Hotwife Confession Journal Entry 03

We slept through the night in each other's arms. Though I awoke before dawn. I had an intense need to pee. When I came out of the bathroom, Tom was stripping the bed. I pitched in and while he put the dirty bedding in the washer, I put fresh sheets on our bed. We exchanged smirks and smiles amidst the simple domestic tasks.

With the bedroom returned to proper order, I said, "I need a hot shower.... Want to join me?"

"Yes, please," he beamed and chased me across the room, patting my butt cheeks playfully while I squealed and we rounded the corner into the master bathroom.

We got into the hot shower together and started soaping ourselves up, then each other.

"You seem cheery this morning," Tom offered.

"Well, ya' know. I always feel good after I get in a workout," I teased.

"Is that the euphemism we are going to settle into," he quipped.

"Well, I did really push my limits yesterday," I said with a thoughtful nod.

"He sounds like your personal trainer," he bounced his eyebrows at me.

"Well, he did appear quite fit. I imagine that takes a lot of work. Maybe he can teach me something new," I played along.

"It sounds.. and looked like... he already did teach you some new things," Tom mused, his hands starting to sensually explore my soapy body.

"Are you sure, you liked what you saw?" I asked, checking in on my husband's feelings.

I reciprocated the gentle body exploration and found his growing erection. It was nice and slippery with soap.

"I admit it was a complete shock and I did not know how to process it all at first. But I'm so glad you could talk to me about it. It actually makes me feel really close to you, as long as you can promise this life is really about you and me. We are in this together...", he explained.

"I promise. You're my husband and my love for you is above all things," I pledged.

His erection strengthened.

"And it was really amazing to see you like that. It was like you were a different person. It was unbelievably exciting," he affirmed.

"I do need you to understand that... that was not really me," I ventured. "That's not who I am, how I see myself. I can't...be like that in my... real life."

This was a difficult boundary to set at a delicate time. I want to share my whole life with my husband. But I can't do those things I did with Greg... again. Or with Tom. Both... I think.

"You need your stable, supportive husband and your stable supportive life," he concluded.

"I need that as an anchor more than ever. If I don't have that. I'll doubt myself too much. I can't reconcile what I did last night with who I am, anymore than you can," I explained.

His fingers explored my, still tender, nipples. I pressed my breasts forward to meet his welcome familiar touch.

"So, you responded to, what... him dominating you?" he asked, trying to work this through with me, without any protest to what I had just laid out or judgment.

I winced at the word. "No, definitely not. I don't find that appealing at all. It was more... primal. Like I was obeying instincts I would prefer to believe I don't have."

This was actually really nice. Here we were, showering together, having a thoughtful conversation. Washing and caressing each other, while we bounced thoughts back and forth. Sure, it was about me having sex with another man last night, but still...

For Tom, the thought of his wife tapping into something primal seemed to excite him, even if it was with another man. He embraced me and pressed his erection between my thighs. I was not ready for any more penetrative sex yet, but a little surface stimulation felt nice. I squeezed my thighs together and put a hand on Tom's ass, inviting him to thrust there. He complied. My breasts pressed up between us, water from the shower started pooling in my cleavage.

"I'm inferring from the video and what I experienced between your legs last night, that these primal instincts might include unprotected sex," he said. "I'm sure it goes without saying that scooping a man's come out of your pussy and sucking it off your fingers, is not an effective form of birth control."

It might have come across as a taunting or cynical comment, except that his strong erection was still pumping between my thighs. Maybe even with a bit more eagerness.

"I admit it was not prudent thinking which led to that," I conceded. "But it was hot," I widened my eyes in a feral way. "And you seemed to agree, didn't you? As I recall, you enjoyed using my come filled pussy."

Tom groaned in agreement and tried to reposition his erection to enter me.

"No, no, no," I gently refused. "None of that, yet" And I returned him to my pressed thighs.

"I don't want any more kids. Anybody's. We are almost done raising the ones we have. I'm not nuts," I said, my hand naturally slid between our bodies, tracing my fingertips over my womb.

"But..I don't know how to describe it. In the moment, it's like my body was yearning for it. I knew what his sperm in my body was capable of but instead of doing anything rational, my body, my instincts took over, and I welcomed his come like it was completing something. I felt.. whole in that moment."

