Our Hotwives

I’m the husband of a Central New Jersey couple, both in our early 30s, and for the past 6 years, we’ve been diving deep into the hotwifing lifestyle, a journey that’s kept our marriage hotter than ever. This forum has been a goldmine of raw stories and real advice, guiding us through the wild ups and downs of this world. I’ve been itching to share the night that started it all—our first time bringing another guy into our bed, a moment that still gets my cock hard and my heart racing. It’s the story of watching my wife, Sarah lose herself in pleasure with another man, and it’s burned into my mind like a porn flick I directed myself.

Seven years ago, Sarah and I were dating, living in a small apartment in Red Bank, New Jersey, our mid-20s. She was a marketing coordinator, all fire that made my head spin. I was grinding away in tech, always up for pushing boundaries, whether it was hiking the trails at Holmdel Park or fucking her senseless after a night out. Our weekends were spent exploring the Jersey Shore—beers at The Dublin House, live music at Asbury Park’s The Saint. One humid summer evening at The Saint, I felt a surge of courage over our third round of IPAs. The thought of watching her with another man had been a fantasy jerking me off in private for months. I spilled it all, my voice low, my cock twitching as I confessed how much it turned me on to imagine her fucking someone else while I watched. Her eyes caught the light, a spark of curiosity flashing across her face, and I knew I’d struck. That night, our sex was raw fueled by what I’d planted.

The weeks that followed were late-night talks, often naked in our bed. We dissected the fantasy my obsession with seeing her , her growing interest at the idea of unleashing her sexuality. The discussions were electric, her body responding to my wicked scenarios, my cock throbbing as she admitted the idea made her wet. Our sex became a playground for the fantasy. I’d picture her with another man, her pussy stretched, her moans louder than ever, and we’d fuck with a hunger that left us both trembling. We were ready to turn the dream into reality, our trust solid, our desire insatiable.

We turned to SDC, tipped off by lifestyle blogs that promised a world of like-minded kinksters. Our profile was vague but dripping with intent: a fit, curious NJ couple in their mid-20s, hunting for the right guy to blow our minds. Nights were spent on our couch, as we're going through messages. Some were laughable—dick pics or try-hard bravado—but others got my blood pumping. Then we found Mike, a 35-year-old finance guy from Princeton. His profile screamed confidence: tall, ripped, experienced in the lifestyle, and all about respect. His messages were smooth, teasing without being sleazy, and his proximity in Central NJ felt like a sign. He’d been a third before, knew the game, and that experience turned me on—he’d know how to fuck her right while keeping it safe.

We arranged to meet at a dive bar in Freehold, a halfway spot and a jukebox playing out classic rock. Sarah spent an hour getting ready, slipping into a black dress that hugged her tits and ass like it was painted on, her dark hair in waves, red lipstick screaming seduction. I went for jeans and a fitted shirt, my casual vibe hiding the fact that my cock was already half-hard with anticipation. Mike was at a corner table, whiskey in hand and sharp jaw giving off this vibe. The conversation flowed—NJ shore stories, gripes about turnpike traffic—before sliding into the lifestyle. His ease with our boundaries, his calm confidence, had Sarah leaning closer, her touches lingering on his arm. I watched, my pulse racing, my cock throbbing as their chemistry established. By the time we left, her hand gripping mine in the car, I knew we’d found the guy to fuck her while I watched.

A week later, the night arrived. Our apartment was the venue to the moment, playlist of The Weeknd’s slow. Sarah chose a red lace lingerie set, the bra , the thong and garters framing her ass like a fucking masterpiece, all draped in a sheer black robe. I set up a chair in our bedroom, close enough , my body hurts with nerves and need. We’d stocked wine, condoms on the nightstand, every detail screaming that this was happening.

Mike arrived at 8 PM, a bottle of Pinot Noir in hand. We settled on the couch, her robe slipping to reveal flashes of lace that made my cock twitch. Her flirtations were bold, her body inching closer to his, her laughter low and sultry. I watched, my arousal building, as the tension grew. She led him to the bedroom, her hips swaying, and I followed, settling into my chair, my heart hammering.

