How I became the hotwife I am now

[Love_And_Lust]

This is my first contribution to this forum. I’ve read many stories here from others, and I found quite a few of them very inspiring. So, I thought I’d share a little bit about my life as a hotwife.

Tomorrow marks the 5th anniversary of the day I officially became a hotwife—the day my husband Marc and I had THE TALK. I thought it would be a good time to reflect on our journey so far.

But first, a little bit about me: My name is Johanna, but everyone calls me Jo. I’m 37 years old, a teacher from Germany (so please forgive any English mistakes). I’m 1.67 meters tall, with a sporty figure, long brown hair, and a 75C bust (which I believe is a 34C in US sizing).

I’m a mother of two, and Marc and I have been together for 13 years, married for 9.

Before I met Marc, I was a very sexually active woman, always up for a good time. Things were different with Marc—our bedroom fun was less wild, never as long as I would have liked, and not as frequent. But I was (and still am) deeply in love with him, so I didn’t mind. Then the kids came, and I sort of forgot about my libido for a while.

When our second child turned two, around 6 years ago, I got back in shape, started feeling sexy again, and my libido returned. I became increasingly frustrated with Marc’s inability to fulfill my sexual desires. It wasn’t that he didn’t try—he’s good with his tongue—but I longed for a good, hard fuck. I began getting angry at him more often (which wasn’t fair), and my mood, in general, wasn’t the best.

And then, it happened. One night, at a party where Marc wasn’t with me, I met Frank—an older man who flirted with me heavily. He was an excellent dancer, and we really hit it off. On the third dance, he squeezed my butt. Not long after, his tongue was in my mouth. We talked, laughed, kissed for a while, and then he asked if I’d like to go back to his place. At that point, Marc was the last thing on my mind, so I said yes without hesitation.

After a ten-minute drive, more talking, we arrived at Frank’s house. Before the front door was even shut, we were all over each other. Clothes came off quickly, and it didn’t take long before I had his hard cock in my mouth. It felt incredible. I was on cloud nine. He pulled me up from kneeling and led me to his bedroom.

Once we got to Frank’s bedroom, everything felt like a blur of sensation. I was so incredibly wet, the anticipation of what was about to happen overwhelming. Frank wasted no time; his hands were everywhere, exploring my body with a confidence that made me feel both eager and powerless in the best way possible.

He slid into me with ease, the sensation of him filling me making me gasp. The intensity of it all had me quickly lost in the moment, and we fucked for about an hour, lost in a rhythm that felt right. I came three times—each wave of pleasure felt better than the last. He came once inside me, his release deep and overwhelming, leaving me to catch my breath.

But as the euphoria began to subside, a wave of guilt hit me hard. I felt a knot in my stomach, a sudden rush of conflicting emotions. I quickly excused myself to the bathroom, trying to wash away the physical reminder of what had just happened from my pussy. I did my best to clean up, but it didn’t erase the feeling inside me.

I called a taxi, still feeling uneasy, and made my way home, hoping to shake off the guilt. The entire ride back, all I could think about was Marc. I was terrified of what I had done, and yet I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions—satisfaction, shame, and confusion all at once.

When I got home, I immediately jumped in the shower. I couldn’t sleep, thoughts racing through my mind, unable to shake the feeling that I had betrayed Marc. I didn't tell him about it. I couldn’t. Not yet.

For a couple of months after the night with Frank, I tried to keep my desires in check. But the frustration kept building, and I couldn't ignore it any longer. That’s when I started to become friendly with our neighbor, Stefan. At first, it was innocent enough—just chatting over the fence, exchanging pleasantries—but soon it turned into something more.

We started flirting, little comments here and there, and before long, the tension between us became undeniable. Stefan was married too, and we both understood the risks, but the excitement of it all was too much to resist. We started fucking whenever Marc wasn’t around, and Stefan proved to be exactly what I needed. He could fuck for hours, giving me the kind of satisfaction I hadn’t felt in a long time. And his cock—huge, thick—filled me in a way that made me crave him more each time.

At first, it was thrilling, sneaking around, meeting in secret. Stefan was careful, always worried his wife might find out, so we made sure to keep things discreet, fucking at my place while Marc was at work or out with friends. For weeks, we kept up this little affair, and I began to lose myself in it, addicted to the pleasure he gave me.

