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A True Hotwifing Story: The Marathon [FM]

**Disclaimer: All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.*

“I want to see you again”

“You JUST saw me!” I texted back, grinning to myself as I lay in bed, remembering the way Armando had stood there the night of my birthday, hand out, cocky-ass grin set. Damn him. I shifted a little beneath the covers as my panties dampened with the thought.

“Again,” Armando begged.

Ugh. I wanted to see him too. I wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him. A few moments later, I was out the bedroom door and padding across the house to the office space where my husband was working.

“Honey,” I gnawed at my lip and adopted my best flirty, pouty look. “Can I pleeeeease go see my boyfriend this weekend?”

He laughed. I giggled. We marked the calendar. Read more »

A True Hotwifing Story: Vixey and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday [FM]

*Disclaimer: All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.

Don’t let the title fool you. There were some definite ups to my night (wink wink). But I also feel it’s prudent not to sugarcoat things. Fantasy is not reality and as hopefully seen, I’m here to write reality.

The day had already started out bad. It was one bad news and situation after another but I was determined to make the best of my night. Looking forward to my time with Armando.

So let’s start with the hotel. My husband and I had gambled on a new place we had not yet scoped out because the holiday season had swallowed up our preferred sleeping sites. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the best shape. No problem. I could adapt and if Armando wanted something else, he was free to arrange something else.

I think it’s important to note that I had built up a lot of expectation. This may not have been fair but I couldn’t really help it after our time in the truck and his hints at a birthday surprise. I texted him that I arrived early, hoping for a repeat of our prior hotel rendevouz. He couldn’t. He was getting ready for the holiday event. Read more »

Misadventures in Hotwifing: The Bumble-Bust [FM]

Disclaimer: Understand this is just *one* experience. Not all dating app hookups are like this but this was just too funny and I had to share. As always, everything here is true and the names of my stallions (and this guy) are kept discreet.

Don’t wanna be mean but at the same time I gotta be real. Pepe was…very excited, that night. Lets start at the beginning because I’ve been told by a very reliable nun that ”that‘s a very good place to start”.

We match on a certain dating app. We text. He wants to meet IMMEDIATELY. Yay for initiative and ambition and cojones! I figure we could skip the early convo and just see how things jive in person.

“Let’s do it,” I wrote back.

He straight up asks me how far things were likely to go. I straight up tell him it can go as far as I want. Let’s see how chemistry goes, first. So we meet at a quaint, little diner. Pepe is a decently handsome man. Strong lower body thanks to lots of outdoorsy activities. Okay upper body. Things could go well for us. That is until part way through our conversation and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. Literally no warning. Words words words TONGUE. Have you ever seen a viper strike? Hello Pepe’s tongue. Read more »

First Time Hotwife True Story: Afternoon Rendezvous [FM]

Part 3

**Disclaimer: This is a true story of events that just recently happened. Chronicling them to keep the memories fresh and sharing for fun. All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.*

So. When last we left, I had fucked Armando in a performance arts center office and accidentally left my hair clip behind. No big deal but a fun side plot later on and good to remember.

It was a week later. He had texted me everyday and there may or may not have been some fun sexting somewhere in there. It was another event at the club. Another hotel but with a completely new emphasis. No longer was this strictly about having a place to go so I didn’t need to drive the hour back home. I stood in my bathroom, far more aware of my look then before with my loving, wonderful husband leaned against the door frame watching me with a teasing smirk.

“You know I’m probably going to sleep with another man, tonight, right?”

“And you know I love you,” he shot back.

“You’re ok with this?”

“Are you ok that I’m ok?” Read more »

First Time Hotwife True Story: “Performing” Arts [FM]

**Disclaimer: This is a true story of events that just recently happened. Chronicling them to keep the memories fresh and sharing for fun. All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my fuckbuddies*

I sat in the coffee shop, trying to keep my mind on the work in front of me but completely failing as I imagined that moment, again. My back against the wall, his body pressed against mine, his lips, his scent, his hands at my waist. It had been only three days since our kiss but I could hardly think of anything else. My days went by in a haze of surreal remembrance and disbelief: had I really made out with another man? First against the wall and then those sweet little nothings as we danced. And then again outside the club when he had walked me to my car. It had been more intense, then. He had been more bold. Against the door to the car, our tongues together and his hands over my shirt grasping at my breasts and then sliding to my ass to grip and pull me against him. I wanted it. I wanted more.

DING. Read more »