In the bedroom, Mike moved close, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. Her breath quickened as he slid the bra straps down, her tits spilling out, nipples hard . His thumbs circled them, slow , drawing a moan from her throat that hit me like a drug. Her hands moved to his sweater, pulling it off, her nails raking lightly down his abs. I watched, my cock throbbing, as she unbuckled his belt, her fingers trembling with excitement, freeing a thick, hard cock that made my breath catch. She stroked it, her grip firm, and I could see the hunger in her eyes.

They moved to the bed, her body fall into the mattress, thighs parting as she knelt before him. Mike’s hands roamed lower, peeling off her thong to reveal her pussy. His fingers circling her clit with a slow pressure , a low moan . My body was on fire, my cock aching as I watched her twist. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on. He positioned himself between her legs and then he pushed in, slow and deep, stretching her.

He was raw, his thrusts hard and steady, her hips bouncing to meet him. I was fucking mesmerized, every detail burning into me—her flushed cheeks, the way her pussy gripped his cock. She came hard, her body shaking, a scream from her throat as she cum. He kept going. Her second cum was even wilder.

They collapsed breathless. She looked at me and I felt our connection stronger than ever. Mike cleaned up and left quietly, giving us space. I fell into her, my cock sliding into her still-wet pussy, our sex a reclaiming. We fucked until dawn.

That night sparked our 6-year adventure in hotwifing, from NJ clubs to steamy online hookups. It’s taught us trust, communication, and how to keep the fire burning.

Such a good recounting of the first time! You never forget. Hope you make more posts of what happened after that night for her second event.

Wantsomefunto wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:47 am

Such a good recounting of the first time! You never forget. Hope you make more posts of what happened after that night for her second event.

Second time (month after first time) , we cruise out of Bayonne on Royal Caribbean to Bahamas - by the second night nothing had happened. Theyn she was approached by 40s dark-skinned guy who asked her to dance, she looked at me before saying yes. Watched them grind, pulling her into him. She didn't flinch. I just sipped my drink and felt my cock throb in my pants. Back in the room I told her if she wanted him I wanted it too. Wednesday night it happened. She told me she was going to meet him after dinner. I didn’t ask where. She wore a tight little navy-blue dress with heels. “No panties?” I asked. She shook her head, winked, and left. I sat in our cabin in nothing but boxers, rock-hard the entire time, staring out at the ocean, imagining her bent over a balcony
Around 3:30am, I heard the door unlock. She came in barefoot, holding her heels. Her dress was wrinkled. I could smell the sex on her.

She didn’t speak. She just climbed onto the bed, crawled up to me, and whispered, “He came inside me.” Then she kissed me. She whispered his cock was bigger than mine, and she came so fucking hard on it. That sent me over the edge. The next night, she asked me to come with her. He greeted us in his stateroom, asked me if I wanna watch and I nodded. He peeled her dress off slowly, He got on his knees and spread her legs She held the back of his head and ground her pussy into his mouth. When he stood, his cock was massive . She guided him inside her, He began to thrust, hands gripping her hips. She came hard twice before he even started fucking her rough. She told him to “use her,” and he did. I sat frozen and painfully hard. He pulled out and came all over her ass, then wiped it up with her panties and tossed them to me.

We stayed two more nights. She met him once more alone.

So this was our second time.

We had a lot more experiences in the lifestyle:
- Hotel Photographer in Dominican Republic
- Reconnected with the guy from the cruise
- Several hookups on her business travel/conferences
- Quickie with Lyft Driver
- Her first submission with former and older Marine

And some more...

I hope you will share those experiences with us too! Would your wife be comfortable with anonymous pics of her being shared in the Hotties section?

Tryn wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 7:42 am

I hope you will share those experiences with us too! Would your wife be comfortable with anonymous pics of her being shared in the Hotties section?

As for photos. I’ve asked her before, and while she’s not totally against the idea, she’s also careful about keeping her professional life separate from this side of us. That said, she has let me take a few anonymous shots over the years… some post-fuck pics, some hotel mirror nudes, even one or two where you can feel the aftermath. If there’s enough interest, I’ll see if she’s comfortable letting me share a few in the Hotties section — purely anonymous, of course.

