When I Broke The Rule
Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 1:24 pm
When I Broke The Rule!
If anyone had told me 5 years ago I would be a “hotwife” I would not have believed them. Hell, five years ago I didn’t even know the term “hotwife”, actually I only learned the term in the last month. My first marriage ended after 20 years, probably lasting at least 10 years longer than it should have. Let’s just say among the other issues, I was a highly sexually frustrated woman.
I began dating my husband almost 4 years ago, and we finally were married almost 2 years ago. While we were dating, we had several discussions about life, our expectations, desires, and what we expected out of each other. The hubby told me that he thought that I was to good not to share. I thought he was crazy, who is going to want a chubby, middle-aged woman? Well, we began that journey with hubby placing ads, prescreening individuals and handling all the arrangements. All I had to do was be ready when he came to pick me up. For the sharing, we had only ONE rule. That rule was simple … I did not meet anyone without him being present. That arrangement served us well, that is until I messed it up on July 25th.
That day I had a day long training program to attend. One my way to the meeting, I sent a message to our friend M. Hubby had met M and had shared me with him on several occasions, we even jokingly called M my “boyfriend.” Throughout the morning M and I traded several texts messages, getting more and more explicit as they went. (We had exchanged these types of messages before, but it had always been while I was with Hubby) I actually crossed the line first. Since I hadn’t seen M in several months, I asked him if he was still interested. When asked if I was needing his attention, I replied that I was always needy. Just before the training program started, M asked if I needed him to take me, could be fun I replied. He asked how wet I was, and knowing that I was about to start class I thought I would tease him. Told him I was afraid people would detect the scent. He told me he could be my lunch special. More than an hour later I replied I thought we would need more than an hour. Through several quick text messages, he offered me his protein, to pick me up and to bring me lunch. I told him where he could pick me up and what time. Around the same time, within a minute or two, I texted hubby and said that M was proposing a lunch meeting. I knew that if hubby said no or that he was uncomfortable with us meeting alone, all I had to do was text M and he would understand. Hubby said that it was my call, that M was a friend and different from anyone else. I told him I would let him know what happens. Now just to explain, when I sent hubby the text message about M proposing a lunch meeting, I seriously thought that hubby would know that I meant a lunch fuck. Why didn’t I just say it that clearly? I don’t know, thought it was understood. In my mind, why else would M be meeting me at lunchtime? M is a FWB… but I think of him more as hubby’s friend and that him and I are FBs.
M picked me up at the appointed time and place. Imagine my surprise when we drove 2 blocks down the road to a motel, where he had already gotten a room. As soon as we entered the room we began kissing and he began groping and working a hand down my pants. I had to stop him so that I could remove my pants – sure didn’t want them to smell if he made me cum. We quickly got naked and moved to the bed. Like I said, we had not been together for several months, and he very quickly rammed his cock into me. There was an urgency in our sex since we had limited time. He was going so hard and fast I was scared he was going to pop quickly. M must have felt that too because without warning he was standing on the side of the bed, asking me to suck on him. One thing you should know about me is that I love to suck cock. It makes me to wet and turns me on so much I could just about cum while sucking cock. I know I didn’t even suck for 5 minutes before he wanted to be in me once more. I turned over and got on all fours so that M could take me from behind. I was so wet, that we did not need lube. While doing me, M reached around and starting grabbing my tits and pulling at my nipples, he took me right to the edge and then he stopped. I smelt the lube (strawberry) before I felt it he quickly lubed up my backdoor and slide right in. I was quickly pushing back against him, not wanting to be denied my orgasm this time. It only took a few minutes before I had an intense orgasm and he dumped his load into me. I knew that I would be reminded of our “lunch” all afternoon, I just hoped that I didn’t end up with wet panties. We talked while we cleaned up, catching up on what had been going on in our lives since the last time hubby and M had talked. I quickly dressed, as I needed to get back in time for the meeting and wanted to have time to call hubby. Once M dropped me back at work, I grabbed a coke and a bag of chips and sat down to call hubby.
The call to hubby was not what I had expected. I was stunned that he was shocked and surprised that I had just gotten back to work after getting done on my lunch break. He thought that I actually meant that M and I were going to go eat food. Talk about knocking the wind out of someone, I think we were both stunned. Hubby said that we were fine and to return to my meeting that we would talk later. And boy did we talk. I broke our ONE rule – I went and meet someone without him. How could I do such a thing? Does it matter that I thought he understood what I meant? The pain I caused him was there, totally evident in his voice and his expression. I was so worried that I was going to lose him. We talked several times over the next few days, about what I was thinking, how he felt, and how we were going to move forward after I broke the rule. What we were going to do about me breaking the rule ?
Did I get caught up in my texting/sexting with M? Yeah I did. Were my intentions to sneak off, meet in secret and hurt hubby? NEVER!! See for me hubby is IT. I do not even want to think about a life without him, he is my best friend, my partner and the best lover I have ever had.
The day I broke our rule, I took a step that would change things. As of that day, with the encouragement and support of hubby, I am taking control in finding FBs. This is certainly not a part of my comfort zone. When I look in the mirror, I see a middle aged, chubby married lady. My thoughts revert to “Who is going to want me?” Am I capable of doing what my husband did? This is a growing experience for me. I am lucky that I have a hubby who is willing to help and guide me in creating ads and will look at responses with me. The best part of this is knowing that hubby always has my back. I am not sure how this journey is going to go or how long it will go, but I know that it will be a fun filled pleasurable journey.
The biggest lesson learned: CLEAR communication is essential. My marriage is worth more than any fuck, regardless of how good it is.
