Her Plan to Dip Toe in Hotwife Water

[anonymister1948]

The only thing worse than standing by and watching someone beat a horse to death is standing by and watching that person continue to beat the horse after it's dead.
IMHO this horse is dead.

Point well taken.

[Mark K]

Something is up. He has not been online this week yet. Must be closing on a big deal!

[solstice]

this horse is dead.

Not a resurrectionist in any form, but this horse may yet show a clean set of heels!

[afagehi7]

Hopefully things didn't go sideways.

[couple20uk]

Let's first hope every one is okay.

But my take, for what it is worth, is Fish will be back as it not his style to just stop posting.

My guess he either not had time to post or he is taking a short break.

[Parsifal]

OMG. The last several posts are hilarious. She owns all of you

[slenderfish]

Something is up. He has not been online this week yet. Must be closing on a big deal!

Yes. Exactly. Pulled an all-nighter last night and am stealing a few minutes for a nap.

I'll be back soon enough, for better or worse!

[slenderfish]

Oh, just for the fun of it, I'll note that last night SW called over to me that Mr. G sent her a text to start their training session earlier today. She literally said "Mr. G (insert name) has requested to do me a half hour early tomorrow."

I said she should absolutely accommodate him by letting him do her early and well.

She is at least having fun with it all.

[solstice]

Slenderfish writes: I said she should absolutely accommodate him by letting him do her early and well.

It's a pity she does not have a gym membership attendance booklet, that Mr G could stamp: "performed as requested".

[solstice]

SL writes: all-nighter last night
This definitely needs clarification, was the all-nighter at work, or did you take old one eye to the optometrist?

[slenderfish]

SL writes: all-nighter last night
This definitely needs clarification, was the all-nighter at work, or did you take old one eye to the optometrist?

Okay, I had a short nap this afternoon and put out a fire that came up with my business deal. It's one of my start-ups that has blossomed in recent years. Has some accumulated funds from a transaction that became free for distribution to the shareholders not long ago. It's time to make the distribution; SW is a shareholder because I gifted her all my shares in this one when we got married. So she has also been pestering me to get the Board of Directors to pursue a payout. The Company is based in Europe so it's on Central European Time. I used to do a lot of all-nighters when getting this company going, but it's been quite some time since then.

Nothing is easy; there are two of us who constitute the executive leadership and we are both in the U.S. I get to do all the heavy lifting. The employees, outside lawyers and Big-four accounting firm are all based over there. In normal times I would probably have traveled over there for this.

In any case, it's funny you should mention the "old one-eye" because I've found over the years that a good way to find sleep is to crank one out but it's especially difficult with lack of sleep.

But today I used the inspiration of SW being with Mr. G at his training facility, thinking of him stretching her and spotting her in the weight lifting, etc. so was able to work it out, so to speak.

She dd return with an unusual skip in her step and actually singing to our dog, not expecting I'd be napping in the bed. I kept asleep as much as I could, to see if she would do anything that indicated anything unusual. Nothing; she jumped in the showed and did not hide or otherwise put away her workout clothes, etc. Super normal, or cool as ice. But she's not cool as ice as a person, so I'll continue to conclude she is hiding nothing.

[slenderfish]

Heading now to boys' night and a St. Patrick's day party at my friend's house. I may be tired but I will certainly participate in the festivities!

I'll also update later on this past Saturday's St Patrick's Day party, SW was on fire. We reveled until 4:30 a.m. and got home and to sleep at 5:30 a.m.

[Freemans892]

Just don’t forget to give us an update on your St Patrick’s Day adventures. I enjoy your stories from your parties and boys nights out.

[slenderfish]

St Patrick's party was fun. SW got a real slow start, I mean she usually does run late when getting all dolled up, but this time she was not feeling well and I was actually expecting her to cancel. She was acting the same way she did when she cancelled herself out of the going-away party for Ms. M. But she pulled it together and we drove away from our house about 90 minutes later than we'd planned.

I've been kind of dodging a point in my writings the last two months, but it's really become a central element lately, so I'll add the color now.

