Our Hotwives

We're all complex creatures; we have deep desires & wants based on our learned sexual preferences- I'm certainly no different.
My proclivities have always revolved around women willing to have their boundaries pushed, or those that push those boundaries themselves. Women who enjoyed being shared, in particular, has always seemed to me to indicate a level of exploration that pushes quite beyond the norm- beyond what's acceptable for a lady to do- for a lady to be. I liked that.
Early on as a teen, I started coming across stories & writings in magazines like Penthouse forum, from married women & their experiences outside of their marriage- at the time I wasn't sure if this was made up fantasy- men ghost writing from the perspective of women to sell magazines- but as I matured a little I realized that there were actually real women that were in fact 'quite slutty' by societal norms. Rack it up to my youthful naiveté, perhaps.
At first I thought these were just women who liked to cheat, but later I learned that there are a relatively small subset of women that really do like this kind of thing & had husbands that also actually enjoyed it. As rare as unicorns, I would think... these women get a lot of scorn in average society, no doubt- but some do really like it, & have husbands that aren't threatened in sharing their women with other guys- now that I found fucking hot!
I was in a long relationship at the time; my partner & I were quite adventurous. We had other women join us (she was bi), we did some swinging / swapping & attended a few clubs & play parties & even had one of her exes join us after a party not far from our place. I'd definitely say we were more adventurous than your average pair.

I ended up at a certain point being brain-drained from the north & took a job in California, in the IP development sector for a niche agriculture startup- the company got me a specialty visa & brought me down to Cali to build a lab & run breeding programs to develop novel plants for this specific industry. It was tough on the relationship, & of course I as a male in my late 30's had my own normal sexual appetites that weren't being satisfied. That led me to finding OHW. I'd read posts & get aroused- that was an relatively easy way to release some of that sexual tension around that fetish, in a smaller city where others interested such a lifestyle weren't so easy to come across.

Through reading these forums, & getting to know people through their public profiles as one does, one lady (couple, rather) in particular really caught my eye. She used to 'blog' (for lack of a better word) about her experiences outside of her marriage; her husband was a real stag- it wasn't really a cuckold thing- he truly loves his wife & wanted her to experience & enjoy herself sexually, to the fullest. True compersion.
She didn't post pictures, but you could tell she was very intelligent by her writings- & she wasn't performing for anyone trying to get views or attention; she was genuinely sharing her own experiences & working her way through her own emotions & feelings about hotwifing through her own forum posts- and what a talented writer she was. So raw, so honest in her words- it wasn't filthy or crass - it was just her sharing real stories & experiences & trying to work out how she felt about it- what it meant to her relationship & marriage, trying to understand her husbands perspective- just trying to figure it all out. She was so honest & real with her blogging & experiences, it surely wasn't for show. It was however very sexy & intimate to follow along with her journey.

One day, she revealed in one of her stories the smaller city she was living in & what do you know, it was the city in which we built the lab; here she was, hotwifing just around the proverbial corner. I took the chance & sent her a DM, telling her a little about myself, how intriguing & real I found her posts & suggested maybe we might chat & get to know each other a little, since we shared common interests. Of course I wanted to meet her - she already had lovers, a husband, a family- so it was a long shot getting her attention it seemed, but she actually wrote back & we exchanged some messages & eventually that led to shared phone numbers, and we started talking maybe once every week or two & sending messages back & forth. It wasn't sexual; she knew that my now-ex was quite experimental, & that she & I had similar proclivities- she had lots of questions for me too, trying to understand her husband's whole take on hotwifing- he really loved to share her- to the point I think that it made her question why; did he really want her to sleep with other men? What was his motive? What did that mean to him about their relationship? I think these are all quite common feelings some hotwives have, trying to wrap their head around the whole thing & what it means. Myself, I was alone & knew few people outside of the folks I knew from work & being new to town, I had no social circle in this weird little ag town & an adjacent city where we had the analytical lab - where she happened to live; so having her company through our messages & calls every week was really quite comforting.