If anyone had told me 5 years ago I would be a “hotwife” I would not have believed them. Hell, five years ago I didn’t even know the term “hotwife”, actually I only learned the term in the last month. My first marriage ended after 20 years, probably lasting at least 10 years longer than it should have. Let’s just say among the other issues, I was a highly sexually frustrated woman.
I began dating my husband almost 4 years ago, and we finally were married almost 2 years ago. While we were dating, we had several discussions about life, our expectations, desires, and what we expected out of each other. The hubby told me that he thought that I was to good not to share. I thought he was crazy, who is going to want a chubby, middle-aged woman? Well, we began that journey with hubby placing ads, prescreening individuals and handling all the arrangements. All I had to do was be ready when he came to pick me up. For the sharing, we had only ONE rule. That rule was simple … I did not meet anyone without him being present. That arrangement served us well, that is until I messed it up on July 25th.
That day I had a day long training program to attend. One my way to the meeting, I sent a message to our friend M. Hubby had met M and had shared me with him on several occasions, we even jokingly called M my “boyfriend.” Throughout the morning M and I traded several texts messages, getting more and more explicit as they went. (We had exchanged these types of messages before, but it had always been while I was with Hubby) I actually crossed the line first. Since I hadn’t seen M in several months, I asked him if he was still interested. When asked if I was needing his attention, I replied that I was always needy. Just before the training program started, M asked if I needed him to take me, could be fun I replied. He asked how wet I was, and knowing that I was about to start class I thought I would tease him. Told him I was afraid people would detect the scent. He told me he could be my lunch special. More than an hour later I replied I thought we would need more than an hour. Through several quick text messages, he offered me his protein, to pick me up and to bring me lunch. I told him where he could pick me up and what time. Around the same time, within a minute or two, I texted hubby and said that M was proposing a lunch meeting. I knew that if hubby said no or that he was uncomfortable with us meeting alone, all I had to do was text M and he would understand. Hubby said that it was my call, that M was a friend and different from anyone else. I told him I would let him know what happens. Now just to explain, when I sent hubby the text message about M proposing a lunch meeting, I seriously thought that hubby would know that I meant a lunch fuck. Why didn’t I just say it that clearly? I don’t know, thought it was understood. In my mind, why else would M be meeting me at lunchtime? M is a FWB… but I think of him more as hubby’s friend and that him and I are FBs.
M picked me up at the appointed time and place. Imagine my surprise when we drove 2 blocks down the road to a motel, where he had already gotten a room. As soon as we entered the room we began kissing and he began groping and working a hand down my pants. I had to stop him so that I could remove my pants – sure didn’t want them to smell if he made me cum. We quickly got naked and moved to the bed. Like I said, we had not been together for several months, and he very quickly rammed his cock into me. There was an urgency in our sex since we had limited time. He was going so hard and fast I was scared he was going to pop quickly. M must have felt that too because without warning he was standing on the side of the bed, asking me to suck on him. One thing you should know about me is that I love to suck cock. It makes me to wet and turns me on so much I could just about cum while sucking cock. I know I didn’t even suck for 5 minutes before he wanted to be in me once more. I turned over and got on all fours so that M could take me from behind. I was so wet, that we did not need lube. While doing me, M reached around and starting grabbing my tits and pulling at my nipples, he took me right to the edge and then he stopped. I smelt the lube (strawberry) before I felt it he quickly lubed up my backdoor and slide right in. I was quickly pushing back against him, not wanting to be denied my orgasm this time. It only took a few minutes before I had an intense orgasm and he dumped his load into me. I knew that I would be reminded of our “lunch” all afternoon, I just hoped that I didn’t end up with wet panties. We talked while we cleaned up, catching up on what had been going on in our lives since the last time hubby and M had talked. I quickly dressed, as I needed to get back in time for the meeting and wanted to have time to call hubby. Once M dropped me back at work, I grabbed a coke and a bag of chips and sat down to call hubby.
The call to hubby was not what I had expected. I was stunned that he was shocked and surprised that I had just gotten back to work after getting done on my lunch break. He thought that I actually meant that M and I were going to go eat food. Talk about knocking the wind out of someone, I think we were both stunned. Hubby said that we were fine and to return to my meeting that we would talk later. And boy did we talk. I broke our ONE rule – I went and meet someone without him. How could I do such a thing? Does it matter that I thought he understood what I meant? The pain I caused him was there, totally evident in his voice and his expression. I was so worried that I was going to lose him. We talked several times over the next few days, about what I was thinking, how he felt, and how we were going to move forward after I broke the rule. What we were going to do about me breaking the rule ?
Did I get caught up in my texting/sexting with M? Yeah I did. Were my intentions to sneak off, meet in secret and hurt hubby? NEVER!! See for me hubby is IT. I do not even want to think about a life without him, he is my best friend, my partner and the best lover I have ever had.
The day I broke our rule, I took a step that would change things. As of that day, with the encouragement and support of hubby, I am taking control in finding FBs. This is certainly not a part of my comfort zone. When I look in the mirror, I see a middle aged, chubby married lady. My thoughts revert to “Who is going to want me?” Am I capable of doing what my husband did? This is a growing experience for me. I am lucky that I have a hubby who is willing to help and guide me in creating ads and will look at responses with me. The best part of this is knowing that hubby always has my back. I am not sure how this journey is going to go or how long it will go, but I know that it will be a fun filled pleasurable journey.
The biggest lesson learned: CLEAR communication is essential. My marriage is worth more than any fuck, regardless of how good it is.
) so why not say what's happening? 
(but also with just a tinge of hope that an advance in naughtiness might be afoot!! 
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