I would never have cheated on my husband in a million years. At least not unless my judgment was seriously impaired at the time. I discovered long ago that with too much to drink almost anything is possible. Beyond that, I was way too honest a person to ever carry out a deception like cheating. However, playing the role of a cheating wife when, in actuality, my husband knew all about it, got easier and easier as time went on. I was always careful to make it clear to any men I got close to that I was not interested in a relationship other than a sexual one, along with simple friendship of course. If anyone showed any sign of having persistent designs on me in any other way, the relationship would soon be cut short.
There were a few of those over the years but not many. Most of the guys I got together with were very happy to relate to me on a purely sexual level, fellow erotic adventurers so to speak, especially when they realized it was that or nothing. In the latter part of the eighties when I began to work as a sales professional, I met a lot of friendly, ambitious, attractive men, some as colleagues but most as clients or potential clients. Playing the part of the "cheating wife" was very easy, not to mention convenient, in that environment.
For a while I worked as an Account Executive for a business publication, selling advertising to an established territory. A large part of that territory was in another city more than 150 km away. I had to travel there regularly to make sales calls, often staying over at least one night to save on travel time. I didn't really care for the job although I was very good at it but I did enjoy meeting my clients, most of them that is. The vast majority of them were medium-sized business owners and executives and most were very friendly and interesting to talk to. Almost all were men and for some of them I am sure that I was a bright spot in their day.
My libido was at a very high level during that period and I used to love flirting with men that I liked and found attractive. There was a guy named Greg whom I used to call upon who, for some reason was particularly attractive to me. He wasn't especially good-looking but had a great sense of humour and an intriguing personality. He handled the advertising for a cluster of related companies, several of which my company had long-standing contracts with. At first I used to call on him at once a month to make sure his needs were taken care of and ensure the continuity of the contracts.
Greg was always a fun guy to chat with and I always looked forward to seeing him. He tended to be quite forward and subtly let me know he was interested in me the first time I was in his office. Nothing happened between us then but I began to tease and flirt with him a little more each time I was in his office after that. I could tell that he loved it and looked forward to my visits. It was obvious when he suggested that he would be a happier customer if I called on him every two weeks rather than just once a month, the way I had been.
After that first time, when I was there for a meeting, before I walked into his office I would unbutton a few of the top buttons on my blouse. With the help of a low-cut push-up type bra, he couldn't possibly not notice the amount of cleavage I would be showing him. Normally, at work, I used to wear my skirts fairly long back then, knee-length or just above but I always wore stockings and garters rather than pantyhose. Whenever I crossed my legs I would make sure he would get a glimpse up my skirt or dress. The first time I did it I could tell that he noticed my garters and stockings by the way his eyes got wide as he stared directly up my skirt. I almost laughed out loud when he suddenly forgot what he was talking about and started to stutter and stammer.
These erotic games went on for a couple of months before anything significant actually happened between Greg and I. Once it did however, there was no going back for either of us. The first time we had sex he actually got a hotel room and we spent at least a couple of hours doing just about everything sexual we could think of. Primarily we spent the time fucking in every position we could think of and that we could achieve in that hotel room. After that first get-together, we rarely took so much time as that for our fun and games. Both of us had demanding jobs and simply couldn't afford to take that much time out of our day, unless it was a special occasion of course.
Wow. We certainly made use of the time we had though. Greg was an unusually imaginative guy and could be incredibly bold at times. I can't help but shake my head and smile when I think back about the things we used to do. My husband, Mike, used to love hearing about it. On the day I got back from my regular sales trip to Greg's city, he could hardly wait to hear about my day and I could hardly wait to tell him. We would try to force ourselves to wait until the kids were in bed before we started talking about it as it invariably led to some very hot sex.
There were a number of other guys that I had hot fun with over the time that I worked in that position but Greg was unquestionably the most adventurous. I will definitely be writing more about some of things that happened between Greg and I in future updates.
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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.
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.
Fun With Home Renovations
Back when my husband first began to hint that he might like me to have sex with other men, I must say I was a little confused by it. I had been brought up to assume that being married meant that I would never be able to consider such things, and still stay married that is. I was very happy with my marriage to Mike and wasn't interested in risking it for anything. That is not to say that I was never sexually attracted to other guys. I just considered sexual fidelity to be an inescapable part of the marital arrangement.
That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the time, we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well-aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.
Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in the future. Mike was extremely pleased and excited about how well I did with Rick and how much fun I had doing it. In fact, he was more excited about my newly-expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.
Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men. It almost boggled my mind at first but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective. I still didn't fully understand it but I came to know that he was truly sincere and very pleased and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons. He didn't think less of me. Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever. How could I complain?
A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Frank was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.
I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going. Mike had discussed the possibilities with Frank before so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on. I had no doubt that Frank would want to have sex with me. We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years. We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually. Nothing had never happened between us and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Mike.
I was wet with excitement before Frank even got there. I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. When Frank arrived, Mike told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project. When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Frank, he almost fainted. All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.
We played a game of strip-poker and, although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie. It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs. My tits and pussy were plainly visible and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me and were both sporting big erections. Mike was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Frank's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He had a nice sized member and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it. I immediately bent over and took it into my mouth and began sucking it like a big lolipop.
I was on fire. I wanted Frank's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment. Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time. I led Frank by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide. The thong on my lingerie was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy which was literally dripping with excitement. We fucked for a long while with Mike watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand. Frank surprised me a little with his stamina and I lost all track of time until I heard Mike say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.
Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20pm and by then it was a few minutes after 3. Frank started fucking me with renewed vigor and within a minute we both came. I had cum several times before but the feel of his cock spasming with orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax. By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready. When my daughter, about eight years old at the time, arrived home, everything was perfectly normal. Mike and Frank were in the basement working and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I could feel Frank's load oozing out into my panties but I kept as much inside me as I could, hoping that Mike would have a chance to fuck me while it was still there. There was something that felt very naughty about having sex with my husband, my pussy lubricated by another man's cum. I was beginning to understand my husband's strange desires a little. I thought he would appreciate it and a couple of hours later I found out that I was right.
That was the very first time I was fucked by another man in front of my husband. It has happened on many occasions since that afternoon back in 1982 but I'll never forget that first time. It felt like the beginning of something good and our experiences over the years since then have proven how true that feeling really was.
That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the time, we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well-aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.
Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in the future. Mike was extremely pleased and excited about how well I did with Rick and how much fun I had doing it. In fact, he was more excited about my newly-expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.
Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men. It almost boggled my mind at first but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective. I still didn't fully understand it but I came to know that he was truly sincere and very pleased and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons. He didn't think less of me. Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever. How could I complain?
A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Frank was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.
I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going. Mike had discussed the possibilities with Frank before so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on. I had no doubt that Frank would want to have sex with me. We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years. We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually. Nothing had never happened between us and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Mike.
I was wet with excitement before Frank even got there. I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. When Frank arrived, Mike told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project. When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Frank, he almost fainted. All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.
We played a game of strip-poker and, although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie. It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs. My tits and pussy were plainly visible and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me and were both sporting big erections. Mike was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Frank's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He had a nice sized member and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it. I immediately bent over and took it into my mouth and began sucking it like a big lolipop.
I was on fire. I wanted Frank's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment. Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time. I led Frank by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide. The thong on my lingerie was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy which was literally dripping with excitement. We fucked for a long while with Mike watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand. Frank surprised me a little with his stamina and I lost all track of time until I heard Mike say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.
Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20pm and by then it was a few minutes after 3. Frank started fucking me with renewed vigor and within a minute we both came. I had cum several times before but the feel of his cock spasming with orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax. By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready. When my daughter, about eight years old at the time, arrived home, everything was perfectly normal. Mike and Frank were in the basement working and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I could feel Frank's load oozing out into my panties but I kept as much inside me as I could, hoping that Mike would have a chance to fuck me while it was still there. There was something that felt very naughty about having sex with my husband, my pussy lubricated by another man's cum. I was beginning to understand my husband's strange desires a little. I thought he would appreciate it and a couple of hours later I found out that I was right.
That was the very first time I was fucked by another man in front of my husband. It has happened on many occasions since that afternoon back in 1982 but I'll never forget that first time. It felt like the beginning of something good and our experiences over the years since then have proven how true that feeling really was.
My Website is Ready, Finally
It's hard for me to overstate just how happy I am that my website, "Memoirs of a Hotwife", is finally up and running. Although I enjoy doing website development to a point, it is not my main interest, not by a long shot. Now that my website is ready, I can offer the special online edition of my memoirs which will include all of the original pictures and videos that go along with the true stories, all of the things that I couldn't include in the actual book itself. Eventually it will include my entire collection of personal pictures and videos, accumulated over all my years of living the hotwife lifestyle.