We never hooked up- we really developed more of a friendship- we shared a lot with each other about our personal histories & stories, & came to learn that we had some other common interests, too.
Eventually, I moved back from the US. We still stayed in touch, some months or longer would pass by, but we'd exchange messages about life, or quick notes on social media, just keeping tabs on each other & our respective paths. She became a friend more than anything, & she was someone that I had never met in person, that I would share things with & she the same- stuff maybe one needs to process outside of our own respective relationships, & I was glad to have her as a sounding board & I know she felt the same way. Oddly, you can develop a certain raw honesty & closeness with people; the anonymity aspect is somewhat freeing without thoughts of judgement, etc. I also found her incredibly sexy in her words, and also when she started opening up to me about her life, us exchanging pics & more personal aspect of our lives & work. We became 'close', for lack of a better word. I really did care for her & her happiness. For a decade we'd pop into each other's lives for support & friendly chat, with no sexual content at all- I mean we'd share experiences within the context of our own relationships, trying to process aspects of our own relationships, but our own interpersonal relationship wasn't sexual. It was just, real. My long term relationship ended about a year after returning from California- she helped me process through some of it & we discussed how/if the lifestyle had played a role in the downfall of the relationship- she was just there for me.

Until life brings me back down to California a decade later & lo & behold I was to find myself in our old city on a quick consult. I shared with her my plans to visit, & she said she was actually going to be in town & available. After a decade, might we actually have a chance to meet? I let her know my plans & she actually seemed interested to finally connect in person. I had been quite private about my work when I lived in Cali- it's a pretty atypical job for Ag one might say, & discretion was important at the time. After moving back home to Canada, I had been more open with her about it- I had less to lose then, and ] seemingly it had piqued her interest as I told her more about myself & my actual work. Through that process I think she became more intrigued as I shared with her public talks I'd given, or panels I'd been invited to come speak on at various conferences, podcasts, or interviews I'd done, & she realized that I had a bit of a unique take on things & there was more to me that I had let on. So here we are, a decade later, I'm coming to the same city & she was going to be back in her hometown too. I asked her if she or she & her husband might like to join me for dinner- to see if she might finally like to meet after all these years. She said yes; we all met for dinner.

She picked a spot at a the local Hyatt; I drove down & met them both in person for the first time. Super nice couple, she was as gorgeous as her pictures- I mean a really, really beautiful woman. She had a natural & happy look, an incredibly kind smile & intoxicating green eyes (trouble!) - just the type of woman that makes you feel comfortable- someone you just want to be around. We sat & had a nice meal together- I wanted to just gaze (stare!) at her but for me it was a bit of a weird dynamic sitting with a married couple, when you know that he likes to share her, and you're trying to be respectful of them both & their relationship, being present with him & getting to know him as well, while having a hard time keeping from blatantly gawking at this beautiful woman; this gorgeous woman making this little black dress just look sooo good. We'd spent so many hours over the last 10 years getting to know each other from afar, & here she was now, sitting next to me, with her husband sitting across the table. Also a really nice guy & we also had some shared interests (aside from wife sharing, haha!), so conversation flowed naturally. They were like old friends in an odd way, although I had just met them in person.

Dinner ended, & they invited me back to their house to see some of historical collections from his career & hobby. He asked her if she would like to ride with me to show me how to get to their place - she agreed & it was going to be the first time we'd actually be alone, in person. While we waited for the valet to bring my car around, I told her how much I enjoyed finally getting to meet her. We held hands a little bit & I had my hand on her lower back, just standing close to each other & having my arm wrapped around her in a very natural way- her head resting against my shoulder.
We drove back to their place, she showed me to the door & before entering, turned around & planted a quick kiss on my lips before we went inside- a kiss I had been thinking about for a decade. She has these incredible soft lips. We came together very naturally, & then turned and walked into her front door to find her husband there waiting for us, seemingly scanning back & forth to judge our shared chemistry. I didn't feel weird at all placing my hand on her back, or holding her hand as we walked thought their collection. What a collection, what a couple, what a woman. She'd brush against my arm, or we'd hold hands for a second- feeling her finger running along my palm as we did... all these little very vanilla interactions, her leaning into my side, or stepping in front or me as I held her hand behind her back, with her husband very happily noticing our chemistry & little brushes against each other. The tension was palpable.

