If you’ve already read the beginning of the story about how I became a hotwife, I want to tell you now about the moment when I accepted the first meeting with another man. As I revealed to you here, it all started with a fantasy of my husband, long before we got married. The vehement refusal on my part lasted several years. Although there have been attempts to bring the fantasy back into question, my husband has shown a great deal of patience.
But shortly after we got married, I began to look at his proposal with different eyes. Looking back, I can’t tell you exactly whether the security of the new status of “my husband’s lady” was to blame, or I just got used to the idea of a another man in my bed.
The minimum condition to become a hotwife is to be the wife of a man very much in love with you.
That I love Alex – I know for a long time, that he loves me – I know from the beginning, but being married has brought us long-term stability. We are not used to project irresponsible erotic entertainment, because we care about the couple’s evolution, its development. We are attentive to the other’s needs and we manage to satisfy them, but within our own comfort.
Drop by drop
This is Alex’s technique with which he has often been successful. The tactful approach, both in moments of excitement and in everyday moments (at coffee or in the car) contributed to the “implantation” of the idea in my mind. Drop by drop. We recently saw the movie Inception again and we had fun together when we realized that this is how I became a hotwife.
Lots of chemistry. From the first moment.
I started this series of confessions, assuming that I will share with you details behind our story. I’m a beautiful woman. And very much loved by my husband. He knows me so well that I am impressed by his attention to detail when making the selection of men he would like to share me with.
And his first (real) proposal was successful. The man he introduced me to, the one with whom we experienced this lifestyle for the first time, was to my taste. There was chemistry between us from the first moment. Half an hour after I met, I spread my legs for him, right in front of my husband who admired us fascinated from a corner of the room. Beyond the tense moments, I liked to find myself in the arms of another man. While Alex confused me with his happiness.
Challenge: what are the steps from wife to hotwife?
In the end, I ask you to express your opinion: what do you think is the motivation of a wife to become a hotwife?
I can’t wait to read your answer in the comments.
In the meantime, I’m starting to write new confessions.
(This passage is part of a series of confessions.)