I know most posts on here are for the couples that want a guy to immediately come over, bang the wife, and leave and I can totally respect that. I wish that did it for me. There's something about getting an advanced degree and finally making your way up the financial and social ladder that makes your tastes complicated. Like Arby's just isn't good enough for you anymore.

I want a hotwife that wants us to wind her husband up a bit. Make him sweat. Ride the line. He expected when he started out on this that he might get you to bang a guy eventually, but now he's in a 7 part Literotica series. Whenever you're not at his side, he's constantly and feverishly checking his texts waiting for your next message. You're going to let me know what will push his buttons and I'm going to devise a battle plan.

Maybe he's been asking you to go hotwifing for years, but you just weren't ready. Go out to eat with him at a restaurant, tell him you're ready, confirm it's what he still wants, and then tell him you need to go grab something from the car. A few minutes later he receives a picture from you. Your hand's on my leg. You text him "I'm not sure how far we're going to go tonight. I hope black men were okay. You can watch, if you can find us. I'll text you hints on where we are." That's right, your husband is now going on a hotwife pussy scavenger hunt. Every few minutes he receives a hint and a picture of my hands in places on you that make him increasingly nervous. Let's keep escalating this date after date to keep him just on the horny side of anxious. Find where your husband's line is and keep riding it. Find out what might drive your husband to kill, then back it off a little. Actually, let's back it off a lot from that, I'm a black man so no jury would convict. But anxious. Horny anxious.

Our dates will vary. Not just restaurants, but maybe galleries or Marvel movies (but dear god not DC). Maybe even a movie theater where you tell him you'll just have to text him descriptions of what we're doing because it's too dark. Maybe at some point he receives a video anyway. It's dark. He's not sure what he's looking at. Are you doing what he thinks you're doing? In a theater? You've never done that in a theater with him (again, I don't mean watching a DC movie).

A little about myself. I'm told I'm endowed with a good sense of humor. And yes, you can read that last sentence two different ways and you should. I'm in my 30s, fit, black, successful, and married to a sexy hotwife that is very much on the submissive side and, should we decide to spend time at my place, may be helping us with some of the camera work for the video clips we may be eventually sending your hubby or other stuff as the need/desire arises. Yes, she's into this too. The things that give us mind blowing orgasms have gotten oh so ridiculously complicated.

A little about you. You're late 20s to 40s. Attractive. Intelligent. In decent shape (I'm a black man, so thick ain't a problem and getting a belly after kids ain't an issue if you're hot). You know your husband enough for us not to end up on one of the most watched episodes of Forensic Files of all time.

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