My name is Anna. This is a story about how I first got into being a hotwife. At the time of this story I was about 25 years old and working as a civil engineer in Seattle, WA. I met my husband Lyle during my senior year of college. At the time of this story we had only been married a couple of years.
Lyle is a sweet guy, but very introverted. We rarely ever go out and we only have a few friends. Our sex life at the time was okay. We'd have sex maybe once a week or twice a week. It wasn't amazing, but it wasn't the worst sex I've had. Fortunately for Lyle I didn't marry him because he was good in bed.
For the male readers out there, I'll give you a brief description of my physical appearance. I'm about 5'9 with an average build. I'm not fat, but I'm not supermodel skinny either. I have curly brown hair that I usually wear up in a bun or in a ponytail. I also wear dark rimmed glasses. I think that covers the important details.
Being a woman in an engineering field can be rough sometimes. I'm surrounded by males everywhere I go. At the office, at professional conferences, visiting a customer. Everywhere I go I find myself in a room full of men. Each time I can sense their gaze, it's like a 6th sense. I know when they're checking out my ass or trying to sneak a peek down my blouse. It's annoying and incredibly frustrating.
Rarely am I interested in any of them. Mostly because they're too nerdy or socially awkward for my liking. I'm also married, which means even if I was interested, I wouldn't do anything anyways. That is until a few months ago...
Lyle and I grew up in pretty conservative households. Sex wasn't a topic we'd discuss unless it was in regards to reproduction. Even then, the topic was skimmed over. I would describe Lyle and I's sex life as adequate. We have sex once a week (or two). It's pretty vanilla as neither of us are very adventurous.
One night Lyle dropped a total bombshell on me. I had come home excited about being selected to go to a prestigious conference in Orlando, FL. As soon as I walked in the door I sensed that Lyle was nervous about something, but I couldn't wait to share my exciting news.
Lyle was happy for me (I think), but I could tell that something was on his mind. It kind of rubbed me the wrong way, but I let it slide. We all have bad days sometimes, right?
After dinner I decided to start pressing Lyle about his mood. He avoided the topic for a while, then tried to brush it off, but I finally got him to open up.
"I'm so proud of you that you were selected to go to Orlando." Lyle said.
"Okay? But...?"
"You're just traveling a lot right now for work, and I get it. You're trying to build your career and right now that means traveling around." Lyle said.
"Right, we decided when I took this job that we were both okay with that."
"Well... If you're ever on a work trip and you find the right guy, I'm okay with you sleeping with him." Lyle said in a nervous tone. I could practically hear his body trembling in his voice.
WHAT?
Lyle's words were like a freight train out of left field.
"What do you mean? What are you trying to say?" I asked, stunned at Lyle's revelation.
"I know, it's weird. I just... I'm just worried that maybe you're not satisfied with our sex life. Maybe having some fun away from home would fix that?" Lyle said, rambling from his nerves.
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say.
"Did you... Have you... cheated on me?" I asked, assuming his revelation must be the result of some guilt that Lyle could no longer handle.
"What?! No!" Lyle exclaimed, "I would never cheat on you. Ever."
"Well then... Are you hoping that if I sleep with some random guy that I'll let you sleep with some random woman?" I asked, still trying to comprehend where this was coming from.
"No, no, no!" Lyle exclaimed, "I assure you that there's no catch. I just figured we don't have sex that often and you're on the road so much that if you wanted to sleep with someone else, you could."
"I just... I don't understand why you feel this way." I said, still confused.
"I don't know, I guess I'm just assuming... I also think it might be kind of hot." Lyle explained.
"Hot?"
"Yeah, it's kind of hot thinking about you hooking up with a guy on one of these trips and then coming home to me."
It took me some time to come around to Lyle's idea. Over the following months we talked about it extensively. Lyle did say he had one major rule - I couldn't hide it. I needed to let him know what was happening and then give him all the details afterwards. Lyle also said he'd prefer if I could send pictures and video of the encounter.
I eventually accepted Lyle's proposition, sort of. I figured that I was never interested in the guys on these work trips. So there was exactly a 0% chance that something would ever happen.
