Can't wait!After this the posts will be more “real-time,” meaning they will not be long accounts but rather play by play of our daily interaction with the fantasy.
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“My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
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Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
You won’t be in the wannabes very long.
Ask her how she feels the morning after.
Don’t make the mistake I made and try to sell it. Let her come to her own decision.
Ask her how she feels the morning after.
Don’t make the mistake I made and try to sell it. Let her come to her own decision.
Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Origin of "Jen" and our most recent date night.
Since our trip we had been running on this sexual high that we are just now, a month later coming down from.
One of the things that we played with constantly was with her name. While traveling for our vacation Vivianne and I ordered a coffee at the airport. I'm not sure exactly how or why but instead of "Vivianne" the barista wrote on her cup "Jen." That or the real Jen ordered the same drink and our cups were switched.
As we walked away, I joked and said "Hi Jen! Nice to Meet you!"
She smiled and played along for about five seconds before she busted into laughter.
It was she who then added "Hmm Jen could be your adventurous wife...." In the way she said it, it was obvious she was trying to avoid saying the word "hotwife," even though I suspect it was the very thing she thought about.
Then later last week while watching a movie she told me "You better not have a double life...." The statement was relevant to the movie we were watching and not at all serious.
I responded by saying: "Of course I do."
"Do you now?" She asked.
"I mean I go to sleep with Jen, and I wake up next to Vivianne. How much more of a 'double life' can one have?"
She laughed hysterically then she highlighted something I hadn't thought of yet.
Every time we make love and we include the hotwife roleplay, she ends up on my left side of the bed, even though she sleeps on the right side of the bed. Throughout the following days she would use the name "Jen" in our conversation just to tease me.
For example, she woulld ask; "Would you be against me getting a tattoo?" (I don't like most tattoos so I don't see her having one.)
When I said 'no,' she responded with "What if Jen wants a tattoo?"
There were more of these flirtatious inside conversations, but not all deserve a mention.
Except the very next part.
Our Date
Last week the stars aligned and we were able to have more than just a quick date away from our kids.
The plan was to get some sushi, do some shopping then head to an elegant bar (we don't do loud, dark places for some reason.)
Throughout the first part of our date my wife was a bit off. Stress from a number of things was accumulating and I was doing my best to distract and entertained. It was fun. But it was not fun like we had on our vacation.
We are, did some shopping then headed to cap off the night with a drink at a fancy bar. It was a very small place with a small bar that coud seat no more than 8 persons, but the lounge was incredibly serene and had some beautiful art and very comfortable sofas. It was run by one single bar-tender who served his own original drink recipe. As we surfed through the drinks menu my wife settled on a drink called "Theres Something About Amy."
Just as she mentioned her drink to me the bartender approached and asked "Is your name Amy?"
He asked because he wanted to share the story of how the drink got its name. Before my wife could answer with her real name I interjected and said "Jen. Her name is Jen and there most definitely is something about Jen."
Her face was beaming with a combination of sexy nd surprised. To my relief, he played right into it and did not correct me at all. Even when the bartender said "I think you'll enjoy that drink Jen."
For the rest of the night she was a completely different person. As if her stressed disappeared and as if every insecurity melted right off her shoulders. We moved down to a comfortable lounge at the back of the venue to enjoy more privacy. We talked, laughed, and kissed as we sipped on our drinks for nearly two hours even though we only had one drink each.
As we made our way to the car Vivianne pulled me aggressively behind two buildings and kissed me passionately.
"Since when are you so adventurous?" I said with some surprise in my tone.
Her response was "I'm not adventurous. But Jen is."
When we made it to our car I kissed her, I called her Jane then thanked her for being so adventurous.
She pulled me back into a kiss and as I ran my hands down her body over her dress I got to feel the hem of her thongs.
I pinched them though her dress as we kissed. As we broke away from the kiss I told her how I wish she had fulfilled "that" fantasy tonight.
It had always been a fantasy of mine for her to excuse herself to the bathroom while on a date, then return to me, kiss me, then place her underwear in my hand. She had yet to do this, but promised often that: "one day...."
As I tucked her into the passenger seat I gave her one more kiss then walked around the back of the SUV towards the driver's side.
As I reached the back of the SUV, the dust on the dark, tinted glass was begging for me to write something in it. (feel free to guess what I wrote)
As I entered the driver's seat my wife pulled me into another kiss. As she did so, she placed one of my hands on her thigs, then guided it slowly up towards her pussy. I continued to move my hands very slowly up her thigh until, to my surprise, I could feel her bare pussy. Heat radiating from it as my fingers moved to confirm what my brain was imagining.
In that moment she placed her thongs in my spare hand.
In awe of this, I broke the kiss. She puled me back into the kiss and my fingers slid in her soaking wet pussy.
It took everything in us to stop. As we broke from the kiss, she said "Its just practice" (implied: until I get the courage to do it at the bar)
"But I love being Jen. Jen is fun!"
