Why Should I Not Enjoy His Kink?

When Mark and I decided to allow each other to swing separately, he started calling me a “Hotwife.” At that time I didn’t even know that it was a lifestyle. I thought that he was just teasing me with the fun moniker: “Hot Wife.”

I soon discovered that my husband loves knowing that I’m fucking other guys. I never imagined that there was even such a thing as a Stag Husband who liked his wife to have sex with other men. It’s counter-intuitive to everything I was ever taught about marriage or sexuality.

But, here I am doing it. I never cheat. It’s always on the up and up, with Mark’s full permission. He knows what kind of adventure I’m on and with whom, every lustful step of the way.

Seeing photos of me having sex with male friends with benefits or reading what I write about doing it makes him happy and horny. I don’t know why.

He can’t explain the reason any more than I can figure it out. But I reap the side benefits of getting to fuck other men without any of the guilt. Truth is, I have more guilt about eating a piece of chocolate cake. O! The calories!

I fuck other men because my husband wants me to. But, he loves it and so I do it.

If I were single I would still be having sex, but it would be different. It might be for fun or a possible commitment. But I’ve already got my commitment to being Mark’s Hotwife.

He enjoys it and gets a kind of satisfaction that I appreciate, although I don’t exactly understand it. He has told me that when he reads my descriptions of hotwife dates it’s almost as if he’s in the room watching. He feels the thrill of the entire sexual event.

I always make sure that the guy I’m with is comfortable with my taking photos or videos. Some guys get even more turned on taking pictures of us having sex, knowing that Mark will be viewing them.

I’ve also allowed him to date other women since we’ve been married. It’s only fair that I give him that freedom. But I’m not like him. I don’t want to hear details, and I definitely don’t want to see pictures.

I don’t mind knowing where they went to dinner or which hotel they were at. But I don’t want to know the play-by-play of his date or what she looked like. I’m content knowing that he had a good time and happy that he’s back home with me after a sexy jaunt with another lady.

That’s how Mark and I are different when it comes to the Hotwife lifestyle, and I embrace our differences. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I can’t believe you like to know these details, honey!”

Now that Mark had allowed me to meet another man alone for sex, I actually dared to do it a second time. As before, it was Mark’s idea. He surprised me. After my previous caper, fucking Bryan, I thought he would say, “Never again.”

I was flabbergasted! Mark had found Sammy on the swinger’s website, swinglifestyle.com, and he actually took the trouble to meet Sammy in person before recommending him to me. Here’s what Mark told me after meeting him:

“Sammy’s a nice guy. He understands where I’m coming from in wanting to let my wife fuck other guys. He gets it. He lost his wife to cancer a few years ago, but they were swingers before she got sick. I think Sammy deserves a good time.”

Below is the email that I wrote to Mark later that evening after my lunch date with Sammy:

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Hi Honey;

Thank you so much for allowing me to have time alone with Sammy this afternoon. You’re beyond amazing! He made sure to tell me that he thinks you’re an amazing husband. And, I want you to know that you are, and always will be the love of my life; my number one, best friend, and sweetest husband and lover ever.

I was really nervous on the way to the coffee shop where you had arranged for me to meet Sammy. I knew that he expected more than lunch (frankly, so did I,) so I prepared appropriately. Under my dress, I wore black lace panties and thigh-high stockings — not something you would normally wear for a lunch date. I also had packed a small bag with massage oil, a single candle with matches, and the new three-piece lingerie set that you bought me for the occasion.

When I got to the restaurant, he was waiting for me, and the first thing he said was, “Are you as nervous as I am?”

I told him that I really was. I wasn’t very hungry since I had had a nice breakfast with you, so I just had a slice of apple pie and he had an omelet.

During lunch, I learned more about him. He’s a real talker. No awkward silences at any time. Then, he apologized because he thought he was talking too much. I thought it was cute. I liked him right away.

Lunch was fun but short. He suggested we leave my car at the restaurant, and I ride with him. I’m still too new at this to trust a guy I don’t know that well, so I told him that I’d follow him wherever we were going. He didn’t argue. I followed as he drove straight to the hotel.

He had already picked up the key as if it were the most natural thing to do. That was a smart move on his part. It avoided any possible awkwardness. He probably thought, “If I have to take time to pay for the room and get the key, she might chicken out.”

He waited for me to get out of my car, and then he led me to the room; a standard hotel room. Not seedy, but not luxurious, either. It was the kind of place you’d stay in if you were traveling for business, but but didn’t have an expense account.

I just said, “Nice.”

He kind of shrugged, as if to say, “It’ll serve its purpose.” The purpose, of course, was for him to fuck somebody else’s wife! The difference being, it was with that husband’s blessing.

I lit a candle and found some soft music on the TV. Then we just started kissing. We kissed a lot. You know how I love kissing, and he’s a good kisser! That might have been his favorite part of the encounter… or on second thought, probably not!

