This is the story of dipping my first toe into the hotwifing pool.
I met this man on a swinger’s website. The first thing I noticed was his picture. He was half dressed in a dress shirt and slacks, buttons opened and the slacks unzipped. He had that sexy deep “V” showing. It was an incredibly hot picture. I think about it often.
I read his profile and he was a lover of big tits. I have those! But always being so self conscious, I didn’t contact him right away. Little did I know, I didn’t have anything to worry about. When I finally contacted him, he couldn’t have been more of a gentleman.
He also came clean about being married in a sexless marriage. I didn’t really care, as I was there for the sex and not the emotion. He was so sweet and the chat was hot. We actually talked for over a year (maybe longer, I can’t remember). I got to know him. He was a law professor who had as busy of a schedule as I did. Trying to find a time to meet was responsible for the extended chat time. I’m not complaining though. It made me pine for him. It made me fantasize about going to his office and having me bend over his desk to fuck me.