But eventually, the inevitable happened. One afternoon, Marc came home earlier than expected. Stefan and I were already in bed, caught in the middle of a particularly heated session. I didn’t hear Marc come in—I was too focused on the sensation of Stefan’s cock pushing into me. But when I lifted my head I saw Marc standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and something else I couldn’t quite place. I was bent over, Stefan deep inside me, and for a split second, everything froze. I could see Marc’s face fall, the hurt flashing in his eyes, but I wasn’t as surprised as I probably should have been. Looking back, I realize I might have been hoping for this moment—hoping Marc would catch us, hoping it would all finally come out in the open.

Stefan didn’t stop at first. He kept thrusting into me, but I pulled forward, letting him slip out of me. I jumped out of bed quickly, feeling the heat of the situation surge through me.

I led Marc to the kitchen, leaving Stefan in the bedroom who vanished as fast as possible. I quickly made us coffee, both of us silent first, what could I say? I had been caught. There was no turning back now.

That’s when we had THE TALK.

Please let me know if you find this interesting at all and if you want to hear more.

[Wannabee]

Thanks for sharing Johanna. Please tell more. It sounds like this building to a very hot story.

[BogPlaymate]

I definitely want to hear more. It's hot. And good to hear an experience about how someone (or a couple) got more in touch with what they want.

[zorro]

Go on, bitte.

[Love_And_Lust]

Thank you guys for your interest. By the way I am not telling you the story to get absolution. I know I fucked up with cheating on my husband. But maybe in this forum it is more understood?

So anyway, this is what happened in the kitchen:

The conversation stretched on for hours. We sat there at the kitchen table, drinking one coffee after the other. At first I didn’t even notice that I was still naked. We were both so immersed in what we were talking about that nothing else seemed to matter.

We both cried, both of us completely undone by what had happened and what we were facing. I apologized over and over again, trying to express how deeply sorry I was. I explained to him that I hadn’t been trying to hurt him, but the truth was that I was craving something—hard, raw fucking—that I just wasn’t getting from him. I was desperate to feel that energy in bed again, to be fucked in a way that made me feel alive.

Marc apologized too, acknowledging that he couldn’t give me what I needed. He knew I had been frustrated, and for so long, neither of us knew how to address it. He admitted that he wasn’t able to satisfy me in the way I longed for, and that he felt like he had failed. We both confessed that we loved each other and didn’t want to lose what we had. But it was clear that something had to change if we were going to continue.

After a long silence, the idea of opening our marriage came up. Marc didn’t need other women, and he made that clear. But I needed other men. I couldn’t ignore that part of me anymore. It wasn’t just a fleeting desire—it was something I needed in order to feel whole again. If I didn’t have that, I was afraid I’d lose myself. To my surprise, Marc didn’t shut it down immediately. He said he didn’t fully understand it, but he was willing to try. He wanted to work through this, even if it meant confronting things that made him uncomfortable.

So, after a quiet dinner with the kids (they were at my mother’s place during the day), Marc and I went to bed early. I was lying there, hugging him from behind, both of us wide awake in the dark. The tension was still thick in the air. Then Marc surprised me by asking, „So, how was the sex with Stefan?“

I turned to him and asked, „Are you sure you want to know?“—I mean, I didn’t think he’d want to hear all the details. But he said, „Yes.“ That caught me off guard, but I figured I might as well be honest.

I told him it was good. Wild. Rough. The kind of sex I didn’t even realize I was craving until it happened.

He wanted more. So, I let it all out. I told him about how Stefan’s huge cock stretched me out, how he fucked me like an animal, how dirty it felt, and how much stamina he had. Every time I thought I’d said enough, Marc pushed for more details. And I could tell he was interested, maybe aroused even if he didn’t have a hard-on I think.

At the end of it all, Marc said, „I thought so.“ He told me that when he saw us fucking—just those few seconds, me an all fours with Stefan’s cock pushing hard inside me—he understood why I did it. He didn’t say it in a judgmental way, just... more like a quiet realization.

I thanked him for understanding, and he thanked me for being honest. Then, just like that, we were quiet. Neither of us could sleep for a while, but eventually, we passed out.

The next few days were a bit of a rollercoaster for me. I kept asking Marc if he was still okay with me being with other men. It wasn’t like I was doubting him, but I had to know for sure. After the third time he said, „Yes,“ I took that as my green light. The hunt was on.

Even though I missed Stefan’s cock a lot (I mean, the guy really knew how to fuck), I just didn’t feel right about seeing him again. For one, I wasn’t sure how comfortable he’d be with us continuing our affair, and two, his wife was always a bit of a concern.

