Over the years, we have always been very careful to keep our private lives private. Even to this day none of our relatives and very few of our old friends know that for years I have had sex with men other than my husband. A few of them may know or surmise that I have strayed from my marriage bed a time or two but would not imagine that Mike knew about it, let alone that he helped and encouraged it. It is a lot easier for most people to understand the concept of a cheating wife than it is to understand the concept of a sexually liberated marriage. In the unusual case that someone who knew us found out about one of my exploits, it was easier and safer for us to just let them assume that I was cheating on Mike without his knowledge.
When it comes to family and relatives, as far as I know there was only one who may have surmised the truth. I had a nephew, Jake, who back in the mid-eighties came to stay with us a couple of different times, for about six months each time. He was the son of my older sister, only a few years younger than me and very good-looking with a charismatic personality. Back then he was very much the party animal and as a result, ran into a lot of problems in his home town. He was looking for a fresh start when in the spring of 1985, he asked my husband and I if he could board with us for a while.
Jake had a job at a night club in the city and worked nights most of the time. With me being a stay-at-home mom right then, Jake and I ended up spending a lot of our free time together during the day whenever neither of us were busy with something else. Being quite close in years, my twenty-seven compared to his twenty-three, as we spent more time together, our relationship became more that of good friends rather than aunt and nephew.
When I didn't have to go out in the morning, I was in the habit of remaining dressed only in my skimpy nightclothes until my husband and school-age daughter were gone for the day and I got the basic housework done and had my shower. Working nights, Jake was not an early riser and for the first couple of weeks he was there, by the time he was up and around, I had already had my shower and was dressed in my street clothes. It was inevitable however, that at some point he would catch me before I got dressed.
One morning Jake surprised me by coming up from his basement room much earlier than usual. My daughter had just left for school and I was still sitting at the kitchen table having a coffee, dressed only in a semi-sheer lacy red babydoll and matching thong panties. Right at first, I was self-conscious and a little embarrassed. He seemed to just take it in stride however, and didn't say anything about it or even let on that there was anything unusual so after a few minutes, I just relaxed and quit worrying about it.
As we drank coffee and chatted I could tell by the way he smiled and his eyes wandered over me that he was pleased by my appearance. When I got up to go to the bedroom to change, he said that he really liked the way I was dressed and, as beautiful and sexy as I was, he wished I would dress that way every morning. I was flattered by his comments and could feel myself blushing. I told him that I actually dressed that way every morning, he simply had to get up early enough to see.
Although the incident was embarrassing, I also found it kind of thrilling. From that day on, whenever I could, I intentionally avoided getting dressed until Jake was up and around. Sometimes, when my nightclothes were more conservative, I would purposely put something more revealing on before he got up and I would often wear it until I had to go out or something else came along that forced me to put on my street clothes. There were even a few kinkier items that I had such as crotchless panties and open breast negligees that I put on for him as time went on and I became even bolder.
There was never anything sexual behaviour between us, after all we were nephew and aunt, and neither one of us would have felt comfortable with that. Nevertheless, he did love to look and thoroughly enjoyed seeing me scantily dressed, often making comments about how hot and sexy his aunt was. Being able to indulge my exhibitionist tendencies with an attractive appreciative guy whom I knew wouldn't make sexual advances was thrilling, to say the least. It wasn't long before I was doing it whenever I had the chance, not only mornings but also late in the evenings or on the weekends, whenever Jake or both him and my husband, Mike, were around and the kids were away or in bed.
Mike had always encouraged me to dress sexy and strut my stuff for other men whenever the opportunity arose and he was totally thrilled with my exhibitionistic behaviour in front of Jake. It wasn't long before both he and Jake were regularly buying me new sexy lingerie items to wear for them. It was a very erotic situation that continued for the rest of the time that Jake boarded with us that spring and summer of 1985.
At the time we all saw it as just harmless fun, erotic but not sexual, in the sense that there was no suggestion of actual sex. That began to change when, in the following year, Jake came back to stay with us again and our game eventually came to include a couple of Jake's friends as well. However, that is a tale for another time.
A detailed true story from that time will be included in Volume 2 of my ebook series, "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife" which will be published sometime in 2009. It is entitled "Nephew and Friends" and details my erotic experiences over the two periods of time that my nephew boarded with us in our basement room. As usual, the pictures associated with the story will be included in the special online version.
Adventures in Selling
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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