Her Plan to Dip Toe in Hotwife Water

[solstice]

Your wife has an excellent memory for detail when it suits her, and knows how to push your buttons.
The puzzle is, with her performing with Mr S in the manner related by her, why has he dragged his heals on a repeat performance?

[afagehi7]

In the UK, we have restaurants that are the opposite from upscale: We call them greasy spoons, I take it that SW would not be found dead in such an establishment?

We also call them greasy spoons or dives. I doubt we'd see SW or fish in such establishments on the regular.

[solstice]

afagehi7 I was surprised that you also had greasy spoons. There is a great deal Britain have to admire about your Country: you did give us access to the Great American song book, blues and Rock & Roll which we in turn gave you your own music back with the Stones and Beatles followed by the British (musical) invasion. I began going to the Cinema in the 1940's and would only watch American films, although that changed in later years then I liked them equally.

[slenderfish]

afagehi7 I was surprised that you also had greasy spoons. There is a great deal Britain have to admire about your Country: you did give us access to the Great American song book, blues and Rock & Roll which we in turn gave you your own music back with the Stones and Beatles followed by the British (musical) invasion. I began going to the Cinema in the 1940's and would only watch American films, although that changed in later years then I liked them equally.

Yes we have some very established dive bars within walking distance of our house, and SW does call them "greasy spoons" in a pejorative way. Yes, she would not be caught dead in there. But I would, and have been to these. They have character and grit, and are lovely in their own ways.

I did a full dive-bar crawl a couple of Wednesdays ago, on boys' night. New places for me. I even got three little colorful plastic mermaids hanging from my vodka/tonic tumblr that night since it was my first visit, who now smile at me from the center console of my car.

[afagehi7]

afagehi7 I was surprised that you also had greasy spoons. There is a great deal Britain have to admire about your Country: you did give us access to the Great American song book, blues and Rock & Roll which we in turn gave you your own music back with the Stones and Beatles followed by the British (musical) invasion. I began going to the Cinema in the 1940's and would only watch American films, although that changed in later years then I liked them equally.

If you like the great American song book, rod Stewart covered many of these and is one of the best collections of covers and he's a Brit! One would think his voice would not sound good in these songs but it works and works well!

[solstice]

Yes I'm familiar and enjoy Rod singing those great classics, My preference is for Ella, Frank and Nat, Jo Stafford, Sammy, Margaret Whiting, Cab Callaway and many others. As I was born in 1934 It was my era.

[solstice]

Can I apologies for those who come here for the filth, Hang in there, normal services I am sure will be returned as soon as possible, Sorry for the hijack, I am also a paid up member of the dirty buggers club.

[slenderfish]

In the UK, we have restaurants that are the opposite from upscale: We call them greasy spoons, I take it that SW would not be found dead in such an establishment?

We also call them greasy spoons or dives. I doubt we'd see SW or fish in such establishments on the regular.

This reminds me of the time I was dating Ms. R, before we stopped dating and I focused solely on the woman who is now known as SW. Ms. R and I were on a road trip weekend away from where we live, about 2 1/2 hours drive, and the place we wanted to visit turned out to be a dud. Not wanting to just turn around and go home, we found another hotel and booked it. On the way to the hotel, it was getting dark, and we saw a honky-tonk bar kind of in the middle of nowhere. Ms. R wears her leather quite well, and I was in casual jeans and boots, so we stopped in to have a look. We were riding in her shiny black porsche carrera.

We got some beers from the tap and surveyed the joint. Very run down, kind of a bikers' bar, but no bikers at this point. There were some locals shooting pool. A nasty looking guy with a just slightly less nasty girl. Ms. R challenged them to a game. They asked about the wager. She looked at me, smiled, and said "the woman of the losing pair gives the guy of the winning pair a blow job." The guy just about had a heart attack and his girl got pissed at him when he accepted the wager. Mind you, Ms. R had no idea if I was any good, and it turns out she is no ace herself.

