Her Plan to Dip Toe in Hotwife Water

[slenderfish]

Okay then, I do have a small bit of time to either watch the sports wrap-up or to write this. Choosing this!

I'd made a big change in my life, away from a quite conservative religious lifestyle, and after the ensuing divorce and all my prior social life (all church friends and activities, etc.) and my family concluding I had become a heretic with the concomitant shaming and shunning, I embarked on a bit of an adventure.

I went out with the "floosy" at work. I became more adept at talking to single women. I had my first beer. I moved to the beach. I even changed jobs (with a major pay increase, yay!), because my immediate supervisor was also a part of the same church set. I anticipated the need for the extra money because of the support payments, etc. and it was helpful.

The specific part of this adventure that I mentioned above was that I'd found an item in a "meet singles" paper, and it was from a woman who was essentially looking for some NSA adventure. Seemed about right for me, given where I was at the time, in my life. She was about and hour drive, she listed as very athletic, and "available" for the right man. I ended up making contact and she was, indeed, athletic. Training for the US Olympic team in a longer-distance running event. As we got more familiar with each other, she shared with me that she was married young, to her young sweetheart, but that all the training made her libido much higher than his. And that she was free to play, with his full knowledge.

Ultimately, I did drive to her house and as planned she introduced me to her husband, and he was polite but essentially stayed out of the way. She probably gave me a beer and we sat and talked for awhile, and then she kind of made a look over to her husband and then invited me to the bedroom.

It was certainly unusual for me, but I was deliberately pushing my limits and she was lean and attractive and ready to rock, so I jumped on board, so to speak.

She ended up being on the submissive side and resisted being on top when I tried to roll her to that position, and demurred by subtly letting me know that she is open to many things. I took that as a green light (even a request?) to ask her to turn over so I could take her tight little ass from behind. She gladly obliged.

As I was getting into a bit of a rhythm, I sensed a presence behind me and, sure enough, the husband was watching with his eyes wide open, almost incredulous, and he actually asked her out loud "is he in your ass"? She confirmed it with a "yes" or similar.

We continued for a bit longer, and then I started to get weirded out with thoughts that the husband might want end up touching me or something, and I couldn't get that out of my mind, so I made an effort to finish and thank her and him and then get on my way. He seemed a bit flustered.

There was a quick "let's do this again" conversation on my way out, but I never pursued it when she did reach out.

And that was an experience that I put in my "not share with anybody" category, until now. I suppose it's now in the "not share with anybody I know" category.

I never really reflected on it after that, until just now. It was firmly in the "tried it but wasn't really for me" experiences that kind of get lost in the passing of time.

But I did at one point look to see her Olympic hopes. I think she was selected as an alternate for her event. I suppose that counts?

[Angela Plays]

I was inspired by Angela Plays to reflect on an experience of my own, long before I met SW, that was really my first exposure into the hotwife lifestyle. I don't think I've mentioned it here before. The inspiration was my position that I'm not interested in participating with another wife, as the proverbial "bull" but rather I'm the hotwife husband, the "Stag" as some call it.

But my first experience was of a Bull, now that I think back on it. I was such a newbie, just having stumbled onto this couple, that I had no idea what I was doing or what I was supposed to be or become, to that couple.

Shall I tell of the true story, even though this is not about SW?

[Angela Plays]

Love this little nugget! It really drives home to me how much we all differ in what flips our switch, and how important it is to not judge others for their preferences, practices, kinks, etc. We’re all so different, and we all have life experiences that shape us. It really is a journey, and takes time, as well as a few hits & misses to find the sweet spot regarding what works for you individually and your partner.

[rooster444]

Slenderfish - the young woman runner. . . her initials weren't S.F-H. were they? I went to college with her.

[Novaniceguy1122]

I had a similar experience in college almost 30 years ago. I had been talking with a lady via a long defunct website called webpersonals.

