So how did we get from a vanilla couple who enjoyed some racy fantasies to a practicing hotwife couple?
In January 2012, we went on our annual vacation to an all inclusive resort in Mexico. We met a nice couple about ten years older than we are, with similar interests. We spent a lot of time socializing and having fun together as a group.
About halfway through the trip, I started to notice that the husband, Bob (*names always changed to protect the not-so-innocent), was coming onto me. At first, I thought he was simply being friendly. Nearly every day, he would find something about my appearance to compliment, and not just a general “You look nice”, but something like “Those shoes are really great.” It made it clear that he was actually looking at me and not just being polite. Then there would be the casual hand on my arm or shoulder, and the suggestive remarks. I commented about it to my husband but we both kind of ignored it.
I didn’t do anything to slow Bob’s advances, though. It was incredibly flattering to me that this attractive older man was pursuing me so intently. I had never been chased like this before and the thought that he found me sexy and desirable was so appealing. I was having a hard time remembering all the reasons why we were leaving this in the fantasy world. But Bob and I were never alone for more than a minute or two, so nothing happened. One day towards the end of the trip, the four of us went to the beach together and we were having a great day. Our spouses went to get a table for lunch, and Bob and I went to wash our hands. I said to him “I feel so special being here (we were in the VIP area)!” and he smiled, put his arm around my waist, and replied “I always feel special when I’m with you.” I remember the warm rush of pleasure that went through me when he said that and I couldn’t help but smile back.
The four of us went to dinner that night, and I was sitting across from Bob. It was formal night, and I was
wearing a black Marilyn Monroe style dress. I accidentally knocked my butter knife off the table and it
bounced off my dress and fell to the floor. As I was anxiously examining my dress for butter stains, I felt
Bob’s hand on my thigh and when I looked at him, he smiled and said “I don’t see anything but didn’t
want to miss my chance to feel you up.” His hand felt good… I looked over to see what my husband was
doing, and he and Bob’s wife were just chatting away; he hadn’t even noticed our interplay.
That night, it almost felt like things were scripted… Mark wanted to go watch the jazz concert, and since
that isn’t my thing I went to the bar with Bob and his wife. After about fifteen minutes, Bob’s wife
decided to go to bed early since she wasn’t feeling well. He said to her as she left “You know I am going
to flirt with her, right?” and his wife just laughed and said “Have at it!” When she left, the air suddenly
exploded with sexual tension. Bob moved to sit next to me, and he started stroking my fingers. We had
both been drinking enough to loosen up but we weren’t drunk. His strong hands on my fingers felt like
they were running a direct line of current to my pussy; I wanted so badly to fuck him. We tried to make
small talk but it was very clear what both of us were thinking about. He told me that he and his wife had
an open marriage and he has been attracted to me from the very first day. He said he would love to
spend some time with me if my husband and his wife gave permission and asked me if I had done this
before. I told him that I hadn’t, but that it was something we had talked about. I remember telling him
that all I could think about right now was what it would be like to kiss him, and he said “Let’s find out.”
The feeling of his lips on mine was incredible. I couldn’t help but think about them all over my body. He
told me that it wouldn’t go any farther without permission and I really respect him for that, even as I
wanted to just rip his clothes off and get fucked right there in the bar.
Before too long, Mark came back to join us and he had a drink with Bob and I. Finally, I told my husband that I wanted to go to bed, and he knew what I meant. Bob laughed and told Mark that he’d gotten me all warmed up and to enjoy.
On the way back to our room, I told him that Bob and I had kissed. He was very taken aback and didn’t
know how to react. I think having it come from more or less out of left field was hard on him. He was
happy I had told him about it though, rather than keeping it behind his back. He told me that he didn’t
want to have sex after all though because he needed some time to process things. That night I was so
hot and bothered- all I could think about was fucking Bob. It took me hours before I could finally fall
asleep.
In the morning, we were supposed to meet Bob and his wife for brunch when we got up. Mark and I had
a talk in bed where I told him that I really, really wanted to fuck Bob. I know I didn’t handle the situation
very well, and I hurt him. I told him that it was just sex, that I wasn’t interested in Bob personally, and
that I loved Mark very much. But that I really wanted to have sex with Bob! I probably wore him down. After he had a shower he told me to go ahead and do it. I started to feel guilty and he brushed aside all
my feelings and told me that I should do it, as long as it was just sex.
Part of me knew that this was a bad idea because he wasn’t secure with the situation, but I decided to
let my hormones run things. I still regret that I caused Mark the hurt that I did, since we rushed into the
situation a bit. I know he was feeling hurt and rejected and alone, and I clearly did not put our marriage
first this time. In hindsight, it’s difficult to say if I wish I had completely passed up the opportunity to
have sex with Bob because Mark was uncomfortable, because I don’t know if we would be in the lifestyle
now if I had. But I do wish the situation between us had heated up earlier so that Mark and I had more
time to discuss things before it actually happened.
I shaved my pussy and put on a sexy but classy sundress and we went downstairs. After brunch, Mark
said that he was going to go shopping and get a present for his sister, and left me with Bob and his wife.
