Tag: hotwife

I start by telling them all of the other interesting things I am learning about men. You see all of these commercials on television about drugs that help erectile dysfunction, but you never really think about it. Occasional impotence is one thing, but I really wasn’t aware of the varieties of male sexual dysfunction. Scott had always been reliable for me sexually and I can scarcely remember a time when he was unable to perform. He was in his early forties, so I could hardly imagine guys in their twenties and thirties having so many issues. I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of, it’s just never really talked about.

Julie tells us all that an ex-boyfriend of hers started taking some prescription medication. It had an adverse reaction that caused him to be impotent for weeks. The guy was really upset that he couldn’t get an erection and it made them fight more. She says that it eventually was fine but they broke up for other reasons. She could definitely see how sexual dysfunction would be a big problem in any relationship. Impotence is probably the most talked about problem due to the pharmaceutical industry and it’s wave of commercials. They always gear them towards older people. I had no idea it was so normal

There are many variations of being a hotwife. The rules that are made within any couple’s relationship must be agreed upon completely or it would never work. Some hotwives do not allow their husbands any freedom and other couples may not speak of their outside relationships. The rules may vary but it is essential that they’re agreed upon. Scott and I spent many months discussing what rules we should have in place. The most important factor to us was to be open and honest about every aspect of extra-marital activities. No secrets are permitted.

Since, in our setup, I have been given the most liberties, I had to find ways to keep it exciting for Scott. We talked about what he would enjoy. He has always been a kinky guy. I refer to him as a sado-sensualist. He likes to bind me and use floggers on me as a sadist would, but he is sensual and passionate about it which makes me one very lucky lady. Scott and I decided even before we got into the hotwife lifestyle that we would have to have some sort of activity where I would have to “pay” for my naughty behaviour. It was agreed upon early on that I would have to tell all of the details of my encounters. We decided on what seemed like a fun idea, reclaiming nights.

I start to talk about the uniqueness of each one of my lovers. I am still endlessly fascinated by the fact that meeting strangers can bring so much to your life. The guys I kept as longer term play partners all had some things in common. They could all make me laugh, make me cum, and I found them all to be very sexy. I had good chemistry with them even though their personalities were quite different. I do believe that there is natural chemistry between people. Nobody knows why for sure, but when you click with someone, you just click.

I laugh but love the story that I tell them about how Mark used to smell me all the time. He insisted that connection is mostly about pheromones, unique to each individual. He would smell me and it seemed to make him more attracted to me somehow because of it. He was really tall and would hug me while smelling the top of my head. I don’t think he even realized how often he did it. It was cute actually. There are some scientific studies out there about it. Pheromones are chemicals emitted through the skin that are unique to each individual. Some studies have shown that certain people are drawn to the scent of other people

It seems a bit easier to chat via text, pictures can be sent back and forth. I usually ask for face pictures right away. There are scam artists in the world. I make sure a more recent picture, usually a selfie is taken. I can compare their profile pictures from the app with whatever they send me. It helps to make sure you are chatting with someone who is the same as their profile. I have had guys never respond after I ask for a recent selfie. I figure these guys used fake pictures on their profiles or used pictures of themselves from ten years ago. It’s an extra precaution that I recommend. Most guys send me the requested pictures right away. If they want me to chat or go out with them, I require it.

I chat with a guy a week or so usually to get a feel for their personality, level of interest in me and my level of interest in them. Some men I have chatted with for months and eventually met up with and others I chat with for a day by text and realize that I’m not interested. I try to make sure by the time I give my number to someone, I feel that there is no danger. I don’t give out any personal information. I even use a fake name until I meet someone in person. Safety is the top priority.

Before I started seeing other men, I would sit home at night and watch TV or play on the computer and eat. Since I am going out a few times a week now, I don’t have that bad habit any more. I may have other bad habits but a bag of chips or cookies is no longer what I crave. There is the fact that sexual activity burns calories as well. I like to be on top, so I have built up strength in my legs because that takes some effort. I am often complimented on my legs now because it keeps them toned. Riding on young men is no easy task.

Michelle laughs a bit and asks why riding on my husband doesn’t have the same results. I tell her that it does have the same results but I’m having more frequent sex with younger guys so maybe I try a bit harder. They seem to all have different favorite positions as well, so I work out more problem areas. The ladies laugh. Mark seemed to enjoy me on top, good for the legs, Scott prefers me on my knees which builds arm strength, and Jack would want me in a half dozen positions for an all around workout. They all agree that I do look like I’m in better shape but Michelle insists if I just stayed home and fucked my husband, I would have the same results.