We played and it was close, but Ms. R did kind of distract the guy toward the end of the game with her descriptions of what she would be doing to him when his team wins. Further distraction because his girl kept getting irritated about how much he obviously wanted the win and the bj.

[CuriousOne36]

Come on you must finish the story.

[R_H_NC]

In the UK, we have restaurants that are the opposite from upscale: We call them greasy spoons, I take it that SW would not be found dead in such an establishment?

We also call them greasy spoons or dives. I doubt we'd see SW or fish in such establishments on the regular.

This reminds me of the time I was dating Ms. R, before we stopped dating and I focused solely on the woman who is now known as SW. Ms. R and I were on a road trip weekend away from where we live, about 2 1/2 hours drive, and the place we wanted to visit turned out to be a dud. Not wanting to just turn around and go home, we found another hotel and booked it. On the way to the hotel, it was getting dark, and we saw a honky-tonk bar kind of in the middle of nowhere. Ms. R wears her leather quite well, and I was in casual jeans and boots, so we stopped in to have a look. We were riding in her shiny black porsche carrera.

We got some beers from the tap and surveyed the joint. Very run down, kind of a bikers' bar, but no bikers at this point. There were some locals shooting pool. A nasty looking guy with a just slightly less nasty girl. Ms. R challenged them to a game. They asked about the wager. She looked at me, smiled, and said "the woman of the losing pair gives the guy of the winning pair a blow job." The guy just about had a heart attack and his girl got pissed at him when he accepted the wager. Mind you, Ms. R had no idea if I was any good, and it turns out she is no ace herself.

We played and it was close, but Ms. R did kind of distract the guy toward the end of the game with her descriptions of what she would be doing to him when his team wins. Further distraction because his girl kept getting irritated about how much he obviously wanted the win and the bj.

That woman enjoys danger, that's for sure.

[bar9716]

In the UK, we have restaurants that are the opposite from upscale: We call them greasy spoons, I take it that SW would not be found dead in such an establishment?

We also call them greasy spoons or dives. I doubt we'd see SW or fish in such establishments on the regular.

This reminds me of the time I was dating Ms. R, before we stopped dating and I focused solely on the woman who is now known as SW. Ms. R and I were on a road trip weekend away from where we live, about 2 1/2 hours drive, and the place we wanted to visit turned out to be a dud. Not wanting to just turn around and go home, we found another hotel and booked it. On the way to the hotel, it was getting dark, and we saw a honky-tonk bar kind of in the middle of nowhere. Ms. R wears her leather quite well, and I was in casual jeans and boots, so we stopped in to have a look. We were riding in her shiny black porsche carrera.

We got some beers from the tap and surveyed the joint. Very run down, kind of a bikers' bar, but no bikers at this point. There were some locals shooting pool. A nasty looking guy with a just slightly less nasty girl. Ms. R challenged them to a game. They asked about the wager. She looked at me, smiled, and said "the woman of the losing pair gives the guy of the winning pair a blow job." The guy just about had a heart attack and his girl got pissed at him when he accepted the wager. Mind you, Ms. R had no idea if I was any good, and it turns out she is no ace herself.

We played and it was close, but Ms. R did kind of distract the guy toward the end of the game with her descriptions of what she would be doing to him when his team wins. Further distraction because his girl kept getting irritated about how much he obviously wanted the win and the bj.

Talk about a cliff hanger!!! How did it end?

[slenderfish]

That woman enjoys danger, that's for sure.

Yes, in my description of Ms. R and her story, I didn't get to some of the other stuff that was provocative and, as you noted, on the dangerous side. This was the primary reason I ended up deciding it wasn't a good fit for the longer term.

I didn't get into the other stuff with Ms. R because this is a hotwife website/forum and the story of Ms. R is essentially off subject.

[slenderfish]

Talk about a cliff hanger!!! How did it end?