So, I did what any curious, horny woman would do: I downloaded Tinder.

Let me tell you, I felt like a teenager again—flirting with guys, matching with cute profiles, sending messages. It was so much fun. But also a little surreal. I hadn’t been in the dating scene in so long, I had to relearn how to navigate it. I spent about two weeks chatting with different guys before finally setting up my first date.

If anyone has questions or wants to know more, feel free to ask. I’m happy to answer! :-)

[Bryce 69]

Interesting way to force the talk given the difference in you and your husbands sexual needs you becoming a Vixen Hot Wife is a good choice

[Bryce 69]

Interesting way to force the talk given the difference in you and your husbands sexual needs you becoming a Vixen Hot Wife is a good choice

[superb101]

Please continue! Hopefully, you can get verified very soon!

[Jackm12804]

Incredibly hot! Thanks for sharing

[Love_And_Lust]

Interesting way to force the talk given the difference in you and your husbands sexual needs you becoming a Vixen Hot Wife is a good choice

I mean, I didn’t really plan on it happening this way. Perhaps subconsciously… And it was a weird, challenging and hurtful moment that ultimately turned into something so beautiful. I am not proud of cheating and getting caught in that way, but I am more then happy that I have gotten the sexual freedom I needed out of it.
Does that make sense?

[DCaftermath]

As a husband to a beautiful sexy woman I can imagine the amount of pain your husband must have experienced when he walked in on you. At the same time I can also imagine the rush he must of experienced seeing you being railed like that.

Now that you are where you are now, do you think that if you would of sat down with him prior to starting to do this behind his back, would he of given you a go?

[hornedhubby]

Enjoying your story.

I've often wondered why a sexually adventurous woman like yourself chooses to marry a safe and comfortable spouse and gives up the fireworks. Was all well for you the four years you and Marc were together before getting married? Did you play around during that period? Did you know in your heart that Marc would find it difficult to satisfy your primal desires over the long haul?

Did cock size have much to do with it? Or was it mainly needing a guy with a more aggressive approach to fucking you? Or a bad boy thing?

[Bryce 69]

many women pick men first by their ability to provide and common interest in family
it's not pretty common to see divorces after these benchmarks are hit
it's nice to see couples arrange solutions to sexual differences vs breaking apart

[Bryce 69]

many women pick men first by their ability to provide and common interest in family
it's pretty common to see divorces after these benchmarks are hit
it's nice to see couples arrange solutions to sexual differences vs breaking apart

[coastalkid]

Wow! What an emotional turn of events. I have to imagine that your husband really struggled facing the reality of the situation. He obviously came around though. Did you see any signs of depression hitting him after your talk?

[Love_And_Lust]

Now that you are where you are now, do you think that if you would of sat down with him prior to starting to do this behind his back, would he of given you a go?

Oh interesting thought. I had to think about that for a while and I also asked Marc. Honestly, we think, without that moment of him walking in on me and Stefan, the talk would have been completely different. It needed this slap in the face for Marc to truly understand my position, my cravings and emotions. As much as we hated it, it was kind of necessary for us.

many women pick men first by their ability to provide and common interest in family

I think I picked Marc because he is just a beautiful soul. He is truly the love of my life. Great father, can make me laugh in seconds, and he is very charming.

Enjoying your story.

I've often wondered why a sexually adventurous woman like yourself chooses to marry a safe and comfortable spouse and gives up the fireworks. Was all well for you the four years you and Marc were together before getting married? Did you play around during that period? Did you know in your heart that Marc would find it difficult to satisfy your primal desires over the long haul?

Did cock size have much to do with it? Or was it mainly needing a guy with a more aggressive approach to fucking you? Or a bad boy thing?

In bed Marc and I never had the fun that I would have liked. But there are other factors why I fell in love with him and still love him. And maybe back then I also thought that I maybe calm down a bit, get my hornyness under control. That was stupid of course.
It is mainly the approach to sex, the rough primal fucking that is important to me. And stamina. I don’t only want quickies. A big cock is not important but definitely a trigger to get my juices flowing.

Wow! What an emotional turn of events. I have to imagine that your husband really struggled facing the reality of the situation. He obviously came around though. Did you see any signs of depression hitting him after your talk?

