Her Plan to Dip Toe in Hotwife Water

[johnstevens555]

Thanks Sweetie, I really needed your assurances.

Lol

[slenderfish]

He's busy. He said as much. This is an avocation not his vocation. He was on on vacation for a couple of weeks. Deadlines loom on his projects. Plus he has a life a beautiful wife a family and a home to take care. He'll return when he's able. Patience is a virtue, my dear, Patience.

Lots going on. Yes, unbelievably busy. But loving it all the same.

Not much to report on the HW front, and we haven't been to the therapist but once since returning from the three-week travel, about three weeks ago. Next session on Thursday, this week.

I didn't tell anyone I'd be away for those weeks so kind of faked it but of course had a mad catch-up effort upon my return, so that I wouldn't be busted. I was barely able to accomplish the cover-up effort and keep things smoothed out, and then a deluge of projects and higher responsibilities came rushing in. All great stuff, but all very time consuming.

SW is grumpy with the situation, in that I'm not able to spend as much time on her/with her.

We did go to her hometown for almost a week, last week, and returned home late Tuesday this week. I had business in that area, and we attended the wedding of her other niece. We did go out and had a lot of fun on one night, but did not cross paths with any of her Hotwife encounter people (Mr. S or Mr. M) from the area, nor the Croatian guys. She was the model of a lovely wife as my date during our business dinner meetings with other couples.

And she looked absolutely fabulous at the wedding. Stole the show, as usual.

One of her bags of luggage was stolen on our return flight, and she is devastated at the loss of certain items that are both valuable (in $$) and irreplacable. She was inconsolable for a couple of days and is just now starting to normalize. While we were in her hometown, she had lunch one day with her mother and it was at that lunch that her mother gave her some items that were being passed down for generations, from her own mother (e.g. SW's passed grandmother). Those items were in that stolen bag.

Lots of drama with that, etc. Understandable but sad.

She ended up scheduling an off-pattern meetup/private workout with Mr. G (her trainer) yesterday. She said she cried on his shoulder and he hugged and comforted her with his big strong arms and body. Not going to read too much into that, but of course it sparks my intrigue.

I'm now working on a project that may prove to be the pinnacle of my career. Time will tell. But time is a precious and seems to be in short supply for me, these days.

Thanks for asking, and for the patience.

[Tryn]

You’ve got your hands full, as usual. Hopefully your free time arrives soon and hopefully Pinky gets in some naughty soon!

[slenderfish]

We were invited to attend a private wine lovers' group event last night. I'd been at one or two of these events (lunch and dinner) with the friend who invited us; apparently he has been intending and working up to inviting me to become a member of the group. The dinner was fancy and the wines were top shelf. It was black tie; luckily at the last possible moment I'd looked at the invitation to remind me of the location, and noticed the Black Tie notation. SW kind of dismissed it and said I'd be find with a dinner jacket, etc. but I quickly donned the tuxedo and off we went.

Oh, and I was lucky and correct; otherwise, I'd be a guest and the only man at the dinner (of about 100 men) not in proper black tie.

We arrived at the private club, old school place with the staff dressed almost as servants (the kind you see in a movie), everything exactly correct. When we walked into the main champagne reception room, a fine champagne was being served and there was a station with caviar, a whole smoked salmon, a server all in fancy chef dress, etc. The whole thing was kind of Eyes Wide Shut, but at a 1 if Eyes Wide Shut is at a 10.

At the appointed time, the group (the wives/dates were all in long gowns and dresses) moved to a seating area and the leaders of the group up on a podium. Each person was handed a new glass of red wine as the entered. The podium guy discussed the group, welcomed and introduced the official new members, and also those who may become new members in the future. Then a wine expert presented some information about the wine.

I didn't mention that SW was the only woman not in a dress. She'd fancied herself up in tight-fitting burgundy leather slacks with sparkly spiked heels, a silk shirt and a faux pink fur vest. Looked very high-class hot with a low-grade sexiness, but clearly not adhering to the dress code. I assured her that her personal style will be appreciated by all, and that being the newcomers we get some room for error.

Dinner was announced and all transitioned into the dining room area, where a many-course dinner was presented with about 12 wine pairings. We had a nice time with our friends, and knew a few people there, and made some new friends/acquaintances. Ran into a woman I'd used to hang out in my very close group of friends, but had lost touch after SW and I married and moved a half hour away. She had married a very wealthy man, who of course was also there, and when she saw my name she requested the organizers to be sure she was seated next to me, on the other side of SW. She was regal and beautiful in her fancy gown and perfect blonde hair, but she could not carry on a reasonable conversation. Rambling and asking everyone to repeat at least three times. SW initially thought this woman was intentionally being combative and offensive, as a social technique, and asked me to take her home, out of there. I requested she be patient and that I would be a buffer in my seat between the two women. It was super awkward. But we worked around it and had a great time.