I tell them a few stories about the fun times that I had with Mark . He was only 31 when we met and was pretty much a deadbeat. He worked a low paying job, was an alcoholic who was always broke, he shared an apartment with a friend when he was lucky enough to afford rent and didn’t have to stay at his mother’s house (which had happened). There was something between us though. He was tall and handsome, he made me laugh, and when he looked me in the eyes or kissed me, it just felt amazing. We were passionate about one another, I suppose at dangerous levels.

We would fight more frequently than my husband and I ever did. We would break up and get back together several times. I would get jealous of him with other women even though I was married and seeing other men. He would act like he didn’t get jealous and then get annoyed with me if I didn’t say I loved him too when he would say it to me. We had very little in common. When we were together though and things were good, it was amazing. I felt young and sexy with him. He was proud to have me around and he made me feel special.

I tell them how Scott asked me a few months after I had started seeing Mark if I loved Mark . I denied it but knew that I did. I admit to the ladies that this is one of the few times I had ever lied to Scott. I thought that it would only hurt him and didn’t really see the point. I knew that Scott knew that Mark meant a lot to me, however we labeled it. I did eventually admit it after several more months and a couple more break ups. I knew that my relationship with Mark was hurting Scott, yet I continued. Scott even said to me once, “you know, you weren’t supposed to fall in love with another man.” That one hurt, I tell the gals. I was in too deep though and didn’t want to lose either one. I was in love with two men and that gets complicated.

Michelle was going to tell me that she thought my anklet was cute but had forgotten about it after I sat down. “OK, What’s the story with the anklet?” she asks.The anklet is a symbol for married women who have permission to take lovers. Most often, they are worn on the same ankle as a wedding band, the left ankle, and usually have the letter H and W for hot wife on them. Mine are engraved in, but some have charms as well. It’s not widely known, but to those in the know, it is the easiest way to spot a woman in the lifestyle.

There are fetish parties that you can attend, fetish websites and at those places, it is general knowledge about the symbol of the hotwife. I tell them the story of a time I was traveling for work, and wore it more of as an experiment. I was in a swanky hotel, having a drink after my meetings, and sure enough, I was approached by a rather good looking gentlemen and asked if I knew what a married woman wearing an anklet meant. I pointed to the HW on it and my next few drinks were free. We all laughed. I didn’t end up with him for the night, as I prefer longer term play partners but we had a good conversation and it was nice to know that it was becoming a more known subject of conversation.

I start to tell my friends about how Scott and I started considering the hotwife lifestyle. After all, we had been monogamous for over twenty years. We had always been a kinky couple. We experimented with toys of every variety. We played with bondage toys, cuffs, collars, gags and the like. We played with vibrators, dildos and cock rings. You have to have an adventurous spirit I tell my friends. They all pipe in claiming that they do but is it something that could be explored in their own relationships?

Julie pipes in that she would be interested in the idea. Her steady lover was great but she was often distracted by the idea of what else was out there. She was often pursued by attractive men, but did feel greedy about pursuing those avenues. Her and her lover weren’t even a dedicated couple and she felt guilty. How are women supposed to have the confidence to explore their sexuality?

We all seemed to be having a good time discussing various sluts in history, all of us piping in between drinks when we would think of another example. Julie brought up Catherine the Great.  Everyone knew that it was rumored that she fucked a horse, but there was proof that she was married and had a lover. Perhaps a 1745 type of hotwife. Catherine was married to Peter III for nine years but kept a lover named Sergei on the side.  Sergei sounds like a good lover on the side kind of name. Some say she had more and her husband knew of her affairs, so perhaps she was the first hotwife of history. It is believed that she had 22 lovers all younger and all handsome men for the time. If she wasn’t the first Hotwife, then probably at least the first Cougar.

I let them know that I think the best story I had heard was that of the wife of Emperor Claudius, Messalina.  It was said that her sexual appetite was insatiable.  Her husband knew of her promiscuity and did nothing about it for many years.  They married in 38, not 1938 or 1538, but 38. The third wife of Claudius, who was emperor in Rome right after Caligula, Messalina must have wanted to keep some of the fun alive. I tell the women of my record of having 5 guys in one day, but tell them that it’s nothing.  Messalina is said to have been involved in a contest with a prostitute to see who could bed more men in one night.  Messalina won the bet at the count of 25!