The other guy scratched on the 8-ball and they lost. His girl went bananas and started cursing him out and physically attacking him, and the bartender threw them out.

All while we protested that they are reneging on the bet.

We laughed our way out of there and went to our overnight place and had raunchy sex.

[isinlarsa]

That woman enjoys danger, that's for sure.

Yes, in my description of Ms. R and her story, I didn't get to some of the other stuff that was provocative and, as you noted, on the dangerous side. This was the primary reason I ended up deciding it wasn't a good fit for the longer term.

I didn't get into the other stuff with Ms. R because this is a hotwife website/forum and the story of Ms. R is essentially off subject.

Feel free to go off subject.

[anonymister1948]

Talk about a cliff hanger!!! How did it end?

The other guy scratched on the 8-ball and they lost. His girl went bananas and started cursing him out and physically attacking him, and the bartender threw them out.

All while we protested that they are reneging on the bet.

We laughed our way out of there and went to our overnight place and had raunchy sex.

Back when I was still performing live, my booking agent booked me at a bar in Iowa, about 6 hours away. It turned out to be a Lesbian Biker Bar. All the patrons and staff were women and they wore leather chaps and all were big, muscular, and scary looking. I'd say there were about 75 customers when halfway through the gig, a fight broke out. These women could fight. It wasn't the typical hair-pulling, nail-scratching fare I'd seen before but rather fists flying, noses and mouths bleeding, tables and chairs crashing, the works. The police were summoned and within 30 minutes the place was cleared out and we went home early.

[slenderfish]

Back when I was still performing live, my booking agent booked me at a bar in Iowa, about 6 hours away. It turned out to be a Lesbian Biker Bar. All the patrons and staff were women and they wore leather chaps and all were big, muscular, and scary looking. I'd say there were about 75 customers when halfway through the gig, a fight broke out. These women could fight. It wasn't the typical hair-pulling, nail-scratching fare I'd seen before but rather fists flying, noses and mouths bleeding, tables and chairs crashing, the works. The police were summoned and within 30 minutes the place was cleared out and we went home early.

I hope you had raunchy sex after!

[slenderfish]

That woman enjoys danger, that's for sure.

Yes, in my description of Ms. R and her story, I didn't get to some of the other stuff that was provocative and, as you noted, on the dangerous side. This was the primary reason I ended up deciding it wasn't a good fit for the longer term.

I didn't into the other stuff with Ms. R because this is a hotwife website/forum and the story of Ms. R is essentially off subject.

Feel free to go off subject.

The story of Ms. R is over in my thread in the Hotties. It's not quite as off-topic over there, since she is such a hottie. I'm thinking that at some point I'll fill in the balance of it, but over there.

I will note, for the record at this point, that SW and Ms. R did become friends after SW moved here from New York to live with me and to get married. Ms. R even attended our destination wedding out of the country, as a welcome guest.

[slenderfish]

Let's go back to last weekend, Sunday, to continue the hotwife theme. Which SW did supply that day in spades (pun intended)!

After our morning sexcapades, she lounged about and then took the dog for a walk. I transitioned into home improvement mode and continued the drywall project, repairing the walls and ceilings inside the closets, downstairs, where the walls had been opened up in order to add 4x8 posts in the lower level to support all the steel that was brought in (by crane). The drywall contractors did the huge job upstairs (walls and ceiling) and I reserved the downstairs for myself. I probably saved $2k doing it this way. Kind of silly, as SW notes, considering the money fire hose we sprayed all over the upstairs. But I am me, and can't help myself.

I wanted and needed time, and with my (welcome) delay in getting started, I requested we attend the wine tasting event on the later side. It officially went from 1-5 p.m. and I requested we plan to get there a bit after 3 p.m. I mean, how many hours for drinking wine in the afternoon? SW is better at this kind of thing than me, but she also wanted to do the late start given her big wine day on Saturday (the day before).