We’ve definitely had some wild adventures since those first few experiences, and it’s been amazing. So yes, we’ll be sharing more soon

njcouplenj wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 7:48 am

If there’s enough interest.

Is that a trick question?

Restarting wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 9:28 am

njcouplenj wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 7:48 am

If there’s enough interest.

Is that a trick question?

Haha, fair enough! Truth is, Sarah loves knowing people are turned on by her, so I'll run the request through her.
I'm going for walk with Sarah and I'll post later for her relationship with the former Marine ( he's her regular lover - almost exclusive for past 3 years);

Great thread already.

Pretty please re: pix of Sarah!

She sounds more explosive than a cherry bomb.

Best wishes and thanks for sharing.

hornedhubby wrote: ↑

Sun Jul 13, 2025 10:35 am

Great thread already.

Pretty please re: pix of Sarah!

She sounds more explosive than a cherry bomb.

Best wishes and thanks for sharing.

Ok she agreed to share a photo. It's in the Hotties.

It's really fascinated how Sarah met Ray, an older, former Marine she encountered not in a club, not through an app, but in a digital battlefield - medieval MMO strategy game No kidding. Back in early 2022, Sarah stumbled into the game during a particularly stressful month. Her marketing job had hit a dry patch, and we were both adjusting to life post-lockdown. She was restless, and the medieval MMO gave her a space to flex her mind in a different way. She loved the alliance politics, the sieges, the balance of aggression and diplomacy.

This is how she e-met Ray, their initial conversations were strategic, tactical. Then came banter and flirtation. Ray's working private security consulting . For the first few months, their conversations were limited to game chat and Discord strategy sessions. She said she liked his voice notes—slow, commanding, without needing to raise his tone. What she didn’t know at first was that Ray lived only thirty minutes away from us, he was practically a neighbor. Once they discovered this, the messages between them took different approach. Late-night gaming sessions turned into long phone calls. Voice messages became more frequent. Sarah stayed up later, she told me she liked the way Ray took charge in-game. Ray invited her to meet for coffee at a quiet cafe near a park halfway between our homes. She came home glowing. She said he didn’t touch her. A week later, she went to his house. He had sent her a message earlier that morning - wear a dress. no panties. hair down. He tested her - made her wait, made her undress for him and stand still while he circled her slowly. He praised her body, but didn’t touch her until she asked for it. She came three times.

After that, they became regular. Very regular. For the last three years, Ray has been in her life not as a fling or even a casual lover but as a dom. Their meetings happen at least twice a month, often more. Sometimes it’s for an hour. Other times, a whole evening. Occasionally an overnight. He has a spare room she’s used more than once. Sarah would come home sore, sometimes bruised, always glowing. He never hurt her in ways she didn’t ask for but he pushed her.

A few months ago, the game clan that had originally brought them together hosted a reunion in Vegas. Sarah didn’t hesitate to go. Ray would be there too. She packed with care. I stayed home. The first night was mild. a rooftop dinner with the gaming crew. Later that night, he told her to wait in her hotel room. She stripped, knelt, and stayed that way until he arrived. The next day, they visited a private suite—converted into a makeshift dungeon. He brought clamps. A mirror. And silence. He made her watch herself kneel.

Aside from Ray she's dating 3 different guys now. 40s recently divorced architect, she met him at a professional seminar, he's whip-smart and emotionally available. Number 2 is early 30s guy from the gym, he's rough and she likes that. And most recently, she met a Black gangsta type at a club in the Bronx. He pulled her into a dance that didn’t feel like dancing at all. They’ve since met a few more times.

