Our Hotwives

We’re a happy, mature couple in our mid-50s. After raising two wonderful daughters who are now married, we found ourselves as empty nesters—free, adventurous, and open to new experiences.

Three years ago, my wife, Silvia, began dating a close friend of a friend—a kind, respectful man who treated her like a queen. Their love story was simple, drama-free, and beautiful. She went on solo dates, weekend getaways, and even vacations with him. But life had other plans, he had to move abroad to be closer to his daughter.

They met at my best friend’s 60th birthday. They connected immediately and she didn’t talk with anybody else at that party. Week later, it was their first coffee date. They talked for hours…

Their first time – in countryside cottage after months of casual dates. She said it felt familiar and new at the same time.

Then they got almost caught by Silvia’s childhood friend who spotted them holding hands across the table.
Six months later it was her first weekend away with him in Slovenia. After that their relationship found its own rhythm. Dinners every Wednesday, he would take her to little restaurants around the city, weekend trips sometimes just a night in nearby spa town, other time longer escapes to Italy or Croatia. It wasn’t just physical.

Their last time – their usual spot by the river.

Now, after a short break, Silvia is back in the dating scene this time, Tinder. Over the past ten days, she’s chatted with five very different men. One is a distinguished gentleman in his 50s, another a charming "gypsy" (a taboo in our country, much like dating a Black man would be elsewhere.

She created a profile—classy, elegant, and a few tasteful photos. Her bio is simple:
"Empty-nester, lover of wine, travel, and good conversation. Looking for genuine connections." The matches poured in. Men in their 40s, 50s, even 60s—each with their own stories. Some were divorced, some widowed, some just… curious.

But five stood out:
1. The Professor – A silver-haired well-traveled.
2. The Gypsy – Dark-eyed, magnetic, a taboo in our culture.
3. The Young Athlete – Late 30s, flirtatious, full of energy.
4. The Businessman – Polished, confident, used to getting what he wants.
5. The Artist – Unpredictable, passionate, a free spirit.

She went on a date this Friday with the Professor. She admitted he feels safe. She met him at a quiet wine bar. I stayed home, not nervous but curious. When she returned, her cheeks were flushed. When she returned, her cheeks were flushed. She said he was wonderful. They talked for hours about books, politics, and their lives. No rushed moves, just chemistry. Just a single kiss. She said she’s seeing him again.

She went again with the Professor yesterday - this time for dinner at a tucked-away jazz bistro. She wore a black dress I hadn’t seen in years. Minimal makeup, just perfume and confidence. When she left, I kissed her hand. “Enjoy him,” I said. She smiled.

She came home around midnight. No details at first. Just a look—soft, satisfied, a little dazed. We sat on the couch, and after a glass of wine, she finally said, “He’s a gentleman. But there’s more behind the calm.” Later, in bed, she held my hand as she whispered that they had kissed again. Longer this time. Slower. Then, she paused and added, “Next time might go further.”

Tonight she had a date with the artist. He picked her up in an old Saab convertible. He brought her a single sunflower instead of roses. They had drinks at an outdoor bar, overlooking the city skyline. She said he talked with his hands, laughed loudly, and didn’t hide his desire. She felt seen in a different way—less safe, more alive.

She came home barefoot, carrying her heels. Her hair messy, her dress a little wrinkled. She said he's chaos but in the best way. They had parked by a lookout point after dinner, kissed until the windows fogged. She stopped it there. Not because she didn’t want it—but because she wanted to want it even more next time.

She has another date set with The Professor this weekend. An overnight this time. A cabin by the lake.

I’ll be home, waiting… wondering… and supporting her every step.

More soon.

I'm following your story. Is this real time yes?

Cuckcuckgoose1 wrote: ↑

Wed Jul 09, 2025 5:24 pm

I'm following your story. Is this real time yes?

Yes—this is happening in real time.

Professor texted her last night. He asked if she prefer red or white wine. She'd said red because it stinks better. I laughed because she's been killing him. He’s planning the menu. Red for the first night, white for the second. Cheese, figs, dark chocolate. I told her he’s trying to seduce her. She laughed and said he already did. She was enjoying that, I wasn’t jealous. But I wasn’t not jealous, either. She was wearing that slip—the one she’d bought last summer.

She wanted me to talk about it. That I’m thrilled? That I’m counting the minutes until she's in another man’s bed. I told her knowing and feeling are two different things. She asked me if I wanted to cancel. Hell, no. But I'm she'll like it too much. Not the sex, the him. She laughed and she said she's not trading 30 years for a weekend fling. Even though she said he's special but not like me.

Double post

If this were posted in the cuck forum, I would stay away, but it's not. So I will comment.

I will never understand how this lifestyle can go past a shared adventure with husband and wife. My wife is always no more than a hotel elevator ride away, and if we are on a trip, an adjoining hotel door away.

