Shortly after I posted the experience that Kevin and I had with Joy, I received several DMs. Most questions were from men wanting to know which bar we picked up Joy, but two Redditors sent messages offering to serve as “Joy” for our next trip. The first was a knockout 20-something with a killer body (she frequently posts at r/gonewild). Unfortunately, we could never work out anything with her, but that may have been a blessing in disguise.
Nicole was the second one to reach out. Over several weeks of messages and texts, I learned that Nicole was our age, mid-forties. She was from a fairly rural town a few hours from where Kevin and I lived. Nicole told me that she was married but had a hall pass from her husband. She went on to explain that they had married young. Their sex life had ended shortly after the birth of their only child about ten years prior. She became suspicious that he was cheating. He was a prominent preacher at a Southern Baptist megachurch in their hometown. It was worse than she had imagined. She caught him one evening with the choir director, who happened to be a man. She threatened divorce, but that would have destroyed his career if his infidelity had leaked. They agreed that she could have relations outside of their marriage as long as she kept them discrete and out-of-town. The final requirement was to continue in the role of the happy housewife. She agreed, but discovering her husband with another man had wrecked her self-confidence for several years.