Sidebar about Mr. E:

Last summer when Mr. E was attending our little get-togethers, you may recall that SW and Ms. M did lap dances for the guys. These started on the 4th of July party, which was the party about a month after my birthday party (birthday was the one with the infamous Ms. K and "pantygate"). At that time, there was a conversation from Ms. M about how we should get a dancer pole ("stripper pole") etc. By August, Mr. E and I decided to each pitch in half the cost and Amazon did deliver the requested pole. And the rest went from there.

But at one point in the August party, the first one with the pole, SW started observing that it was deep into summertime and that she grew up in an area with a lot of lakes and water skiing, etc. and that she wished someone in our group had a boat. She said to Mr. E that he lives in an area where there is a substantial body of water, and that he should take the lead and use some of his contacts/horsepower/etc. to organize the next party on a boat. That kind of died without any action. SW was disappointed but of course was just putting it out there in the possibility that something might develop.

Fast forward. When I was on the ski trip with Mr. E several weeks ago in January, he let me know that SW's suggestion had planted a seed and it had grown in his mind, to where he started looking at boats and had decided to acquire one. That he had made an offer on one in late November but it didn't pan out, and that he had another that he was pursuing and needed some of my thinking as to his negotiating strategy.

One thing led to another, and he did acquire a very nice boat (yacht?) a 49-footer that he keeps in a slip at the place referenced above. It's about a 40-minute drive from our house, and 30 minutes from Mr. E's house. Very close to where I grew up. You might say just outside my backyard.

Not much different from the boat captained by Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack, if that visual works. Though that one is a 60-footer.

I assisted him in getting it outfitted for fun, including upgrading the sound system and integrating karaoke. We still haven't figured out how to add a dancing pole, but that merely remains a challenge to be solved.

The boat is a chick magnet. It's the water version of an exotic Italian supercar. Mr. E and I have observed that there is a lot of pent-up energy from the pandemic, just waiting to be released.

So all our recent debauchery has been taking place on his boat, and when he takes it over to the dock at the boat club where he is a member.

Including the party (when SW was out of town) that included my making conversation with Ms. C and her invitation to a ski trip, which of course I tossed over to Mr. E to pursue (or not).

Including the St. Patrick's day party. Back to our story.

We were supposed to arrive at the boat slip at 3:30 as part of the early group, and then at 4:00 depart to go across the water to the yacht club. But we were quite late and I figured it was an opportunity to let SW (and me) suffer for our tardiness. Of course, when we arrived at the boat slip at 4:45 they were long gone. So we had to either give up and go home, or figure out a way to join the party. I figured we should park our car by the boat slip, because the boat would be returning there at some point at the end of the evening.

SW said she had low energy and that we should plan to make an early return home. I didn't fight her on that request. Because a) I knew that the boat will return when its captain decides, and b) I know SW and once she gets into the proper mood, all bets are off.

We did try to join the group at the yacht club, but ultimately it was across and it would take too long. The party yacht was essentially at the yacht club picking up the other guests, then off for a cruise.

Mr. E was ultimately the good friend I know he is to me, so much so that once the party was underway, he diverted the whole group (about 30 souls) across and carefully slid the boat along side a public dock close to where we were waiting, and we hopped on board without incident.

And off we went! Once we boarded, there was a huge outpouring of energy, thank God that SW made it aboard and the party can really get going. He had a live musician playing guitar and singing via the sound system, and everyone was over-dressed in green. Food, libations, music, pretty people, all crusing at no-wake-speed for a few hours. Additional microphones so people could sing along to their requested songs.

After a few glasses of wine, SW was no longer feeling ill. We did dock back where all the people had boarded, at the yacht club, and continued the party there for a couple of hours, as the musician packed up and left, and then people drifted away and headed home.

By 1:15 a.m., we released the lines and took the skeleton crew (about seven of us) across to the boat slip and I handled the lines, securing the boat. At that time I noted it was only 45 minutes from Daylight Savings Time. Mr. E took my lead and said that we all have to stay up, kind of like New Year's Eve, and embrace the time change and the promise that the additional sun will provide for fun on the boat. We broke out the karaoke mixer, Ms. W pulled together a charcuterie board, more wine, and we were off to the songs with SW doing her pole dance moves (sans pole)! At 4:30 a.m. we came up for air and Mr. E and Ms. W escorted everyone else off the boat.

I'll interject here that Ms. W is a blonde beauty, a workout girl, and we previously established she wears the exact size and has the same measurements as SW. Ms. W was the beauty queen that night.