We chatted off and on for probably a year. She invited me to come visit her all the way up in the middle of Nebraska (I was in TX). I flew up to meet her. She picked me up at the airport, took me to a hotel and had her way with me and then took me to dinner with her husband. I was ~20 years old at the time.

He was waiting at dinner like a dutiful husband. We had dinner and then they took me back to their home where she proceeded to go back and forth between the guest bed and her marital bed all weekend. For me, there really is no high greater than taking a man’s with with his full knowledge and permission and then filling her and sending her back to her husband.

The husband said I should come back in two weeks because she was “extra horny” just after her period. Of course, I did.

I have been chasing hotwife adventures like that ever since.

[Long Lurker 34]

Okay then, I do have a small bit of time to either watch the sports wrap-up or to write this. Choosing this!

I'd made a big change in my life, away from a quite conservative religious lifestyle, and after the ensuing divorce and all my prior social life (all church friends and activities, etc.) and my family concluding I had become a heretic with the concomitant shaming and shunning, I embarked on a bit of an adventure.

I went out with the "floosy" at work. I became more adept at talking to single women. I had my first beer. I moved to the beach. I even changed jobs (with a major pay increase, yay!), because my immediate supervisor was also a part of the same church set. I anticipated the need for the extra money because of the support payments, etc. and it was helpful.

The specific part of this adventure that I mentioned above was that I'd found an item in a "meet singles" paper, and it was from a woman who was essentially looking for some NSA adventure. Seemed about right for me, given where I was at the time, in my life. She was about and hour drive, she listed as very athletic, and "available" for the right man. I ended up making contact and she was, indeed, athletic. Training for the US Olympic team in a longer-distance running event. As we got more familiar with each other, she shared with me that she was married young, to her young sweetheart, but that all the training made her libido much higher than his. And that she was free to play, with his full knowledge.

Ultimately, I did drive to her house and as planned she introduced me to her husband, and he was polite but essentially stayed out of the way. She probably gave me a beer and we sat and talked for awhile, and then she kind of made a look over to her husband and then invited me to the bedroom.

It was certainly unusual for me, but I was deliberately pushing my limits and she was lean and attractive and ready to rock, so I jumped on board, so to speak.

She ended up being on the submissive side and resisted being on top when I tried to roll her to that position, and demurred by subtly letting me know that she is open to many things. I took that as a green light (even a request?) to ask her to turn over so I could take her tight little ass from behind. She gladly obliged.

As I was getting into a bit of a rhythm, I sensed a presence behind me and, sure enough, the husband was watching with his eyes wide open, almost incredulous, and he actually asked her out loud "is he in your ass"? She confirmed it with a "yes" or similar.

We continued for a bit longer, and then I started to get weirded out with thoughts that the husband might want end up touching me or something, and I couldn't get that out of my mind, so I made an effort to finish and thank her and him and then get on my way. He seemed a bit flustered.

There was a quick "let's do this again" conversation on my way out, but I never pursued it when she did reach out.

And that was an experience that I put in my "not share with anybody" category, until now. I suppose it's now in the "not share with anybody I know" category.

I never really reflected on it after that, until just now. It was firmly in the "tried it but wasn't really for me" experiences that kind of get lost in the passing of time.

But I did at one point look to see her Olympic hopes. I think she was selected as an alternate for her event. I suppose that counts?

SF
- Do you think if you had had more experience with the LS at the time that you may have pursued this situation more? Not many of us get a chance at an Olympic athlete, even an alternate.

[slenderfish]

I had a similar experience in college almost 30 years ago. I had been talking with a lady via a long defunct website called webpersonals.

Good for you! I suppose it's situational and it was just a lot for me to take in all at once.

This reminds me that the journey we take in figuring out what really drives our desires, is not necessarily a "snap" but (especially in my case) more of a self-discovery tour. That being said, this also reminds me that when we keep this desire secret from our significant other, and then finally get the courage to share it, the significant other has not had the time and reflection, etc. over the years like we have. So we have to remember they can't be expected to just immediately embrace it all. We have to be patient and allow them the opportunity to catch up, as it were.

