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.
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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.
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.
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