Then I had to go to a professional conference in Orlando, FL. Every year people from my industry went to this conference to network and see the latest advancements in tools and technology. It was a total nerdfest. Everywhere I turned there were guys who could probably count on one hand the number of times they've even talked to a girl, let alone had sex with one.
From the moment I landed in Orlando I kept recalling Lyle and I's conversation. I found myself constantly looking at random guys and thinking about if I would sleep with them. I felt so naughty. This was very unusual for me.
After my first day at the conference I attended an evening awards ceremony. The conference was giving awards to some of the top engineers in our field, so almost everyone was attending. That day I had been wearing a pair of black leggings, a white blouse, and a jacket with my employer's logo on it. This was my typical attire at conferences like these. It made my ass look amazing, which in turn made me feel more confident about myself. At the same time, it wasn't 'slutty' and unprofessional.
With the exception of those winning awards, seating was random. I arrived early to the ceremony and very few people were there. When I walked in I grabbed my name card and sat down at an empty table near the back of the room. As time passed more and more people started to arrive. People sat at the empty tables first and then they started to fill in.
"Is this seat available?" A voice on my right asked.
I turned around and looked up to see a man about my age standing there. He was tall, maybe 6'2 with black hair that was neatly combed. He was different from a lot of the other men in the room. He looked
normal
...
"Uh... No - I mean yes, it's available." I said nervously.
The man smiled at me and sat down, putting his name card out past the empty plate in front of him.
Steve
"Hi Steve. I'm Anna." I said, reaching out to shake Steve's hand.
"Hi Anna, nice to meet you." he said as he shook my hand.
His handshake was great. His hand was soft and moist. His grip was perfect, firm but it didn't crush my hand.
Talking to Steve was really easy. He was from New York, graduated college the same year I did, and we even had similar tastes in music and movies. Throughout the awards ceremony Steve and I bantered back and forth. It was the most fun I had ever had at this awards ceremony.
As the awards ceremony started to wind down I was sad that I was going to be leaving Steve.
"Well Steve, it was a pleasure talking with you this evening." I said as I reached out to shake his hand again.
"Yeah, for sure. I had a blast." he said as he shook my hand.
We both stood up from the table and made our way out the door. When we got outside of the ceremony we went separate directions and I figured I'd never see him again.
"Anna!" I heard Steve's voice shouting a moment later.
I quickly turned around to see Steven running back towards me.
"How about a drink tomorrow evening?" Steve asked.
I paused for a moment. Tomorrow evening seemed like forever from now.
"Why tomorrow evening? Why not now?" I blurted out without thinking.
"Uh... sure. I figured it was getting late, but if you're up for it we can do it now, I was just about to walk to a bar down the street." he said.
"Sounds great! Let's go." I said.
We walked the couple blocks to a divey bar not far from the conference. We grabbed a seat at the bar and resumed our conversation from the awards ceremony. As the night progressed our conversation started to get more and more personal.
"So... Are you single?" I asked, taking a sip from my drink.
"Yeah, I am actually." Steve said looking down at the floor like he was ashamed of his answer.
"What happened?" I asked, assuming something bad had happened.
"Nothing, we just broke up a few weeks ago so it's still a little fresh." he explained, "What about you? How long have you been married?"
Steve must have seen my wedding ring.
"A couple years. We met in college and got married a year or two after graduation."
"Well that's a nice story." Steve joked.
"So are you looking to rebound or taking some time?" I asked.
"Oh, I've definitely rebounded a few times." Steve said sarcastically.
"Really?"
Steven nodded as he took another drink from his beer.
"Yeah, let's just say I've been doing a lot of swiping." Steve joked as he put his beer back down on the bar.
I was kind of impressed at his confidence. Here I was some woman he'd met a couple of hours ago and he's bragging about hooking up with a bunch of people after his breakup. I wanted to know more. Deep down I wanted to be his next rebound. Just then Lyle's words popped up in my mind.
If the opportunity was there, you can sleep with guys while you're on a work trip.
