I Sent A Hotwife Email to My Husband

He Wanted All the Juicy Details
I have been officially declared a Hotwife!

Who made this auspicious declaration? Well, the only person who can rightfully declare it — my husband! It was his idea.

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!

And, yes! It was that “good girl/bad girl” thing that made me hesitant. But, by this time we had done enough role play that I had gathered the courage to give it a try.

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.

I give him all the juicy details.

If I suck another guy’s cock, he wants to know. If a guy makes me cum, he wants to know. If the guy cums on my tits, he wants to know. I have to admit, if roles were reversed, I wouldn’t want to hear such details. But, I think that’s just another way that men and women are different.

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.

My first Hotwife Email

What follows is the first Hotwife email that I ever sent to him, which was about ten years ago.

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.

Of course it was!

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 decided to write you this email, and take my chances.

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!