It finally felt like time to get moving towards the door, & hubs was kind (or savvy) enough to give us some space. She came up & leaned into me looking into her eyes & I finally had the chance to pull her close, to look into her eyes & give her a few kisses. It was electric, kissing her & looking into her eyes & feeling a real connection with this beautiful woman. I wanted her so badly (& her husband seemingly wanted me to have her equally) - but we'd come further in the journey over a decade than a quick hookup. We had chemistry. We had shared so much about ourselves with each other over a decade, a quick hookup felt rushed- it just didn't feel like what we had been building towards. I wanted more time with her & she didn't want to rush things either- I was enjoying the slow burn & I think she was equally, so although her husband seemingly wanted us to get together, we decided to put it off & allow the fire to smoulder. Fuck was it hot. We stood at their entrance & shared some very passionate kisses, holding her close to me, brushing the hair away from her beautiful face, my hands on her bare shoulders above her cute little black dress, finding the small of her back- our lips & tongues matching each other in a really nice way - you know how some people just know how to kiss properly- wow did this woman ever have it all. I honestly felt like a high school kid again, our very brief make out was so natural - we just matched- it just felt right. That's an odd thing to feel about another man's wife, but he was seemingly quite happy about the entire thing- I know I was. She whispered that she didn't think he'd be happy about me leaving without a main event, but we both agreed that a slow burn just felt more right for us, and proposed the idea of us seeing each other again before I left town. Hubs had some prior obligations over the next few days, & she would be free. I really wanted to spend more time with her as well, not rushing things... just enjoying her & this slow burn of chemistry we had going. We shared a few more kisses & I got in my car to the hotel in which I was staying. I sent her a text saying how much I enjoyed dinner with them & seeing their place; telling her again what a beautiful woman she was & how much I enjoyed the night.
"I really want to be with you" came the reply "before you go back home".
I had been in California for less than 30 hours, & here this gorgeous woman & I were making plans to spend time together again over the next two days, with expressed consent from the husband! This might just prove to be a fun weekend... it wasn't even about the sex. It was about finding a shared chemistry with someone you have built a relationship with over a decade. Sure, hookups are their own thing- but intimacy built on real connection is so much more intriguing! So where was this trail bringing us? I guess we'd just have to see...

CaliHWluvr

What a great writer you are. Thank you for such an insightful, thoughtful sexy post.
It was a pleasure meeting you. After all these years,
I am an older hot wife now, then when we first started talking a decade ago.
So I wasn’t sure how things would go.
But I guess it’s just like riding a bicycle. Apparently I didn’t forget
I am going to write my version of the events as well.
But so much happened in such a short span of time, and I need to figure out how to condense it. Ha!
Again, thank you for sharing. It was great to hear from the other side for once. HOT!
I can’t wait to read the rest.
And yes, great title. Accurate.

Oh wow! Now this is an interesting story. I'm in. Can't wait for the next "burn".

I'm hooked. This is already a great story.

Dear Abby,
Wait, wrong intro. brb

Dear Penthouse letters...

no, that's not it

Dear God.
Is that it?

Rebecca, our stories are connected ... now I have a lot to live up to!

