Her Plan to Dip Toe in Hotwife Water

[Marco]

I think the size is fine, if she wants to have them replaced she might consider going for something more natural rather than bigger. They are the proper size for her physique. When they are too big they look too slutty, not what you want for her IMO

[whenwillshe]

Why would she consider a revision?
Between the pain, risks and expense, I just don't understand most cosmetic procedures and wonder why she feels the need

[afagehi7]

Why would she consider a revision?
Between the pain, risks and expense, I just don't understand most cosmetic procedures and wonder why she feels the need

New ones would look more natural and real. Better technology and materials plus she's gotten ample mileage from the current set. I say it's time. It's not necessary but if she ever wanted an upgrade, now is a good time

[slenderfish]

Why would she consider a revision?
Between the pain, risks and expense, I just don't understand most cosmetic procedures and wonder why she feels the need

New ones would look more natural and real. Better technology and materials plus she's gotten ample mileage from the current set. I say it's time. It's not necessary but if she ever wanted an upgrade, now is a good time

Exactly this. She will need to do it sooner or later, and wants to get the better look and a feel now so that she may enjoy over the next 15 years or so.

[slenderfish]

She said she expect to feel more confident and proud with the newer ones, even to the point that she may consider flashing people and/or going without bra almost exclusively.

I've observed to her that over the past several years, her aerolas and nipples have really become even more attractive and perfect. She seems to agree.

[whenwillshe]

Good luck with the procedure.
She is a hottie and I bet was a smoke show with her original equipment too

[slenderfish]

So we did have the sex-positive therapist session on our usual Thursday. I did find an opening to bring up the happy/drunk encounter from early Tuesday morning. You may recall that's when SW was singing to herself happily at about 4:30 a.m., lit incense, and then asked me when I will get a man for her. And described that I will watch her, play with myself, etc.

The therapist smiled and encouraged me to provide the summary and my thought/feelings. During the telling of it, I could see that SW was getting a bit shy, so I stopped and asked her if she remembers all of it. She said that she does remember it. Now she was more involved in my telling.

The therapist then asked SW how she was feeling at the time, and how she feels now about it. SW said that she was relaxed and open at the time, happy, and wanted to give me a bit of a gift. I thanked her for it. She then said that she feels good about it, in the present, after the fact. The therapist reinforced that such gifts are powerful to the husbands, and that SW might test an expansion of the risk/reward down that avenue.

I suppose time will tell!

[afagehi7]

So we did have the sex-positive therapist session on our usual Thursday. I did find an opening to bring up the happy/drunk encounter from early Tuesday morning. You may recall that's when SW was singing to herself happily at about 4:30 a.m., lit incense, and then asked me when I will get a man for her. And described that I will watch her, play with myself, etc.

The therapist smiled and encouraged me to provide the summary and my thought/feelings. During the telling of it, I could see that SW was getting a bit shy, so I stopped and asked her if she remembers all of it. She said that she does remember it. Now she was more involved in my telling.

The therapist then asked SW how she was feeling at the time, and how she feels now about it. SW said that she was relaxed and open at the time, happy, and wanted to give me a bit of a gift. I thanked her for it. She then said that she feels good about it, in the present, after the fact. The therapist reinforced that such gifts are powerful to the husbands, and that SW might test an expansion of the risk/reward down that avenue.

I suppose time will tell!

That is certainly positive because she easily could have claimed to not remember and cite the alcohol. Her fessing up is a big step forward. Now did she just say it to get your engine spinning or is it also spinning her engine? We know it spins her motor but admitting it does would be fantastic and a monumental leap forward.

It's all about her being honest and not withholding

[Mr Mrs Cream]

So we did have the sex-positive therapist session on our usual Thursday. I did find an opening to bring up the happy/drunk encounter from early Tuesday morning. You may recall that's when SW was singing to herself happily at about 4:30 a.m., lit incense, and then asked me when I will get a man for her. And described that I will watch her, play with myself, etc.

The therapist smiled and encouraged me to provide the summary and my thought/feelings. During the telling of it, I could see that SW was getting a bit shy, so I stopped and asked her if she remembers all of it. She said that she does remember it. Now she was more involved in my telling.

The therapist then asked SW how she was feeling at the time, and how she feels now about it. SW said that she was relaxed and open at the time, happy, and wanted to give me a bit of a gift. I thanked her for it. She then said that she feels good about it, in the present, after the fact. The therapist reinforced that such gifts are powerful to the husbands, and that SW might test an expansion of the risk/reward down that avenue.

I suppose time will tell!

Great news.