The asked us to stay over in the captain's cabin, that they would give that to us and sleep in the other stateroom. Not sure if there was any intention or hint of extracurricular activities, but SW declined and insisted we drive home. That we would stay over with them the next time.

We made it home safely and were asleep by 5:30 a.m.

More on Mr. E and Ms. W, and the boat, within next day or two.

[Nycadmanx]

Glad you made it home safely given the amount of alcohol consumed...

[slenderfish]

Glad you made it home safely given the amount of alcohol consumed...

Good point. I always switch to water at least two hours before we might be driving. It's a practice proven over the years. SW can let it all out and not worry. And I'm more coherent and am able to get a return on my water investment as follows:

5) Safe driving

4) Nobody falling over their feet, getting injured (I hold her steady)

3) Fewer forgotten items

2) Photo and video opportunities

and the number one reason (drumroll):

1) Full sex without any alcohol-induced performance issues and full memories (for me)!

[slenderfish]

SW out of the blue has been bringing up Mr. B. She did on Friday and then again yesterday. Asked me if I'd been in touch with him or heard from him.

Funny, it came just after I'd stumbled back onto the video clip of her shaking her ass for him on the pole, and when he took her hand and led her to our master bedroom. I'd viewed these two clips and said to myself that if I were presented these clips by another friend, it would be so obvious to me what transpired.

Not wanting to revisit this, but the above came unprompted by me and the coincidence was a bit startling.

[superb101]

Did you ask why she brought him up? What was the context?

[BallSpanking]

Is it odd that she would ask you?
Who knew Mr B first? You or SW?

[afagehi7]

SW out of the blue has been bringing up Mr. B. She did on Friday and then again yesterday. Asked me if I'd been in touch with him or heard from him.

Funny, it came just after I'd stumbled back onto the video clip of her shaking her ass for him on the pole, and when he took her hand and led her to our master bedroom. I'd viewed these two clips and said to myself that if I were presented these clips by another friend, it would be so obvious to me what transpired.

Not wanting to revisit this, but the above came unprompted by me and the coincidence was a bit startling.

I think you can just lay low and see what transpires. No sense revisiting the past. Just observe her questions and behavior and maybe you'll get some clarity. I'd say that they certainly did something more than they've fessed up to but she has no reason to hide it. Also, as a friend and business associate I think he'd come clean about what happened. Giving them the benefit of the doubt for these reasons. If something happened and he didn't come clean them he's not the kind of company I would want in my circle. I had finally started to believe but then her behavior towards him was that of a lover soured.

No sense in reopening the cold case files unless substantial new evidence comes to light. Certainly keep the videos. I still don't understand why you don't see him go downstairs but see him emerge from downstairs. How is that possible? Could there be a window or backdoor?

SW's secrecy leaves much questions unanswered. She has every incentive to tell you.

[slenderfish]

Did you ask why she brought him up? What was the context?

I did ask and she said "I'm just wondering" and wouldn't otherwise say.

She asked on Friday night and I'd told her no, and then she asked again on Saturday afternoon. I noted to her at the time that she knows I was fully occupied in the time that had elapsed between Friday night and Saturday afternoon, and that there was not practical way I would have spoken with him, as she should know, and why was she asking?

[slenderfish]

Is it odd that she would ask you?
Who knew Mr B first? You or SW?

She knew him first. Actually, I knew his wife first, so when we became friends with him, she took the lead and I stayed out of it. We knew that Mr. B and his wife were estranged and would be pursuing a divorce, so we kept the separation on purpose.

[BallSpanking]

She asks the same question of you, two days running.
It is either A- On her mind, or, B- She is hinting at something.

[Tryn]

Looking forward to your next installment!

[slenderfish]

So this update is more of the big picture conversation we had over the past few days. It took some time to get SW to step back and join me from a higher-level view.

The Premise.

You'll recall (as I also reminded SW) that over the course of last summer I was very happy that SW was kind of coming out of her shell, with the dancing pole, the small parties, the lap dancing, etc. She was certainly aware of my interest in her establishing a dalliance with another man, but had always demurred. She did acknowledge that her more forward efforts at these parties were in many ways for my benefit.

