Our Hotwives

Recently, my wife invited a church friend over for coffee. She pulled out a mug for her friend, and her friend commented on the mug. Turns out, the mug was a gift from her long-time lover—it was from his army reserve unit. My wife's friend mentioned that she was also in the army reserve and served in the same unit. My wife just vaguely mentioned that a friend had given her the mug. Now, when I use the mug for coffee, it reminds me of her lover. He did buy her sexy outfits, but she doesn't wear them.

Are there any other vanilla-type items around your house that remind you of a wife's previous lovers?

Nice. The little touches mean a lot..

Most of the reminders for me are places where she went with someone. One is a house where the guy still lives that I drive by on occasion. I’ve never seen him outside but she’d gone there twice to visit, once with me. He easily had the thickest, if not the biggest cock she ever had. Every time I drive by I think of how she was there with him.
A few others are also places around the area outside where she and my brother used to go. A certain hayfield or remote picnic area or back road. Every time I go by I think of them. Those were the days.

My wife stole a tie for me from one of her buddies. A good tie, powerful, I wear it to formal meetings sometimes.

One of the guys Vicky has played with owns a local business in our area. I've written on our thread how she's gone there to meet him on occasion. He'd come out and greet her all friendly and businesslike in front of his employees and other customers. Then they'd go to his office where he'd close the door and she'd suck and fuck him. He does a lot of advertising for his business in our area. So on almost a daily basis I drive around our town and see his name and think about their secret meetings. There have even been times when Vicky and I are at the gym together and the local TV station is playing and one of his commercials have come on. Vicky will make eye contact with me and flash one of her mischievous smiles just to secretly flaunt her conquest while the other people working out with us have no idea. The shared secret makes it that much more fun!

We can relate to the house point since several of her previous bulls still live in the area. For me I think the cute lingerie and outfits she (or I) purchased because a bull preferred them is the sweetest reminder, especially since she doesn't wear them for me. I thumb past them in the closet sometimes.

Nope. My wife has a box stowed in our garage that contains photos, mementos, souvenirs, diaries, etc she acquired before she met me. She does not display in our home anything given to her by her former boyfriends, probably because she wants to avoid inquisitions from our kids.

We still have the two blankets that my wife and her ex-boyfriend used while having sex during the night shift.

I forgot about a photo my wife has kept since she was in college. It's of her standing next next to her then boyfriend. They had their arms around each other's shoulders. She was wearing an instant hard-on bikini that revealed almost all of her scorching hot body. She told me that the photo was taken at a college party. She remembered that the boyfriend in the photo wanted to fuck her all the time. Looking at her in that photo, I told her that I couldn't blame him. I asked her to not destroy it. I believe she left it in her box of cherished memories.

I never really thought about this “vanilla reminder thing”.

But now that you mention it there are a few reminders that I have thought about.

One is a hat that she bought with the hotel name where she spent the night with her old FWB about 2 years or so ago. Interesting enough I also ran across an empty Cialis paper pill container with his name on the RX in her dresser drawer..LOL.

She also has two beach towels that she kept from her times with another long term FWB.

Tank Turner wrote: ↑

Fri Aug 15, 2025 5:53 am

Nope. My wife has a box stowed in our garage that contains photos, mementos, souvenirs, diaries, etc she acquired before she met me. She does not display in our home anything given to her by her former boyfriends, probably because she wants to avoid inquisitions from our kids.

TT
- Depending on if they are decorated in some way that wouldn't draw attention to them, why not have them out?
- I use a coffee mug from a old GF on a quite regular basis and think nothing of it. To my wife it's just a mug, she has no idea where it came from. It was just something I had when we met.

Two rubber duckies that my wife's first guy gave to her as a gift for our kids.

Sadly the kids are getting a bit old for bath toys, but I always think of him when I see them.

Hi Long Lurker 34,

A cursory look at that photo would reveal a coed standing next to her boyfriend at a college party. If you were to spend a few extra seconds checking out the sexy and revealing bikini my wife was wearing, it would be easy to conjure up a more realistic image in your mind.

My wife and her sister used to wear extremely revealing bikinis. That's common among young women. If one coed is flaunting her hot body, she'll receive most attention. Coeds compete against each other. If one is leaving little to the imagination, her coed friends will do the same.

My wife had and still has large tits. She was showing them in that photo.

I'm sure my wife wants to avoid prying questions from our kids.

BTW, we live within miles of popular Southern California beaches. Thong bikinis are normal among coeds. Their bikini bottoms cover just enough to keep them legal. They have to shave everything or close to it to wear them. My wife's sexy and revealing bikini would be modest in comparison to what young women wear on Southern California beaches.

My wife was right when she said that California should designate legal nude beaches for adults.