The hard part was screwing up my courage to tell Bob what I wanted, but I felt awkward talking to him
in front of his wife. We were relaxing at the coffee shop and I asked Bob if he would walk me up to my
room to get a necklace that I’d borrowed from his wife for formal night. When he came with me, I told
him that I’d talked to Mark and had permission to play. He got such an excited look on his face when I
made it clear what I wanted, and he said we would talk to his wife.
When we got back to the coffee shop, he told his wife that Mark was okay with the two of us having
some private time and asked if it was okay with her. She said “Sure, have fun.” He went to go to the
shop to buy some condoms, and there I was awkwardly sitting with the wife of the man I was about to
fuck. She and I had become good friends, but this was a new experience for me! She seemed very
relaxed and at ease, and even told me what he liked in bed. When he got back, I remember very clearly
her telling him “Don’t break her!” and thinking what an odd situation I had found myself in!
I was very nervous, even though Bob had his arm around me to guide me back to their room. I told him
that I really needed a drink to relax and he opened a bottle of champagne that they had in their room. I
remember that I chugged a glass like it was water. He turned around with his back to me and asked me
if I’d unhook the chain he wore around his neck. I stepped closer to him to unlock the clasp, and he
reached back and started stroking my thigh. I sucked in my breath as shivers of desire went through my
body. He undressed himself, and walked over to the bed and patted the space beside him. I went over
to him, and he slid my sundress straps down my shoulders and it puddled on the floor at my feet. I told
him that I hadn’t been with another man in eleven years and he just smiled and told me how beautiful I
am.
We had sex for two hours, and it was mindblowing. I really enjoyed myself, and I know he did, too. After
we were both sated, we just lay back in the bed and cuddled. Bob joked that it would be funny if the
vanillas could see us, snuggled up in bed after great sex talking about our spouses! When we got cleaned
up, we went down to the coffee shop and had a drink, and we were both smiling giddily at each other
like we couldn’t believe what had just happened.
We went looking for our spouses, and I found Mark in the casino watching a basketball game. I could tell
immediately that he’d been drinking. He asked me if I’d done it, and I said yes. Bob said he was going to
go find his wife and they’d catch up with us at dinner, and Mark and I decided to go back to our room.
He told me he wanted some of what Bob had gotten, and we had sex, but I could tell he wasn’t in a good
state emotionally. I tried to be supportive but I could tell he was having trouble dealing with his feelings.
He didn’t want to talk, though, so we didn’t. Mark is a real introvert and he prefers to be by himself
when he has something to think about. We didn’t have a big emotional heart to heart or
anything like that. He told me later we should have cancelled our dinner plans, since it was hard for him
to sit next to the man who’d been fucking his wife all afternoon and act naturally. Mark was very clear that he still loved me very much, and before we went to bed we reconnected with a game of gin rummy in bed, a pastime of ours.
We did survive that night, and the next day it was time to go home. We said our goodbyes and headed
to the airport. It was the first time I was ever glad for a flight stranding us overnight, because Mark and I
needed some time to ourselves before getting home to our daughter and reality. We did a lot of talking about
our feelings that night, and had a lot of very passionate sex. I made it clear to him that the reason I
wanted to have sex with Bob had nothing to do with the way I felt about Mark. I wanted to reassure him
that it was not that he is a bad lover, or wasn’t being attentive to my needs; it was purely that there
was an intense physical attraction there, and I really wanted to take advantage of it. I won’t deny that it
had been a fantasy of mine as well to have an older, more experienced lover, and that certainly played
into my desire for Bob. He felt a lot better when he understood what was going on in my head, and
realized this was adding something to my life, not taking anything away from him or replacing him.
Much to both of our delight, when we returned home, our libidos were both still working overtime and
we continued having an amazing sex life; much better than we’d been having before. We didn’t discuss
the things I had done in bed with Bob, so it wasn’t the typical hotwife situation where the husband is getting off on hearing about the behaviour of his wife. In our case, it was just that we were having a reawakening of
our physical passion, which had been waning over the past two years since we had our daughter. We both
wanted sex all the time; I was (and still am!) wet constantly. He hasn’t explained to me everything he
felt at the time, but I think there was also an element of reclaiming there for him. He wanted to make
sure I was his, and I was happy to show him how much I want him, both emotionally and sexually.
We found that we were communicating better about our thoughts and feelings, and connecting better
on an emotional level. Our marriage got stronger. We both found ourselves behaving in a more loving
and generous manner towards each other. I’m not really sure why, except that it feels like the needs of
both of us were being fulfilled, so we were able to be more giving to each other.
Mark and I have talked about our lifestyle choices on a fairly regular basis since we decided to keep
going; one of the great benefits of this lifestyle is the great communication that is required to keep both
partners happy. It meant a lot to me when he said “This is the second best decision we’ve ever made.”
He has also told me that he feels more secure in our marriage now that I fuck other men, than he did
before. He laughed and told me that it sounds so odd, but it makes perfect sense to me.
Mark told me that he thinks our relationship is truly something special because we’re both pursuing what makes us happy, and doing it while we grow closer together. We’re happier with each other than we ever have been, and I include the “honeymoon” period early in a relationship. We have the comfortable familiarity of a long term relationship, and all the fire and passion of a new love affair. It’s been wonderful.
I'm looking forward to seeing what 2013 will bring!