She established friendships with men, and in particular Mr. B. I'd suggested to her that he might be a good candidate for her first foray but she declined, saying that she sees him kind of as her "gay friend" (but who is not gay). Then the fateful weekend in late August when I was with my son camping, etc. and returned being aware that she had organized a girls' party but also (on the down-low) invited Mr. B and when the last of the girls went home, he stayed and they drank wine, laughed, she danced for him using the pole, she laid in his lap, and at around 1:30 a.m. he took her hand and led her into our master bedroom and the lights went out for the night. I know all this because enough of it was on a security video (the security camera was at her insistence). Apparently she'd forgotten about it or assumed I'd not installed it.

So I took that as an opportunity to challenge her, and our relationship, to take it to a deeper level of trust of ourselves and each other. That she seemed to really glow when in the presence of another man who clearly likes her company, etc. That this glow wasn't present with me, and that I wished it would return.

I also observed at the time that we were in our 11th year of marriage and that it's normal and natural to lose the spark, and that it's really our responsibility to stay aware of ourselves and each other, to navigate the marriage into more rewarding directions (vs. stale directions). Ergo, the challenge to try hotwifing.

The premise was that she was all but cheating with Mr. B (let's leave it at that) and if she wants to cheat and then I get upset and we end up divorced, it's one path. But if she is open to a shared adventure, then it'll be for the both of us. I'll get out of it what I like and presumably, she will get whatever she chases.

The Experience.

Beginning in September (of 2020) she selected a guy from her hometown (two time zones away) and said she did not feel comfortable trying anything any near where we live. Okay, off she (we) went. It took some false starts and misunderstandings, but ultimately she did consummate her hotwifehood on two separate visits, and even got a bit more randy by seducing an old boyfriend during the second visit. The high point (most randy) was the last visit during a week that included the Thanksgiving weekend.

The Barren Period.

There was talk about getting together in January (her Mr. S traveling to our area) but that didn't happen. Also February their mutual birthdays. Again nothing.

By March it was clear there would be no crossing of their paths, sexually. She did a trip back to her home area in early March and did have dinner with Mr. S but he had a new girlfriend and it was agreed they both preferred to end the sexual shenanigans.

Present Date.

So it was an exciting Autumn. Sep Oct Nov travel by her to her hometown to see Mr. S. Sep was intro, Oct was break cherry, and Nov was diving into it.

The winter was cold and barren. Nothing in Dec, Jan, Feb. March did have her trip when they agreed to end.

I was hoping SW would rethink and decide to pursue something closer to home, with a better balance. But she did not.

We had this conversation wherein I observed it seems like we are back where we were last Summer, but without the social life. Maybe more like where we were last Spring. We are kind of going through the motions of being married, and she has kind of turned off her sexy side to everyone, including me. I've been dropping hints about her getting more racy with me but she has not taken them.

During this conversation we went through the timeline much like I laid out above, and at this point she is saying that the hotwife efforts were entirely for me and that she didn't get anything rewarding out of it. That she is disinclined at this point to continue.

Not sure this is her typical self-protection speak, or if it's really her position. Time will tell.

In the meantime, I did make it clear to her, in the most loving way I could muster, that I do desire her female attention and that I'm feeling these days like she's just going through the motions with me. That she is a bit distant with her body and her affections.

I'll also note that she is generally just fine in fun social situations, the center of attention, etc. But she knows that my version of a successful night out is to cap it off with a great roll in the hay. That's not been happening.

She said it's just a phase and it'll likely work itself through.

An ongoing conversation, to be sure.

[I'll interject for those of you who are wondering, it's not a coincidence that I was out last night with a group that included Ms. C (the original Ms. C who was the Playboy model), and that I am going with Mr. E as his wingman on a ski trip next week and we will be hanging out with the new Ms. C and her group of friends). Let's now call the new one Ms. Ci and the original as Ms. Ch. I am self-aware enough to see that I'm kind of passively gathering feminine attention because I'm not getting it from SW. Not a good long-term solution.]

SW asked me last night if I've been having an affair with Ms. Ch. Not an accusation, but kind of teasing it out. So she is also aware. I have not.

In the meantime, it's our 12-year wedding anniversary this week. We'll go out on Saturday night with Mr. E and Ms. W, to a fancy hotel restaurant because SW wants to get super dolled up.