My husband gave me an exquisite ankle chain for my birthday. It was heavy, solid gold and I loved it. Bob put it on my ankle, my right ankle, and he said, "This will really make your legs look even hotter than they already are. I love making my wife look hot!"
"Well, you know I aim to please. It is so pretty and I can't wait to wear it when we go out."
"I think you should wear it all the time when you are out of the house. You know I'm proud of my sexy wife, and I like it when people notice, especially when you make men stop and stare. I really like showing you off."
"Come on, now, I don't parade around trying to tease men. I do like the attention, but I'll try to keep just you looking."
"Me and every other man who isn't gay or dead. They all look because you are truly gorgeous. You always get me going. I don't think you even realize exactly how beautiful you are. I am one lucky guy."
I didn't take my new chain off for the rest of the weekend as Bob and I never left the house, continuing our birthday celebration in and out of bed the whole weekend. I think my new chain turned Bob on more than it did me, but I was not one to complain. By Sunday evening, we were both pretty sure that Bob had picked a winner for my birthday present.
Monday was a bright sunny day and I got in a little sunbathing before noon. At about one, I decided to get the mail and slipped on a pair of shorts and walked down our driveway to the box. I noticed how pretty my ankle chain looked glistening in the sun. I glanced up the street and saw a woman pushing a stroller with twins coming toward me. I didn't recognize her and waited for her to reach me.
"Hi, I don't think I've ever seen you before. I'm Amy. Do you live close by?"
"Sarah here. Yeah, we live just down around the corner in the blue house. I usually go the other way when I walk the twins."
At this point, I noticed that her two boys were half Afro-American. "They sure are cute. Their smiles are infectious. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
"I would, but right now, I need to get the boys home-it's nap time. Why don't you give me about half an hour and come down to my house and have coffee there? It's the second house around the corner-light blue with white trim."
"I'd love to. See you in thirty."
Sarah met me at the door and showed me to the kitchen. The coffee was already on and she poured each of us a cup. We sat down and I crossed my legs. Sarah immediately said my chain was beautiful and pulled up her pant leg. "I have one, too."
"Thank you. My husband gave it to me on my birthday. He thinks it makes my legs look hot."
"Well, I think it does the trick. What does your husband do for a living?
"He is a realtor. And yours?"
"He's the basketball coach at the junior college in town."
"They had a really good team last year, didn't they?"
"As a matter of fact, Jimmy's team went to the national finals and lost by only three points. Come on into the den. There's a picture of them on the mantle." We walked into the den. "Jimmy is so proud of the team. He has said they were over-achievers. That's him on the left end."
"The blond guy? I take it that you two adopted the twins?"
"No, actually, the tall guy on the right end is their father. That's Dante. He's the assistant coach. Sit down and I'll explain. You see, Jimmy and I have sort of a different lifestyle. I am what is known as a hotwife. Jimmy likes me to date guys outside of our marriage."
"I'm confused."
"Some husbands get aroused knowing their wife sees other guys. Somehow it just turns them on. Some even like their wife to play without birth control. It's called taking the risk. That's Jimmy."
"And he knows about Dante?"
"Dante was his idea. He introduced us."
"Wow! I can't believe it."
"It's true. There are lots of web sites on the internet about it. Why don't I write down a couple and you can read up on it. I'll put my phone number on and if you are not too grossed out, you can call me tomorrow and we can have coffee again. I am not embarrassed about our lifestyle, but I am a little sorry about springing this on you so suddenly. I just thought you might be into it, too, since your husband gave you your ankle chain and likes you hot. I'm sorry if I offended you. I hope you call me tomorrow so we can talk more."
"Well, we'll see. I better get going so I can get a little computer time before Bob gets home. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit intrigued with the idea. You seem to be so positive."
"Amy, I hope you call. Bye."
I hurried home and jumped right on the computer. The first site was by a psychologist who discussed the whole idea of wife sharing. It seems that it is more common than one would think. The psychologist said it was almost natural for some men. The second site was a collection of supposedly true accounts of couples in the lifestyle as they called it. I was amazed. I read about a dozen stories before it was time for Bob to get home. I was careful to delete my browser history because I didn't want him to know what I had been reading.