First off- you are incredible; I am so happy to have you in my life- your kindness brings so much joy to my day,
I am truly grateful for you.

~~~

I got home from dinner with Will & Rebecca & I just couldn't sleep- my mind was racing- that's when I wrote what became the basis for the previous post.

Remember, I was here for work- not play- All of this was fun, but I had work to do- I had to focus! Hah! Good luck with that. I had some meetings the following day & a lab inspection, followed by dinner with some distant connections related to my family of origin. I was supposed to head northward right away- but I realized- hey- I could set the agenda & move some things around, & why not? I wanted to see Rebecca again! Will had an obligation that night- I decided I could head back to their city & book a hotel there for a night, before heading north to make my next prior obligation. I found a nicely renovated hotel of classic architecture & booked it - it was close enough to their place - it was downtown, it was nice enough for me to feel comfortable hosting such a classy lady; for all intents & purposes, it checked all the immediate boxes.

Rebecca had agreed to come out for a drink or two, so as I came back into town, I swung by their place & picked her up. As soon as she walked out of their front door, I immediately got that twitch when I saw her, & my heart got that little flutter of excitement; you know - those new person vibes we only get so often in life - she was dressed slightly more casually than the sexy little black dress from the night before- jeans & a jacket hiding this cute little black top with what I would later learn thad these spaghetti type straps hidden underneath. It was simple, but classy. 'Wow - this lady makes anything look good', I thought to myself. She closed the door to their place & locked up, & hopped into the SUV & off we went. It wasn't long before we were pulling up to the valet, I was grabbing my bags & we walked into the hotel, got through registration & were on up to the hotel room. If I recall correctly, I grabbed a very quick shower, cleaned up a bit & we headed down to the lounge below to grab a drink to take the tension off & just relax after a long day. The bar/ lounge was busy but not packed- we found ourselves two spots at the bar and pulled up. This beautiful woman beside me ordered a lemon drop; I was too distracted to think of anything but her, & duplicated her drink order.

We had so much to talk about - having met Will the prior evening - and having been in his position before, I understood that this wasn't just about us. Will had given me such a gift to be entrusted with his wife & I wanted to make sure he felt respected & included in this whole thing. Rebecca had removed her jacket & her incredibly defined shoulders & neckline were just on full display & it was hard not to notice. She just looked so sexy, & I, having had read her prior confessional posts over a decade ago, I knew this little vixen had so much more going on under this very professional & presentable look she had on the surface. Nobody else around could tell, but I knew- & it drove me crazy just sitting there with her- she looked amazing. We chatted - we had a couple of drinks, & we finally caught up in person- just the two of us. I felt like she was an old friend - and in earnest she was - I'd simply never spent any time with her in person. We talked, we laughed. We've both been here before, we both knew the rules, but we discussed things very clearly to make sure there were no misunderstandings. I wanted her to know that I respected her & wanted to do this right. I valued her friendship & we didn't want any thing to jeopardize that - our friendship was important to us both. I wanted her to be comfortable, & I wanted Will to feel respected & even included; I had always loved the idea of the HW sending home updates of the date to her hubs, so I asked her if I might take a quick photo of her sitting at the bar (looking so good!) & send it to Will. She kindly agreed, flashed a couple of peace signs, a wry smile & I took a snap & she gave me Will's number so I could send it along. I added the pic & typed this quick message: "Hi Will, this is James. Thank you for trusting me with your most valued asset - your beautiful wife. She is incredible - I give you my word I have her best interests at heart & will take great care of her & return her in as great condition as you have shared her with me. Thank you for your trust!"

We continued to sip on our drinks & a message came back within a few minutes: "She is good judge of character and a lot fun to spend time with.
Thanks for making her happy - and the photo - I love photos! You kids have fun..."

I'd say things were off to a pretty good start...

Wow!

Thank you so much! You have an incredible memory for the little things. Nice!
I have a few days off so I am going to try to write my version.
I doubt it will be anything like what you have written in terms of length.
I will write about how I felt, all of it, the real feels...Especially after being absent
from the HW scene for years. It was whirlwind.

There were a lot of behind the scenes you never saw.
But I Gotta be me.
It will hopefully be up to par, including some humorous things that occurred on my end.
But I will be sure to post my side in the next few days.
I have to think about how to begin.
There is so much that happened.

Rebecca

Kindling the Fire
My take