Now you can create BullBook (like Facebook but with bulls) and plan where to find candidates to add to BullBook.
Just sit with SW and decide, e.g. tomorrow we can go together to the disco, hope you would find a candidate and I will go to talk with him.
Or go to bar ask SW to talk with a barman and maybe someone would come and sit close to lonly SW.

I hope SW saw this short movie, which is esential of such plan:

https://vimeo.com/119082833

If not hope to read what does she think about it…

It may be just a trigger for you (if she doesn’t find anyone) for hot sex or… take someone stright to hotel room.
Such scenario may be a good sex game, so SW would be know that she should have condom bescause you will go from bar to hotel room.

[mundyman]

SW had an appointment last week to have her implants reviewed for a replacement, but ended up cancelling due to a scheduling conflict. She has been talking about this, off and on, for some years now. Seems she is ready to go for it.

Not sure how to react. I think the only real answer is to be supportive. She will do this for herself, not for me.

But if it comes with a healthy dose of self confidence regarding her sexiness, I can't see how it can be a bad thing.

Also not sure if the appointment is rescheduled.

Me thinks that as Pinkie begins to enter the search for another man, she feels the need to upgrade her implants as to give her a fighting chance against the other beauties she sees herself competing against.
Now whether that is true or not is immaterial. It’s all about what she thinks and feels about herself.
Perhaps as you hang with the beautiful and successful people; to put herself at the peak of the female social pyramid, she feels that her breasts must be among the best if not the best, to attain that alpha status.
The confidence muscle in a woman is the most important one, and it must be worked constantly to keep a woman happy.
Has she talked about any other procedures?
Good luck and thanks for continuing to share.

[slenderfish]

Me thinks that as Pinkie begins to enter the search for another man, she feels the need to upgrade her implants as to give her a fighting chance against the other beauties she sees herself competing against.
Now whether that is true or not is immaterial. It’s all about what she thinks and feels about herself.
Perhaps as you hang with the beautiful and successful people; to put herself at the peak of the female social pyramid, she feels that her breasts must be among the best if not the best, to attain that alpha status.
The confidence muscle in a woman is the most important one, and it must be worked constantly to keep a woman happy.
Has she talked about any other procedures?
Good luck and thanks for continuing to share.

I agree with all of this. She is looking for a boost in self confidence. An extra "edge" for herself.

She has talked about other procedures, at some point in the future, as she strives to keep that young look.

[rooster444]

So she asked for you to find her a man, then why not get on Doublelist and search either 'Men for Women' or 'Men for Couples' and find her a local, hot, sane, endowed F-Buddy? I think she would appreciate the assistance.

[Suchagoodgirl]

A little over 2 years of this journal and she seems pretty far from being a hotwife. She plays along to turn you on but there is a very real chance this is just not her. You seem to convince yourself she has done something besides flirt but she knows it's your fantasy and how much it turns you on. Why would she not just tell you if she had fucked a guy? I find your story fascinating. But I'm not sure are telling the story you think you are telling.

I have a hotwife. And she can't wait to tell me she fucked another guy. Your wife is very sexy and hot. And she only wants you. I'm not sure how many different ways she has to tell you this before you let this fantasy go. Sometimes you need someone else to tell you that you already have it made and appreciate what you have. You got it made my friend. She doesn't want to be a hotwife. Would you have still married her if you knew she would never want to sleep with another man? Of course you would have.

It would be interesting if you dropped it for a long period of time and see if she brings it up on her own. I mean don't mention it ever for like 6 months to a year. Not once. Even if she brings it up I'd say "yeah but it's not you and I love you just the way you are." It has to be left up to her. If she ever really wanted it (she doesn't), she obviously knows she could convince you to try it later.

Just one man's opinion.

[afagehi7]

A little over 2 years of this journal and she seems pretty far from being a hotwife. She plays along to turn you on but there is a very real chance this is just not her. You seem to convince yourself she has done something besides flirt but she knows it's your fantasy and how much it turns you on. Why would she not just tell you if she had fucked a guy? I find your story fascinating. But I'm not sure are telling the story you think you are telling.

I have a hotwife. And she can't wait to tell me she fucked another guy. Your wife is very sexy and hot. And she only wants you. I'm not sure how many different ways she has to tell you this before you let this fantasy go. Sometimes you need someone else to tell you that you already have it made and appreciate what you have. You got it made my friend. She doesn't want to be a hotwife. Would you have still married her if you knew she would never want to sleep with another man? Of course you would have.