When we returned home at about midnight, she was very playful and clearly was seducing me with her talk, her walk, and her naked body. I commented on her tight look, her fitness, her pretty smooth shaved pussy, and her firm, heart-shaped ass. I asked her to thank Mr. G for me.

She then reflected on the evening and commented on the group, and wondered out loud if some of the new people we met might be kinky/swingers/closet gay/etc. Her imagination was running. She then referenced my kink. I said that everyone has something, even if it's a lack of desire. Something. Fun to imagine.

After literally jumping into bed, she requested I get on top and do it the way she prefers. I asked her if she didn't want to go for an orgasm for herself? She said the wine would likely get in the way of that, and then I suggested she grab her vibrator to have it "for the assist." She then grabbed the vibrator and started warming up her pussy and I stroked her with my left hand while keeping my dick ready with my right hand.

A couple of minutes later, she said it wasn't going to work out with the vibrator, just too distracted etc. and that I should take care of myself. I then said I elect to go back to the original plan, and moved to mount her. She asked for a bit of lube to get started. I used a very small amount, and she asked if I should have used more. I said that she would get more into it as we went along, and that she never fails to get wet. But we went about 10 minutes and she did not.

At that point, from experience I know she will become uncomfortable and the friction will backfire the next day. So it was a choice of whether to stop the momentum and get more product, of stop and finish with my hand, or continue but encourage her body to respond. I went for the last of these.

I mentioned my kink and thanked her again for the vivid image, now real, of her with another man/men. Mr. S and Mr. M. She acknowledged and smiled. I then said that the best place to find another such man might be using online resources. She said she would not be interested in some pervy guy sending dick pics. I suggested something like Ashley Matison, and she said she doesn't want to participate in any married man cheating on his wife. I said that a married man is safe in some ways, that he has a secret he needs to keep, etc. And pointed out that there may be some married men on that site, where the wife is just not into sex for physical or other reasons, and that he has the green light to play. SW was quiet for a bit, presumably thinking about all this.

I changed the subject.

I began to whisper about the men at the event, to imagine that instead of presenting fine wines, the presenting was to be her as the object of desire. That she was to do a dance, erotic and exotic, as entertainment for the men. I said that the second room, where we were all seated in rows with the man on the raised-level podium, was where she was invited up to the front, the lights going down, music coming up, and she performed. All of the men were there, each in their seat, waiting to be selected by her as she may desire, for her pleasure.

During this whispering, I continued my pace inside of her. As hoped, I began to feel her wetness starting to improve.

I asked her what she would do next.

She said she was going to fuck each of the men, one at a time. Her wetness became much more ample, and I told her that her wetness feels like so many men's velvety orgasms inside. She said that she would have me take her last, to leave my orgasm on top of all the others.

And of course that's exactly what I did, then and there.

[bubbajack]

Your fantasy story lured Pinky out of wherever she hides in your gorgeous wife's interior landscape!

I had lots of trouble with alcohol in my young life. One of the many sayings in AA that I found relevant ( ) was (is): "You are as sick as your secrets".

To me, SW's stubborn refusal to admit that she fucked B suggests that she may also be defending a larger body of actual past events in her life that she cannot at present reconcile with her desired self-view.

I sincerely hope that you both can develop a way for her to understand that her "secrets" are not incompatible with her desired life, but rather can be understood as contrasts that are hers and are available to her for the taking.

Maybe, rather than having to keep these experiences in "mind-forged manacles" she can find a way to visit them from time to time in order to give depth, variety and balance to her aim to realize the full value of her sexual potential.

Just a thought ...

(My qualifications to comment: Mrs Bubba was greatly relieved when it emerged that she had fucked the handsome, mustachioed plumber when she was getting our house ready to sell and I had already gone to the new job. To be sure, she had not known how - er - enthusiastic I would be to have this information, which, contrary to her reasons for keeping it secret, has instead made for lots and lots of loving fun between us, as my cock as well as some other guys' cocks have, shall we say, "put some mileage" on her hotwife mouth and pussy.

[slenderfish]

We have the session with the therapist tomorrow morning, the first one since we returned from the wedding weekend (her niece, the older sister of the niece who had been living with us until just over a year ago).

One thing that I didn't mention, and it's a biggie, is that SW's father attended the wedding (as the grandfather of the bride). I'd never met him, in all the years since I first met SW. That's over 15 years. So I'm sure she hasn't seen him or spoken with him in at least that long, and probably longer.

