I typed the below in someone’s thread:
Well, nothing has transpired with the first boyfriend (they haven’t even texted) but be perhaps their flirting sparked something. A week ago, my wife and the guy from the first paragraph texted and agreed to go to the driving range on Thursday. He is the one she used to have dinner with frequently, I worked with him (no longer do) and they once travelled to Argentina for a few days alone together before a work trip (no sex happened but they spent three days visiting Buenos Aires together). Leading up to Thursday, I got to noticing a few things. She asked me to get her some underwear after the shower and she said, “not those, I’m wearing those Thursday”. I noticed her in bed grooming her toes at night (who plucks the hair from their big toe?!?). She asked me to clean up the downstairs tv room in case they decided to come back for a drink. And then I was asked if I was staying away after I took the girls to ballet (normally drive them to ballet then come home for 90 minutes before going back to pick them up. I told her I’d stay near ballet which would put me out of the house from 4:15 -7:00.My wife used to go to dinner with someone she was interested in playing with ever 6 weeks or so. They never did anything more than kiss a few times in the car after some drinks had lowered their inhibitions, but when she returned home, she was always turned on and ready for us to finish what she couldn’t with him. (Let me tell you, I can’t wait for covid to be over so they can start dining out again.)
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My wife’s first boyfriend recently started texting with her (they lost their virginity to each other). He clearly is wanting to revisit old times although my wife hasn’t played in years and claims she’s over being a hot wife. Didn’t stop her from allowing him to send a dick pic or talk about how they’ve each had extracurricular fun over their married years (both acknowledged their spouse knows). Who knows if it will lead to anything, but it’s the closest my wife’s been to flirting with someone in ages. I’m guessing if it weren’t covid, they’d meet for a drink to catch up. (She had pursued him as a potential first FWB 8 or so years ago when she first entertained the concept but he chickened out. She might not be inclined to give him a second chance.)
We have security cameras so I knew when he arrived and while he came into the house to pick my wife up for the driving range, I thought maybe they’d have that drink. But no, after just a few minutes, I saw them load up the golf clubs in his trunk and off they went. My mind was racing all the while I was gone... I drove in circles as there really isn’t anywhere to go during covid to kill time. I walked around a grocery store...
I received notification of movement on the front cameras... thinking perhaps they golfed first and came back for a nightcap (there was still an hour before I’d be home) but alas, it was just the cat roaming on the front porch.
I drove home realizing they wouldn’t be coming back to the house for any fun. Then my mind started working out potential timing details... “would they spend 2 hours at the driving range hitting balls?” “Perhaps they got a couple drinks and are sitting in the car talking or even kissing”. The last few times they had gone to dinner (more than a year ago was the last time), the wound up making out in the car before coming home.
45 minutes after I had returned I finally hear the car coming to drop her off. She comes in, and we go about getting our kids ready and putting them to bed. My wife eats (I had made an extra plate for her when I made dinner upon returning home).
As we sit on the couch catching up and I ask a few questions about their time, not wanting to sound eager (I was failing), and not wanting to be too intrusive. After 10 minutes or so, she blurts it out.
“I fucked him in the backseat of his car.”
“You’re fucking with me. Are you fucking with me?”
“Are you mad?”
“You aren’t serious”
Turns out she was serious... they had gotten some drinks from the range (they have a bar) and drove to an area overlooking the bay and at her suggestion, moved to the backseat.
So much more to say... and not all encouraging, but after nearly three years of saying she was done with hotwifing, she “got back on the horse” so to speak...