It would be interesting if you dropped it for a long period of time and see if she brings it up on her own. I mean don't mention it ever for like 6 months to a year. Not once. Even if she brings it up I'd say "yeah but it's not you and I love you just the way you are." It has to be left up to her. If she ever really wanted it (she doesn't), she obviously knows she could convince you to try it later.

Just one man's opinion.

Nothing wrong with trying. Look at playboy fan hottie thread after years she finally became a hotwife and has fucked like 3 new guys

viewtopic.php?p=1338250#p1338326

[slenderfish]

So she asked for you to find her a man, then why not get on Doublelist and search either 'Men for Women' or 'Men for Couples' and find her a local, hot, sane, endowed F-Buddy? I think she would appreciate the assistance.

I think this is correct. Just looking for the on-ramp to this action.

[slenderfish]

A little over 2 years of this journal and she seems pretty far from being a hotwife. She plays along to turn you on but there is a very real chance this is just not her. You seem to convince yourself she has done something besides flirt but she knows it's your fantasy and how much it turns you on. Why would she not just tell you if she had fucked a guy? I find your story fascinating. But I'm not sure are telling the story you think you are telling.

I have a hotwife. And she can't wait to tell me she fucked another guy. Your wife is very sexy and hot. And she only wants you. I'm not sure how many different ways she has to tell you this before you let this fantasy go. Sometimes you need someone else to tell you that you already have it made and appreciate what you have. You got it made my friend. She doesn't want to be a hotwife. Would you have still married her if you knew she would never want to sleep with another man? Of course you would have.

It would be interesting if you dropped it for a long period of time and see if she brings it up on her own. I mean don't mention it ever for like 6 months to a year. Not once. Even if she brings it up I'd say "yeah but it's not you and I love you just the way you are." It has to be left up to her. If she ever really wanted it (she doesn't), she obviously knows she could convince you to try it later.

Just one man's opinion.

Let's remember she has slept with three guys as a hotwife. It's now coming up on two years since the last (Dec 2020).

I actually don't mention it much at all. It's just out there, a knowledge we both have. And, of course, the therapist.

Yes, I do agree we have it "made" and don't want for much. This is all frosting on the cake.

It's our journey. This is the chronicling of it. Of course there are quiet times.

[slenderfish]

I've been unbelievably busy the past several weeks with work projects, etc. And even more so this past week.

So Friday (yesterday) we took the afternoon off and attended a wine pairing lunch up in the bigger city, about a half hour drive away. It was at a super branded restaurant, celebrity chef, etc. Met up with a bunch of friends for the event. SW got super dolled up for it. Bright electric shiny hot pink slacks, a cute white flowy top, and black stiletto heels and appropriate handbag. We also scooped up Ms. J (from dancing on the bar fame) as our third wheel.

It was all very nice wine from Burgundy.

SW got a lot of attention, as did Ms. J. We joined the table of the couple who had invited us to this private event. The woman of the couple is Ms. A (I may have mentioned her before) with whom SW was best friends for several years but there was a fallout in late 2019, which made it difficult for us guys. The girls have (finally) been warming back up to each other since early 2022. Ms. A is a hottie like SW, and Ms. J fits right in with them. So we had the table with the talent.

SW and Ms. A were holding court, and SW was also looking for guys, acting as wingwoman for Ms. J. She went to work in earnest as the dessert was being served. By this point, everyone was sloppy and happy from the many glasses of wine. One of the men at our table got a bit too sloppy and was asked to excuse himself after spilling and breaking two wine glasses. Also his newlywed wife was very unhappy at his giving too much attention to Ms. J.

My buddy (the male partner of Ms. A; let's call him Mr. A) and I also had plans to attend a bachelor party that night, in the same part of town, at 8:30 p.m. The bachelor is one of our regular "guys' night" invitees.

The lunch started at 12:00 and finished at about 3:30. There remained a few bottles of wine that hadn't been completely poured in the servings, so we (I) befriended the manager of the restaurant and took these bottles to a far table and had a bit of an after-party, until 4:30. The restaurant was now setting up for dinner so we had to give up our table, finally. So we took the remaining four bottles into the back of my friend's car, and decided to run to his place for a nap and to rejuvenate in preparation for the bachelor party. SW and Ms. J. were going to take an Uber back home, and Ms. A had a hair appointment.

But SW and Ms. J wanted to tag along with us, to follow the wine trail. So Ms. A cancelled her appointment, and we didn't end up going to rest but continued the wine party at his house. One new guy tagged along and rode with us, in hopes he could get to know Ms. J a bit better. Apparently, he sold his business not long ago and has a lot of money and time and is reinventing himself. He let us know a few times that he has a beautiful new Ferrari back at the restaurant.