[slenderfish]

SF
- Do you think if you had had more experience with the LS at the time that you may have pursued this situation more? Not many of us get a chance at an Olympic athlete, even an alternate.

Yes, I do believe I would have, if I'd been farther along in my self-discovery journey. Back then.

At the same time, all these years later here I am and not really drawn by any opportunities (real or imagined) to take the role of a Bull.

I mean, I do go out with my guy friends (single ones as well) and am the wing man. I am pretty adept at getting the attention of a woman/women in an upscale bar/restaurant or similar setting (for my buddies) and I really avoid taking any phone numbers, etc. when I'm not able to transfer her interest to the friend, because then I have to dodge the follow-up text messages, etc. I have no interest in pursuing any of these.

[Long Lurker 34]

I had a similar experience in college almost 30 years ago. I had been talking with a lady via a long defunct website called webpersonals.

Good for you! I suppose it's situational and it was just a lot for me to take in all at once.

This reminds me that the journey we take in figuring out what really drives our desires, is not necessarily a "snap" but (especially in my case) more of a self-discovery tour. That being said, this also reminds me that when we keep this desire secret from our significant other, and then finally get the courage to share it, the significant other has not had the time and reflection, etc. over the years like we have. So we have to remember they can't be expected to just immediately embrace it all. We have to be patient and allow them the opportunity to catch up, as it were.

SF
- A super important point that is certainly not thought about nor brought to the fore on most threads. Additionally as a couples life situation progresses within the LS, one or the other can have a major change through reflection and have the want of a course change out of the LS too.

[slenderfish]

SW update.

This past Saturday, I took on a project (at SW's strong request) in our back yard. It was a 5-hour effort, in my estimation, on top of the Home Depot run I'd made early Friday morning (before work) for the supplies and tools. She had a girls' lunch planned, so I was able to get started in earnest around 1:30 p.m. One of the other husbands drove them.

She was gone all afternoon, and I figured (as in the past) that the girls probably started late, and then moved to an after-party location. I was wondering if she had a ride home or if I'd be pressed into service as the driver.

It started getting dark and I was about a half hour from completing. This project was one where once you start, you have to finish or some of the materials will go bad and you have to buy additional if you end up having to finish another day. I was racing against the inevitable phone call. I must add that I do like this kind of race against the clock, it's really motivating for me.

And it came at around 6 p.m. It was SW's happy fun voice, influence by red wine. She asked if I would come join her, have a cocktail, etc. I told her I was finishing the project, all dirtied up, and would have to decline her lovely invitation. Back to the project.

15 min passed, and the phone again. I have a unique ring for SW so I picked up, and she was inviting me again to join, saying I'd really like it if I came out. I said I'd love to join, but it will be at least an hour because I have to finish the project, then clean up, etc. She pressed and I said I will rush it all and see her in 45 min, if she is willing to hang there.

She called again about 30 min later, and I told her I was just out of the shower, on track to arrive in 15 min. And that's what I did.

it was a local private social club. One of the girls is a member. But SW was alone there, with a group of guys, holding court. Apparently the last of the girls had gone home, with SW assuring her/therm that I was on my way. The club doesn't actively exclude people, but one cannot order drinks or food without a Member because it's non-cash and must be charged to the Member's account. This is their relaxed way of enforcing the "members only" rule.

I got a cocktail (charged to our friend's account) and watched from the bar as SW continued to cast her magic spell on the guys. She noticed me after a short time and waved me over. She introduced me to two of the three men and I was polite and we made small talk. There was a football game on the screen above. The second guy seemed tall. Turns out he is a well=known athlete and stands 6'7".

You may remember SW is generally into tall guys.

But she was fawning over the first guy. Touching his hand, petting his arm, while talking, giggling, smiling, beaming. Telling him how cute he is.

I began to wonder if she was putting on a hotwife show for me.