Not to mention, the safety aspect. The men she is with sound like a bunch of milquetoasts. Are they really going to protect her, as being out on the town is not without risk?

No one can keep her safer than I can unless the date is with a squad of Marines.

Actually, that sounds interesting...

BrunetteLover wrote: ↑

Thu Jul 10, 2025 11:00 am

If this were posted in the cuck forum, I would stay away, but it's not. So I will comment.

I will never understand how this lifestyle can go past a shared adventure with husband and wife. My wife is always no more than a hotel elevator ride away, and if we are on a trip, an adjoining hotel door away.

Not to mention, the safety aspect. The men she is with sound like a bunch of milquetoasts. Are they really going to protect her, as being out on the town is not without risk?

No one can keep her safer than I can unless the date is with a squad of Marines.

Actually, that sounds interesting...

Thank you for sharing your perspective—it’s always valuable to hear how different couples navigate this lifestyle. What works for one may not suit another, and that’s the beauty of it. For us, Silvia’s adventures are less about distance and more about autonomy. She’s a woman who’s spent decades caring for others; now, she’s reclaiming her narrative. The men she chooses are vetted not just for safety, but for their ability to see her as she is.

On safety: You’re right—no one protects her like I do. But protection isn’t just physical. It’s the trust we’ve built over 30 years, the check-ins she volunteers without prompting, and the fact that every date begins and ends with her in control. (And yes, if a squad of Marines ever swipes right, we’ll gladly reconsider the rules.)

What started as a shared fantasy evolved into something deeper. Watching her rediscover herself even the nervous excitement before a date has brought us closer than any hotel-room proximity ever could.

Your way is valid. Ours is too. At the end of the day, isn’t that the point? To find what makes your marriage thrive?

Silvia woke up restless yesterday and just murmured "three days". I knew what she meant - 2 nights, no interruptions. Then she kissed me and when she pulled away she said she need to start packing - three sets of lingerie, her favorite perfume

Last night we cooked together - pasta and wine, she wore the slip dress. She led me to the bedroom after dinner and we had sex.

She woke before dawn, too excited to sleep. Her suitcase was packed, and she's on the way to the Professor cabin.

I hope she has a wonderful weekend!

Here is the update from their first night:
The drive took her 2 hours. The cabin was exactly as she had imagined—isolated and intimate. He carried her bags inside, his hands lingering just a moment too long on the small of her back as he guided her through the door. The fire was already lit and a bottle of wine sat uncorked on the table. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved through the room.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom. One moment, they were standing near the fireplace and the next, his hands were on her sliding beneath the fabric of her dress. He unhooked her bra with practiced ease and his hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She was already soaked and he teased her, circling her clit with slow strokes before curling his fingers just right to make her whimper. When she came he didn't stop , didn’t let her recover just kept working her through it until she was trembling. Only then did he strip off his own clothes and then he pulled her against him, pushing him back onto the rug, she straddled his hips. When her second orgasm hit, it was even more intense than the first and they lay there afterward.

Later, after a light dinner and more wine, they found themselves in the shower. His hands were everywhere soaping her breasts, sliding down her stomach, gripping her thighs as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her back pressed into the tile as he entered her in one thrust. He fucked her hard and fast and when she came, it was with a cry. He followed soon after as he spilled inside her.

She woke in the middle of the night to his hands on her body. This time was different slower, more deliberate. They moved together in a rhythm that was almost lazy. She came with a sob. He followed moments later. They fell asleep tangled together.

More updates to come later tonight/tomorrow.

Wow! Your wife has the perfect positive attitude for a hot wife. She does not threaten you at all, but reassures you that you will remain her number one despite the wonderful pleasures she may enjoy with other lovers. Her enthusiasm for the extra-marital relationships is healthy and is key to her sexual pleasure leading to easy orgasms. You like her to be happy and I guess you get a bit of an erotic charge out of sharing her and hearing her feedback.

We are eager to proceed with you as she expands her horizons, Does Professor know that she is a hot wife and has your full support?

Wow! Your wife has the perfect positive attitude for a hot wife. She does not threaten you at all, but reassures you that you will remain her number one despite the wonderful pleasures she may enjoy with other lovers. Her enthusiasm for the extra-marital relationships is healthy and is key to her sexual pleasure leading to easy orgasms. You like her to be happy and I guess you get a bit of an erotic charge out of sharing her and hearing her feedback.

We are eager to proceed with you as Silvia expands her horizons, Does Professor know that she is a hot wife and has your full support?

nnjcpl2002 wrote: ↑

Sat Jul 12, 2025 6:10 am

Wow! Your wife has the perfect positive attitude for a hot wife. She does not threaten you at all, but reassures you that you will remain her number one despite the wonderful pleasures she may enjoy with other lovers. Her enthusiasm for the extra-marital relationships is healthy and is key to her sexual pleasure leading to easy orgasms. You like her to be happy and I guess you get a bit of an erotic charge out of sharing her and hearing her feedback.