When we arrived home I walked her to the back of the SUV where she could read scribbled in the light dust:
"I
JEN"
Since our trip we had been running on this sexual high that we are just now, a month later coming down from.
One of the things that we played with constantly was with her name. While traveling for our vacation Vivianne and I ordered a coffee at the airport. I'm not sure exactly how or why but instead of "Vivianne" the barista wrote on her cup "Jen." That or the real Jen ordered the same drink and our cups were switched.
As we walked away, I joked and said "Hi Jen! Nice to Meet you!"
She smiled and played along for about five seconds before she busted into laughter.
It was she who then added "Hmm Jen could be your adventurous wife...." In the way she said it, it was obvious she was trying to avoid saying the word "hotwife," even though I suspect it was the very thing she thought about.
Then later last week while watching a movie she told me "You better not have a double life...." The statement was relevant to the movie we were watching and not at all serious.
I responded by saying: "Of course I do."
"Do you now?" She asked.
"I mean I go to sleep with Jen, and I wake up next to Vivianne. How much more of a 'double life' can one have?"
She laughed hysterically then she highlighted something I hadn't thought of yet.
Every time we make love and we include the hotwife roleplay, she ends up on my left side of the bed, even though she sleeps on the right side of the bed. Throughout the following days she would use the name "Jen" in our conversation just to tease me.
For example, she woulld ask; "Would you be against me getting a tattoo?" (I don't like most tattoos so I don't see her having one.)
When I said 'no,' she responded with "What if Jen wants a tattoo?"
There were more of these flirtatious inside conversations, but not all deserve a mention.
Except the very next part.
Our Date
Last week the stars aligned and we were able to have more than just a quick date away from our kids.
The plan was to get some sushi, do some shopping then head to an elegant bar (we don't do loud, dark places for some reason.)
Throughout the first part of our date my wife was a bit off. Stress from a number of things was accumulating and I was doing my best to distract and entertained. It was fun. But it was not fun like we had on our vacation.
We are, did some shopping then headed to cap off the night with a drink at a fancy bar. It was a very small place with a small bar that coud seat no more than 8 persons, but the lounge was incredibly serene and had some beautiful art and very comfortable sofas. It was run by one single bar-tender who served his own original drink recipe. As we surfed through the drinks menu my wife settled on a drink called "Theres Something About Amy."
Just as she mentioned her drink to me the bartender approached and asked "Is your name Amy?"
He asked because he wanted to share the story of how the drink got its name. Before my wife could answer with her real name I interjected and said "Jen. Her name is Jen and there most definitely is something about Jen."
Her face was beaming with a combination of sexy nd surprised. To my relief, he played right into it and did not correct me at all. Even when the bartender said "I think you'll enjoy that drink Jen."
For the rest of the night she was a completely different person. As if her stressed disappeared and as if every insecurity melted right off her shoulders. We moved down to a comfortable lounge at the back of the venue to enjoy more privacy. We talked, laughed, and kissed as we sipped on our drinks for nearly two hours even though we only had one drink each.
As we made our way to the car Vivianne pulled me aggressively behind two buildings and kissed me passionately.
"Since when are you so adventurous?" I said with some surprise in my tone.
Her response was "I'm not adventurous. But Jen is."
When we made it to our car I kissed her, I called her Jane then thanked her for being so adventurous.
She pulled me back into a kiss and as I ran my hands down her body over her dress I got to feel the hem of her thongs.
I pinched them though her dress as we kissed. As we broke away from the kiss I told her how I wish she had fulfilled "that" fantasy tonight.
It had always been a fantasy of mine for her to excuse herself to the bathroom while on a date, then return to me, kiss me, then place her underwear in my hand. She had yet to do this, but promised often that: "one day...."
As I tucked her into the passenger seat I gave her one more kiss then walked around the back of the SUV towards the driver's side.
As I reached the back of the SUV, the dust on the dark, tinted glass was begging for me to write something in it. (feel free to guess what I wrote)
As I entered the driver's seat my wife pulled me into another kiss. As she did so, she placed one of my hands on her thigs, then guided it slowly up towards her pussy. I continued to move my hands very slowly up her thigh until, to my surprise, I could feel her bare pussy. Heat radiating from it as my fingers moved to confirm what my brain was imagining.
In that moment she placed her thongs in my spare hand.
In awe of this, I broke the kiss. She puled me back into the kiss and my fingers slid in her soaking wet pussy.
It took everything in us to stop. As we broke from the kiss, she said "Its just practice" (implied: until I get the courage to do it at the bar)
"But I love being Jen. Jen is fun!"
When we arrived home I walked her to the back of the SUV where she could read scribbled in the light dust:
"I
JEN"Re: “My Fantasy” to “Our Fantasy” - A wannabe’s account of flirting with the Hotwife Fantasy
Just found your thread and caught up. Great posts. Very hot and well communicated. Looking to hear the latest updates about your adventures with "Jen". Thanks.