Confessions of a Hotwife: Hotwife and Cuckold Stories (The Hotwife Diaries Book 2)

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The hubs and I joke quite a lot to suggest being intimate. We’ll refer to each other’s bodies in fun ways and use double entendres with abandon. This sounds ironic doesn’t it? It was remembering how good it felt that partly motivated me to renovate my libido. My husband lost his job and was home for a long while. I watched him go for one unsuccessful job interview after the other. I watched him depressed and almost giving up hope. I knew of someone who could help him start all over again. That ‘someone’ is actually the father of a former school mate. That ‘someone’ is the person I am sleeping with, aside my husband. He gave my husband an opportunity to work again. My husband only believes he has the job because he is qualified for it. We managed to make everything look formal: as in, how he heard of the vacancy, the formal processes to application, etc. He has no idea about his boss and I. I am in love with both men, Dave. I don’t know how possible that can be, but it’s happening to me right now. And they both love me too.”

Inspiration can come from all kinds of places. This post, however, was completely inspired by Julie Sibert of Intimacy in Marriage. You might want to start there by reading her post on 10 Confessions of a Wife Who Loves Sex. As much as I love physical intimacy with my husband, I struggle with accepting his advances when he has been absent in other ways or just plain irritating. I have to take my own advice then and talk it out or suggest a better time. Rejection is hurtful and injures our relationship, and I want to grow love, not squash it. We are building our own Five (5) bedroom house. My husband does not even know my son is not his child. My boyfriend and I are still putting two and two together until it’s time, and then I will leave my matrimonial home – going radio silent. I am just hoping he dies a natural death or I may have to figure something else out if he starts to prove stubborn. (There are numerous ways to kill a cat). I don’t love my husband, Dave, so I honestly do not have any sympathy left in my being for him or his feeling.” As a child, I heard on countless occasions, how my parents argued and ‘fought’ in the bedroom, because my dad was cheating on my mother. I saw how unhappy Mum always was, and how fast she aged and looked wrinkly even in her late 30s. While she worried daily and felt miserable, dad always looked good, and happy, and unconcerned, and handsome, and young, even as they both aged. There was a time someone mistook my mother for my daddy’s older sister, because according to that person, there was no way my dad could have been married to that ‘old’ lady; meanwhile, in actual sense, my father was about 10 years older than my Mum. Everything was almost perfect at home: we had so much love, trust, respect and peace of mind at home. We had dreams and hopes for our children. I was faithful for the 13 years I’d known him, until late 2017. He was involved in an accident in November, 2016, and has been in a wheelchair since. Doctors have assured us that he will walk again, however, I do not care anymore. I nursed my husband’s wounds, took very good care of him for the whole of 2017, and took upon the responsibility of being the ‘head of the family’.

About loving sex, that is. I’ve always been a redhead, though. (Immaterial to this conversation but thought I’d throw it in anyway). But it contained stuff like whipped cream and hot fudge, so it doesn’t really count. The list, that is. The sex counts. In the past, I think my fear of sex kept me closed off from experiencing and enjoying anything sensual. Now I enjoy the feel of the wind, the beauty of peas growing in the garden, and the sound of rain in the middle of the night. I don’t want to rat her out, but I met a B-list celebrity at a work event and we hit it off. We did it doggie style inside of her hotel room, but according to the papers, she’s still happily married to this day.” — Aaron, 24 I’ve been married for a few months (not even up to a year). I guess I’m cheating on my husband because he didn’t really meet my expectation. Don’t ask me what that means – because I am still figuring it out myself. He’s not enough for me in everything. My present worry is how secure (financially) I am going to be, with him. I don’t know why I married him. I know, it sounds foolish, but that’s the truth, Dave. I still can’t name one reason why I married him. Of course, I love him, but what kind of love it is – I don’t know. The man I am having an affair with, gives me GHs 2, 500, every two weeks. It’s been Seven (7) months now, and he’s still wiring that amount into my account. According to him, I deserve it. I deserve to be pampered. He makes me happy, Dave. Sometimes, I wish I could give him a baby instead.”

To make matters worse – for a couple of months now he is hardly home and stays out late every night due to work. We are hardly having any sex because he is mostly tired and not interested. Again, the way he is constantly protecting his phone, I’m beginning to think there’s more keeping him out and not only work. The thing is, I am not going to sit down and lose my sanity and peace of mind if I find out he is cheating again so I gave in to one of my numerous admirers. Yes, I love my husband, and I do not want to leave him, and I know he loves me too. Tom and Cindy had come over to our house again for dinner and an evening in our hot tub. This time Tom and Cindy brought the dinner - a delicious carryout from our favorite Chinese restaurant. Me and my husband were in charge of the drinks, and we had plenty of strawberry daiquiries which we started serving early. It was about 5 or 6 weeks since Tom and Cindy had last come over and I accidentally and secretly gave Tom a foot job while we were all drunk and in the hot tub. I did not want that to happen again because I was happily married and not at all attracted to Tom. I’m 38 and should have more self-respect and modesty but somehow am excited when I know he is watching me. It’s gotten so bad I announce when I’m going to take a shower at times and am aroused by the fact he is seeing me nude.