BTW, Long, the first time I saw my wife in a bikini (we were dating then), she was not wearing it long. Hence, I could see how her former boyfriend got her out of her sexy bikini.

I have many scorching hot naked photos of my wife that I would love to have professionally processed on development paper, framed, and displayed on our bedroom walls. But for our kids, I would.

There's a well known hotel where Liz has met both of her boyfriends a couple of times. We've also dined, danced, and fucked at this same hotel. Every time we would drive by the hotel I would smile at her and say "you've fucked three different men in that hotel".

When we travel to her home town for annual visits to her family, we always stay at one or other of the two hotels where SW had her hotwife encounters. Heading to one of them this upcoming Thursday-Monday!

Staying in the hotel and wondering if it happens to be the same room, etc. is an erotic reference/reminder for me.

I'm thinking of asking her to have coffee or other (say, dinner including me?) with Mr. M. He had reached out to her a few months ago to let her know he would be in her (our) area on business. As far as I know, she never replied to that; however, it's now clear he does want to reconnect with her.

slenderfish wrote: ↑

Fri Aug 15, 2025 10:51 pm

When we travel to her home town for annual visits to her family, we always stay at one or other of the two hotels where SW had her hotwife encounters. Heading to one of them this upcoming Thursday-Monday!

Staying in the hotel and wondering if it happens to be the same room, etc. is an erotic reference/reminder for me.

I'm thinking of asking her to have coffee or other (say, dinner including me?) with Mr. M. He had reached out to her a few months ago to let her know he would be in her (our) area on business. As far as I know, she never replied to that; however, it's now clear he does want to reconnect with her.

SF
- Good to see you back.
- With your back issues would it be fair to assume SW needs a fair "servicing" that perhaps Mr.M might be able to provide. Maybe with a subtle push from you for SW to meet up with him, you know "back issues" stopping you from going along.

Like noreaster, it’s places for me.

The afternoon my wife decided to open our marriage, she (and he, of course) were at a hiking trailhead that I routinely pass by on my way to work many mornings. (I work at different sites on any given day.)

Can’t help but look over at the parking lot as I roll by and think about the afternoon she hopped over the center console of our SUV right there…in that parking spot…and impaled herself on his waiting, hard cock, effectively thrusting us into an open marriage in which she would get all the cock she could ever want and I would sit back and jerk off to all of it. (I’ve never wanted another pussy. I just love knowing and watching her enjoy herself. It’s truly a beautiful thing to see her smiling and mounted on her boyfriend’s raging, raw, hard cock.)

Other places, too.

A couple of times, when the kids were out of town with their grandma and grandpa, my wife brought her boyfriend over to our house. He has fucked her a few times in the bed where we sleep every night. I’ve even cleaned her up and, on at least one occasion, got sloppy seconds where we sleep every night. What an incredible privilege….watching him fuck and fill my happy wife in a place where I “live” every day.

But still, there are more places. Here, in Colorado, we have 54 mountains that rise above 14,000 feet. Colorado skyscrapers! Together, the three of us have hiked 11 of them. There were a few that were simply just too “busy” with hiking parties that we never had a chance to “play,” but I count at least a half-dozen, maybe eight peaks, where we had enough time for a quickie on the summit before the party behind us came over the ridge. (We got caught once, and they sort of laughed it off with us as we made a hasty descent.) So…..traveling about our skyscrapers and observing our Front Range often conjures fond memories of watching her enjoy herself…and the sloppy seconds I got to enjoy moments later. (Ever fuck with 20 percent less oxygen in your lungs? Holy shit! It’s a wonder I’m still alive!). Just looking at a map of Colorado’s 14ers is enough to make me smirk and think about some good times. A different kind of “mile high” club!

But less occasionally, it’s the small things, too.

She’ll wear his shirt home after a night of getting laid. A week later, I’ll be looking through my shirt drawer to find a new, cleaned t-shirt stuffed in with mine. A Cabo San Lucas t-shirt. I’ve never been to Cabo in my life. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna wear it. It just sits there, in my drawer, forever reminding me that my wife LOVES getting her pussy filled and made happy by another man.

Marie went on a day with a guy she met online. As it turned out, the guy just happen to live in apartments that was very close to our house. I called Marie when I hadn’t heard from her for awhile. Marie was annoyed that I called. In her haste to get off the phone she forgot to hang it up. For the next hour I listen to my wife moans and screams. When they took a break Marie noticed I was still on the phone.

She told me they were getting ready for round two. The guy fucked Marie so good she ended up spending the night this place. Her voice was very hoarse when she came home the next day. That was over 10 years ago. I think about that night every time we pass those apartments.