No actually it was more the other way round. He became more lighthearted. Even though we never really discussed it he of course knew that I was never satisfied by our sex. Now that it was out in the open and me being able to look for other men, it was kind of not his responsibility anymore to fulfill my sexual desires. We outsourced that job. :-)

[Love_And_Lust]

So let’s keep going in the journey to my true self. :-)

So, after a couple of weeks of swiping, chatting, and matching on Tinder, I finally met five guys. Two of them turned out to be nice enough for an evening out, but nothing more came from it. The first one was kind of charming, we had a few drinks at a bar, and the conversation was pretty decent, but he didn’t really do it for me. Nice guy, but no sparks. We ended up hugging goodbye like it was a first-date cliché—awkward and polite.

The second one was a bit more of a dud. He was one of those guys who talks a lot but somehow says nothing. So, we spent the whole evening with me nodding politely while thinking about how badly I wanted to be anywhere else. I got home and immediately deleted his number. But it was still fun to just date at all. The getting dresses up, parading my outfits to Marc and the kids, being a bit nervous like a teenager. That is just so much fun to me. I did not know how much I missed it.

But then, there were three guys who actually turned into one-night stands, and damn, they were hot. The first was a tall, dark, and handsome guy with a jawline that could cut glass. We had drinks at his place, things heated up quickly, and before long, we were fucking like crazy. He knew how to use his hands, and that cock of his was delicious. But as good as the sex was, there wasn’t much else to the guy. He was just there for a good time, which I appreciated, but after the sex, there wasn’t that emotional pull. He didn’t even try to talk afterward, just kind of gave me a „thanks, see you“ vibe.

The second guy wasn’t as memorable physically, but damn, the chemistry between us was electric. He was one of those guys who could make you laugh non-stop, and before I knew it, we were rolling around on his couch, unable to stop kissing each other. The sex itself wasn’t mind-blowing, but the way he made me feel with his humor and confidence was honestly one of the best things about that night. It was like I had a crush on him even though I barely knew him. I think that’s what made it so hot—he had that playful, teasing vibe that turned me on, even if we didn’t have an earth-shattering fuck. Afterward, we just laid there, chatting and laughing about random stuff. I didn’t expect to enjoy his company so much, but honestly? It was so much fun.

The third guy… well, let's just say I still sometimes dream about that cock. This guy was exactly what I needed—a little rougher around the edges, but in the best way. He had me pinned up against the wall within minutes of getting into his apartment, and I was moaning before he even got my pants off. I was practically begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock in deep, and bam, the rhythm was relentless. He fucked me hard, fast, and I could feel how much power he had in every thrust. We moved from the bed to the floor to the couch. We just didn’t stop; the sex was raw and primal, just the way I needed it.

I came several times that night, and I’m not just talking about those little whispers of pleasure—I’m talking about hard orgasms that left me gasping for breath. The stamina this guy had was ridiculous. He kept going until I was completely fucked out of my mind, my body aching but completely satisfied.

We kept at it, all night long. At some point, I lost track of time, but I wasn’t complaining. It was intense, rough, and exactly the kind of sex I’d been craving. The way he dominated me, the way he took control of my body—it left me a fucking mess. By the time the sun came up, I could barely keep my eyes open, but I wasn’t ready for it to end. He fucked me again, making me come one last time before we both finally collapsed, utterly exhausted, tangled in sheets.

Now, here’s where things took a twist. The other times I came home late at night after these rendezvous, Marc and the kids were already asleep. But this time? Oh, no. I was walking back into my house at 8 a.m., right when Marc and the kids were sitting down for breakfast. A true walk of shame.

I could feel the weight of it all as soon as I walked through the door. My pussy still had his cum inside me, and it was dripping down my thighs. I could smell the sex on my skin, like a constant reminder of what I had just been up to. My hair was a mess, I was still wearing the same clothes from the night before, and I could barely even stand up straight, still so completely fucked out.

Marc looked up from the table, that devilish smile creeping onto his face as soon as he saw me. „Did you have a good night?“ he asked, his voice so casual, but I could tell he knew exactly what had been going on. I didn’t even have to say anything—he could see it on me. The look in my eyes, the way I moved, the scent still clinging to my skin.

I couldn’t even hide it anymore. “Yeah… it was… great,” I muttered, my voice a little weak.

Marc raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his coffee. „You look like you had a long night. Maybe you should’ve called it quits earlier, huh?“ He was teasing me, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He wasn’t mad. He seemed almost amused by how wrecked I looked.