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These men find infidelity exciting. They like the secrets. The sneaking around. The sin. They will find stories like this, stories of married women deciding to take a risk and cheat, incredibly sexy. I am in my second marriage. And yes, I am cheating on my husband. I wasn’t always like this: I used to be faithful. I used to be content with only one man. I used to love and trust, from deep within. However, my first husband turned me into something I never knew I could be: A murderer! I killed him, Dave… I poisoned my first husband, and watched him die in our bedroom, painfully. I mixed a deadly, colorless, tasteless, odorless substance with my lotion, smeared it gently on my breast, rubbed it on my vagina, put some on my lips: I coated every part of my body I knew he enjoyed putting his mouth and tongue on, and watched him swallow every bit of his own saliva, mixed with the substance. I hooked up with a teacher at my daughter’s elementary school more than once. It didn’t happen on school property, but she did use a ruler against my ass when we role played.” — Stephen, 37 When we got to our room, I caught my wife pleasuring herself in the shower, which has never happened before. In fact, she’s pretty much given upon sex. I called her out on it and she mentioned that her massage included a happy ending and she had not cum so hard in years. Of course, the closest I got was having my butt cheeks massaged. I felt ripped off and all she said was “maybe next time.”

We met our bull at a hotel, we all sat together chatting and had a glass of wine to take the edge off - we were excited, but nervous. I was sitting on the couch with the bull and my partner was sitting in the chair across from us. Sensing the our reservations, my partner gave the go ahead. This was enough to spur the bull and to lean in to kiss me, which got it all started. Julie at Intimacy in Marriage started this revolutionary trend and I just couldn’t resist. I am blessed to call these ladies friends and incredibly blessed to be a sex positive wife. So here is my two cents, let me know if you want change! My ex showed up at my apartment in tears, crying her eyes out about how her husband cheated on her. She wanted revenge. So she got it with me.” — Shane, 29Me, I’m a player. I know what’s up, and he married a bad girl. You can’t tame a bad girl with a wedding ring or pregnancy, and I know a part of him knows that too. I love the chase. I love the game. I love the sex. Variety is bae. Monogamy is nay! Hubby is a cool guy and all, but ‘cool’ ain’t shit. I’m a ‘HOT’ commodity, so I don’t limit myself to thinking only about my husband and kid. My customers also need my creativity to help solve their marital problems (I know you get the drift?). I think of every ‘call’ as a problem solving opportunity. I am selling more than just a body in a hot dress. I am selling ideas, perspectives, and insight into the mind of a man. I do the needs-based kind of sex: I determine my customer’s needs before I start to propose skills (solutions).

Now to the real problem that I have ignored and continue to let happen. My husband’s sister got killed in an accident 4 years ago and we took in her son Robbie who was 15 at the time now almost 19. I honestly don’t know how long he has been doing it but I know now he has been peeking into the bathroom when I shower. The doorway is covered by a large bed quilt and nailed above the door. Our new bathroom has the shower and tub enclosed in glass sliding door. It only happens when my husband is working the 3 to 11pm shift and only one-time months ago did I ask Robbie if he was peeking in, which he denied. Now I am sure he has been doing it for at least six months but the quilt has been over the bathroom door since last October. I can see when he is moving the quilt out of the way but never let on that I know he is watching me. I wanted to prove it to myself so badly I have placed the video camera under the blanket of my bedroom door aimed at the bathroom 10 times in the last few months. Every woman ought to get to understand a man by letting them speak – at length if necessary. And when it’s your time to show him what time it is, you’d do a better job than those who merely display ignorance (all in the name of ‘duty’, simply because you’re his wife). Dave, I’m far better positioned to sustain a long term journey with my customers in a session. I don’t have to be funny to stay relevant in my business, but it helps to be fun. I am the kind of woman who brightens up a man when I see one, as opposed to the women who brighten up a room when they leave it. You can’t see me and just watch me go; unless I don’t like you.

Wifelovers are turned on by women who are already taken.

It turned out that Tom and Cindy moved away that fall anyway, so I never did see them again. Tom did chat with me by phone a few days after that incident when he called my husband and I answered. Tom apologized but told me he could not stop thinking about it and about how hard I came for him. I told Tom that I'd had too much to drink and couldn't remember anything, and that I was so hung over I really didn't enjoy it. Tom sounded disappointed and said he was sorry and that was too bad. Before I had my son, sex with my husband was very vocal. I’m talking moaning, screaming, shouting, like something out of a dirty movie—but with love. Now that our son is old enough to start asking a lot of awkward questions about all the noise, I’ve had to tone things down. But every so often I have to let myself go. We head to the bathroom—my favorite private place in the house—and turn the faucets on full blast to mask any noises. As it turns out, the feel of warm water running down my hands has become a real turn-on.” —I.R., 43 I try thinking of disrespectful, cold attitudes in men, sometimes, as fun: because a woman can never know exactly what to expect with these ‘dogs’, so I am always ready for ANYTHING, and I take pride in my ability to f**k the hell outta them – as a form of my response when they’re almost getting pissed. You can ask my husband. When it comes to good sex, otse me soa, osore! Me tumi di no saaa, he begs me to stop! Make-up sex is always a fresh beginning in my mind, so I make sure it is indeed, a memorable one. And, that’s how I am with every other man I am seeing.” I want to confess about the second of the three times I did a "soft swing." I'll turn 54 in several days, and I am a happily married, prim and proper, mom of 4, but I can't get the memories of my 3 soft swings out of my mind these days. This happened about 20 years ago during the 10th year of my marriage. I'm also coming up on my 30th wedding anniversary this year. My boyfriend wants me to divorce my husband and marry him. He’s assured me of taking care of my kids’ education – if I can be bold enough to file for a divorce. Dave, but for the sake of my kids and their father, and their idea of family – I am finding it very difficult to walk out on this marriage. Please tell me I am not making a terrible mistake at age 45?”