officially a hotwife, I believe
I am now formally a hotwife. A little more than a year ago, I totally put an end to my husband's fantasy. After we had a few drinks, he bought it up a few more times, and I simply couldn't understand why he would want me to be with another man. He is an incredible husband, father, lover, and person. There has never been a problem in our sexual lives. We gradually began engaging in dirty language and roll playing with dildos. I did this for him in the hopes that it would be sufficient. I went on vacation earlier this year without him to visit an old friend. I told her that being a hotwife was her dream, but her husband was adamantly against it. After we had a few drinks and went to a bar that evening, she persuaded me to give it a shot—just a kiss. I selected a guy, kissed him a couple times, and that was all. She recorded everything, and I forwarded it to my husband. He was so ecstatic and joyful that it genuinely seemed like it had rekindled a whole new level of spark between us, just as it had when we first started dating. We had the most passionate, personal sex of our lives after I returned from my vacation. We went to a nightclub a few months later, and he told me to try hooking up with someone. I found a random guy and hooked up with him in front of my husband, who was unaware that he was watching. I put his hand up my dress, and he fingered the dance floor while my husband watched from a distance. We had the most fantastic sex later that night, and it's the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Finding the proper person is all that's needed before we can move forward with me sleeping with someone.