We are eager to proceed with you as she expands her horizons, Does Professor know that she is a hot wife and has your full support?

Thank you, that means a lot. Yes, Silvia’s attitude is exactly what makes this work. She’s open, emotionally grounded, and incredibly self-aware. There’s never been any manipulation, no pushing limits—just a shared understanding of what excites us both and strengthens our connection. She makes me feel included even when I’m not in the room, and that kind of emotional safety is everything.

You’re absolutely right—her enthusiasm, her confidence, and the freedom to explore without guilt have made her glow in ways I haven’t seen since we were first dating. And yes, I do get an erotic charge from hearing her stories, seeing her fully embraced and desired by someone else… but more than anything, I love that she’s happy. That kind of radiance can’t be faked.

As for the Professor—yes, he knows. Maybe not all the labels, but he understands she’s married, that I’m aware and supportive, and that we’re open by choice, not by dysfunction. Silvia made it clear from the start that this wasn’t about sneaking around, but about intentional exploration. He respects that, and her, which has made all the difference.

We're looking forward to whatever comes next. And we’ll definitely keep sharing. The support from this community is amazing.

Here is the update from Day 2, she phoned me for 20 minutes before she joins him back in the bed.

They shared a quiet breakfast—fresh fruit, toast, and strong coffee. He suggested a hike through the nearby woods, a trail that wound along the lake and climbed into the forested hills. Silvia agreed, she thought of being alone with him in the wild. She dressed simply. The trail began gently, a dirt path, they walked side by side. His hand occasionally brushed hers, the forest thickened as they climbed higher. They paused at a clearing, a small outcrop overlooking the lake below. She leaned against a smooth boulder, Professor stood close. Without a word, he closed the distance, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. He didn’t hesitate, his fingers tugging at the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down just enough to expose her. He lifted her slightly, her legs parting instinctively as he pressed himself between them. He unfastened his belt and entered her in one thrust. Her cumming was pulling him over the edge moments later. They adjusted their clothes in silence then the hike continued, but the dynamic had shifted. The trail looped back toward the lake, and they descended. By the time they reached the trailhead, the sun was high and they decided to head into the nearby town for lunch. They chose a café with outdoor seating, a small table tucked beneath an awning. Silvia ordered a salad with grilled chicken, the Professor a sandwich, and they shared a carafe of chilled white wine. After lunch, they walked the town’s streets. They stopped in a small bookstore, where he picked up a worn copy of a poetry collection, reading a few lines to her in a low voice. By mid-afternoon, they stopped at a patisserie. They shared a slice of lemon tart and and sipped espresso. She excused herself to the restroom and The Professor followed moments later the door locking behind them. Silvia told me the restroom was tight, her eyes locked on his as she sank to her knees.

They returned to the cabin as the sun began to dip. Silvia barely had time to set her bag down before he was behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling her back against him. This time was different—quick, urgent, a release of the tension that had built during their day in town. It was over quickly, both of them breathless. They freshened up as they prepared for dinner. They drove to a nearby restaurant, a rustic place with exposed beams and candlelit tables. They shared a bottle of red wine and the food was exquisite

The professor certainly knows how to treat Sylvia like a lady. Do you think this might be a long-term relationship?

venus-can99 wrote: ↑

Sat Jul 12, 2025 9:37 pm

The professor certainly knows how to treat Sylvia like a lady. Do you think this might be a long-term relationship?

Well, Silvia just hit the road back home 30 minutes ago, expecting her in 2 hours. Last update prove your point wrong.
She woke up early this morning and Professor was setting up the breakfast for them. She threw on silk sheer robe that barely covering her ass. She told me she decided to tease him while having breakfast - she licked jam of her fingers, slowly. They ate down in record time. They cleared the plates, and before Silvia could blink he was behind her with his hands gripping her hips hard enough. Silvia spun around, but he shoved her toward the living room. He pushed her to her knees and her robe riding up to expose her pussy. The Professor unbuckled his belt and he yanked her hair, tilting her face up, and told her to look at him. He freed his thick cock and he ordered her to open her fucking mouth. She complied as he shoved his dick past her lips. No warm-up, just brutal face-fucking. He gripped her hair tighter, slamming into her throat, making her gag and drool. She said she fucking loved it. He fucked her face harder. She said she was mess. He told her to take it. She didn’t touch herself. He pulled out with his hand pumping his cock aiming at her face. He told her to open wide, calling her a filthy slut. Silvia obeyed and mouth open and tongue out. His cum hit her cheeks, lips and chin, dripping to her tits. He stepped back admiring her - face glazed with cum. He muttered that she was perfect.