I think it is common for a wife to be vanilla with hubby and crave being submissive and treated roughly by a bull

I think it is common for a wife to be vanilla with hubby and crave being submissive and treated roughly by a bull

Quickie with Lyft Driver (2024):
It was a late summer night in 2024, about a year ago, when Sarah and I were out in Asbury Park. Sarah looked like sin in a tight black crop top paired with a high-waisted leather skirt. We’d been drinking IPAs for me, vodka sodas for her and dancing close all night. By midnight, we were both a little buzzed, our hands wandering, her ass pressing into me as we moved to the beat. We decided to head home to our place in Red Bank, about a 20-minute drive. Neither of us was in any shape to drive, so I pulled out my phone and booked a Lyft. But as we waited for the car, I caught the glint in her eye—the one that always signaled she was open to something more. It was the same look she had the night we first met Mike.

Driver pulled up in a sleek black SUV, hip-hop track thumping through the windows. He was in his late 20s, maybe early 30s, black with a muscular build. Sarah slid into the backseat first and I followed, settling beside her my hand resting on her knee. The ride was smooth and Sarah was playful with her fingers tracing circles on my thigh. Driver's eyes kept to the mirror, catching her subtle movements, and I could sense the tension building in the car. She let out a soft giggle when her hand brushing against my bulge. I knew she was playing a game, one I was more than happy to let unfold.

The car hit a red light, and driver turned slightly.
He: You two having a good night?
Sarah: Best night in a while. You ever get wild out here in Asbury?
He: Depends on the night. Looks like you two are on one

She shifted in her seat while her skirt riding up higher. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately, making sure Jamal caught the movement in the mirror. We were about halfway to home when Sarah made her move. The car was stopped at another light, and she leaned forward, her hand resting on the back of Jamal’s seat.
Sarah:You ever get a break from driving?
He: Why, you got something in mind?
Sarah:Pull over somewhere quiet, we've got a tip for you

He turned off the main road. He put the car in park and turned off the engine. She unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed into the front passenger seat. She whispered something I couldn’t hear and his hand slid to her waist. Sarah pulled his zipper down and wrapped hand around him, stroking slowly. He pushed her skirt up to reveal her lace thong. Her skirt was bunched around her waist , her thong pulled to the side, and his fingers were deep inside her two at first, then three. She pulled back from his cock straddling him in the driver’s seat. The space was tight, but she made it work. The car rocked slightly with their movements. She came first, he wasn’t far behind and came moments after that. They stayed like that for a moment before she climbed off. She slid back into the backseat.

The rest of the ride was quiet. When we got home, he gave us a nod and a knowing smile, and I tipped him generously through the app. Sarah and I stumbled into our apartment. I didn’t wait. I pushed her against the wall, her pussy still wet from her encounter. We fucked really hard that night

Wow that is such a very hot night! Was it her first bbc?

Sarah is indeed a hottie! Thank you for posting a photo of her!

Wantsomefunto wrote: ↑

Mon Jul 14, 2025 6:54 am

Wow that is such a very hot night! Was it her first bbc?

Indeed it was great experience. This wasn't her first BBC, back in college, Sarah dated a black guy for three years. They met during her freshman year at Rutgers. She told me their sex insatiable - fucking in his dorm's shower, they sneaked for quickies in the library; one night they fucked onto a frat house roof, another time in his off-campus apartment they experimented with restrains - her wrists bound to the bedframe. Once they crashed a campus rave, sneaking to a backstage corner where she rode him. Another night they got caught in his car during a storm.

She is a good and hot slut wife

Sarah had a date with Ray last night at his townhouse. She dressed per Ray's instructions - tight black dress, no panties. Ray had invited a friend, Marcus - 40s, married but experienced in the lifestyle. They settled in the living room over bottle of bourbon and low R&B music. He directed Sarah to undress and knelt down before Marcus. After several minutes she climbed onto Marcus. She rode him in cowgirl as Ray hand guiding her rhythm. When she came, Ray then suggested they move the the bedroom. Sarah knelt on the bed, she sucked Ray while Marcus positioned behind her doggystyle. They're switching positions and she came again. Ray didn't pull out, flipped her onto her back and entered her again slow but deep. Then they bound her wrists to the bedframe, Marcus knelt between her legs and tongue teasing her clit while Ray beside her fucking her face. She came hard and then they untied her and Marcus lifted her pinning her against the wall as he fucked her standing. Ray watched stroking himself. They moved back to the bed, Sarah on all fours, Ray taking her from behind while Marcus knelt in front. Marcus pulled out coming across her tits as Ray kept going. Then they switched again Marcus taking her missionary while Ray teased her clit with his fingers. Sarah rode Marcus again, reverse cowgirl this time as Ray stood before her. Finally, she collapsed and spent. Sarah came home at 4am. We didn't have chance to talk, so we talked this morning on her way to the office.

