When My Wife is Away [m42/f42][open marriage][hotwife]

It’s hard to explain the vast array of feelings that overcome me when my wife goes on a date. When she is gone, they range from being slightly comfortable with the situation to utter despair.

When she is home, it’s a euphoric rush of love, ecstacy, and a strong sense of subconscious, unyielding connection. It doesn’t go away until she leaves again, and returns the second she walks in the door. Repeat cycle.

When the mood and my schedule suits, I like to watch her get ready for a date. I like to lay in bed and talk to her while she preps herself. Brushing her hair, putting on a sexy bra, cleaning her mouth…just so she can get it dirty. Sometimes I’ll stand at the threshold of the shower and watch her bathe. Watching her shave her lady parts so some other guy can take advantage of her freshly shaved pussy is a weird feeling in and of itself. I get jealous seeing her spend so much time on her body, knowing that she’s about to give it to someone else. She claims she does the same for me, but I don’t believe her.

Open marriage adventures from the male half. [m37/m38][m37/f37][bisexuality][gay][straight]

A couple years before my wife and I opened our marriage, I came out as bisexual to her. She took it well. Didn’t really care. We were monogamous. I spoke freely of my desire for another man and suggested we bring one into our bedroom. Hard pass.

I just couldn’t let it go. To the point where I asked her for a hall pass to experiment with a guy. A one time deal. She agreed.

I jumped on Grindr and started chatting with dudes. I was honest with them, saying I was married to a woman and looking to mess around a bit. Swap oral, maybe a bit more. It didn’t take long to find a handsome guy in the exact same boat as me. He was the same age, married to a woman and looking for some dick.

We met at a local bar with no intentions of getting naked…just to say hi. It went well. We talked about our families, work, had a few laughs and decided we were gunna blow each other. A week later, we met at a motel 6 down the road from my place. I got there first, I cleaned up, stripped down to my boxers and waited for him.

Open marriage adventures from the male half. [M41/F45] [Open marriage sex]

This is kind of a therapy/kink thing for me, and I’m living sort of a secret life. I can’t talk to very many people about this stuff. My wife doesn’t like the gory details, even though we’re in an open marriage.

After my first fling came/went, I was well on my way to my 2nd 3rd 4th woman. My confidence was high after my first one. I was ready to up the bar a little. The 2nd woman I matched with who was willing to meet in person was Nurse Jackie (NJ). She was a married woman who was 45 and living with a high libido and a dead bedroom. She basically said that she got the thumbs up from her husband after she gave him the ultimatum: start putting out, or let me go do my thing, or I’m leaving you. He let her go do her thing.

[M/F] 42 hotwife story, cum kink

My wife is the embodiment of perfection. There’s no way around it. We opened our marriage about a year ago and have some crazy stories. It’s hard at times, its sexy at times. We are madly in love. The following is all true.

I’ve always loved to have sex with her when she gets home from her dates. And she’s willing to play ball. She will sit between my legs and jerk me off while she tells me about the sex she had earlier that night, or on her last date. Sometimes I want all the details, sometimes I don’t even ask. It just depends on how we are feeling about it.

One of my favorite things to do is go down on her when she gets home. Smelling another man on her, tasting her after she’s been fucked, kissing her after she’s blown him…basically the whole reclaim thing is something I’m really into. I love the thought of her fucking 2 guys in the same day, me being one of them. It’s very sexy.

I’m the male half of an open marriage and I’d like to tell some true stories. PART 2.

This is kind of a therapy/kink thing for me, and I’m living sort of a secret life. I can’t talk to very many people about this stuff. My wife doesn’t like the gory details, even though we’re in an open marriage.

Names are changed to protect the slutty…

My first story was about meeting Kendra. This story is about my 2nd encounter with her. They were all kind of a blur, and took place within a couple months. I’d reach out to her every few weeks and we’d hook up. We both seemed to be in a good place and were into it.

She is a great woman, and we we could bounce stories and conversation off each other with ease. But at the end of the day, for me, it was all about the sex. She didn’t seem to have an issue with our arrangement, so we got together and mostly just fucked.

First post here. I’m the male half of an open marriage and I’d like to tell some true stories.

This is kind of a therapy/kink thing for me, and I’m living sort of a secret life. I can’t talk to very many people about this stuff. My wife doesn’t like the gory details, even though we’re in an open marriage.

I’ll just start with my first encounter. Y’all can ask me anything after you read. I’m an open book. If I get a good response, I’ll write more. This stuff is true. So, I’m not going to sugar coat anything for drama. Names are changed, bla bla bla.

Every time I’ve gone out on a date outside of with my wife is VERY nerve racking. The first was probably the worst. I met this woman on Feeld. A dating app for non-monogamous people. Her name is Darla. We hit it off right away. Same age, both married, seemed to have a fair amount in common. She sent me a few naked pics and she was pretty enough. No smoke show, but that didn’t matter. My goal was to fuck someone who wasn’t my wife and she checked a lot of boxes.