Most of us were sitting outside watching the sunset over glasses of wine, but at one point SW and Ms. A were away longer than expected and I looked inside the house and they were laying literally on top of each other, giggling and carrying on like schoolgirls.

SW wanted something more comfortable and borrowed a 70's look pantsuit from Ms. A. She lost her bra along the way. After we opened the next bottle and the next one after, and put on some music, SW took the lead and started encouraging the girls to put on pole dancing music, and to show their pole dancing game. This kept us entertained until it was time to leave, but of course we departed late and ended up at the bachelor party as the last two guys to arrive. Ms. J was fading and basically fell asleep during all of this.

Ms. J wanted to go home but SW wanted to continue dancing with Ms. A, there at her home. So New Guy offered to drive Ms. J home (in his Ferrari), as it is on the way to his home. So the four of us jumped in to Mr. A's car, we dropped New Guy and Ms. J at the restaurant to retrieve the Ferrari, and Mr. A and I proceeded to the bachelor party.

We had some nice tequila (we brought our own tequila because the best available at the see-and-be-seen bar/restaurant was not drinkable to us). We ordered the top shelf tequila at the bar and the big rock to go with it, and when served we poured out the tequila and replaced it with ours. We think this is a reasonable win-win approach.

The bachelor party was much too tame, but we expected it because the bachelor himself is a nice guy, but a dud of a personality. I finally left the group and walked the place, found a table with a group of much-younger women celebrating one of the girls' birthday, and mixed up the groups at least a bit. Mr. A and I were finally able to get out of there just before midnight.

Back to his house.

We arrived and expected the girls to be asleep or similar. But as we came in the door, SW was on her way out with the dog, letting the dog out for a pee. The guys took over that task and SW went back inside. She was now wearing a black number with open back and lots of midriff. Clearly a borrow from Ms. A.

When we did finally enter the house, we heard some unusual noise and grunting from the master bedroom. Not wanting to spoil anything that might be happening, we gingerly tiptoed downstairs into that room and peered around the corner. Nobody. The sound was coming from the bathroom

Again, carefully looking in on them, we were surprised to see that these two hot women were literally wrestling! Ms. A in a pantsuit with tube top, and SW in that black number. And they would not stop. Banging and bouncing around the bathroom, then they spilled into the master bedroom. And laughing the whole time, but serious at the same time. Those two had a lot of pent-up stuff that apparently had to get out.

I mentioned to SW that we needed to consider our dog back home. She then came to reality for a bit, and said that she'd assumed we'd be spending the night. But of course, the dog, so we should get home. She came over and sat by me on a bench in that master bedroom, still happy and sloppy, and asked what I prefer to do (assuming that this was in reference to the dog, going home, etc.).

I took another tack and said I'd prefer to bend her over my lap and give her a spanking. And I did just that, in full view of our friends, lifted up the skirt part of the dress and exposed her ass and gave it some nice smacks. She giggled and gave no resistance for a bit and then, to save face, wriggled away and laughed.

[superb101]

I've been unbelievably busy the past several weeks with work projects, etc. And even more so this past week.

So Friday (yesterday) we took the afternoon off and attended a wine pairing lunch up in the bigger city, about a half hour drive away. It was at a super branded restaurant, celebrity chef, etc. Met up with a bunch of friends for the event. SW got super dolled up for it. Bright electric shiny hot pink slacks, a cute white flowy top, and black stiletto heels and appropriate handbag. We also scooped up Ms. J (from dancing on the bar fame) as our third wheel.

It was all very nice wine from Burgundy.

SW got a lot of attention, as did Ms. J. We joined the table of the couple who had invited us to this private event. The woman of the couple is Ms. A (I may have mentioned her before) with whom SW was best friends for several years but there was a fallout in late 2019, which made it difficult for us guys. The girls have (finally) been warming back up to each other since early 2022. Ms. A is a hottie like SW, and Ms. J fits right in with them. So we had the table with the talent.

SW and Ms. A were holding court, and SW was also looking for guys, acting as wingwoman for Ms. J. She went to work in earnest as the dessert was being served. By this point, everyone was sloppy and happy from the many glasses of wine. One of the men at our table got a bit too sloppy and was asked to excuse himself after spilling and breaking two wine glasses. Also his newlywed wife was very unhappy at his giving too much attention to Ms. J.

My buddy (the male partner of Ms. A; let's call him Mr. A) and I also had plans to attend a bachelor party that night, in the same part of town, at 8:30 p.m. The bachelor is one of our regular "guys' night" invitees.

