As a ‘hotwife’, I got into this scene thanks in many ways to my partner Sam. I wouldn’t ordinarily use words like ‘slut’ or ‘hussy’ to describe myself but truth be told, in previous, unhappier, relationships I had cheated on my partners without them knowing. In part it was because I was escaping from the repressive and monotonous nature of the situation I found myself in with my ex, but equally perhaps because I enjoyed fun and, yes, sex. It didn’t make me proud but it didn’t make me feel guilty either, it was necessary for my own happiness and with only one life I felt why the hell not. Looking back, I won’t be judged on it either, not by those not in my situation, just as I would never judges others. But with Sam, things were different. He was lovely, fun, charming and attractive. He made me, and in many ways still does make me, happy. I know a good thing when I see it so I wasn’t inclined to stray and although we are now in a cuckold/hotwife relationship, that remains the same. I had no interest in other men, not until that fateful halloween night when our pillow talk veered into the realms of cuckoldry, resulting in a hot, sweaty, erotic night beneath the duvet, and we haven’t looked back.
That night something resurfaced in my mind, something that hadn’t ruminated for a long time, the prospect of random sex with random men. My mind, and my heart raced with the prospect and although Sam was sheepish about the whole thing the next day, I had to bring it up. I had to know if he really wanted it, it would only sit comfortably with me if he did as I didn’t need it in our relationship but the idea was exciting all the same. He did.
Well we did everything right, we took our time and we talked, a lot. We both had lots of arousing fun as we entered the world of cuckolding. We were able to delve into both our deepest fantasises, we played at the house and at clubs and I had by first bbc and even played alone once on a hen do in Portugal. Sam embraced his submissive cravings, embracing chastity and his sissy side. Over the next couple of years we successfully managed our vanilla and kinky lives alongside one another. That was until our desire to move our vanilla along became more prominent and we took a break from our kinky lifestyle to have kids. It was a wonderful time and, although we were not playing, it gave us plenty of time to talk about it.
Perhaps it was a fortuitous time to take a step back and assess where we were, we had experienced enough at that point to understand where our interests lay and what we could both handle. It was evident too that certain aspects of our lives and the sexual dynamic between us had changed because of our cuckold experiences but neither of us were perturbed by this. It wouldn’t be uncommon for Sam to join me in bed at night wearing panties or a nightie. If it wasn’t sexually arousing for me, it was certainly comforting and intimate to let him cuddle into me like this enjoying his warmth and affection. Whereas at the start of our relationship, naturally, we would enjoy giving each other oral pleasure, I have to admit I no longer felt the urge to go down on Sam. The prospect of peeling down his boxers, or panties didn’t excite, especially as I had enjoyed thicker, harder dick. The love was there but the sexual dynamic had evolved or changed. Instead, I enjoyed guiding his head down beneath the sheets, between my legs when I felt the urge, something he never resisted. That was our intimacy. The only caveat being he would ask to wear his nightie, if he wasn’t already, before he would lap hungrily and happily on my cunt until I came over his face. Incidentally it was also typical that I would watch interracial porn as he did this, allowing me to climax in a world of my own, imagining I was in the arms or a strong alpha male, stretching and pounding me, as Sam licked me under the blanket. Equally we would regularly cuddle. There is something warm about being intimate outside of sex, putting my arms around Sam, ‘spooning’ him, feeling his body in a silky nightie, reaching my hand round and gently flicking his small swollen penis inside his knickers and tights, hearing him moan and press back against me in helpless aroused happiness.
But as I say, our time away from the scene allowed us to assess where we were and what we wanted going forward. Not surprising, with an absence of actually meets, Sam was frustrated from a cuckold’s point of view and he enjoyed conversations about what we might be prepared to do and how far we could take things. He seemed increasingly open to suggestions. Indeed, when I suggested I thought that we would ‘take it up a few notches’ he was visibly excited rather than apprehensive though I imagined when the time came he might get hit with the angst. So by taking it up a few notches I had suggested to him that I could start to play alone, he could get the same gratification sitting home, sissified and in chastity as he might in the corner of a room watching me. I suggested I could even meet someone for regular sex and it might or could lead to nights and even weekends away. I was pleasantly surprised to see that as I talked about it in bed one night he couldn’t resist putting his hand inside his panties and masterbating furiously as he lay beside me. More surprising was the fact that when he ejaculated into his panties, he didn’t even challenge any of my suggestions, instead he peeled his messed underwear off and cuddled into me, almost resigned to my ideas.
Now at this point I may add that had he point blank rejected these suggestions then I would have been happy to concede but his excitement spurred me on. I got that the humiliation of being left home alone and the cuckold angst and raw mix of emotions he might feel sitting alone not knowing what was happening would be arousingly intense for him. Equally, the excitement for me would be to play and develop a strong sexual relationship with another man, without having Sam in the corner of my eye, or indeed my mind. I imagined though that when I did think of him, home and aroused thinking of me, leaking from his chastity device with butterflies in the pit of his stomach, it would make everything I was doing more erotic. This could really be fun for both of us, it could really work.
So we find ourselves here, now. We no longer have sex, a mutual decision it has to be said. Sam no longer feels he can satisfy me in the way he knows I need and I am happy to have Sam as a life partner and others as sexual partners. I can’t wait to find out what’s around the corner…