Naturally I have many memories that have nothing to do with being a hotwife. Despite what some people seem to believe, real hotwives have other things to do besides have have sex. We have to be concerned with our education, our careers, our homes, and, of course, our families, just like "normal" wives do. Our hotwife activities are something that normally takes place in our spare time, that time that is left over when our other important duties are done. Although my husband and I have been a hotwife couple for many years, there have been periods of time when we were simply too preoccupied with those other important things to indulge much in extramarital adventure.
That is not to say that I am a part-time hotwife. A lifestyle is not something that can be part-time. It is an approach to life, a philosophy, that one either adopts or doesn't. I am always a hotwife, even during those times when I simply haven't the time to indulge. I don't stop being a hotwife at those times, I am simply a hotwife that is too busy right then for play. Keeping things in perspective, the sexual exploits that a hotwife may indulge in are really just fun and games. They can be very exciting, rewarding, and satisfying but still just fun and games nonetheless. The more important things in life, such as family and career, always take priority, the same as they should for everyone, no matter their chosen lifestyle.
Having said that, I have usually found ways to explore my hotwife interests in my work-life and even at times when I have been really busy with other things. For example, back in the eighties, when my husband and I were extremely busy with a new business we had started, we still had loads of fun with a younger guy, Roger, who worked for us part-time. He even boarded with us for a time when he had some trouble finding an apartment. He was very aware of our secret lifestyle and would slip into our bedroom sometimes at night or early in the morning to have sex with me while my husband was asleep beside me. Mike got a huge kick out of waking up to find Roger fucking me on the bed beside him, my legs up in the air and me moaning with pleasure. Although we had absolutely no time for going out or socializing at the time, we still found a way to have fun and explore.
"Memoirs of a Hotwife" is intended as a place for me to share the memories and memorabilia specific to my experiences as a liberated wife. I won't be writing much about the rest of my life except where it is required to provide background or to put things in proper perspective. Perhaps someday, I will write a more comprehensive autobiography. If I do, that will be a project for years down the road. For now, I just want to get all of my hotwife memorabilia together in one safe place, to ensure that it is preserved for posterity. I hope that when it is completed, it will be a valuable and interesting resource for all those who are interested in knowing more about the actual experiences of a real-life hotwife.
Naturally I have many memories that have nothing to do with being a hotwife. Despite what some people seem to believe, real hotwives have other things to do besides have have sex. We have to be concerned with our education, our careers, our homes, and, of course, our families, just like "normal" wives do. Our hotwife activities are something that normally takes place in our spare time, that time that is left over when our other important duties are done. Although my husband and I have been a hotwife couple for many years, there have been periods of time when we were simply too preoccupied with those other important things to indulge much in extramarital adventure.
That is not to say that I am a part-time hotwife. A lifestyle is not something that can be part-time. It is an approach to life, a philosophy, that one either adopts or doesn't. I am always a hotwife, even during those times when I simply haven't the time to indulge. I don't stop being a hotwife at those times, I am simply a hotwife that is too busy right then for play. Keeping things in perspective, the sexual exploits that a hotwife may indulge in are really just fun and games. They can be very exciting, rewarding, and satisfying but still just fun and games nonetheless. The more important things in life, such as family and career, always take priority, the same as they should for everyone, no matter their chosen lifestyle.
Having said that, I have usually found ways to explore my hotwife interests in my work-life and even at times when I have been really busy with other things. For example, back in the eighties, when my husband and I were extremely busy with a new business we had started, we still had loads of fun with a younger guy, Roger, who worked for us part-time. He even boarded with us for a time when he had some trouble finding an apartment. He was very aware of our secret lifestyle and would slip into our bedroom sometimes at night or early in the morning to have sex with me while my husband was asleep beside me. Mike got a huge kick out of waking up to find Roger fucking me on the bed beside him, my legs up in the air and me moaning with pleasure. Although we had absolutely no time for going out or socializing at the time, we still found a way to have fun and explore.
"Memoirs of a Hotwife" is intended as a place for me to share the memories and memorabilia specific to my experiences as a liberated wife. I won't be writing much about the rest of my life except where it is required to provide background or to put things in proper perspective. Perhaps someday, I will write a more comprehensive autobiography. If I do, that will be a project for years down the road. For now, I just want to get all of my hotwife memorabilia together in one safe place, to ensure that it is preserved for posterity. I hope that when it is completed, it will be a valuable and interesting resource for all those who are interested in knowing more about the actual experiences of a real-life hotwife.
What is a Hotwife?
There seems to be a lot of confusion and discussion over exactly what the term "hotwife" means. I have been a hotwife since long before the term was invented so I feel that I am qualified to render an opinion on the subject. Since this is my blog, I guess there is no one to stop me so here goes.