He was curious about the new, three-piece lingerie set you got me. I had told him about it during lunch, and I told him that, if he wanted to see it, he would have to remove my clothing for me. It was under my clothing.

He slowly removed my top, kissing me in various places. He kissed my lips, my cheek, neck, and then kissed all the way down between my breasts. Then, he started undoing my jeans. He took less time to get my jeans off. He really liked the lace panties, thigh-highs, and bra that I was wearing, and he told me so.

Soon, he eased me back onto the bed, and we started making out. (Is that an old-fashioned term now? Making out?)

His kisses were passionate, almost hungry. He was all over, kissing and caressing my breasts, my neck, and my lips. This kissing went on for a long time, and I didn’t mind one bit! It was delicious.

Then he started eating my pussy. His technique was very different than yours. While you center your tongue on all my erotic places, he lets his tongue travel and move up and down like a penis. I like your way better, but this was nice, too. He said that he loved how I got wet so quickly.

He really enjoyed licking me, getting his face all wet with my juices, and coming back up to kiss my lips. He wanted me to taste myself on his lips. I didn’t really taste anything, but I let him think I did since it seemed to turn him on so much.

We carried on like this for quite a long time, alternating between his kissing my boobs, my face, my lips. Then, he’d go down and lick my pussy some more. All of it was glorious. To have another man ravish me like this, and not feel any guilt, because you had given me permission, and had even encouraged me!

Then he said that he wanted to fuck me. Yep! He said that. He apologized for his use of the word, but I laughed and told him that it was appropriate for the situation.

He was on his back, so I straddled him. His cock is a bit thinner than yours. You know that I’m not a size queen, and I don’t care about size. I don’t care, but I do notice, at least. We fucked slowly and with a delicious passion. I looked down at his face, with my tits swaying over his eyes. He had a happy smile.

Then, I climbed off of him. I had brought a tube of that watermelon-scented oil from home, and I slathered it onto his cock. I proceeded to give him a blow job. I took my time with that because I could see that he really liked it.

But, neither of us had cum yet. I decided to masturbate in front of him. He had told me that he likes watching a woman masturbate. I laid back, put my hand on my clit, and gave it my all. When I reached orgasm he put his face right up to my pussy to watch me cum! That was a surprise and a turn-on!

He was embarrassed about not cumming for some reason, but I reassured him that I was fine with it. We took a little break and talked about some other sexual experiences and ideas. We kissed some more and pumped up the passion once again. This time he decided to go ahead and masturbate while I watched. I partially watched and kissed him deeply and he hardened. When he got close to cumming, I placed my face near his cock. He finally did cum, and I got just a little on me.

Once he recovered, he actually went back to licking my pussy. That seemed to be his favorite thing. He just saturated his face with my wetness. I came again. I was quite vocal and I laughed at the end, the way I do.

My laughing surprised him and he thought that I was laughing at him. I told him that I always laugh when I orgasm. It is a major release, and I definitely was not laughing at him. I think he was surprised that I came again. Actually so was I.

He really kissed me with my juices all over his face. By this time it didn’t surprise me, and I wasn’t resistant anymore.

We rested again and eventually worked our way to the shower. He was afraid that you would smell him on me. I assured him that you actually like that, and he needn’t worry. Our shower was quick, and except for some hugs and kisses, there wasn’t any more sex. One of my thigh-highs had gotten a hole in it, so I gave it to him as a “parting gift”. If you would like it, I’ll give you the other one. (The one without the hole!)

He hopes to see me again. I’d like to have sex with him again, so I hope that’s okay. It was fun! I suggested that the three of us might have dinner together sometime. We also discussed the possibility of having a threesome in the future, if you would be okay with that. I hope you would be. I’d love to get ravished by two men at once, my darling! Can we do that? Please?

Your Wild, Wicked Wife!

These stories are true. I really lived them. Don’t believe me? I can’t help that. They happened.

As a practicing Hotwife, I write an email to my husband after each and every sexual encounter. I tell him what happened, and I how felt.

This is about the time that, at his suggestion, he watched me on live webcam while I fucked another man. This is the email I sent to him later that night.

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Hi Honey!

I can’t believe you actually watched me on cam with Glen! OMG! You’re an amazing, kinky husband.

When I met Glen at the coffee shop he was calm, but I was a bundle of nerves. After a little small talk, I sprang the news on him that you had declared me a Hotwife.

“If you think it means that I can fuck anyone I want, then yes,” I said.

We stopped in front of his computer desk and kissed some more. Then he turned the web-cam on and connected to your account. That’s when you saw me standing there.

I couldn’t see you because you didn’t have your cam on. But, I saw your typed responses. It was so cute how you wrote in all capitals, “I CAN SEE YOU! YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!” You’re so sweet!

