I had written several stories about my first experiences as a hotwife and exploring this lifestyle. I find that I normally (and still do) prefer a single partner at a time but it gets difficult when our lifestyle may not mesh. My first experience was with a university student (and I had written several stories about him) all ending with him graduating and having to leave the city for work. I knew it was always a certainty that these relationships were never going to last but I still felt sad.

Over the next few months, I found myself reflecting a lot on it and even though I did text him, our texts became less frequent and without physically seeing each other (and enjoying each other's bodies), it slowly died out. My husband and I took an unintentional break from the lifestyle but I knew deep down he was always wanting me to go back and deep down I knew I wanted it to but I wasn't ready just yet. We would talk a lot about what we liked, what fantasies we wanted to indulge in and all of that. With my first partner, it was clear that his enthusiasm, his stamina and admittedly the age difference really turned both of us on and it almost became a prerequisite for any future partners and especially long term ones.

Anyways, I started new hobbies that summer as a way to learn new things and meet new people and one of them was learning to dance. The studio did salsa and bachata and immediately I was welcomed by an incredibly diverse group of people. All ages, all ethnicities, men and women. I had no idea how welcoming the community was and for a complete beginner, it was incredibly exciting to be a part of this and learn!

You would think it was intimidating but many started at the same stage and I found myself growing more and more comfortable in my movements. Yes, I still sucked but at least I don't step on people anymore and today, I am absolutely a much better dancer! I know this isn't sexy at all but I like to give context so bear with me.

They would go out for drinks, they would have drop in sessions and late night sessions. If I wanted to go dance, it felt like there was an opportunity every time. My husband would always ask me about who I danced with and him, not knowing the community, immediately assumed that the environment was sexual. Even though a lot of the movements were sensual (especially for bachata), it felt much more like physical expression and weirdly it didn't feel like there was that sexual tension or lust that existed. That was until I started spending more time with Gabriel.

Gabriel ran some of the lessons and admittedly checked off a few boxes of mine. He was in his mid 20's, fit and I guess the fact that he was one of the instructors gave a weird power dynamic that I found sexy. Anyways, I will say that there was so no sexual attraction at the start but as I got to know him and spend more time with him, his charm and physique at least drew my attention. And as time passed, at the parties and when we'd go out for drinks, I found myself talking to him more and more to the point where we would occasionally text each other for non dance purposes (talking about our personal lives, joking about things etc).

My husband obviously caught on and was immediately curious as to who he was and what was going on. I knew that he was motivated and wanted me to get back into the lifestyle and over time, I started to imagine Gabriel as a potential future partner. But it weirdly felt too soon, like I hadn't gone through my proper mourning period yet with my previous partner (which looking back feels so weird and so wrong on many levels). He knew when to push and when it became clear to me that I did want him, the final push from my husband pretty much made it a reality.

Given the tight knit community that we both were in with the studio, I didn't want to just ruin it by being too forward. Similarly, I didn't know if I suggested a relationship, that the news would come out and everybody would know the lifestyle my husband and I were in. I still, to this day, avoid telling anybody for the sake of our personal lives and it is something that likely impacted why I took such a long break from all of this. So, as my husband agonizingly describes it, I went at a snails pace. In my mind, I didn't really do anything different but let our friendship evolve.

We started texting a little more frequently and over time, we grew a little more flirty. I remember feeling the nerves that I used to felt when I was younger, trying to figure out if there was any interest from him but also knowing that he may not be forward given I'm married. But over time, the guards fell down and we started to talk about his dating life and his relationships. He talked about how difficult it was to find meaningful relationships and me too honestly responded with how surprised I was given how attractive I found him.

I tried to search through my old texts to find out how we got here but from my very bad memory, it ended up with me suggesting he take me out on a "fake date" just to see if he was giving off any red flags and him confirming it was ok with my husband. My husband obviously said yes and by that same weekend, he and I were at a restaurant, drinking, laughing and genuinely enjoying each other's company. He looked and smelled incredible, with a button top that was unbuttoned just enough and his sleeves rolled up to show his arms. And the compliments he threw at me drove me insane. I wanted him badly but I felt the nerves of ruining a perfectly good friendship impacting my thinking and dimming down my hornyness.

My husband would check in constantly and I told him honestly how I felt. That if Gabriel made a move, I would let him do whatever he wanted with me but if he didn't, I wouldn't push him beyond what he was comfortable with. He responded "with how you look tonight, he would be crazy not to want you more" and that immediately settled my nerves. As we left and started walking down the street, I remember grabbing his hand and we sort of drunkenly walked and danced through a park to his bus stop. He lightly spun me and I remember him pulling me towards him before my hand landed on his chest and our eyes met.

He awkwardly held me before letting go but I held him tight and maintained his gaze before saying "you can kiss me if you want". Before long, we started making out as I pulled his body tight against mine while we stood there. It felt incredible and as my hands held him, I realized just how badly I missed this feeling of being caught and the thrill of being sexually desired in this way. We stood there kissing for a while before we separated and slowly caught our breath while still holding each other and I said "I want you to take me back to your home".

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. He won't care. I don't care" I said before he pulled me back in for a kiss. We hurried off to the bus stop as I texted my husband all that had happened. We had a long night ahead of us and all I remembered was the pulsing feeling my body felt and the desperate desire to have him inside of me.

I hope you all don't mind the cliffhanger ending but I feel like my stories are so long that sometimes, it is difficult to fit it all in one place! My husband is dying to share his side of the story and his experience but I think I'm too excited to not write the next part!