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Het SheLikesWhenIWatch,

The most intensively erotic, hard-on spasming sex is naughty spontaneously sex. I love it. My wife loves it more than I love it. She got me risky public sex.

My wife briefly hesitated during our first MFM experience. She was rushing into it. SHe seduced the dude, brought him home with us, virtually pulled him into our bedroom, stood right in front of him and god naked, helped him get naked, pushed him onto our back on our bed, then stopped in her tracks. She always fucks with at least one light on. She knows men are visual and wan to see sex acts she performe on them. So I was able to clearly see her face. She stood motionless while silently considering what she was about to do. After and eternity that lasted for maybe 30 seconds, she mounted him reverse cowgirl.

She was extremely sexually experienced before I met her. But confronting the reality of fucking another man while she was married to me was a new reality for her. She's grown to love that reality.

Marie originally wasn’t interested in a guy that was very tall, rail thin and very quiet. She jokingly nicknamed him Lurch. She surmised it would be terrible to have sex with Lurch. Then one night Marie has change her mind and decided to give Lurch a try. Surprisingly Lurch had a very long skinny cock that rocked her world.

One day Marie was channel surfing and came across the old Addams Family tv show. She quickly turned the channel when she saw Lurch on screen. Before I could say anything she told me to “SHUT UP”. We had a good laugh. Now every time we see Addams Family we’re reminded of the night Lurch had his way with her.

I have photos of my wife dressed and ready to be picked up by her date and many of her when she returns home, still fully clothed, naked and in various stages of undress. None of the photos are out on display, but a lot of the before and after clothed photos are in our family album for friends and family to see.

She looks so innocent, but they don’t know that shortly after the “before” photo was taken she was having sex with her boyfriend and in the “after” photos she still has his sperm inside her. It’s a big turn on for me when they comment on her smiling and looking happy and I have to resist the urge to tell them why. We have told few friends the background to the photos and it is a big turn on discussing the photos and her actual dates with them.

Her sister knows she dates with my approval so sometimes plays along in front of family, by asking something like “were you going anywhere nice” or “been anywhere nice” when she sees my wife dressed up and suspects she’s going or been on a date.

If we’re out with friends she will sometimes tease me by mentioning places she’s been to, but not that it was on a date. If they work out it wasn’t with me and ask who with she will just say a friend.

SheLikesWhenIWatch wrote: ↑

Sat Aug 16, 2025 7:24 am

Like noreaster, it’s places for me.

The afternoon my wife decided to open our marriage, she (and he, of course) were at a hiking trailhead that I routinely pass by on my way to work many mornings. (I work at different sites on any given day.)

Can’t help but look over at the parking lot as I roll by and think about the afternoon she hopped over the center console of our SUV right there…in that parking spot…and impaled herself on his waiting, hard cock, effectively thrusting us into an open marriage in which she would get all the cock she could ever want and I would sit back and jerk off to all of it. (I’ve never wanted another pussy. I just love knowing and watching her enjoy herself. It’s truly a beautiful thing to see her smiling and mounted on her boyfriend’s raging, raw, hard cock.)

Other places, too.

A couple of times, when the kids were out of town with their grandma and grandpa, my wife brought her boyfriend over to our house. He has fucked her a few times in the bed where we sleep every night. I’ve even cleaned her up and, on at least one occasion, got sloppy seconds where we sleep every night. What an incredible privilege….watching him fuck and fill my happy wife in a place where I “live” every day.

But still, there are more places. Here, in Colorado, we have 54 mountains that rise above 14,000 feet. Colorado skyscrapers! Together, the three of us have hiked 11 of them. There were a few that were simply just too “busy” with hiking parties that we never had a chance to “play,” but I count at least a half-dozen, maybe eight peaks, where we had enough time for a quickie on the summit before the party behind us came over the ridge. (We got caught once, and they sort of laughed it off with us as we made a hasty descent.) So…..traveling about our skyscrapers and observing our Front Range often conjures fond memories of watching her enjoy herself…and the sloppy seconds I got to enjoy moments later. (Ever fuck with 20 percent less oxygen in your lungs? Holy shit! It’s a wonder I’m still alive!). Just looking at a map of Colorado’s 14ers is enough to make me smirk and think about some good times. A different kind of “mile high” club!

But less occasionally, it’s the small things, too.

She’ll wear his shirt home after a night of getting laid. A week later, I’ll be looking through my shirt drawer to find a new, cleaned t-shirt stuffed in with mine. A Cabo San Lucas t-shirt. I’ve never been to Cabo in my life. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna wear it. It just sits there, in my drawer, forever reminding me that my wife LOVES getting her pussy filled and made happy by another man.

SLWIW
- Perhaps a map on the wall with two different colour pins??