She asked me if I'd eaten and I had not. She then suggested we go across the street to a fancy steak restaurant, and invited the guy to join us. He looked at me and back at her, and said he wanted to watch the end of the game. SW really pushed him to join us. I said I still need to finish my drink and there was only a few minutes remaining in the game, why don't we just reconsider after the game is over?

The guys' (including me) attention locked to the game, SW started acting bored and uncomfortable. She lost her patience and it was clear she'd been out too long, and she changed her expression and leaned over to me and said she has to go home now. I tried to encourage her to wait it out, just 30 seconds left on the game, and that I had to eat in any case. But she said no, let's go.

I thanked the gentlemen for entertaining and looking after SW, and we were on our way.

I helped her to the car and once home in the garage, helped her upstairs into the bedroom, and she took a nap. I ate some leftovers. A couple hours later, she said she was hungry so we made a late dinner and I ate again, with her.

[StandingO1984]

Sounds like Pinky was feeling it. Not saying you missed a chance; to the contrary, her being edged and denied may have been the best way to trigger her resolve to stop the teasing and really make it happen next time. It should be fun for both of you to pillow talk about the "what ifs?" about that night.

[Novaniceguy1122]

For sure we all have our own places, paces and journeys of self discovery. I love your story and appreciate you letting me interject my experience into the flow. Appreciate all you share.

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Good for you! I suppose it's situational and it was just a lot for me to take in all at once.
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[coastalkid]

SW update.

This past Saturday, I took on a project (at SW's strong request) in our back yard. It was a 5-hour effort, in my estimation, on top of the Home Depot run I'd made early Friday morning (before work) for the supplies and tools. She had a girls' lunch planned, so I was able to get started in earnest around 1:30 p.m. One of the other husbands drove them.

She was gone all afternoon, and I figured (as in the past) that the girls probably started late, and then moved to an after-party location. I was wondering if she had a ride home or if I'd be pressed into service as the driver.

It started getting dark and I was about a half hour from completing. This project was one where once you start, you have to finish or some of the materials will go bad and you have to buy additional if you end up having to finish another day. I was racing against the inevitable phone call. I must add that I do like this kind of race against the clock, it's really motivating for me.

And it came at around 6 p.m. It was SW's happy fun voice, influence by red wine. She asked if I would come join her, have a cocktail, etc. I told her I was finishing the project, all dirtied up, and would have to decline her lovely invitation. Back to the project.

15 min passed, and the phone again. I have a unique ring for SW so I picked up, and she was inviting me again to join, saying I'd really like it if I came out. I said I'd love to join, but it will be at least an hour because I have to finish the project, then clean up, etc. She pressed and I said I will rush it all and see her in 45 min, if she is willing to hang there.

She called again about 30 min later, and I told her I was just out of the shower, on track to arrive in 15 min. And that's what I did.

it was a local private social club. One of the girls is a member. But SW was alone there, with a group of guys, holding court. Apparently the last of the girls had gone home, with SW assuring her/therm that I was on my way. The club doesn't actively exclude people, but one cannot order drinks or food without a Member because it's non-cash and must be charged to the Member's account. This is their relaxed way of enforcing the "members only" rule.

I got a cocktail (charged to our friend's account) and watched from the bar as SW continued to cast her magic spell on the guys. She noticed me after a short time and waved me over. She introduced me to two of the three men and I was polite and we made small talk. There was a football game on the screen above. The second guy seemed tall. Turns out he is a well=known athlete and stands 6'7".

You may remember SW is generally into tall guys.

But she was fawning over the first guy. Touching his hand, petting his arm, while talking, giggling, smiling, beaming. Telling him how cute he is.

I began to wonder if she was putting on a hotwife show for me.

She asked me if I'd eaten and I had not. She then suggested we go across the street to a fancy steak restaurant, and invited the guy to join us. He looked at me and back at her, and said he wanted to watch the end of the game. SW really pushed him to join us. I said I still need to finish my drink and there was only a few minutes remaining in the game, why don't we just reconsider after the game is over?

