I’m a 38 year old wife, mother of three, living in middle-America. A real woman. I could be your neighbor. You’d never know, which is kind of the point. We have no clue what happens behind closed doors, up and down our street. I had a fairly popular (NoFans) Reddit account, where my husband and I shared the hot moments and sexy pics, but when you focus on the lifestyle and kink, you don’t get the full picture.
These are my stories.
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**My Road to Confidence**
I’ve always considered myself pretty average. I never felt like guys looked my way but I have always been petite, large busted, with long blonde hair and dark olive skin. I know with that description how silly it sounds to say I had no confidence, but after a few kids, I didn’t feel desirable. I know this is how many moms feel.
And yes, my husband said I was hot, but all husbands say that to the only readily available pussy in their life, right? I know that’s not exactly true, nor is it remotely fair to husbands, but I can’t help but think that’s one of the tough realities to marriage, and long term monogamy. True or not, the praises and admiration just don’t carry the same weight, if any, from a long-term partner.
When I hit that low point and was spending most days home alone, I pondered conversations with my husband about the hotwife lifestyle. When he was horny, he’d tell me how hot the idea was of sharing me with another guy, of seeing me take a cock larger than his (which on a great day, just touches 5 inches). I was definitely against it, but I was intrigued. I was at least self aware to notice that the men that catch my eye in public were vastly different from my husband. Fueling his fantasies, and open to exploring mine I decided to “research” a little, with the hope that it rejuvenated me and our bedroom life.
I Googled the term “hotwife” and it took me straight to Reddit, which I’d never heard of. It immediately led me down a rabbit hole of smut. I set up a lurker account and just watched as conversations and posts happened in various feeds. There is so much porn on the internet but what made Reddit so intriguing was that for every hot DILF cock or real sexy couple’s fucking, there were multiple posts of real people, sharing their real world wins, losses, and struggles. I quickly realized my husband and I were not unique and that there were plenty of people out there exploring life together. It became a daily visit.
I started to comment on posts, inquiring and genuinely interested. Most of the posts were related to dead bedrooms. I never anticipated that those conversations would turn into the sexual outlet that they ultimately did. I found that I enjoyed conversations with complete strangers about very personal topics. There was no judgment but also no way of them ever knowing who I was. It was a very liberating feeling. People would ask about my current situation, but also my past. I’d tell them. Soon people would share their fantasies, and I found myself sharing mine. I didn’t hide it from my husband and almost like a gateway drug to his ultimate fantasy of sharing me, he encouraged me to continue. He could see that it was giving me a spark. We started discussing the conversations, and hot moments, oftentimes while mutually masturbating, or while he was inside me.
He pushed me to go further. He encouraged me to go from conversations laced in sex, to active sexting, and even exchanging pics. Up to this point, I rarely took selfies and I had never taken a nude photo in my life. My confidence just was not there. “They’ll love you,” he assured me.
I stepped into the sharing waters with validation pics. Neck down and fully clothed, but proving I was a real woman. Quickly, the pictures started going from being very normal to very risque. The boldness of strangers on the internet and the things they asked for was wild. Even more wild, the fact that my body yearned for pleasing them, and I found myself honoring these requests.
The feedback was invigorating. I received very specific and explicits compliments on my body, and often on parts of me I never paid attention to. Men praised what they liked and lusted after it. I was hooked on it. I fed off of that lust (and frankly still do). I longed for the praise and the compliments.
My husband was in heaven. He would read the sexy banter back and forth. The dares and the sneaky sexy pics. He was enjoying this new flirty side of me. His plan was working.
It was a rule in this, he’d have unfettered access to my phone. He’d make me suck his dick while reading my sexts or jerk off beside me while he asked questions about the conversations and how they made me feel. His other rule was a max of 2 weeks talking to a guy and then I had to move on. He didn’t want me or any chatting partners getting attached and there were obviously plenty of guys on Reddit willing to offer their time to me. I got quite good at “breaking up,” with chat partners, and it just became a fun part of the game- “the last sexting fuck.”
It was such a therapeutic process being able to talk openly. It was such a comforting feeling to find like-minded people and to share my experiences with men that were in similar boats in a dead and boring bedroom, all while reviving ours. I think it also started shaping the kind of person I was becoming attracted to. I started craving the pleasure I could give married and neglected men, often older than me. I became their pillar of hope- what their wife could maybe still become. Right or wrong, I didn’t care that they had wives. I loved being their fantasy.
Of course, some rules are made to be broken, and those that aren’t can be hard to keep, which is how I ended up with a secret best friend. But that’s a story for another day.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xpn2kf/f_my_road_to_confidence
Thanks for sharing.