Hearing my own words out loud, shocked me. I had channeled my mindset from last night, ever so briefly. It was disquieting. I could remember the feelings, the emotions, even if my rational mind was no longer in agreement with what I did. Tom was fully aroused though. So, he seemed to appreciate what I was saying on some level, despite the high risk nature of what we were discussing. I tried to shrug off the possibilities.

"Besides, I'm sure it will be fine. I don't think I'm there in my cycle," I dismissed. "And I'm in my forties. This is not going to be an issue. Trust me."

I turned the water from hot to cold and sent a shiver through us both. We got out of the shower and toweled ourselves off.

Tom and I agreed taking a sick day would not be a good look. We established at least one coworker knew Greg and I were alone in his house together. Who knows how Greg would respond if I just did not show up the day after? Plus, there was a new power dynamic to establish. Sure, Greg is my boss. Yes, I behaved in... a certain way in his presence last night. But in the real world, Greg had sex with a subordinate. In the world of corporate policies and HR rules, I had the real power here and it could be gently asserted to ensure Greg did not mistake what happened in his home with a dynamic he could impose anywhere else. Showing up to the office, being confident, and cavalier would set an important precedent.

I stood naked in my walk-in closet, puzzling over my clothes.

"Start with a sexy matching set," Tom suggested from a lounging position on our bed.

I looked over my shoulder at him. "He's not going to see any of that at work Tom," I asserted.

"But you want to feel sexy around him anyway, don't you?" he prodded.

"Yes!" I grinned widely.

"So, start sexy with a sexy base and work your way out from there," he encouraged. "You could dress like a mousy librarian on the outside, but I suspect you would radiate sexy librarian if you felt good about yourself."

"Ok," I chirped and blew him a kiss.

I dug through my undies, "I don't have many matching sets... How about red?", I asked, over my shoulder.

"Sounds perfect," he called back at me. "So, you mentioned, video."

"Yeaaah, I did," responded, holding the red bra up to inspect its condition.

"Most people say, 'a video'," he said.

"Only if they mean, 'a video,", I retorted.

"So, there's more?", he inquired, perking up.

"Just one," I said, emerging from my closet in my matching red bra and panty set. I struck a pose.

"Hot! So, why only show me the one?"

"A few reasons. First, one video did the job last night, no?", I quipped.

"True," he admitted. "And second?"

"Why do you think you didn't get to come in the shower this morning?" I countered.

"Because you are still sore from last night?", he grinned.

"True, but you were enjoying the thigh job. I could have let you blow your load but I cooled things off," I returned.

"Ok, then. Why?" he asked.

I climbed on top of him, straddled him, and got nose to nose with my husband. "Because that second video is my last special treat. I'm out of sexy surprises after that. So, I want you good and eager before you see it."

I kissed him then sat back.

"You said, 'a few reasons'," he noted.

I pursed my lips. "I'm worried the last one is intense," I managed.

Tom put his hands on my bare thighs.

"More intense than the first one?", he sounded both fascinated and nervous.

"I'm not sure. I have not watched it. But if my apprehension to seeing myself like that is any indication, maybe yes." I bit my lip.

"Oh, god," Tom said with some awe at the possibilities.

"I may have said exactly that in the video, but slightly differently," I teased.

"So, when do we watch it?" he asked.

"When the time is right. Like I said, it's the last little treat," I quipped.

"You could make new ones," he ventured.

I laughed. "Or you could come to your senses after another orgasm or two and decide your wife has got to go."

"Never," he growled and pulled me down for a kiss.

We made out and dry humped over our clothes until I was definitely going to be late for work.

"Ugh, I'm going to be late and I'm not even dressed," I said running back into the closet.

"What am I supposed to wear to send the right mixed messages?"

"Black boots with a heel. Black leggings. Your cream blouse. Black blazer." he called at me.

"The red bra will show through the blouse," I argued.

"Exactly. But the black blazer will make it less obvious to anyone who isn't looking," he countered.

"I'm not so sure," I returned.

"Do you have time to argue?"

"Nope."

And with that I threw myself together in the outfit Tom organized in his head, kissed my husband goodbye, and raced to the office.