For a little bit of context, I typically don't even entertain the idea of talking to anyone under the age of 30. At this stage of my life, I just need to be able to have some kind of conversation in between all the fucking and I just came to find that I simply don't have much in common with the younger crowd anymore. Plus, as I got older, I started to get a lot of the young guys fetishizing my age which I can completely understand given that I went through an older guy phase when I was younger, and I did have a few years when it was a lot of fun hooking up with young guys. But, when the focus is so much on my age, it doesn't make me feel great.

Anyway, one of my husband's Christmas gifts to me was booking a night at my favorite hotel for me to have some fun. The only caveat was that it had to be someone new. Although a great idea, given that it's a holiday weekend meant that most men have to spend time with their family and can't really get away. So, that's how I ended up meeting this young man. From the beginning he stood out because he didn't start by telling me that he had always wanted to be with an older woman (there were five other younger guys that I matched with who brought that up within the first couple of messages). He was charming, funny, and complimentary without being creepy or cheesy. I explained the situation to him and he was absolutely up for some fun. We were supposed to meet at 5:00 but there were some unexpected scheduling changes and I ended up running late. He didn't whine or complain or rush me. He was completely understanding and even made use of the extra time on his hands. When I finally got to the hotel, he made me a drink and asked how my day was.

I will admit, the energy and vigor and short refractory periods of a young man can be a lot of fun. He was incredibly excited and almost thankful. We had a lot of fun. I'm the one who ended up asking him if he had ever been with a woman my age and only then is it that he admitted to having it be a fantasy of his. He didn't make it a primary focus. He didn't constantly bring it up. He just quietly enjoyed the fact that his fantasy was becoming a reality.

We had originally agreed to wrap things up at around 9:00 p.m., but every time I started to get dressed, he would start touching me or kissing me and we would go at it again. I ended up not leaving until around 1:00 a.m.. He ordered an Uber for me, walked me out to the front of the hotel and waited with me to make sure it was the right car. He actually handed the driver a $20 bill and asked him to make sure I got home safely. Then, he sent me these texts thanking me for a great night with zero expectation of even a reply since I had told him that this was a one-time thing and we would not be in contact again after this. Completely respectful of those boundaries. Then, he proceeded to bathe me with the sexiest string of compliments I've heard in quite some time. This is what every experience should be like for a hotwife so for all you lucky thirds out there, take notes!

I'm certain that he's an exception and I just got very lucky, but if this is what today's youth acts like, I might have to start dipping into that pool again.