My name is Michelle, and this is my story. This is therapeutic for me, so I hope none of it rubs anyone who reads it up the wrong way.
A few months ago, my husband, Tim, suggested that I have sex with our next-door neighbour, who's named Aaron. Tim considered it an affable gesture of welcoming him to the neighbourhood, as he was the newest face around. It took little effort for me to weigh up the pros and cons. Either I would do it, or some other wife around would, so on that note, I opted to give it a shot. I have had sex with other men before, back when I used to cheat on Tim. With regards to our next-door-neighbour, however, it was just for fun.
Tim learned about my adulterous nature by accident; however, I found out about his secret urge intentionally when he expressed to me his desire to see me in the arms of another man. That was his manner of suggesting to me about becoming a hotwife.
I had heard that word used around before but never bothered to investigate its meaning. It was the same as when I learnt about the word cuckold. There is so much negativity regarding that word that people often react in abhorrence when they hear it. Fools, is how I regard them. For society at large, it denotes a husband married to a cheating spouse like I once was to Tim. But days after I established a secret relationship with Aaron, I realised the word has a more progressive range than one can imagine.
In my opinion, I consider a 'Hotwife' as usually a married woman (or in some cases, a girlfriend) who upgrades her femininity by exploring all her sexual/erotic options while maintaining her immediate relationship. This involves her having sex with suitable partners that don't necessarily comprise her husband or boyfriend, but also obtaining their consent. I probably never would have driven myself towards Aaron had Tim not conspired for me to make an attempt. But then again, I probably might have if I'd thought to cheat again.
Aaron was a handsome Black man, a former Marine turned land developer, and a widower. I went over with the pretence of presenting him with a baked cake as a welcoming gift. He appreciated the gift and welcomed me into his home. I pulled out all the stops, unleashing all my erotic charms upon him. Though we attempted no action, my effort did pay off that first time, as I got a suitable response for a second date.