I was chatting with someone today and he asked me if I was a hotwife… I said, well I don’t know, it depends what you think a “hotwife” is.
My husband isn’t a cuck, and he does not need to be a cuck for me to be a hotwife. He compares me to a fine sports car… something about curves and fun to drive. Mmmm… and I do love to be driven.
I’m *his* toy, his sports car, but you know how men are, how they want to show off their toys, and sometimes he likes to lend the keys to a friend. His friend has to be someone he can trust, after all I’m a fancy plaything, and he doesn’t want me damaged, but he likes to see how his friend handles me.
You can imagine the scene… a wonderful hotel suite… me sitting on the arm of the big comfy chair my husband is in, his friend across from us… both of them sipping whiskey… and the big bed right there in the room.