She was of course uncertain about this encounter and I assured her I would be her anchor. To my surprise, when we arrived at the church, within the first five minutes she disappeared and then reappeared with him in tow. She introduced me and made her exit from the conversation and the space.

I spoke with him politely for a few minutes and then got the glance from afar, from SW, that I should wrap it up and go back to her. And I did so.

[slenderfish]

Your fantasy story lured Pinky out of wherever she hides in your gorgeous wife's interior landscape!

I had lots of trouble with alcohol in my young life. One of the many sayings in AA that I found relevant ( ) was (is): "You are as sick as your secrets".

To me, SW's stubborn refusal to admit that she fucked B suggests that she may also be defending a larger body of actual past events in her life that she cannot at present reconcile with her desired self-view.

I sincerely hope that you both can develop a way for her to understand that her "secrets" are not incompatible with her desired life, but rather can be understood as contrasts that are hers and are available to her for the taking.

Maybe, rather than having to keep these experiences in "mind-forged manacles" she can find a way to visit them from time to time in order to give depth, variety and balance to her aim to realize the full value of her sexual potential.

Just a thought ...

(My qualifications to comment: Mrs Bubba was greatly relieved when it emerged that she had fucked the handsome, mustachioed plumber when she was getting our house ready to sell and I had already gone to the new job. To be sure, she had not known how - er - enthusiastic I would be to have this information, which, contrary to her reasons for keeping it secret, has instead made for lots and lots of loving fun between us, as my cock as well as some other guys' cocks have, shall we say, "put some mileage" on her hotwife mouth and pussy.

You hit it right on the head, in my opinion. More later.

[Long Lurker 34]

Your fantasy story lured Pinky out of wherever she hides in your gorgeous wife's interior landscape!

I had lots of trouble with alcohol in my young life. One of the many sayings in AA that I found relevant ( ) was (is): "You are as sick as your secrets".

To me, SW's stubborn refusal to admit that she fucked B suggests that she may also be defending a larger body of actual past events in her life that she cannot at present reconcile with her desired self-view.

I sincerely hope that you both can develop a way for her to understand that her "secrets" are not incompatible with her desired life, but rather can be understood as contrasts that are hers and are available to her for the taking.

Maybe, rather than having to keep these experiences in "mind-forged manacles" she can find a way to visit them from time to time in order to give depth, variety and balance to her aim to realize the full value of her sexual potential.

Just a thought ...

(My qualifications to comment: Mrs Bubba was greatly relieved when it emerged that she had fucked the handsome, mustachioed plumber when she was getting our house ready to sell and I had already gone to the new job. To be sure, she had not known how - er - enthusiastic I would be to have this information, which, contrary to her reasons for keeping it secret, has instead made for lots and lots of loving fun between us, as my cock as well as some other guys' cocks have, shall we say, "put some mileage" on her hotwife mouth and pussy.

You hit it right on the head, in my opinion. More later.

SF - Just wondering if Bubba's comment might also tie in with SW's Dad's more or less involvement in her life since at least you have been married. Perhaps SW has some sort feeling of remorse or guilt or other upset about why her relationship with her Dad has been so remote. Baggage! That's it.

[slenderfish]

SF - Just wondering if Bubba's comment might also tie in with SW's Dad's more or less involvement in her life since at least you have been married. Perhaps SW has some sort feeling of remorse or guilt or other upset about why her relationship with her Dad has been so remote. Baggage! That's it.

Yes, I'm sure of it now. Bubba's comment essentially said that there is a secret monster in her closet that has been hiding and continues to be hidden, based on my descriptions of her and her behaviors, attitudes, etc. I fully agree.

That monster overpowered her safety locks last week and emerged late one night. I believe it was the combination of the emotional toll of the family affair and encounter with her father, with the piling on of the theft of her luggage containing so many of her lovely fashion and style items that got the monster extra riled up. And sufficient wine imbibing by SW to get her eye off the key to the locks.

I've now concluded that the totality of these items (her fashion stuff) combined with constant tending to her face and body; (e.g. "her look") constitute her adult "security blanket" and therefore when those many items were stolen, she took it extra personally and had a meltdown, or what I'm referring to as an adult tantrum. We've all seen the little kid in the grocery aisle denied candy or whatever, throwing a tantrum and trying to hit his mom or dad with his arms, etc.

SW did the same to me, in a much more adult way, this past Saturday night.

In the aftermath, we agreed to let it go until our session this morning with the therapist.