She went to the bathroom to clean her face, then get dressed and met him in the living room. He said the weekend was unreal, Silvia nodded in agreement. He walked her to her car, they kissed slow and dirty. He promised a next time

Hmmm... rough play is fine as long as it is consensual and Sylvia enjoyed it too without getting hurt. Having seen this side of the Professor is Sylvia ok with it? Are you ok with it or are you concerned for her safety

venus-can99 wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 6:40 am

Hmmm... rough play is fine as long as it is consensual and Sylvia enjoyed it too without getting hurt. Having seen this side of the Professor is Sylvia ok with it? Are you ok with it or are you concerned for her safety

Yes, Silvia was 100% okay with it. Actually, she initiated the tone shift. Was I concerned? A little. Not because I doubted him, but because it was the first time she’d truly handed over that level of control with someone new
But we had a long, open conversation about limits before the trip. She’s self-aware, experienced, and she knows her body and boundaries better than anyone

Thanks again for the thoughtful question — it’s exactly the kind of dialogue that makes this forum so valuable.

Looks like you have a wonderful hotwife - fully in control even when she handed over the control to the Professor.

Silvia came back home by noon. She dropped her suitcase by the door and walked straight into my arms. I grabbed her bag, and we headed inside. She flopped onto the couch and curled up like she’d never left - she gave me that teasing smile, saying I’m too good to her. Maybe I am, but it’s hard not to be when she looks at me like that. She laughed when I asked her how was it. She said it was intense and different. She didn’t dive into details right away, just sipped her coffee. We moved to the kitchen then she started talking. She went on, telling me about the weekend.

She said she was exhausted, but the good kind, like she’d stretched into a bigger version of herself. The Professor already texting her, but we decided to let him wait.

By the way she's keep texting with the other 3 guys from Tinder - Gypsy, Young Athlete and Businessman. And more likely would go on 2nd date with The Artist.

tdcouple wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 8:24 pm

Silvia came back home by noon. She dropped her suitcase by the door and walked straight into my arms. I grabbed her bag, and we headed inside. She flopped onto the couch and curled up like she’d never left - she gave me that teasing smile, saying I’m too good to her. Maybe I am, but it’s hard not to be when she looks at me like that. She laughed when I asked her how was it. She said it was intense and different. She didn’t dive into details right away, just sipped her coffee. We moved to the kitchen then she started talking. She went on, telling me about the weekend.

She said she was exhausted, but the good kind, like she’d stretched into a bigger version of herself. The Professor already texting her, but we decided to let him wait.

By the way she's keep texting with the other 3 guys from Tinder - Gypsy, Young Athlete and Businessman. And more likely would go on 2nd date with The Artist.

And then, I hope you worshipped Her beautiful pussy properly to demonstrate your devotion to this fantastic Lady who you are privileged to be married to??

Sincerely
elina

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She's been texting with Professor since she came home yesterday. She showed me their chat. He was letting her know she was on his mind and that he wanted her for himself on Friday night. He made it clear this wasn’t just dinner. Silvia wasn’t one to surrender easily. She pushed back, reminding him she couldn’t be taken that simply, but still agreed to meet him. He warned her that by dessert, she’d be begging, and told her to wear something tight. She refused to be commanded, insisting she’d wear whatever pleased her, not him. He brought back the facefucking before she left. He promised the next time would be different - her wrists would be bound and she would belong to him completely. Silvia responded with playful comment - she said without saying, if he earned it. He said he pictured her kneeling, her voice soft as she called him Sir, fully in submission. She reminded him she couldn’t be broken so easily. He accepted, ready to prove himself on Friday.

Silvia’s thoughts spill out when we talk. Over coffee this morning, she said his words get under her skin. That ‘my own slut’ line it’s dirty, but it makes her feel seen, wanted in a way she didn’t expect. The domination talk, the idea of him binding her, it’s thrilling but scary. she’s not sure she’ll give in fully, but the power play excites her. It’s like he’s peeling back layers she didn’t know she had.

For me, it’s a rollercoaster. Seeing her thrive, exploring this side of herself, fills me . I love how she’s blooming, how the Professor’s pushing her boundaries. Those texts and her playful resistance. It’s not jealousy; it’s more like admiration for her courage. I trust her completely, and that trust lets me enjoy this. When she showed me the chat, her voice trembling with excitement, I felt a surge of love. I told her, “You’re incredible,” and meant it.

Thanks for sharing,

I would tend to agree with you, Your Wife is absolutely wonderful!!
Not just Her looks but experiencing this sexy Lady exploring Her sexuality, enjoying it all the way with a loving husband supporting and cheering Her on...

Looking forward to follow...

Sincerely
elina