That was when I got the idea to do a strip for both of you. For some reason, I didn’t feel shy. Glen put some music on, and I danced around in front of the cam, as you saw. When I got down to my bra and panties, I know you saw Glen unfasten my bra and let it fall to the floor. When he reached around and cupped my breasts in his hands, I was afraid you’d write, “HEY! CUT THAT OUT!” But instead, you wrote, “THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT!”

That turned me on even more.

I thought it was amazing that you wanted to see all the action! I think he was surprised, too. I told him that I wished you both could be there in person. I was horny enough for a threesome, for sure.

I loved when he got on his knees and licked me. Did you see that part? I’m sure you must have. He’s not quite as skilled with the tongue as you are, but he did okay. I let him eat me to his heart’s content.

I kept expecting you to type, “OK! FUN’S OVER! GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW!”

He tried to move me toward the bed, but I wanted to linger in front of the cam for a bit longer. That’s why I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock for you to see. He was good and hard, and his cock filled my mouth.

He touched me with hunger. He said he hadn’t made love to a woman in a long time. He complimented my blow job skills, and I was glad that he was so willing to allow you to watch me do it.

He came inside me. I hope you’re okay with that. You know I can’t get pregnant. He had such a look of satisfaction when he came. We cuddled for quite a long time afterward. The cuddling may have been boring for you to watch on cam, but it felt good to me. Anyway, you got to see all of the good stuff.

We showered together afterward. The cam didn’t see into the bathroom, but I’ll tell you that he got hard again in the shower. What could I do under the circumstances but give him a blow job? When he came on my face, the shower washed it right off. That was convenient.

I didn’t cum with him at all. But, maybe you can take care of that after you read this! I’ll be ready for you!

Thank you for being so awesome and open!

If you don’t already know (where have you been?) a HOTWIFE is a woman who has permission from her significant other to have sex with other people. In my case, my husband said I could fuck other men. He wanted me to try it. I was hesitant, but it turned out I liked it!

I happily promised hubby that I would tell the truth, never sneak, and always, always, always give him all the juicy details of my encounters. I found that I can do that best by writing about the event as soon after the fact as I can. Sometimes it’s the next day. Sometimes it’s right after I get home from fucking some delightful man, my body still fresh with the scent of sex. I usually send it to him in a personal email.

So this has become the standard routine: After I’ve had sex with another man, I come home; greet hubby at the door, allowing him to smell the sex on me and see the sparkle in my eye. Then, I go straight to my computer to write about what just happened. Over the several years that we’ve been living this Hotwife Lifestyle, he has collected quite a stash of juicy true stories in email.

I have always told him that these words are for his eyes only! But, I have finally decided that it is time to share them with the world! Only the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

NOTE: I was supposed to only have dinner with the guy on this first meeting, but I kind of got carried away.

Here's the Email:

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Hi Honey!

Gawd! I thought I would never get out of the office today! I was supposed to meet Bryan at 6 p.m., as you know. But at 5:30 I was still drowning in paperwork. It was so frustrating. But, I have to admit, I forgot all about work the moment I got to the restaurant.

My face felt flushed and warm. I guess it was the excitement of something new. Thank you so much for allowing me to meet this sexy new guy from the swinger’s site! I still can’t believe you’re okay with it!

I dressed sexier than usual for work, since I had to go straight to the restaurant. I wore a very low cut, sparkly, scoop-necked chemise and short black skirt. My coworkers probably thought I was going for a job interview or something. I couldn’t tell them that I was actually meeting a potential fuck buddy (and with my husband’s permission!)

From his photos on Swing Lifestyle, I knew that Bryan was pretty damned handsome — dark hair, strong chin, and a nice smile. After chatting a little with him on the site, I discovered that he has a quick wit — playful and slightly sarcastic. I liked him immediately, and kind of made up my mind I would fuck him if I got the chance.

It was supposed to be dinner only!

I know my meeting with him was supposed to be dinner only! Sorry! It turned out to be much, much more. I hope you’re not mad!

Bryan recognized me, and stood up as soon as I walked into the place. He was wearing jeans and a pastel oxford shirt. We hugged, and he asked if I was as nervous as he was. I admitted that I was! I felt like I was talking too fast. I couldn’t help it! I hadn’t hemmed and hawed so much in a conversation since my mother caught me shortening my skirt in junior high!

I was very aware of him looking at my cleavage. I had opened my jacket to let the lacy chemise show. I guess it showed more than I realized, as he had a hard time keeping his eyes off my tits.

The waiter brought some long garlic breadsticks, and Bryan put one of them on my plate. Feeling playful and wanting to break the tension, I slowly moved the tip of the breadstick to my mouth, licked the end, and gave him a little grin.

“Oh no, let’s not go there,” he smiled and blushed at the same time.