Half an hour later, Bob got home and he greeted me at the door. "How's my hot little wife?"
"I'm fine. How was your day?"
"It was ok. I met with that company I told you about which is looking for about sixty thousand square feet to lease or buy. I might have found just the right property. It would mean a big commission. Did you do anything exciting today?"
"I met a new neighbor who lives down the street. I had coffee at her house. We talked about the usual stuff, you know, husbands and kids. Her kids, that is, she has a set of twins. They are sure cute. I might go see her again tomorrow."
The next morning, as soon as Bob left for work, I was back on the computer reading more stories. I was becoming more intrigued as I read, maybe a little aroused at some of the accounts. At noon I called Sarah and told her that I would love some more coffee. She laughed and said I could come over in a few minutes. She would put the twins down for a nap earlier than normal.
As I walked down the street, I glanced down at my gold chain. A couple stories had filled me in on one meaning of a golden anklet. Some people saw it as just a piece of jewelry, but others considered it code for a wife who had her husband's permission to play outside their marriage.
Sarah again met me at the door and said that the coffee was almost ready. She then asked if I had been offended. "Not at all. I've been on the computer for six hours and it seems that a lot of people are really into it. How did it start with you and Jimmy?"
"Well, we were playing around in bed one night and we got to talking about fantasies. I told him to go first and he said that that he always thought that it would be hot if I had sex with another man-as long as he was in the loop. Not behind his back but with his knowledge. I didn't know what to say. At first I was real quiet but I finally asked him if he was serious and he said he was."
"And that was it?"
"No, we talked about it some more and I told him that I had dated two guys at the same time while I was in college. Twice actually. I told him that I had liked doing it. He said it wouldn't be a whole lot different. I said I would think about it. The next morning I asked him if he would be jealous or resentful if I did go out with someone. He said that he would love it and that he didn't think it would hurt our marriage. I asked if he was sure and he said the idea turned him on."
"So you said you would do it?"
"Not right away. We had only been married about two years and I was worried that when it came right down to it, he might not be so sure. But he assured me that everything would be alright. Two discussions later, I told him I was ok with the idea. I dated seven guys in the next few months. I actually had a blast and Jimmy loved it. By that time I was fully into it. A month later, he introduced me to Dante."
"He set you up with his assistant coach? Really?"
"Yes, and we sort of hit it off big time. Jimmy and Dante got along fine and we dated steady for about three months. Two or three times a week. That's when it became serious. One night Jimmy and I were in bed talking about things and he told me that I should quit taking the pill and let nature take its course. I was floored but I also got turned on by the risk idea. He even told me that he would use condoms with me. I couldn't believe he wanted Dante to get me pregnant. He said that having a black baby would complete his fantasy. I asked him if he was positively certain. He said yes and I said ok and here we are."
"Wow! What a story. And everything has been ok? Jimmy is fine with everything?"
"Oh, yes. Jimmy's fine. Having twins sort of threw him for a loop at first, but he wants me to get pregnant again."
"And you're alright with that?"
"Yes. I went back on the pill but I'm going off in a few weeks. We didn't want the babies to be too close together. They're almost two now."
"Well, I guess the stories on those web sites were probably true. You are living proof. Did you guys have much negative feedback when you showed up with two black babies?"
"I didn't, but I'm pretty much a homebody and Jimmy is totally comfortable with our life. What do you think about it all?"
"I'm a little conflicted. I can see that it could be a lot of fun. But it would seem to me that it would be an unusual husband to agree to this. And you're sure that Jimmy is ok with it?"
"Hey, everything we have done has been his idea. He got me my anklet and explained
what wearing it meant. He had me meet Dante and told me he wanted me to let Dante get me pregnant. I would definitely say he is ok with it all. I love having Jimmy's trust and the freedom to date others. I think that our marriage is rock solid and we both love our lifestyle."