It had been a minute since I was an active hotwife. Years actually. But after years of sitting on the sidelines, I finally decided to step back into the game, not just to date but to prove to myself that I could still turn heads and hold my own in conversation.
It wasn’t about seeking validation, it was about reclaiming a part of myself that had been tucked away for too long. Could I still be captivating, still communicate and still have the confidence to carry a conversation with my intellect and wit?

Fast forward a few weeks when I received a text from a man I had never met in person. We had occasional texts and a few phone calls. We talked about life, helped each other in our respective relationships and I discussed my apprehension of being a hotwife and also a mom. Having to hide a part of my life. It was always a struggle for me. But that was the extent of it.
As we texted back and forth, it suddenly hit me that we were going to be in the same city at same time.
After all this time talking from a distance, the possibility of finally meeting face to face felt surreal. It was such a cool moment. There was mix of excitement and little disbelief, like wait, this really happening? It hit me all at once. I was going to dinner with my husband and this man I had spoken with over a decade. And also, the thought that this could be my entrance back into the hotwife lifestyle.
It was complete unknown, but I was going to put my money where my mouth was and jump back in.
There was a rush of excitement, a little disbelief, and the sudden realization that what had only existed through screens and messages was about to become real. The anticipation built with every message. In just a short time we would no longer be just words on a screen. We would finally be there, in the same place, sharing the same moment.
The moment we stepped into the restaurant, my eyes scanned the room, searching for a face I had never seen in person but somehow knew by heart. My husband and I had arrived prior to my friend. A man I knew was into the hotwife lifestyle and knew the ropes. A strange mix of familiarity and anticipation settled in my chest- years of conversation had led to this point.
My husband and I looked over the menu and I decided to order a Lemon Drop. The tangy sweet drink arrived in its delicate glass, a golden elixir of liquid courage. I took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread through me, easing the tight grip of fear and anxiety.This wasn't just a drink, it was my wingman, my silent cheerleader, nudging me me forward with each sip.I Wasn't just stepping out of my comfort zone, I was reclaiming myself, one sip at a time. I Had spent years clenched tight, wound up with the pressure of expectations, responsibility, and ever-present need to have everything under control. That is why I used to blog about my time as a hotwife, businesswoman and also a mother. It was such a balancing act. That was the name I chose for my blog.
If stress could fossilize, I was already coal- compressed, hardened, unyielding. But pressure changes things. It reshapes, refines, and forces transformation whether you’re ready or not. And somewhere along the way, the weight didn’t just crush me; it carved me into something else. The tension turned into resilience, the sharp edges smoothed into something rare, I wasn’t just surviving anymore, I was shining.
And then, there he was. The recognition was instant, not just in his face, but in the way he smiled, the way he stood, as if we had done this a hundred times before. Yet underneath the ease, there was and unspoken thrill- after all this time, we were all finally here, together, in the same place, sharing a meal. It was on...

to be continued...

It was so on

After dinner we made our exit out of the hotel and over to the valet. My husband urged me to ride with my friend rather than choose the familiarity of our own vehicle. I felt a mix of comfortableness and a tinge of insecurity but I was determined to not let fear curtail my freedom to continue this journey we were on.
When we arrived to the house, my senses were on high alert, caught in the quiet tension of the moment, I kissed him prior to entering. In my opinion, a good kiss feels natural and connected and a bad kiss feels rushed, overly forceful , or disconnected.It was a good kiss.That was good.
We then entered the house. My husband was there expecting us, waiting. I looked at him with those unspoken glances couples have after many years together. I felt approval, so I decided to just go with whatever was going to occur. My friend spoke, gesturing toward something, a painting, a piece of furniture but my mind wasn't fully on his words. Should I be engaging with him, responding, laughing at the right moments? Or should I acknowledge my husband, standing just a step behind, watching, waiting? Deep down, I knew the answer. My husband wanted me to focus on the man, to lean in a little, to let conversation stretch past politeness into something unspoken. It was a test, a game, a silent dare. And whether I wanted to or not I was already playing.

After our tour of the house and a bit of conversation, my friend got ready to leave. I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. Ask him to stay or make another plan on a different day. In the end it seemed as if the best choice was to make another date. We said our goodbyes and I walked him to his car. My husband stayed inside but it wouldn’t surprise me if he were looking out the window, hoping to catch me doing something naughty. But through our kisses we both whispered that we needed more time.