Wow I love how bad she is! Guess they had big cocks?

Wantsomefunto wrote: ↑

Tue Jul 15, 2025 8:34 am

Wow I love how bad she is! Guess they had big cocks?

It’s less about size and more about how they connect with her—confidence, chemistry, and knowing how to push her buttons just right. That said, Sarah’s not one to complain about a little extra to work with

Well she is so beautiful and sexy! Love her pics and what she does. A wife should have lots of fun and try new things a lot.

What an amazing story, and gorgeously sexy wife.
What a journey!!
Thank you for taking the time to share your story.
A question: has she ever shared a time with Ray when he pushed her limits, maybe even going over the line? What was it?

Aside from Ray she's dating 3 different guys now. 40s recently divorced architect, she met him at a professional seminar, he's whip-smart and emotionally available. Number 2 is early 30s guy from the gym, he's rough and she likes that. And most recently, she met a Black gangsta type at a club in the Bronx. He pulled her into a dance that didn’t feel like dancing at all. They’ve since met a few more times.

Every fabulous, chic, beautiful woman needs an adoring husband to love her, worship her, make love with her and share the deepest intimacies, and a select stable of lovers to give her the butterflies, the ego boost, the novelty and the variety necessary to keep her in prime condition and 'date hot'.
Your sensationally beautiful wife certainly fits that profile.

54321

mundyman wrote: ↑

Wed Jul 16, 2025 6:03 am

What an amazing story, and gorgeously sexy wife.
What a journey!!
Thank you for taking the time to share your story.
A question: has she ever shared a time with Ray when he pushed her limits, maybe even going over the line? What was it?

Thanks for the kind words. About Ray pushing her limits, there was one night about a year ago. Ray had invited Sarah to his townhouse - trusted him completely he'd been her dom for a couple of years by then. When she arrived, he had her strip and kneel in his living room as usual. this time he introduced a blindfold and noise-canceling headphones. He didn’t touch her for what felt like forever. When he finally did, it was with a feather, tracing her skin so lightly it was almost maddening. He bound her wrists and ankles to a chair. this time he used ice—running it along her inner thighs, her nipples, her clit. The cold was shocking, and she squirmed. She’d always had a safe word, but in that moment, she felt a flash of panic, wondering if she could handle it. He sensed it, slowed down, and checked in, but kept her on edge.

Afterward, they talked it out. Ray explained he’d wanted to test her trust and push her sensory limits. Sarah said it was a lot, but she didn’t use her safe word because part of her wanted to see how far she could go.

So that's the closest Ray’s come to crossing a line, and it was more about misreading her in the moment than anything intentional

54321 wrote: ↑

Wed Jul 16, 2025 8:01 am

Aside from Ray she's dating 3 different guys now. 40s recently divorced architect, she met him at a professional seminar, he's whip-smart and emotionally available. Number 2 is early 30s guy from the gym, he's rough and she likes that. And most recently, she met a Black gangsta type at a club in the Bronx. He pulled her into a dance that didn’t feel like dancing at all. They’ve since met a few more times.

Every fabulous, chic, beautiful woman needs an adoring husband to love her, worship her, make love with her and share the deepest intimacies, and a select stable of lovers to give her the butterflies, the ego boost, the novelty and the variety necessary to keep her in prime condition and 'date hot'.
Your sensationally beautiful wife certainly fits that profile.

54321

Haha, thanks! Sarah’s a goddess, and I’m her biggest fan, cheering as she collects those butterflies

Wow - what an interesting woman. Thanks for sharing the encounters and her pics as well. Love that you support her fully in her wonderful adventures. Will you be sharing her encounters with the architect, gym rat and the gangsta ?