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This past February my husband and I decided to try the hotwife lifestyle. It wasnāt a decision we made lightly and it came after a good two years of discussions and experimentation. I didnāt even know what a hotwife was two years ago. It wasnāt until after my husband revealed his deepest, darkest fantasies to me that I learned about the lifestyle and began reading about it online. Initially, it wasnāt something I was drawn to, but the more we discussed and explored his fantasies, the more interested I became.
Early on in our marriage, my husband expressed an interest in hearing about my sexual history. We were driving in the car one day and I made a comment about something risquĆ© I had done with an ex-boyfriend. He responded, āYou know, it really turns me on when you tell me stuff like that.ā
At first, I was taken aback by his admission, mostly because Iād never met a guy who was comfortable, let alone interested, in hearing about the naughty things Iād done with another man. But I like turning my husband on and I felt his curiosity was somewhat innocent, so I indulged him. He had all kinds of questions for me. I told him about the sluttiest things Iād ever done, my most memorable experiences, and the biggest guy Iād ever had. The stories about my hung ex turned out to be his favorite and he admitted to having a bit of a fascination with penis size. And truly, what man doesnāt?
Telling him about my past led him to admit that the idea of sharing me with other men also turned him on. He told me it was his biggest fantasy by far. I didnāt jump at the opportunity to open up our marriage. I had quite a few reservations in those early days. For starters, I wondered if this was an elaborate ploy to give him an excuse to be with another woman ā something I would not be comfortable with. I also worried that it was a trap. Was he trying to entice me to cheat? Would he egg me on, then pull the rug out from under me once Iād done the deed? My mind was awash with doomsday scenarios and I was very honest with him about my concerns.
We had many talks about his fantasies and each time I brought up my concerns he did his best to address them head-on. He assured me that he didnāt want to be with another woman, that he genuinely liked the idea of sharing me, and that there were no ulterior motives behind his desires. I recognized very quickly that he was being sincere.
In hindsight, I can admit that most of my initial concerns were overblown. I knew my husband loved me and I trusted him. Heād never given me any reason to suspect that he was unhappy or wanted out of our marriage. The more we talked about his fantasies the more I realized he was truly concerned with my sexual satisfaction. The thought of me having a raucous romp with a man who not only tickled my fancy but could please me better than my husband was the penultimate experience he envisioned in his pretty little head.
Now listen, a wild night of fun with my human Ken doll sounds like a great time, but I have a husband and that kind of thing canāt exist in a vacuum. Did he actually want me to have sex with another man? Could he handle it if I did? How would I feel about being intimate with someone else? Those were the real concerns we had to address before anything like that could ever come to fruition.
I want to clarify that we didnāt embark on this journey with the express end goal of stepping into the lifestyle. We just wanted to explore his fantasies and, well, one thing led to another.
We started with dirty talk and role-play. Iād play the part of a cheating wife and heād be the other man. Other times Iād tell him naughty things that I did with another man while we had sex. It was fun and hot, but neither one of us could stay in character for long without giggling.
As I mentioned earlier, my husbandās favorite stories from my past were about my hung ex, Patrick. The thought of me with a bigger dick excited him, so he bought me a 9ā dildo, which I affectionately named āDonnyā after my high school crush. Donny became a recurring participant in our sexual repertoire. Sometimes Iād use Donny while my husband watched, other times Iād let him control Donny. We even had a few mock threesomes, which I really enjoyed.
Despite all the fun we were having, we didnāt actively talk about taking things further until this past January. The catalyst for that was a night out clubbing that took an unexpected turn.
My husband and I donāt go out often, but every now and then we like to have a few drinks and dance together. Itās a good way to destress, reconnect, and it always leads to some very hot sex when we get home. This past January we went out intending to have a fun night to ourselves. Toward the end of the night, my husband asked if I saw anyone who caught my eye. I reluctantly said yes and pointed to a guy I had seen on the dance floor.
The next thing my husband said surprised me. āYou should go talk to him.ā
āAre you serious?ā I replied.
He was dead serious. He encouraged me to approach the guy and see if I could get him to dance with me. To make a long story short, I did approach him. His name was Tyler. He was 24, tall, tan, and muscular with short blonde hair and a pretty smile. My husband watched from afar as Tyler and I chatted at the bar. He bought me a lemon drop shot before asking if Iād like to dance.
āIād love to,ā I said.
Tyler and I danced together for a good 15 minutes. He was a great dancer too, which was easily the most attractive thing about him. He had his hands on my hips as I wiggled my butt against him, but soon enough he was running them all over my body. It all happened very quickly, but I was so into it. Knowing that my husband was watching from the upper floor added yet another layer of excitement. It felt so taboo, but oh so hot. And I caught a few jealous looks from men and women on the dance floor.
It felt like all eyes were on me that night. Surely some of the people there had seen me dancing with my husband minutes earlier only to now be dancing with someone else ā someone who was feeling me up in a not-so-discreet way. But I was too tipsy to care. I was dancing with one of the hottest guys in the club and I was enjoying myself.
After 3 or 4 songs Tyler spun me around and kissed me. I put my hand on his jeans and felt his cock. He kissed me again, but I was very suddenly overcome with feelings of guilt as if I had crossed a line. I knew my husband was watching and he had only permitted me to dance with someone else, not kiss them. I thought surely heād be mad at me.
I told Tyler I had to go to the bathroom and quickly left the dance floor. When I came out of the bathroom my husband was standing there with my purse and my jacket. We practically ran outside and I was so nervous about what he might say next. Much to my surprise, he wasnāt angry at all. He was incredibly aroused and told me repeatedly how hot it was watching me dance with Tyler. I thought for sure heād be jealous, but he kept telling me that he loved watching me let loose with someone else.
We went straight home and had some of the best sex weāve ever had. My husband couldnāt keep his hands off me. In the weeks that followed we started talking about going further and making his fantasy a reality, and by February we came to an agreement. We both wanted to give the hotwife thing a try.
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