My husband was going out of town and was very obliged to let us spend time together, alone. So, we made plans for the next evening.
The next day I had some prior obligations I needed to attend to.
I had come to the city to work not to hotwife. In the olden days of hotwifing I would pack as if anything could happen. But this trip, my wardrobe did not include any sexy items except a pair of red panties that could pass for sexy because they weren’t granny panties.

My husband departed the next day and I was busy completing some tasks that needed attention. When it came time to get ready to meet up with my friend, I realized I didn’t have anything to wear. The black dress I wore the first night was a no go. Who wants to wear the same thing for two nights consecutively? Not me.

My friend let me know he was going to be little later than expected. At that point I did not have time to drive to a mall to get any sexy get-ups. And I didn’t know what to do if things progressed. I did the next best thing. I needed to go to the only place open, Target.

I sighed as I grabbed the car keys, accepting my fate- I was about to by lingerie at Target. Not the chic, dimly-lit boutiques of the mall where lacy sets where delicately displayed like fine art but the soul crushing fluorescent-lit aisles of practicality.

Wedged between discount sweatpants and socks, I weaved through the store past a toddler throwing fruit snacks and an elderly man intensely examining a pack of Hanes briefs before I landed in the intimate’s section. The sexiest thing in sight was beige bra promising full coverage and extra support. The lingerie section was bleak- my choices ranged from a shapeless cotton nightgown to a leopard- print disaster that looked like it belonged in a 90’s sitcom.

Defeated but determined, I grabbed a simple little black slip negligee, the closest thing to actual lingerie this fluorescent wasteland had to offer. It wasn’t luxurious silk, but if I squinted hard enough, I could pretend.
It would have to do I thought. I wasn’t even sure anything would happen, but I wanted to be prepared.Like my time as a girl scout,
always be prepared. All I had with me were jeans, a black top and black black boots. The most boring of boring but I was hoping my charming personality would make up for the unoriginal appearance my outfit had to offer. When he was on his way to pick me up, I shoved the little black negligee into my big purse along with a few other essentials I thought I may need.

He soon arrived and we drove to his hotel. Along the way we caught up and made chit chat.
It was a nice place -a restored building with a quaint but classy interior. After we checked in, we took the elevator up to his room. We entered and I found a nice king size bed and nice view of the downtown city lights. He asked me if he could a take a shower and I said of course. I kinda needed a minute to get my bearings. Here I was in the most familiar scenario of days gone by and here I was jumping back into the hotwife life with someone I have known for a long time.
He and my husband had exchanged phone numbers and I knew they were sending texts back and forth.I also know that was arousing to my husband and I also knew my friend was happy to oblige. It seemed as if things were flowing nicely.
As I waited for him, I climbed onto the bed fully clothed and took out the other thing I packed into my bag. A ragged old copy of Animal Farm. I listened to the water splashing and dropping to the tile below in the other room as I read my book and wondered what was going to happen next.

The sound of rushing water filled the space as I settled on the bed, stretched out with my book. The pages felt familiar beneath my fingers, the words a strange contrast to the quiet intimacy of the moment. As I read, the steam from the shower escaped under the door, the scent of soap and warmth mixing into the stillness, a silent reminder that I was not alone.
And then it was time to have a drink, the liquid I have come to rely on to ease my inhibitions.
To the bar we went.
As the elevator descended, I was acutely aware of him standing behind me. His presence was palpable. I was feeling comfortable, like an old pair of jeans. The feeling of putting them on is so familiar and easy and in that moment it felt right.
The bar was alive with energy, filled with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses and the occasional burst of laughter.
Unfortunately, the barstools were full so a table would have to suffice. But as luck would have it, two seats opened up and I followed him to the sleek wooden bar, where we slid onto the high stools.
We ordered lemon drops, the first sips a perfect balance of sweet and sour. We talked about life- the things we lost, the dreams we chased and all the moments that shaped us into who we were. The noise in the bar faded into the background, just two souls wrapped up in conversation.
To my surprise, my husband sent a text to my friend. I was caught off guard but happily posed for a photo, always trying to include him as he is so kind to let me explore. I am thankful for him.

WillsRebecca2025 wrote: ↑

Wed Feb 19, 2025 2:41 pm

I am thankful for him.

You & me both - Will is the hero in this story!!!

After finishing drinks at the bar- feeling warmer and uninhibited, we decided to make our way up to his room. We rode the elevator up in silence. My heart was beating just a little too fast, my thoughts were spinning in a way I wasn’t sure how to slow down.