By the time I showered and was ready, it was 3:30 so we arrived at the event about 3:45. It was going full blast with about 100 people. Our first in-person wine event since February 2020. SW was elated. She loves this shit!

It was outdoors and warm enough while the sun was up. We tasted some wines together, then split up when I wanted some food, and then came back together, etc. Normal process. Ran into a couple of people we know, but otherwise we were anonymous.

About an hour into it, I saw her engaged in deep and flirtations conversation with a man. A very handsome black man. His smile and teeth, and body, made me think of a slightly-less-tall Lebron James, but better looking. He was the ONLY black man in attandance! And SW found him, and engaged with him.

It turns out he was there with his girlfriend, a tall athletic mixed woman, very attractive (sporty) in her own right. SW immediately befriended her.

I had been talking with one of the guys I did know, he is a good friend of my friend, my "Bordeaux friend," and he had accompanied this Bordeaux friend to one of the events in the South of France a few years ago. We run into this guy, and the Bordeaux friend, at these wine events from time to time but usually more in the city and not out in the suburbs where we live. Don't know him well enough to remember his name, but I covered that failure well enough and asked him how it was going for him. I pointed out a few hotties (based on my "type") and asked if he had any interest. He nodded at one young, stylish tall blonde beauty with her two other cute blonde friends and said that he'd tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. I decided to go for the ego boost and, of course, engaged in fun and flirtatious conversation with her until she noted something about "her husband" and that was my cue to mention "my wife just over there" etc. All in good fun.

At that point I was pleased with myself, went over and did a bit of a high five with this friend of the friend, and then worked my way back to SW. The event was closing but SW was not letting her new friends get away. She got their numbers, promised to call the girl, that we should get together, etc. She'd cornered this guy for at least an hour.

It turns out the girl of this Lebron James type guy has been running a spinning (or stationary cycle) studio since late 2019, not far from where we live.

SW made sure we drove over there on Monday to check it out, scope out the parking, etc. Perhaps we will start hanging out with them?

Mr. G now has competition. Serious competition. SW has said over and over recently, that her type seems to be tall, athletic guys. This one fits that requirement and more.

[CuriousUK]

Wonderful progress, SW is certainly on form lately. She’s pushing all of your buttons, and definitely having a lot of fun with it. She’s a dream, enjoy, I’m liking where this could lead.

[slenderfish]

Wonderful progress, SW is certainly on form lately. She’s pushing all of your buttons, and definitely having a lot of fun with it. She’s a dream, enjoy, I’m liking where this could lead.

Smiles all around!

[Mr ablondemilf]

Back when I was still performing live, my booking agent booked me at a bar in Iowa, about 6 hours away. It turned out to be a Lesbian Biker Bar. All the patrons and staff were women and they wore leather chaps and all were big, muscular, and scary looking. I'd say there were about 75 customers when halfway through the gig, a fight broke out. These women could fight. It wasn't the typical hair-pulling, nail-scratching fare I'd seen before but rather fists flying, noses and mouths bleeding, tables and chairs crashing, the works. The police were summoned and within 30 minutes the place was cleared out and we went home early.

I hope you had raunchy sex after!

[superb101]

Do you think she is wanting just him or does she want both of them or is befriending the GF just a way to get to him?

[whenwillshe]

Closing in on 100 pages in this epic.
Lots of tantalizing content.
Thanks for sharing snapshots of the interesting world you live in

[slenderfish]

Do you think she is wanting just him or does she want both of them or is befriending the GF just a way to get to him?

SW is a "girls' girl" so she will automatically befriend the girls more readily than guys. So the GF is now part of the picture. I suppose we will find out the nature of their relationship, etc. as SW pursues it, which will then inform whether SW continues flirtatious energy with the guy, or not.

[slenderfish]

Closing in on 100 pages in this epic.
Lots of tantalizing content.
Thanks for sharing snapshots of the interesting world you live in

Yeah, who would've thought?