The guys' (including me) attention locked to the game, SW started acting bored and uncomfortable. She lost her patience and it was clear she'd been out too long, and she changed her expression and leaned over to me and said she has to go home now. I tried to encourage her to wait it out, just 30 seconds left on the game, and that I had to eat in any case. But she said no, let's go.

I thanked the gentlemen for entertaining and looking after SW, and we were on our way.

I helped her to the car and once home in the garage, helped her upstairs into the bedroom, and she took a nap. I ate some leftovers. A couple hours later, she said she was hungry so we made a late dinner and I ate again, with her.

It would appear that SW didn't get the attention she wanted and got frustrated. It had to be tough to acknowledge that sports was/is a greater attraction than she was. Did her disappointment carry over into the days after?

[slenderfish]

It would appear that SW didn't get the attention she wanted and got frustrated. It had to be tough to acknowledge that sports was/is a greater attraction than she was. Did her disappointment carry over into the days after?

In reflecting back, I believe what happened was that whatever she had in her mind when she first called me, had then dragged out for almost another hour before I got there, and she ended up getting a bit impatient and taking in another glass of wine. By the time I arrived, she was pretty much at the end of her rope and maxed out on wine.

The carry to the next day was her sleeping off a bit of a hangover.

I did bring this up in front of the sex-positive therapist, yesterday morning.

[coastalkid]

It would appear that SW didn't get the attention she wanted and got frustrated. It had to be tough to acknowledge that sports was/is a greater attraction than she was. Did her disappointment carry over into the days after?

In reflecting back, I believe what happened was that whatever she had in her mind when she first called me, had then dragged out for almost another hour before I got there, and she ended up getting a bit impatient and taking in another glass of wine. By the time I arrived, she was pretty much at the end of her rope and maxed out on wine.

The carry to the next day was her sleeping off a bit of a hangover.

I did bring this up in front of the sex-positive therapist, yesterday morning.

But you did get the feeling she was "she was putting on a hotwife show for me", right? I'm curious as to what were your personal thoughts at that moment? Obviously you kept them to yourself but you were still processing what you were observing.

[Mr Mrs Cream]

It would appear that SW didn't get the attention she wanted and got frustrated. It had to be tough to acknowledge that sports was/is a greater attraction than she was. Did her disappointment carry over into the days after?

In reflecting back, I believe what happened was that whatever she had in her mind when she first called me, had then dragged out for almost another hour before I got there, and she ended up getting a bit impatient and taking in another glass of wine. By the time I arrived, she was pretty much at the end of her rope and maxed out on wine.

The carry to the next day was her sleeping off a bit of a hangover.

I did bring this up in front of the sex-positive therapist, yesterday morning.

It was a good chance for successful game.
Like in a short movie The Girlfriends Game where the actress lost her patience and went all out.
https://www.nowness.com/playlist/31105/short-films

The scenario which you can play more often.

[afagehi7]

SW update.

This past Saturday, I took on a project (at SW's strong request) in our back yard. It was a 5-hour effort, in my estimation, on top of the Home Depot run I'd made early Friday morning (before work) for the supplies and tools. She had a girls' lunch planned, so I was able to get started in earnest around 1:30 p.m. One of the other husbands drove them.

She was gone all afternoon, and I figured (as in the past) that the girls probably started late, and then moved to an after-party location. I was wondering if she had a ride home or if I'd be pressed into service as the driver.

It started getting dark and I was about a half hour from completing. This project was one where once you start, you have to finish or some of the materials will go bad and you have to buy additional if you end up having to finish another day. I was racing against the inevitable phone call. I must add that I do like this kind of race against the clock, it's really motivating for me.

And it came at around 6 p.m. It was SW's happy fun voice, influence by red wine. She asked if I would come join her, have a cocktail, etc. I told her I was finishing the project, all dirtied up, and would have to decline her lovely invitation. Back to the project.