A little research on the internet will yield numerous definitions for the term "hotwife", some of which are pretty good and some which are just plain wrong. One credible web site defines a hotwife this way - "A wife who is sexually uninhibited who has the freedom within her marriage to enjoy sex with both her husband and other men". This is good except it leaves out a crucial part. A hotwife not only has the freedom to enjoy sex with other men but also has the active support and encouragement of her husband in her sexual activities. A true hotwife is fully committed to her husband and never cheats on him or deceives him in any way regarding her sexual desires or exploits. This is something that they do together, whether the husband is actually present during the sexual activity or not.
Simply put, the true hotwife couple are very much in love with each other and have progressed in their relationship to the point where it is based upon mutual love, caring, and commitment, not exclusive personal possession of their partner's sexuality. Most people recognize that sex is not love. The hotwife couple have incorporated this philosophy into their day-to-day relationship and have achieved a level of honesty and trust well beyond what is typical in most marital relationships.
Indeed there is a lot more to be said on the subject and you can be sure that we will be discussing this in more detail in the future. In fact, one of the reasons I started this website is to facilitate real discussion on the hotwife lifestyle and what it entails in real life, not in the fantasy world of pornography websites. I hope that members will put forward their questions and opinions on my discussion forum.
I do love being a hotwife and I wouldn't change it for the world. In fact, today I was a particularly happy hotwife. I have a friend, Sam, who called me last night to tell me that he would be in town today and would like to stop by and see me, if I was interested of course. In fact, I was not only interested, but delighted as he is a really fun guy and I hadn't seen him for a while. I did have some spare time this morning. My husband, Mike, was away at work but he likes Sam too and would be excited to hear all about it when he got home.
Anyway, Sam dropped by and we spent some wonderful quality time together. We even set up the video camera and took some video of the encounter for Mike to watch later. Sam and I go back a long time and have had a lot of great times together. When I have a chance, I'll write the story of how Sam and I have gotten to know each other so well over the past few years. I'll include some of the pictures and video we have taken so, hopefully, you will find it interesting.
My First Blog Entry
Hi there! Wow! My very first entry in my new blog. I've often dreamed of being able to share my thoughts and experiences on my own website and finally it is coming true. Over the years so many people have asked and, yes, even pleaded with me to create a website. Even though I have always wanted to do it, my main difficulty was to actually find the time to make it happen.
I realize that if simply wanted to post my material on someone else's website, it would likely be fairly easy. However, to simply hand over my memories and mementos without any control over how it is presented, just doesn't work for me. We all know that the vast majority of the hotwife-related stuff on the web these days is just professionally made pornography posing as the real thing. My personal memoirs reflect the actually life experiences of a real person (yours truly) and I simply couldn't tolerate them being colored with the same brush as the rest of that stuff.
The hotwife lifestyle is a lifestyle choice that is growing in popularity and there are many real couples out there that are exploring its joys and challenges. There are many more that are curious and would like to try. Often wives are actually scared off by the way the lifestyle is described on the internet and many a husband who would like his wife to try being a hotwife is thwarted in his efforts to persuade her by the way hotwives are presented on many websites.
I happen to know first-hand how good the hotwife lifestyle can be for some couples and I would like to see those couples who are interested get the information and encouragement that they need to proceed successfully. I hope that, by sharing my memories and experiences of being a very happy hotwife, I can help make that a reality.
It would be hard to overstate how excited I am about "Memoirs of a Hotwife" website, especially now that it is actually open. For a while there, it seemed like it was just a whole lot of work and I wondered if I would ever actually have it ready to show anyone. I almost gave up on it a couple of times. Now, with much help and encouragement from my husband, Joe, and others, it is finally ready, at least enough so I can feel ok about inviting visitors to see it. If you have any suggestions of how I can improve it, please get in touch and let me know.
Sharing my real-life erotic experiences with people who are genuinely interested has always been exciting for me. I used to spend quite a bit of time in adult chatrooms and have posted on a number of adult sharing sites over the years so it is possible that you may have seen a few pictures of me before. In recent years I've just been too busy to do much of that and I do miss it, especially the feeling of erotic excitement I get sometimes from meeting new people and sharing intimate chat and pictures with them. In the past I have met a number of wonderful sexual playmates that way and I hope that now, with my own website, I will meet be able to meet more, in a virtual sense at least but hopefully in real life as well.
I will be writing in my blog and adding new material here every week so feel free to come back here often.
Have a wonderful day. Hope to see you soon... Julie
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