The lunch started at 12:00 and finished at about 3:30. There remained a few bottles of wine that hadn't been completely poured in the servings, so we (I) befriended the manager of the restaurant and took these bottles to a far table and had a bit of an after-party, until 4:30. The restaurant was now setting up for dinner so we had to give up our table, finally. So we took the remaining four bottles into the back of my friend's car, and decided to run to his place for a nap and to rejuvenate in preparation for the bachelor party. SW and Ms. J. were going to take an Uber back home, and Ms. A had a hair appointment.

But SW and Ms. J wanted to tag along with us, to follow the wine trail. So Ms. A cancelled her appointment, and we didn't end up going to rest but continued the wine party at his house. One new guy tagged along and rode with us, in hopes he could get to know Ms. J a bit better. Apparently, he sold his business not long ago and has a lot of money and time and is reinventing himself. He let us know a few times that he has a beautiful new Ferrari back at the restaurant.

Most of us were sitting outside watching the sunset over glasses of wine, but at one point SW and Ms. A were away longer than expected and I looked inside the house and they were laying literally on top of each other, giggling and carrying on like schoolgirls.

SW wanted something more comfortable and borrowed a 70's look pantsuit from Ms. A. She lost her bra along the way. After we opened the next bottle and the next one after, and put on some music, SW took the lead and started encouraging the girls to put on pole dancing music, and to show their pole dancing game. This kept us entertained until it was time to leave, but of course we departed late and ended up at the bachelor party as the last two guys to arrive. Ms. J was fading and basically fell asleep during all of this.

Ms. J wanted to go home but SW wanted to continue dancing with Ms. A, there at her home. So New Guy offered to drive Ms. J home (in his Ferrari), as it is on the way to his home. So the four of us jumped in to Mr. A's car, we dropped New Guy and Ms. J at the restaurant to retrieve the Ferrari, and Mr. A and I proceeded to the bachelor party.

We had some nice tequila (we brought our own tequila because the best available at the see-and-be-seen bar/restaurant was not drinkable to us). We ordered the top shelf tequila at the bar and the big rock to go with it, and when served we poured out the tequila and replaced it with ours. We think this is a reasonable win-win approach.

The bachelor party was much too tame, but we expected it because the bachelor himself is a nice guy, but a dud of a personality. I finally left the group and walked the place, found a table with a group of much-younger women celebrating one of the girls' birthday, and mixed up the groups at least a bit. Mr. A and I were finally able to get out of there just before midnight.

Back to his house.

We arrived and expected the girls to be asleep or similar. But as we came in the door, SW was on her way out with the dog, letting the dog out for a pee. The guys took over that task and SW went back inside. She was now wearing a black number with open back and lots of midriff. Clearly a borrow from Ms. A.

When we did finally enter the house, we heard some unusual noise and grunting from the master bedroom. Not wanting to spoil anything that might be happening, we gingerly tiptoed downstairs into that room and peered around the corner. Nobody. The sound was coming from the bathroom

Again, carefully looking in on them, we were surprised to see that these two hot women were literally wrestling! Ms. A in a pantsuit with tube top, and SW in that black number. And they would not stop. Banging and bouncing around the bathroom, then they spilled into the master bedroom. And laughing the whole time, but serious at the same time. Those two had a lot of pent-up stuff that apparently had to get out.

I mentioned to SW that we needed to consider our dog back home. She then came to reality for a bit, and said that she'd assumed we'd be spending the night. But of course, the dog, so we should get home. She came over and sat by me on a bench in that master bedroom, still happy and sloppy, and asked what I prefer to do (assuming that this was in reference to the dog, going home, etc.).

I took another tack and said I'd prefer to bend her over my lap and give her a spanking. And I did just that, in full view of our friends, lifted up the skirt part of the dress and exposed her ass and gave it some nice smacks. She giggled and gave no resistance for a bit and then, to save face, wriggled away and laughed.

Perhaps its time to get rid of the dog???

[setv4]

I've been unbelievably busy the past several weeks with work projects, etc. And even more so this past week.

So Friday (yesterday) we took the afternoon off and attended a wine pairing lunch up in the bigger city, about a half hour drive away. It was at a super branded restaurant, celebrity chef, etc. Met up with a bunch of friends for the event. SW got super dolled up for it. Bright electric shiny hot pink slacks, a cute white flowy top, and black stiletto heels and appropriate handbag. We also scooped up Ms. J (from dancing on the bar fame) as our third wheel.

It was all very nice wine from Burgundy.

