though it’s certainly a factor. He was down to earth, easy to talk to, goofy, and he made me feel special. He listened when I talked and remembered the things I said. Basically, he made me feel sexy and comfortable, which allowed me to relax and let loose with him. The fact that he had a huge dick and knew how to use it was really just the cherry on top. 

Anyway, I later found myself weirdly aroused by the fact that I’d given Patrick so much special treatment that night. I had dressed up in lingerie for him — lingerie I’d never worn for my husband, mind you — and had literally gotten on my knees and worshipped him. 

In contrast, I had given my husband a handjob while wearing the most unsexy pair of pajamas I own. Patrick didn’t know that, of course, but I knew the experience had been an ego trip like no other. I mean, think about it: his ex-girlfriend, who is now married, had given him the most amazing and enthusiastic blowjob of his life while her husband patiently waited downstairs. And to top it all off her husband even shook his hand and told him “thank you” minutes after she had her lips wrapped around his cock. That had to make him feel something. 

Patrick would later tell me it was the most gratifying sexual experience he’d ever had, and of course, he didn’t neglect to mention that he’d love to do it again. My husband was eager to pursue a friendship with Patrick, which was unexpected given the circumstances. In the days following our meeting at the hotel, he texted Patrick all kinds of things, commenting on everything from the size of Patrick’s cock to how amazing I looked in the video and how impressed he was with Patrick’s stamina. Patrick showed me the texts and we couldn’t help but laugh about it together. 

The fact that my husband seemed to be putting Patrick on a pedestal above himself was surprisingly hot to me. He called him a “stud” on more than one occasion and his rose-colored view of Patrick began to rub off on me. Patrick seemed more masculine, more virile, and frankly, more and more desirable. 

It’s worth mentioning that Patrick is far from Adonis. He doesn’t have the washboard abs of an Abercrombie model or a jawline fit for the pages of GQ. He’s 6’3 and fairly average-looking with somewhat of a dad bod. If you saw him on the street you’d never guess he was such a stud in the sheets. 

I digress — my husband’s libido was supercharged for the next couple of weeks following our night at the hotel. We had sex nearly every day and he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I felt sexier than I ever have before, which was wild because I had been so nervous and apprehensive about the blowjob. I had built up this doomsday scenario in my head where my husband was going to flip out and our marriage was going to be irreparably damaged by this, but it was literally the opposite. We both enjoyed it, we didn’t have any regrets, and our sex life improved dramatically in the weeks following. 

As I’m sure you can guess, the story doesn’t end there. About a month and a half later my husband asked if I’d like to see Patrick again and go all the way instead of just another blowjob. Despite the positive first experience we still felt it necessary to take things slowly, but this was the next step we both wanted. I’ll admit I hid some of my enthusiasm from my husband because I didn’t want to come across as too eager, but on the inside, I was practically giddy with excitement. 

The truth is that sucking Patrick’s cock back in April was a huge tease for me. A part of me wanted to climb on top of him that night, but I knew I couldn’t. And while I was never deeply in love with him, I still found him attractive and we had great sexual chemistry. I knew I’d be in for a good time, and I was beginning to realize that I could have the best of both worlds: an adoring husband by my side and a hung boyfriend whenever I wanted him.