A Growing Hotwife

When I think back over all the unusual erotic experiences I have had in my life, it's hard not to feel lucky. Sometimes people ask me, "What is the wildest thing you have ever done?" When I try to answer that question I invariably find it impossible to actually decide which experience I have had that was the "wildest". I usually end up just arbitrarily picking out something to tell them. If you want to ask me about an experience I have had, it is much better to ask me something specific such as, "Have you ever had sex in a bar or nightclub?" In that case, the answer would be, "numerous times", but it would make it much easier for me to select one of those times to tell you about. Please keep that in mind if you want to ask me a question about my erotic experiences.

In a previous entry I told about the time a young neighbour of ours and his friend spent the evening getting drunk with me one night my husband, Mike, was away at work. My husband was ok with me having sex with Scott, the neighbour. However, he didn't want Scott to know that he, i.e. my husband, knew about it. I could have sex with Scott if I wanted to, as long as I was discrete of course and as long as I didn't let on to him that Mike knew and approved. I would tell Mike every detail of course, but it would be his and my secret. As far as Scott was concerned, I was fooling around behind my husband's back. I didn't like people thinking that, particularly since it wasn't true but if that was what Mike wanted, I wasn't about to argue.

This approach opened up the possibilities a lot, much more than I had anticipated at the time. There were a lot of guys that would have loved to have sex with me, if my husband wasn't going to know. Not very many however, could get their head around the concept of my husband knowing and approving of it. By playing the part of a "cheating but very discrete" wife when appropriate, it would prove to be a lot more feasible to indulge in erotic adventure with some of the men I met through work and social activities.

This didn't affect me much right at the time except for my relationship with Scott and he and I only managed to have sex one more time, quite soon after the first. He got a girlfriend shortly after and the opportunity simply never arose again. I did start to let my hair down a little more as the sense of my new-found sexual freedom began to sink in. With Mike's encouragement, I began to dress more provocatively and found myself, more than ever before, being the center of attention for many of the guys at dances, parties, and other social occasions. He had been encouraging me to be more like that for a long time and was thrilled to see it finally happening.

For my part, I was just as thrilled in my own way, and my sexual adventurousness and confidence began to grow by leaps and bounds. If a guy's hand happened to slip under my skirt at a dance, I wasn't near so quick to move or brush it away as I had been in the past, if I liked him and found him attractive that is. I began to forgo pantyhose for garters and stockings whenever we went out partying, along with short mini-skirts and high heels when were out of town and everyone didn't know us. Looking back now, I would say that it was during this period, the last part of 1983 through 1984 that I began to develop into what we now refer to as a true hotwife.

There were many "firsts" for me in that period, my first time having my pussy fingered on the dance floor, the first under-the-table handjob, the first time I had sex in a crowded nightclub, and numerous others. A few of these things I had done before with my husband but never with anyone else. Most I would have never dreamed of doing except in my wildest fantasies. If you are interested, I will tell you more about some of these "firsts" in future updates.

Surprise Bedroom Visitor

This last weekend my husband and I had a great time reminiscing about Roger, the guy I talked about in my last entry. Mike has a memory like an elephant when it comes to remembering my sexual escapades. Although he may forget many other things, he never seems to forget any example of my naughty behaviour. We were both hot and horny after talking about the things I used to do with Roger which led to some awesome sex afterward.

Mike loved some of the things that Roger used to do. Of course many of them were on his suggestion originally. They often worked late together at the office when we were getting close to a deadline and amused themselves by dreaming up kinky situations they could get me in to. One thing that became one of Roger's favourite things was to slip quietly into my bed and fuck me, trying not to awaken Mike who would be asleep beside me.

My husband is a pretty sound sleeper but usually, once we really got going, we would jiggle the bed too much or bump him a little and he would wake up to the sound of his friend's cock plunging in and out his wife soaking wet pussy. I say soaking wet because I almost always would be. Roger loved to do oral and would always spend some time on that first before sliding his cock in. Typically I would cum at least once from the oral and would be dripping wet by the time he entered me which was a good thing as he had a unusually long and thick erection.

Sometimes, Mike would wake up when Roger was under the covers with his head still buried between my legs but usually it would be after he had mounted and was fucking me full out. Mike would usually just turn over and watch as Roger would bring me to orgasm and then blow his load inside me. Roger would then slip out of the bed and quietly go back to his room without saying anything.

Normally this would happen early in the morning just before it was time for our wake-up alarm. Occasionally however, it would be sometime in the middle of the night. It didn't happen every day but fairly often and I always looked forward to it. Whenever it did happen it was always exciting. There was something about being fucked in my own bed by another man, with my husband lying asleep beside me, that felt deliciously naughty.

Sometimes when circumstances allowed, Roger and I would go home from the office a little before Mike, purposely so we could be doing something naughty when he arrived. He would surmise what was going on of course. When he stepped into the house he would call out "Honey, I'm home" like the husband used to do in those classic TV shows before he walked in to catch us in a compromising position.

Roger and I would play innocent and pretend like nothing was going on even though he might have me bent over the kitchen table with his big cock buried inside me or sitting there playing with my tits while I gave him a blowjob. I would say something like, "Hi sweetheart. Roger was just helping me out with something. You weren't here to help so I asked him. You don't mind do you honey? He is such a big help around the house. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without him."

We would then usually burst out laughing but Mike would be as hard as a rock and the two of them would finish fucking me. If we had to go back to the office after dinner and didn't have time, we would just put it on hold for then and pick it up again later. It was a fun and deliciously naughty role-play that we never seemed to tire of.

I am working on a more extended detailed true story about my experiences with Roger during that era for Volume 2 of my private memoirs. I will be publishing them in the special online edition as they are completed.