Longtime lurker, first-time poster. I’ve read so many incredible stories here about wives being seduced by coworkers, trainers, and exes but I never expected my wife to end up in the arms of someone with real power. This isn’t just some gym buddy or college ex. This is a man who could ruin careers with a phone call. And now? He’s taking my wife on dates.
Here’s how it happened. My wife Elena, works in PR. Normally, her job is pretty low-key—press releases, client meetings, the usual. But last month, her firm was asked to help with a high-profile fundraiser for a politician (we’ll call him M). She wasn’t even supposed to go, her boss was handling it but at the last minute, he got sick and asked Elena to fill in. I remember her that night: a fitted black dress, heels, hair done just right. She looked expensive. I joked, "You’re gonna turn heads tonight," and she laughed it off. But part of me wondered… what if she did?
When she got home, she was buzzing. Not just from the champagne, but from him. She said I’ll never believe who kept finding excuses to talk to her grinning. Turns out, M had spent half the evening at her side, ignoring donors to ask about her, where she was from, what she liked to do, even if she was happy in her marriage. She said he was so… intense. Like he was trying to read her mind. I felt that first rush of jealousy but also excitement. This wasn’t just some guy. This was a man who could have anyone. And he wanted her.
Over the next two weeks, Elena started getting emails from his office. At first, they were professional, thank-you notes for the event, requests for PR advice. Then, they got personal."You have a rare combination of intelligence and beauty. Most people only have one." She showed me the message, biting her lip. "Is this… inappropriate?"
I could’ve said yes. I should’ve said yes. But instead, I grinned. "He’s testing the waters. See how you respond." She texted back something playful but noncommittal. "Flattery will get you everywhere, M." His reply? "Let’s find out." That’s when I knew this was real.
A week later, an invitation arrived: a private dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. No staff, no donors—just him.
Elena was nervous. What if someone sees us? What if this is a mistake? I could’ve shut it down. But the thought of her sitting across from him, dressed to kill, while he undressed her with his eyes. I needed it to happen. So I did what any good cuck would do: I helped.
"Wear the red dress," I told her. "The one that hugs your hips. And no bra." She blushed but didn’t say no.I even dropped her off at the restaurant, watching as she walked inside, her heels clicking on the pavement. My wife. His date.
I won’t lie—I expected her home by 11. But midnight came and went. Then 1 AM. My phone stayed silent. When she finally walked in at 2:30, her lipstick was smudged. She said they just talked. I was like just talked. She paused then smirked and said Mostly. Turns out, they had stayed at the restaurant until the staff politely kicked them out. Then, they’d walked to a nearby park, where he kissed her under a streetlamp.
She admitted He’s… different. The way he looks at her, it’s like he’s already planning what he’ll do next. And what was next?
That was two weeks ago. Since then:
- He’s sent a car for her twice (black SUV, tinted windows)
- She’s ‘working late’ more often (but her phone goes dead for hours).
- I found a hotel key card in her purse (she swore it was ‘just in case’).
I should feel jealous. And I do. But more than that? I’m addicted to this.
I don’t know yet. But I do know this:
He’s not the type to share long-term. If this continues, he’ll want more control
The risk of exposure is real.
I’m not sure I can stop it anymore. And honestly? I don’t want to
Has anyone else been in this situation? A hotwife dynamic with someone this powerful? How did you handle it?
Update coming soon. Maybe with pics… if she lets me