SW got a lot of attention, as did Ms. J. We joined the table of the couple who had invited us to this private event. The woman of the couple is Ms. A (I may have mentioned her before) with whom SW was best friends for several years but there was a fallout in late 2019, which made it difficult for us guys. The girls have (finally) been warming back up to each other since early 2022. Ms. A is a hottie like SW, and Ms. J fits right in with them. So we had the table with the talent.

SW and Ms. A were holding court, and SW was also looking for guys, acting as wingwoman for Ms. J. She went to work in earnest as the dessert was being served. By this point, everyone was sloppy and happy from the many glasses of wine. One of the men at our table got a bit too sloppy and was asked to excuse himself after spilling and breaking two wine glasses. Also his newlywed wife was very unhappy at his giving too much attention to Ms. J.

My buddy (the male partner of Ms. A; let's call him Mr. A) and I also had plans to attend a bachelor party that night, in the same part of town, at 8:30 p.m. The bachelor is one of our regular "guys' night" invitees.

The lunch started at 12:00 and finished at about 3:30. There remained a few bottles of wine that hadn't been completely poured in the servings, so we (I) befriended the manager of the restaurant and took these bottles to a far table and had a bit of an after-party, until 4:30. The restaurant was now setting up for dinner so we had to give up our table, finally. So we took the remaining four bottles into the back of my friend's car, and decided to run to his place for a nap and to rejuvenate in preparation for the bachelor party. SW and Ms. J. were going to take an Uber back home, and Ms. A had a hair appointment.

But SW and Ms. J wanted to tag along with us, to follow the wine trail. So Ms. A cancelled her appointment, and we didn't end up going to rest but continued the wine party at his house. One new guy tagged along and rode with us, in hopes he could get to know Ms. J a bit better. Apparently, he sold his business not long ago and has a lot of money and time and is reinventing himself. He let us know a few times that he has a beautiful new Ferrari back at the restaurant.

Most of us were sitting outside watching the sunset over glasses of wine, but at one point SW and Ms. A were away longer than expected and I looked inside the house and they were laying literally on top of each other, giggling and carrying on like schoolgirls.

SW wanted something more comfortable and borrowed a 70's look pantsuit from Ms. A. She lost her bra along the way. After we opened the next bottle and the next one after, and put on some music, SW took the lead and started encouraging the girls to put on pole dancing music, and to show their pole dancing game. This kept us entertained until it was time to leave, but of course we departed late and ended up at the bachelor party as the last two guys to arrive. Ms. J was fading and basically fell asleep during all of this.

Ms. J wanted to go home but SW wanted to continue dancing with Ms. A, there at her home. So New Guy offered to drive Ms. J home (in his Ferrari), as it is on the way to his home. So the four of us jumped in to Mr. A's car, we dropped New Guy and Ms. J at the restaurant to retrieve the Ferrari, and Mr. A and I proceeded to the bachelor party.

We had some nice tequila (we brought our own tequila because the best available at the see-and-be-seen bar/restaurant was not drinkable to us). We ordered the top shelf tequila at the bar and the big rock to go with it, and when served we poured out the tequila and replaced it with ours. We think this is a reasonable win-win approach.

The bachelor party was much too tame, but we expected it because the bachelor himself is a nice guy, but a dud of a personality. I finally left the group and walked the place, found a table with a group of much-younger women celebrating one of the girls' birthday, and mixed up the groups at least a bit. Mr. A and I were finally able to get out of there just before midnight.

Back to his house.

We arrived and expected the girls to be asleep or similar. But as we came in the door, SW was on her way out with the dog, letting the dog out for a pee. The guys took over that task and SW went back inside. She was now wearing a black number with open back and lots of midriff. Clearly a borrow from Ms. A.

When we did finally enter the house, we heard some unusual noise and grunting from the master bedroom. Not wanting to spoil anything that might be happening, we gingerly tiptoed downstairs into that room and peered around the corner. Nobody. The sound was coming from the bathroom

Again, carefully looking in on them, we were surprised to see that these two hot women were literally wrestling! Ms. A in a pantsuit with tube top, and SW in that black number. And they would not stop. Banging and bouncing around the bathroom, then they spilled into the master bedroom. And laughing the whole time, but serious at the same time. Those two had a lot of pent-up stuff that apparently had to get out.

I mentioned to SW that we needed to consider our dog back home. She then came to reality for a bit, and said that she'd assumed we'd be spending the night. But of course, the dog, so we should get home. She came over and sat by me on a bench in that master bedroom, still happy and sloppy, and asked what I prefer to do (assuming that this was in reference to the dog, going home, etc.).

