Friday, 4 January 2013

How we began...

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!


  1. I'm very glad you survived your first play-date with another man and that you found your husband again. it's a scary transition to make, and I look forward to reading more of your adventures.

  2. Would love to hear more details of what you and Bob did that day.

  3. Thanks, but I won't be posting any of the naughty details. Occasionally I get in the mood to do so and I will, but if not- you'll have to use your imagination :)

    There are lots of places on the internet if you prefer not to.

  4. I just found your blog so I figured I would start at the beginning and do some reading to catch up :) Im glad that mark didnt have any trouble with the initial hookup and that things seem to have worked for both of your afterwards.

    When you were describing how it can bring you both together its like your writing the exact things ove thought in my own head. libidos are higher, and you are forced to communicate more, and your own relationship ends up better as a result.

    Ive heard it said that this kind of thing can damage a poor relationship, or tighten a strong one, and I couldn't agree more.

    -Mark (I could put my own URL in the "comment as" box but not my name lol

  5. Hi I am happy that this has worked for you both and that this has improved both your lives and your marriage. I was married for 23 years and my wife wanted to have sex with another man. She was brutal in her demand and I found myself hurt and rejected. I had just had major surgery for cancer and because it looked like I would not survive 70% chance against me I think she felt like I was abandoning her. I think that if she had wanted to go for an open marriage and I had been healthy I would have reluctantly agreed. I was broken hearted hurt and angry.Now I have put this away and moved on. I can see that this has made you stronger and happier good luck and love to you both

  6. My wife and I started by insinuating during sex, to suggesting and talking about it during sex, to introducing other men's names during sex, her messaging me stories about what she "had done", to introducing toys, from the bullet to a conventional vibratory to a BBC dildo. Our sex life is amazing and our communication is the best it's ever been in 13 years.

    Can't wait for the next step!