Following up from my last post with the full story of what happened Saturday night. It was an eventful night.

We (more me at first, more her later in the week) had been talking to this guy, who I'll call Chris, for a few days before setting a date for this past Saturday, at 7:00, at the bar of the hotel where we'd rented a room. She is 43, definitely a BBW, blonde and voluptuous. He is only 22, mixed race, skinny but very well defined body. She is into younger guys and I could tell right away she was very attracted to him. He told us he'd been a third a couple times before, but being with a woman near twice his age is a fantasy he hadn't yet gotten to fulfill. And he seemed genuinely into her (he respected her desire to not see any dick pics, but did at one point playfully let a glimpse of his hard cock through his shorts show on a video chat).

He showed up (a thrill, after the past few flakes we've had) and was physically exactly as advertised. But he was surprisingly awkward and hesitant, so much so that she began to lose confidence and think he wasn't attracted to her. After a half hour of awkward conversation she excused herself to the bathroom (legit, after one and a half drinks). After she left I said "hey man, if you're not sure about this we can call it, no offense on our part" and he said "no no no, I'm super into this, I just haven't done this with an older couple before." I gave him some quick advice to take his time escalating because she loves to be teased (verbally and physically) but she is very attracted to him and wants him to make a move.

I texted her "hey, he wants you, so much in fact he's just nervous" while she was away. When she returned I called an audible: I told her I needed to use the bathroom too and was she okay with just staying here chatting with Chris until I got back? She said sure. I was gone maybe three minutes. When I came out of the bathroom the first thing I saw was her laughing and blushing, and I knew I'd made the right move. I hung back a few more minutes, then returned and said "do you want to head back to the room?" She flushed and nodded. He said "Hell yeah."

The below is a summary of how the night went from there. I am working on writing an even longer, fuller play by play which maybe I'll post here or in another sub in a few days. Maybe some of you will enjoy reading it. We did not take video (a hard rule for her) so writing it out in words while it's still seared into my memory is how I'll memorialize it for us.

As she and I had discussed in advance, when we returned to the room I went straight to the sofa to settle in. I was going to be hands off unless she changed her mind later and asked me to join. However, things got a bit awkward again, he didn't seem to know quite how to proceed, he was just kind of making idle conversation, and she was so nervous she could barely speak. But he finally made a move, just putting a hand on her face, and things took off from there. He pulled off her dress; she pulled off his shirt, running her hands with relish over his chiseled chest and abs (something I don't have, and she was clearly loving it).

We entered the room at about 7:40. They began to undress and play at around 7:50. At 8:27 PM on Saturday, November 8 (I looked at the clock and will never forget the time), she became a hotwife.

He had her on her back at the edge of the bed, himself standing on the floor, holding her legs up and back, when he entered her. She moaned in a way I had never heard before. They had sex for, oh, about three minutes. Even with a condom that was all the longer he lasted before he came.

Happily, that wasn't the end of it. He was embarrassed about cumming so fast, but to his credit he didn't stop there. He rolled right into going over her body with his mouth, and then eating her out--she was screaming into a pillow--and 15 minutes or so later he was rock hard again. This time he sat upright on the edge of the bed and she mounted and rode him, face to face. After a few minutes of that he rolled her back onto her back, and he fucked her hard for about 15 solid minutes this time before he came again. That was the end of the night for him.

But not for us. She fell asleep almost as soon as he left, but when she woke up a couple hours later she and I had bar none the most explosive sex we have ever had in our lives. We fucked about 90% that intensely in the morning.

She spent Sunday crying off and on all day. She has a hard time enunciating her feelings, but it seems like vacillating between "I can't believe how good it was" and "I feel like what I did was so wrong". Like last time (when there was oral but no sex) she says she's not going to do it again. She's also still pretty sore inside--his cock was a bit longer than mine, and straight where mine is curved, so he was hitting spots she'd never had hit before.

As for me, it's odd--I admit to feeling intense jealousy. When he first entered her and she moaned, I was gripped by the feeling that I'd made a terrible mistake. But it was quickly overpowered by just how incredibly hot it was watching her have sex. When she was straddling and riding him I felt like I was going to cum without even touching myself at all.

Some of the jealousy feelings, for sure, were because she was enjoying his body in a primal way I'd never seen from her before, not having a body that good myself. But I also believe her 100% when she says the real highlight of the night for her was the sex she had with me at 1 in the morning. I may not have his body, but I am the world's leading expert on her body, and I put the expertise to good use, I dare say. After she had that final, grand-finale orgasm on my cock, she was sobbing, shaking, clinging to me like a liferaft in the open ocean, and saying "I love you so much I love you so much" over and over. It was a beautiful, perfect moment.

I have no idea where it will go from here. I'm okay if she really never does it again--but I bet she will. And I confess, I hope she does. I'm sure she and I will talk about it more in the next week or two.