[superb101]

A good therapist will treat her loss as a death of a very close family member and take SW through the steps of grieving. That will take some time to complete those steps but will definitely be rewarded.

[afagehi7]

So what do we think this monster is? Her past? Recent activity (eg Mr B)? Family drama? I honestly don't think there's much shady there to constitute a monster but what is no big deal to one person could be huge to another.

[Long Lurker 34]

SF - Just wondering if Bubba's comment might also tie in with SW's Dad's more or less involvement in her life since at least you have been married. Perhaps SW has some sort feeling of remorse or guilt or other upset about why her relationship with her Dad has been so remote. Baggage! That's it.

Yes, I'm sure of it now. Bubba's comment essentially said that there is a secret monster in her closet that has been hiding and continues to be hidden, based on my descriptions of her and her behaviors, attitudes, etc. I fully agree.

That monster overpowered her safety locks last week and emerged late one night. I believe it was the combination of the emotional toll of the family affair and encounter with her father, with the piling on of the theft of her luggage containing so many of her lovely fashion and style items that got the monster extra riled up. And sufficient wine imbibing by SW to get her eye off the key to the locks.

I've now concluded that the totality of these items (her fashion stuff) combined with constant tending to her face and body; (e.g. "her look") constitute her adult "security blanket" and therefore when those many items were stolen, she took it extra personally and had a meltdown, or what I'm referring to as an adult tantrum. We've all seen the little kid in the grocery aisle denied candy or whatever, throwing a tantrum and trying to hit his mom or dad with his arms, etc.

SW did the same to me, in a much more adult way, this past Saturday night.

In the aftermath, we agreed to let it go until our session this morning with the therapist.

SF - Just wondering with your posting on here about a variety of issues, do you find it therapeutic in some manner? They always say it's good to talk about things. This isn't exactly that and one certainly gets comments from a wide variety of perspectives.

[johnstevens555]

SF - Just wondering if Bubba's comment might also tie in with SW's Dad's more or less involvement in her life since at least you have been married. Perhaps SW has some sort feeling of remorse or guilt or other upset about why her relationship with her Dad has been so remote. Baggage! That's it.

Yes, I'm sure of it now. Bubba's comment essentially said that there is a secret monster in her closet that has been hiding and continues to be hidden, based on my descriptions of her and her behaviors, attitudes, etc. I fully agree.

That monster overpowered her safety locks last week and emerged late one night. I believe it was the combination of the emotional toll of the family affair and encounter with her father, with the piling on of the theft of her luggage containing so many of her lovely fashion and style items that got the monster extra riled up. And sufficient wine imbibing by SW to get her eye off the key to the locks.

I've now concluded that the totality of these items (her fashion stuff) combined with constant tending to her face and body; (e.g. "her look") constitute her adult "security blanket" and therefore when those many items were stolen, she took it extra personally and had a meltdown, or what I'm referring to as an adult tantrum. We've all seen the little kid in the grocery aisle denied candy or whatever, throwing a tantrum and trying to hit his mom or dad with his arms, etc.

SW did the same to me, in a much more adult way, this past Saturday night.

In the aftermath, we agreed to let it go until our session this morning with the therapist.

Progress.

[slenderfish]

Update. Last night the stolen bag suddenly showed up on our doorstep, delivered by a service of the airline. Some valuable and irreplacable items were missing, but all of her apparel/fashion items were there.

[johnstevens555]

Isn’t universe perfect sometimes?!? She loses that suitcase of all of her belongings that help shield her from dealing with her shit, Then has an emotional breakdown which could very well lead to a long awaited breakthrough. (not necessarily her becoming an unbridled hot wife but allowing her to except herself and be truly happy) then once that’s all digested she gets her stuff back. Only in America!

I’m sorry that your unreplaceable stuff is still lost

[Mark K]

Update. Last night the stolen bag suddenly showed up on our doorstep, delivered by a service of the airline. Some valuable and irreplacable items were missing, but all of her apparel/fashion items were there.

At least something was returned. With all of the travel you do, have your considered a set of AirTags? They have helped many friends locate misplaced or lost airlines luggage.

[slenderfish]

Update. Last night the stolen bag suddenly showed up on our doorstep, delivered by a service of the airline. Some valuable and irreplacable items were missing, but all of her apparel/fashion items were there.

At least something was returned. With all of the travel you do, have your considered a set of AirTags? They have helped many friends locate misplaced or lost airlines luggage.

Oh yes, we are now getting the air tags. As a matter of fact, one of our friends transferred one of their Air Tags to his wife's handbag when they were in one of the old castle towns in Croatia, so he could locate her when she invariably got separated from him.