I liked that he blushed at one little lick of a breadstick, but I didn’t want to push the envelope; at least, not yet. One time my napkin slipped off my lap. As I leaned forward to pick it up, I let him get a glimpse down my chemise to my thin, sheer, half-cup bra, which leaves little to the imagination. When he wasn’t staring at my tits or legs, he was looking into my eyes. He seemed to look right through me, and I felt downright self-conscious!

We talked about a lot of things; our jobs, our children, his ex, and we talked a little about you. He thought it was cool and brave that you let me meet him alone. I told him that this was the first time that you’ve let me go meet a potential playmate without you coming along. He felt honored.

The whole time, I kept imagining myself naked with him, wondering how he would feel on top of me, kissing me, caressing me, and how he would feel inside me.

Finally, it was time to leave. Bryan paid the tab and walked me out to my car. He asked my permission for a kiss, and he gave me a warm, deep sexy one. I knew he’d be a sexy kisser! If there was even the slightest doubt in my mind that we would eventually end up naked together, it was now eradicated.

I don’t know what possessed me. Well, yes I do — LUST! But, I said, “I don’t really want to go home yet. Can we just take a drive in your car with the top down?”

“Which top?” he asked with a chuckle.

I winced at the obvious joke as we walked to his hot sports car. Once in his car, we did a bit of heavy kissing and petting. Then he lowered the car top and we started on our way.

I told my husband nothing was going to happen.

It was surprisingly easy to converse in the convertible with the top down. I liked the way the wind blew in my hair, and the open feeling. He asked if I wanted to see his condo.

I said, “I’d love to. But, I told my husband nothing was going to happen. Just dinner!’

“I’ll be good,” Bryan said.

“Okay,” I laughed. “Me too, then.”

As he pulled into the garage he said, “I have an amazing view that you have to see.”

His place was a real bachelor pad. It was neat and organized, but strictly masculine. The furniture was black with wrought iron frames.

“The best view is out the bedroom window,” he said.

He led me to the bedroom and, in fact it was a nice view. It overlooked a beautiful park, with much of the city behind it. He stood behind me and put his arms around my waist. He then began to kiss my neck and tickle my earlobes.

That got to me. I turned around and told him, “Well, maybe we can be a little bit bad.”

We kissed and caressed for a while before my lust completely took over. At this point, there was no doubt — we were going to be bad! We just fell onto the bed in each other’s arms, all the while continuing to kiss.

“I think we are way, too weak” I laughed.

I let him remove my chemise and bra, and then my skirt and panties. I was naked, and he quickly got the same. We started kissing again, and his fingers were all over me — and inside me. I was wet, and he was hard and ready.

He turned his body around, and we did sixty-nine. His cock was thick and full, with a purple bulbous head. He licked my pussy, which sent chills up my spine. Finally, I swung him around and started giving him a straight-out blow job. He told me that he had fantasized about that for a long time. I would’ve answered, but I couldn’t say much! (Mouth full, ya know!)

I asked him to sit at the edge of the bed as I sucked his cock. At the same time, I fondled my own clit. I told him that I wanted to give him something he could remember me by throughout the summer. He liked that. I spent quite a long time just sucking on his swollen cock. I was really enjoying it.

I asked him to masturbate and cum on my tits. During our Swing Lifestyle chat sessions he had told me he wanted to do that. So, I watched him stroke his cock just inches from my face. I could hear his breathing quicken, and I could even see his cock quiver as his orgasm approached. Just before he came, I put my face near his cock so that some of it splashed onto my lips and chin. Most of it went all over my tits. That’s when I also came in several spasms. It was an incredulous moment.

I must’ve looked like a total porn star to him with cum all over my tits, face, and lips, and breathing heavily from my own orgasm. He sat there looking at me with his cock still hard in his hand.

We held each other in sweet appreciation, even though I was a bit cum-covered. Then, he offered his shower. We took a quick shower together, with small hugs and kisses exchanged. In the shower, it looked like he was getting hard again, but I didn’t want to go for a second round. I knew that you were waiting for me, and that you must have been wondering why my dinner took so long.

He offered me a soft drink, and then drove me back to my car. He seemed like a really nice, sexy friend at this point. I don’t know if we’ll do it again, but it was a mind-blowing experience. We wished each other a nice summer and promised that we’d continue to communicate. I felt warm and quietly alive.

I just wasn’t sure what I was going to tell you when I got home. I couldn’t lie and say that Bryan and I only had dinner. That would have been a lie, and a betrayal of our agreement. I figure if you’ve got a great thing going, like being a Hotwife, why screw it up by lying? But, what was I going to say? I decided to write you this email, and take my chances.

You gave me permission to have dinner with this handsome, sexy guy, and I guess I sort of got carried away. If you want to tell me to go to hell, go ahead! But, I hope you don’t! You are the love of my life!