I took another tack and said I'd prefer to bend her over my lap and give her a spanking. And I did just that, in full view of our friends, lifted up the skirt part of the dress and exposed her ass and gave it some nice smacks. She giggled and gave no resistance for a bit and then, to save face, wriggled away and laughed.

Perhaps its time to get rid of the dog???

Or have an emergency dog walker on call for times like those, lol

Great narrative of the day's events! Thanks!

Any ' Hot shots' of the Ladies from the weekend of partying? Glad that You All had a Funtime!!

[slenderfish]

Yesterday was a recovery day. SW slept off her hangover and I got up early and did a big bike ride, and sweated it out. We took it easy last night, taking sushi to-go and eating in front of the television.

Ms. J apparently made it home without incident (we were at one point concerned about Mr. Ferrari) and texted in the a.m. that she was really hurting from the wine and carrying on. She said her knee was sore and swollen, but there was no basis for that from our memory. It remains a mystery. Last we heard from her was at around 5:30 p.m., she was out with friends at a dive bar.

I'm presently trying to develop my thoughts for the therapist session this week, to see if I we can get SW to expound on what she was feeling/doing that night (Friday).

I've been getting this impression that SW does have a physical and sexual attraction to certain women, or at least there is something she did not explore or work out when she was younger.

[slenderfish]

Or have an emergency dog walker on call for times like those, lol

Great narrative of the day's events! Thanks!

Any ' Hot shots' of the Ladies from the weekend of partying? Glad that You All had a Funtime!!

I'll look for images. I do have some video.

And SW told me yesterday that a professional photographer who was hired for the event apparently caught a striking image of her shoulder with the many wine glasses lined up on our table for the tastings. Showed it to her and asked her permission to permanently use the image on the restaurant's website. It's a very well known restaurant with an even better known chef/restaurateur. She gave permission.

[mundyman]

I think the size is fine, if she wants to have them replaced she might consider going for something more natural rather than bigger. They are the proper size for her physique. When they are too big they look too slutty, not what you want for her IMO

I would take slutty……in a heartbeat!!!

[mundyman]

I've been unbelievably busy the past several weeks with work projects, etc. And even more so this past week.

So Friday (yesterday) we took the afternoon off and attended a wine pairing lunch up in the bigger city, about a half hour drive away. It was at a super branded restaurant, celebrity chef, etc. Met up with a bunch of friends for the event. SW got super dolled up for it. Bright electric shiny hot pink slacks, a cute white flowy top, and black stiletto heels and appropriate handbag. We also scooped up Ms. J (from dancing on the bar fame) as our third wheel.

It was all very nice wine from Burgundy.

SW got a lot of attention, as did Ms. J. We joined the table of the couple who had invited us to this private event. The woman of the couple is Ms. A (I may have mentioned her before) with whom SW was best friends for several years but there was a fallout in late 2019, which made it difficult for us guys. The girls have (finally) been warming back up to each other since early 2022. Ms. A is a hottie like SW, and Ms. J fits right in with them. So we had the table with the talent.

SW and Ms. A were holding court, and SW was also looking for guys, acting as wingwoman for Ms. J. She went to work in earnest as the dessert was being served. By this point, everyone was sloppy and happy from the many glasses of wine. One of the men at our table got a bit too sloppy and was asked to excuse himself after spilling and breaking two wine glasses. Also his newlywed wife was very unhappy at his giving too much attention to Ms. J.

My buddy (the male partner of Ms. A; let's call him Mr. A) and I also had plans to attend a bachelor party that night, in the same part of town, at 8:30 p.m. The bachelor is one of our regular "guys' night" invitees.

The lunch started at 12:00 and finished at about 3:30. There remained a few bottles of wine that hadn't been completely poured in the servings, so we (I) befriended the manager of the restaurant and took these bottles to a far table and had a bit of an after-party, until 4:30. The restaurant was now setting up for dinner so we had to give up our table, finally. So we took the remaining four bottles into the back of my friend's car, and decided to run to his place for a nap and to rejuvenate in preparation for the bachelor party. SW and Ms. J. were going to take an Uber back home, and Ms. A had a hair appointment.

But SW and Ms. J wanted to tag along with us, to follow the wine trail. So Ms. A cancelled her appointment, and we didn't end up going to rest but continued the wine party at his house. One new guy tagged along and rode with us, in hopes he could get to know Ms. J a bit better. Apparently, he sold his business not long ago and has a lot of money and time and is reinventing himself. He let us know a few times that he has a beautiful new Ferrari back at the restaurant.

Most of us were sitting outside watching the sunset over glasses of wine, but at one point SW and Ms. A were away longer than expected and I looked inside the house and they were laying literally on top of each other, giggling and carrying on like schoolgirls.