15 min passed, and the phone again. I have a unique ring for SW so I picked up, and she was inviting me again to join, saying I'd really like it if I came out. I said I'd love to join, but it will be at least an hour because I have to finish the project, then clean up, etc. She pressed and I said I will rush it all and see her in 45 min, if she is willing to hang there.

She called again about 30 min later, and I told her I was just out of the shower, on track to arrive in 15 min. And that's what I did.

it was a local private social club. One of the girls is a member. But SW was alone there, with a group of guys, holding court. Apparently the last of the girls had gone home, with SW assuring her/therm that I was on my way. The club doesn't actively exclude people, but one cannot order drinks or food without a Member because it's non-cash and must be charged to the Member's account. This is their relaxed way of enforcing the "members only" rule.

I got a cocktail (charged to our friend's account) and watched from the bar as SW continued to cast her magic spell on the guys. She noticed me after a short time and waved me over. She introduced me to two of the three men and I was polite and we made small talk. There was a football game on the screen above. The second guy seemed tall. Turns out he is a well=known athlete and stands 6'7".

You may remember SW is generally into tall guys.

But she was fawning over the first guy. Touching his hand, petting his arm, while talking, giggling, smiling, beaming. Telling him how cute he is.

I began to wonder if she was putting on a hotwife show for me.

She asked me if I'd eaten and I had not. She then suggested we go across the street to a fancy steak restaurant, and invited the guy to join us. He looked at me and back at her, and said he wanted to watch the end of the game. SW really pushed him to join us. I said I still need to finish my drink and there was only a few minutes remaining in the game, why don't we just reconsider after the game is over?

The guys' (including me) attention locked to the game, SW started acting bored and uncomfortable. She lost her patience and it was clear she'd been out too long, and she
]It would appear that SW didn't get the attention she wanted and got frustrated. It had to be tough to acknowledge that sports was/is a greater attraction than she was. Did her disappointment carry over into the days after?

That probably started it but you know how it is with drinking sometimes... All good then you accidentally have that 1 too many and its all over. Sounds like this was at least partially the case.

[slenderfish]

It was a good chance for successful game.
Like in a short movie The Girlfriends Game where the actress lost her patience and went all out.
https://www.nowness.com/playlist/31105/short-films

The scenario which you can play more often.

Yes, I wish it had ended like that. I know that one, really like it. Thanks for the reference.

[slenderfish]

That probably started it but you know how it is with drinking sometimes... All good then you accidentally have that 1 too many and its all over. Sounds like this was at least partially the case.

I think this was a good part of the case. The bigger question is her intention at the time, before the big mood change.

[afagehi7]

That probably started it but you know how it is with drinking sometimes... All good then you accidentally have that 1 too many and its all over. Sounds like this was at least partially the case.

I think this was a good part of the case. The bigger question is her intention at the time, before the big mood change.

I think you've been in similar situations before. She's getting close to something and the alcohol kicks in .. how to get her to that perfect state and maintain it instead of going over the limit is a challenge because it seems when she is most open she's right on the edge.... Regardless, it must be fun and I certainly enjoy reading of her escapades

I kinda think you were within a thin line of a mfm.... I think she was thinking about it for sure.

Out of curiosity, what if you asked her? Would she fess up? Eg "SW - wow what a night, I thought we were going to end up bringing that guy home...." You are obviously way better talking to women than me, or most of us for that matter, just a thought

[Mr Mrs Cream]

It was a good chance for successful game.
Like in a short movie The Girlfriends Game where the actress lost her patience and went all out.
https://www.nowness.com/playlist/31105/short-films

The scenario which you can play more often.

Yes, I wish it had ended like that. I know that one, really like it. Thanks for the reference.

Maybe next time you can ask SW to get the phone number of a tall guy.

Has SW seen the movie?

In reference to the movie, I wonder how many attempts it takes for her to get it right.
Does she have condoms in her bag for such occasions?
I assume she'll go to a hotel room with the right guy one day.
Not having condoms can be a hindrance.

You described your experience as a bull.
Can you imagine SW agreeing to anal...
Would you let her do it or even ask her to spread her ass?