A few things about me
I am married and we have been exploring ENM/CNM/Lifestyle for about five months. I am a mom and I am a professional -- to which I take both responsibilities exceptionally seriously. I am pretty typical in most regards -- if you met me at a party I am not the type of person that stands out -- I am a little on the quiet side, more of a watcher and listener -- but I would remember you and any level of detail you might have shared with me to which I could recall months later if we saw each other again. Most of the people in my circle would be shocked to learn the ways in which I have been exploring my sexuality. Looking back at my life, there were definitely clues that make this lifestyle shift not quite as surprising, but if you told me a year ago that I would live and write this experience, I would not have believed you.
My husband has been encouraging, supportive, and for this particular encounter may even be considered the instigator. As we have gained experience playing with couples, we decided to explore a cuckold and hotwife fantasy that he held. Initially, I was interested but not overly so. I liked the idea that I got to pick the guy (I do enjoy to hold that control) and that it would be focused on my pleasure -- or at least that is how I saw it. After signing up on a site more conducive to finding such a partner, I quickly got overwhelmed by the potential candidates. Until one day I was in the tub, my husband brought me his phone with a match he connected with. This particular guy will become the center of this story as I unravel exactly how through the course of several weeks of texting and a very steamy encounter how he turned me into a Slutty Hotwife.
On my quest to find the right partner to fulfill this fantasy I had a few parameters. One, he had to write in complete sentences -- punctuation matters! I mean a well crafted sentence can make me wet, yes seriously. I even provided photo evidence in the course of our exchanges! He had to remember details I mentioned and continue to build upon those details to keep me engaged. Lastly, we had to have a give and take on text to form a connection and build excitement -- this guy did not only not disappoint, but he met all these parameters and then some. He had me excited to do things I had never considered doing before -- I felt alive. One morning when I was working from home we were texting and he asked if I wanted to take our chat to audio. I immediately felt flushed, even wetter, and partly terrified and thrilled. We moved our chat to audio pretty quickly -- he sensed my hesitation but assured me that it would be fun and he enjoyed impromptu play time. My body became so amplified, aroused, and wetter than ever. Here I am at 41 wondering why the hell I haven't had more phone sex?! As he continued to get to know me, a few days before our scheduled play date, he upped the ante again and we had video sex. I was eager -- it took a lot of vulnerability though. In my mind, the angle of the camera was about the most unflattering view my body -- despite that, I let my mind focus on the fun as he walked me through aspects of our upcoming play date to completion for both of us. It was hot -- so fucking hot. You know those romance novels you read just for the sporadic sex scenes? It was erotic like that, but better because the story was being told live -- to me and about me and soon it was no longer going to be fantasy, but a real life experience. As we got closer he seemed to be trying to ease me along to the actual roles associated with a cuckold experience -- mainly calling him "my Bull" -- let me tell you as an independent self-assured woman that was HARD. He was patient, calculated, and deliberate in his approach.
Just before the Play date
The night prior, I caged my husband and put the key to the cage on my necklace and slept naked -- he had a hard time sleeping, kept touching me, getting aroused, then frustrated -- it was magic! I spent some time deciding what to wear, wanting to please my Bull -- well aware that his interest was in that mom-next-door-professional type. I chose some wide legged black pants, a striped office shirt with long neck ties and a deep v (which if the angle was right you could see a glimpse of my strappy navy blue bra), and black Fluevog Leaders (to me, these shoes made the outfit). I wore the necklace with the key which was mostly covered by the shirt's long ties and matching dark blue panties to my strappy navy bra.
We agreed to meet at the hotel's bar for a chemistry check. Before our Bull arrived I spent a few minutes reassuring my husband -- he was nervous. First, he was nervous that he'd have a "shit I can't do this" moment and then on the other hand, he was worried that he'd love being a cuck and want this experience ALL the time. Even though I pushed my nervousness aside to reassure my husband, I was feeling a little trepidation. I was curious how our connection which was established mainly over text would translate to in person -- I am a very intuitive person, but I am still basically meeting a stranger (for sex!). So I did what I could do keep some walls up which in this moment was to keep my back to the door so I didn't have that opportunity for our initial eye contact to be that of complete eagerness and excitement from me -- I wanted to hold onto that energy for just a bit longer.
I knew he walked up when I saw my husband make eye contact and nod. My Bull walked behind me and sat in the chair near the window next to me. When he sat down his back was almost against the window -- I think to be able to look at both of us. He made a point to have our knees touch. Such a simple gesture of connection was powerful and I was quite aware of my body's reaction.
We all sat together for a few short minutes just enough to finish my drink -- which funny enough was called a "Blushing Lady". While we sat there it would have appeared to anyone looking on that we were having a normal conversation with a friend or business colleague. But the friend had his hand on my knee and was asking very personal questions of us both. I was so focused on how I was received that I didn't fully appreciate the presence he showed up with. He was confident, but not aggressively so -- I would say self-assured. He was well dressed, like a sharp-casual earthy-tone look, not formal business but not casual business either. He was attractive, but that isn't what caught my attention. It was how well he held himself, it was how he was authentic in our text messages because they translated perfectly in person, and it was the smoky/steamy look he had in his eyes. The look was direct, not intimidating but more inviting, and it had a feeling of playfulness to it. He so effortlessly asked us how long we have been together and married, how long we have been exploring -- really all questions he knew the answer to. But a question I have never been asked before was, "you are both dripping with wetness aren't you?" I might have actually blushed, I am not sure, but I definitely felt shy about it. But we all knew, we were in fact dripping.
Our Bull took one room key and sent us upstairs to wait for him. He asked me to let him know when we were ready.
The Play Time