SW wanted something more comfortable and borrowed a 70's look pantsuit from Ms. A. She lost her bra along the way. After we opened the next bottle and the next one after, and put on some music, SW took the lead and started encouraging the girls to put on pole dancing music, and to show their pole dancing game. This kept us entertained until it was time to leave, but of course we departed late and ended up at the bachelor party as the last two guys to arrive. Ms. J was fading and basically fell asleep during all of this.

Ms. J wanted to go home but SW wanted to continue dancing with Ms. A, there at her home. So New Guy offered to drive Ms. J home (in his Ferrari), as it is on the way to his home. So the four of us jumped in to Mr. A's car, we dropped New Guy and Ms. J at the restaurant to retrieve the Ferrari, and Mr. A and I proceeded to the bachelor party.

We had some nice tequila (we brought our own tequila because the best available at the see-and-be-seen bar/restaurant was not drinkable to us). We ordered the top shelf tequila at the bar and the big rock to go with it, and when served we poured out the tequila and replaced it with ours. We think this is a reasonable win-win approach.

The bachelor party was much too tame, but we expected it because the bachelor himself is a nice guy, but a dud of a personality. I finally left the group and walked the place, found a table with a group of much-younger women celebrating one of the girls' birthday, and mixed up the groups at least a bit. Mr. A and I were finally able to get out of there just before midnight.

Back to his house.

We arrived and expected the girls to be asleep or similar. But as we came in the door, SW was on her way out with the dog, letting the dog out for a pee. The guys took over that task and SW went back inside. She was now wearing a black number with open back and lots of midriff. Clearly a borrow from Ms. A.

When we did finally enter the house, we heard some unusual noise and grunting from the master bedroom. Not wanting to spoil anything that might be happening, we gingerly tiptoed downstairs into that room and peered around the corner. Nobody. The sound was coming from the bathroom

Again, carefully looking in on them, we were surprised to see that these two hot women were literally wrestling! Ms. A in a pantsuit with tube top, and SW in that black number. And they would not stop. Banging and bouncing around the bathroom, then they spilled into the master bedroom. And laughing the whole time, but serious at the same time. Those two had a lot of pent-up stuff that apparently had to get out.

I mentioned to SW that we needed to consider our dog back home. She then came to reality for a bit, and said that she'd assumed we'd be spending the night. But of course, the dog, so we should get home. She came over and sat by me on a bench in that master bedroom, still happy and sloppy, and asked what I prefer to do (assuming that this was in reference to the dog, going home, etc.).

I took another tack and said I'd prefer to bend her over my lap and give her a spanking. And I did just that, in full view of our friends, lifted up the skirt part of the dress and exposed her ass and gave it some nice smacks. She giggled and gave no resistance for a bit and then, to save face, wriggled away and laughed.

How do you not volunteer to drive home and let the dog out, and then circle back to where SW is? The drive might have been long, but the payoff immense.
Or
Leave the dog, and hire someone to clean the mess the next day. I don’t mean to spend another’s money, but it seems to be a small amount to spend for a possibly mind melting experience.

[afagehi7]

Is it a sexual attraction to women OR the added male attention it garners?

Hopefully both. We'd love to see this picture from the restaurant if you're able to deidentify it

[veub]

A little over 2 years of this journal and she seems pretty far from being a hotwife. She plays along to turn you on but there is a very real chance this is just not her. You seem to convince yourself she has done something besides flirt but she knows it's your fantasy and how much it turns you on. Why would she not just tell you if she had fucked a guy? I find your story fascinating. But I'm not sure are telling the story you think you are telling.

I have a hotwife. And she can't wait to tell me she fucked another guy. Your wife is very sexy and hot. And she only wants you. I'm not sure how many different ways she has to tell you this before you let this fantasy go. Sometimes you need someone else to tell you that you already have it made and appreciate what you have. You got it made my friend. She doesn't want to be a hotwife. Would you have still married her if you knew she would never want to sleep with another man? Of course you would have.

It would be interesting if you dropped it for a long period of time and see if she brings it up on her own. I mean don't mention it ever for like 6 months to a year. Not once. Even if she brings it up I'd say "yeah but it's not you and I love you just the way you are." It has to be left up to her. If she ever really wanted it (she doesn't), she obviously knows she could convince you to try it later.

Just one man's opinion.

Let's remember she has slept with three guys as a hotwife. It's now coming up on two years since the last (Dec 2020).

You don't actually know if she has fucked those guys. She could be telling the truth about B and the stories about M and S may just be stories. Interesting that she said that you were S.