When we reached his room, I stepped inside and exhaled as the door shut behind us. “What am I doing, how did I get here?" All the past thoughts about coming out of hotwife retirement came flooding back in warp speed. Despite my fear, I felt a deep sense of confidence, trusting my abilities to face the challenge ahead.

The bed was the main focus of the room, taking center stage. We looked at each other, made some small talk all the while wondering if my bag should be utilized. I had come this far, and I felt comfortable.

I grabbed my bag and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door gently before leaning against it for a moment. My reflection in the mirror looked different- flushed with cheeks, slightly parted lips, eyes darker than usual. I let out a breathy laugh, shaking my head at myself before reaching for the negligee I had packed without really thinking I’d wear it. The fabric was cool as I slid it on, the thin straps brushing my shoulders, the length falling just right.

I ran my hands over my arms, trying to settle the nervous energy humming through me.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next… And maybe that was the most thrilling part

The humanity of this story is special

What a wonderful thread! Please do go on.

54321

I stood in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in the negligee that promised far more confidence than I actually had. The mirror behind me still held the ghost of my reflection and the weight of unspoken questions.

I took a breath, my fingers tightening slightly on the doorframe. A step forward, and there would be no turning back. A step back, and the moment would slip away, becoming just another thread in the tapestry of what if.

I stepped forward, and let fate-or my own questionable decision making decide the rest
I let my fingers slip from the doorframe, crossing the space between us with quiet certainty. His eyes looked at me with surprise but also something deeper-quiet recognition, understanding.

An old friend. A presence that had always been steady, uncomplicated. Years of conversations that never crossed the invisible line between friendship and something more. And yet here we were. The space between us felt smaller than it had ever been, though neither of us had moved.
Would we be together for the night, the question pulsed with silence, heavy with possibility? It would change things- maybe for the night, maybe forever?. I wasn't sure which.
The air felt charged, the silence between us no longer filled with questions, but with something inevitable.

I tilted my head, offering the slightest, knowing smile, the kind that said, “Well are we doing this, or are we pretending we don’t know exactly where this is going?”

His gaze held mine-steady, searching, and then he finally spoke.

Lovely writing! And so thoughtful too. I'm enjoying this thread so much. Please continue!

54321

54321 wrote: ↑

Fri Feb 21, 2025 8:22 am

Lovely writing! And so thoughtful too. I'm enjoying this thread so much. Please continue!

54321

Thank you kindly.

Will

Our relationship has been a journey, one that started with traditional expectations, but has transformed into something uniquely our own.
In the beginning was a time of reflection for me. I knew he loved me, but I was unsure of the motives behind his desire for me to be a Hotwife.
I felt so many mixed emotions- confusion, insecurity, suspicion and even curiosity. Was he feeling emotionally or physically disconnected and trying to push me away? Was he struggling with self worth and he believed I deserved better? Did he secretly desire and open relationship and this was he way to segue into that type partnership? I had so many questions. But through much research and a lot of soul searching I finally relented.
I needed to at least see how it would make me feel knowing I had his wholehearted support. And so I embarked on this unconventional journey.

We have evolved over the many years together. Eventually I realized he really did not want me to have any rules or restrictions.
Not because he didn’t care, but because he wanted me to be free to choose him not out of obligation, but out of genuine love for him.

He is the kind of man that is secure, he prioritizes my happiness above traditional norms and expectations. Honesty is an important part of our relationship, It would not work without it. Our marriage involves trust, allowing me freedom to explore connections with others while maintaining a strong bond with one another.

Over the years, our love has faced complexities- in the beginning a bit of slight jealousy surfaced at times. Boundaries required adjustment. But our marriage has remained steadfast.He generously finds joy in my sexual happiness rather than possessiveness. We both see love as something that evolves rather than confinement, which allows space for both passion and commitment.

I might occasionally struggle with the nuances of our arrangement, but it always returns to the love and friendship that has kept us together. It is a delicate dance of mutual trust, where each step is guided by love, understanding and an unwavering commitment to one another..

Decades in, our marriage is still built on that foundation, but it has shifted, adapted, and survived storms that may have sunk others.