I could see my kids chatting away as if everything was perfectly normal, and for a second, it felt like I was in a completely different world—one where I’d just been fucked into oblivion, but now had to switch back to being the wife and mom. It was a weird feeling, like I was walking a fine line between the two roles, but Marc kept it light, so I did too. That’s why I love him so much. I was completely embarrassed and he liked to tease me a little bit in a fun nature.

The kids were completely oblivious to everything. They were talking about their plans for the day, and I just sat there, trying to act normal while my pussy still felt the remnants of the guy's cum inside me. I stood up, kissed Marc on the cheek, and excused myself for a shower, my body still buzzing from the night’s wild fuck.

[sandy691196]

Oh my! This has all the makings of a great thread!
And that it started with old fashioned cheating and an affair- makes it all that much more real and way hotter!

What kind of talk were you having with Mark, in your privacy, while all these one night stands were going on?
Was this part of your bedroom talk?

How was your sex life with Mark while these went on in the backdrop?

Johanna, dein wahrer Charme liegt darin, dass du zwar offen deine super sexy Seite zeigst, aber auch so damenhaft und anmutig bist!
Meine ideale Frau!

[jrobb]

Jo, your writing is fantastic! You have a wonderful command of the written word in describing your feelings and sensations, too.

Please, do keep going! I can't wait to read further episodes, escapades, and about how Marc adapts to it all.

JR

[Love_And_Lust]

Thank you all for the kind words. I also enjoy reflecting about the time back then.

What kind of talk were you having with Mark, in your privacy, while all these one night stands were going on?
Was this part of your bedroom talk?

How was your sex life with Mark while these went on in the backdrop?

So I told Marc basically everything that happened with the guys. He also liked to hear all the juicy detail. But our sex life basically stopped when he caught me - at least for a while. But I know now that he used my sex stories as fantasies to jerk off. But always in private.
It took us a while before we got more intimate again, and he started jerking off in front of me or I gave him a handjob.

[zoe]

The “Walk of Shame” reference was incredibly erotic.

The emotion in your writing is palpable

Z

[venus-can99]

Jo you write so well so descriptive that I felt that I was watching you being fucked to oblivion. Looking forward to hear more of your encounters. Have you settled on a longer-term fuck buddy/boy friend now?

[sandy691196]

Thank you all for the kind words. I also enjoy reflecting about the time back then.

What kind of talk were you having with Mark, in your privacy, while all these one night stands were going on?
Was this part of your bedroom talk?

How was your sex life with Mark while these went on in the backdrop?

So I told Marc basically everything that happened with the guys. He also liked to hear all the juicy detail. But our sex life basically stopped when he caught me - at least for a while. But I know now that he used my sex stories as fantasies to jerk off. But always in private.
It took us a while before we got more intimate again, and he started jerking off in front of me or I gave him a handjob.

Hmmm. Interesting.

May I ask why your sex life stopped?
Since Mark accepted your hot wifing and seemed to cooperate and get off...why would your couple intimacy stop?
Was there something broken at the fundamental romantic level? Were both of you putting up a brave front to keep the marriage intact?
Or was he psycho-sexually emasculated?

[coastalkid]

No actually it was more the other way round. He became more lighthearted. Even though we never really discussed it he of course knew that I was never satisfied by our sex. Now that it was out in the open and me being able to look for other men, it was kind of not his responsibility anymore to fulfill my sexual desires. We outsourced that job. :-)

His reaction of being lighthearted must have made you feel better. Since he was relieved of having to fulfill your sexual desires did that also relieve you of having to fulfill his?

So I told Marc basically everything that happened with the guys. He also liked to hear all the juicy detail. But our sex life basically stopped when he caught me - at least for a while. But I know now that he used my sex stories as fantasies to jerk off. But always in private.
It took us a while before we got more intimate again, and he started jerking off in front of me or I gave him a handjob.

How intimate are you now with your husband? Is he restricted from any kind of sex with you in any way.

[Love_And_Lust]

Occasionally I give Marc a handjob or a blowjob. But he hasn’t been in my pussy for 5 years now. He just knows that his cock doesn’t bring me anything and he doesn’t mind that. His libido is not as strong anyway. So our intimacy is more about cuddling and kissing.
Romantically there was never anything wrong really. But our sexual relationship changed completely.

I had a long-term boyfriend/bull. But I will come to that in my story soon. No spoilers ;-)