[Mr Mrs Cream]

Update. Last night the stolen bag suddenly showed up on our doorstep, delivered by a service of the airline. Some valuable and irreplacable items were missing, but all of her apparel/fashion items were there.

At least something was returned. With all of the travel you do, have your considered a set of AirTags? They have helped many friends locate misplaced or lost airlines luggage.

Oh yes, we are now getting the air tags. As a matter of fact, one of our friends transferred one of their Air Tags to his wife's handbag when they were in one of the old castle towns in Croatia, so he could locate her when she invariably got separated from him.

It is not about AitTags, but I think SW iPhone should have an app working in the background which can recognising her moans during sex, and notify you with an hotwife in action allert.
So you can tell SW that you want to see more such notification.
From application development point of view I’m not sure if there is a machine learning model (created by someone) which can be used to recognise sex moans….

[slenderfish]

It is not about AitTags, but I think SW iPhone should have an app working in the background which can recognising her moans during sex, and notify you with an hotwife in action allert.
So you can tell SW that you want to see more such notification.
From application development point of view I’m not sure if there is a machine learning model (created by someone) which can be used to recognise sex moans….

I'll leave the development of this app to you. Though I might suggest leaning more heavily on the phone's movement-sensing feature to activate, it might be an easier approach.

[slenderfish]

Been crazy busy.

Also living life. On Sunday we attended, for the second year in a row, a good-sized wine event not far from where we live. Not that many around here, as we usually have to drive into the big city for these. So we make it a point to attend this local one, to support it, etc.

Last year, I'd been held up and sent SW ahead. And this year, I did have a lot going on and asked her to be sure to arrange with her girlfriend to be in attendance, in case I was again held up. And I was, with "honey-do" lists.

So she got dolled up and went over. I almost didn't even make it to the event, but given that we'd paid for my ticket, I was finally able to run over there and checked to see if she'd texted me. She had merely left a text early on "The ticket is under my (her) name."

Then my phone buzzed. It was SW. I picked up and heard activity at the event, but she wasn't talking to me. Pocket dial?

She was talking to a guy, laughing, giggling. I heard her saying "no, I can't go anywhere with you right now" and "I'm here with my girlfriend" and "I'm married" and the like. It went on for about a minute, then the call ended. I was still about three minutes away from the event venue, a local restaurant.

[afagehi7]

Been crazy busy.

Also living life. On Sunday we attended, for the second year in a row, a good-sized wine event not far from where we live. Not that many around here, as we usually have to drive into the big city for these. So we make it a point to attend this local one, to support it, etc.

Last year, I'd been held up and sent SW ahead. And this year, I did have a lot going on and asked her to be sure to arrange with her girlfriend to be in attendance, in case I was again held up. And I was, with "honey-do" lists.

So she got dolled up and went over. I almost didn't even make it to the event, but given that we'd paid for my ticket, I was finally able to run over there and checked to see if she'd texted me. She had merely left a text early on "The ticket is under my (her) name."

Then my phone buzzed. It was SW. I picked up and heard activity at the event, but she wasn't talking to me. Pocket dial?

She was talking to a guy, laughing, giggling. I heard her saying "no, I can't go anywhere with you right now" and "I'm here with my girlfriend" and "I'm married" and the like. It went on for about a minute, then the call ended. I was still about three minutes away from the event venue, a local restaurant.

While likely a pocket dial, it would have been Uber cool if she did it on purpose

[Mark K]

While likely a pocket dial, it would have been Uber cool if she did it on purpose

I was thinking/hoping similar...

[slenderfish]

While likely a pocket dial, it would have been Uber cool if she did it on purpose

I was thinking/hoping similar...

I was not sure whether it was or was not, of course, and decided I should approach the situation very carefully.

[slenderfish]

Continuing from Sunday evening. I'll set it up again. I was 2 1/2 hours late to a 3-hour wine tasting event. SW was there as wing woman to her hottie single girlfriend. I had stuff to do at home and (somewhat) deliberately sent her ahead.

Last year, at this same event, when I'd also arrive separately from her and late, she was holding court with this tall black lawyer guy.

I figured I'd let her have some wine, go look for attention with her girlfriend, and then see what happens.

So I parked my car at an angle to be able to see the entrance/exit to the place, and also her car, without being seen but not obviously hiding. And got myself together to be ready to make an entrance as if I was just arriving, nonchalant-like. I opened the car window to see if I could hear anything from the back patio of the restaurant, and I did hear what seemed like SW's flirtatious laugh.

[superb101]

Geez! This feels like Chinese water torture! LOL!