He is my partner even when I may drift. There are times when our marriage seems effortless and times when it needs to be refined.
But in the end, and through it all, he remains unwavering in his commitment to my sexual freedom and happiness, however that may look.

I have no I problem writing about other people or even about things I have done. But when it comes to really digging deep into myself, I have trouble figuring out where to begin. I will start by describing how I became a hotwife. I will start at the beginning of my marriage. Even though I suspect my childhood likely paid a large role in how I became a hotwife. I will go into that another time but I can remember those early years like yesterday. It is a formidable part of my life. I am her; she is me.

Rebecca

Worn in overalls, soft from years of use, hang loose but comfortably on my petite frame. My pockets always full of useful odds and ends- maybe a pocketknife, maybe a rock I had found and liked the feel of it. I have so many rocks from over the years. Beneath the overalls I wore a flannel shirt, the sleeves pushed up, the fabric faded and familiar.
On my feet, a pair of well-loved Birkenstocks molded perfectly to the curve of my feet, the soles darkened from the years of barefoot wandering before slipping them on. I felt confident in my role as a young mother, and wife. It suited me well.

It started with a conversation, half joking, half testing the waters. My husband had a way with words, and a quiet persistence that made even the strangest idea seem reasonable. I wasn’t even sure when my curiosity turned into consideration. Maybe it was the way he framed it- something thrilling, possibly freeing. Maybe it was the way I had learned, over the years, to be two things at once.

At first it felt like a game- something new, something daring, something that belonged only to us. It began with photos of me posted to a website. He wanted me to see the reactions of strangers when I bared my body. That was the first step. But those steps eventually led me to a place I never thought I would ever go. I told myself I was in control, that every step I took into this strange, uncharted territory was deliberate.
But then I wasn’t so sure.

The first time I was nervous- nervous in a way I had never been before.
It was the kind of nervous that reminded me of being young, fumbling first kisses, and uncertain hands. Not my husband’s hands though. He watched with something between admiration and hunger, like he had given me the key to a door that I had not realized was there. I opened it and that was the beginning of many decades of opening new doors.

For me, it felt like stepping into a new pair of high heels, awkward, a little uncertain, a little wobbly. I learned to walk in those in time.
Just like those heels, something shifted. It wasn’t just about them anymore, or about him, or the men. It became mine too, my choices, my experiences, for better or for worse.

I learned the game of it, the shifting of roles, the way I could be someone else for a night and still come back to the life I had built. But some nights I was the woman in the worn-out flannel, rough around the edges, laughing over a cocktail deliberate and composed, the softness of my dress snug against my skin as I leaned in close to someone new.

The thrill of it- the rush of being wanted, of feeling a stranger’s hands on my skin, of stepping outside of myself and becoming something different for a night,
But after?
After there was the quiet. That moment alone in the bathroom mirror, wiping away the lipstick, undoing the dress. The moment in bed, laying with my husband, his fingers tracing circles on my arm, asking me how it had been, what it had felt like, what I had liked. I always answered. I always told him. But somewhere deep inside, a question had begun to form, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to say out loud.

Did I do it because it excited me or because it excited my husband? Some nights I put on the heels, stepped into the role, played the part. And some nights I found myself hesitating at the closet, my eyes spying the familiar flannel hanging there. And the overalls that that still smelled like dirt and earth and something simple.
I hadn’t stopped being that woman. I didn’t want to stop being that woman. But I could feel the shift, the way something inside me was tilting, the way I walked the line and I didn’t know if I had chosen this or if it had been chosen for me. And that uncertainty, those quiet little questions were growing louder in the back of my mind. I didn’t know what to do with that.

Not yet.

Hi Rebecca and CaliHWluvr,

This is a great story. Probably and already one of my favorites. Thank you for sharing. There are so many layers to it. And before saying other compliments to the quality of the writing, it's important to acknowledge the human aspect of it.
Like for example the fact that Cali started telling the story and then in the last few days Rebecca continued it. If this story is happening right now or if it happened weeks ago, months ago, and there are new chapters to it which we don't know yet.
If Rebecca is expecting Cali to come here and finish the story. Or in the backstage, Rebecca and Cali are having a great time posting and checking our comments and deciding who will write next.

Those are all intriguing parts which collaborate to make it one of my favorites.

Whatever it is that is happening in real life, I wish Rebecca, Cali and Will the very best.

Excited to hear what's to come.

Rufus