By this point, I was married to the love of my life. Cue the romantic music, the happy tears and probably way too much wedding cake.
But after my first unexpected adventure before the wedding, I realized something important: my little journey of self-discovery wasn’t over yet.
Apparently, curiosity doesn’t magically disappear once you say ” I do.”
This time, I wanted to explore what it would feel like to date a man other than my husband. Thankfully, my husband was still wonderfully open-minded, supportive and apparently very talented at booking hotel rooms on short notice.
Once again, I found someone through a website. Unlike the previous date, we skipped the “awkward drink in the lobby” phase and agreed to meet directly in the hotel room. Efficient? Yes. Slightly terrifying? Also yes.
A knock came at the door.
Standing there was a friendly, slim man in his mid-fifties – more than twice my age – with a calm confidence that immediately put me at ease. Within minutes, we were kissing while my husband watched from a respectful distance, probably wondering how his life had turned into a love-action Netflix drama.
To break the tension, we decided to start in the shower. There’s apparently something about warm water and bad hotel lighting that makes people feel instantly adventurous. Standing naked under the warm shower, things escalated quickly. His hands slowly wandered over my body ending with his fingers in my wet pussy. My patience disappeared quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my knees giving him an intense blowjob.
After a while, we returned to the room, where my husband was patiently waiting like the world’s most supportive spectator. Judging by the grin on my husband’s face afterward, I’m quite certain he heard every moan coming from that shower. I instructed my husband to sit naked on the bed in front of me, and while I gave him a blowjob my bull started fucking me from behind. This was hot and more than one moment where I completely forgot how absurd this entire situation would sound to most people.
My husband resumed his role as the world’s most patient observer, while I lay back on the bed and my Bull wasted absolutely not time fucking me again.
At one point, while being fucked hard, I leaned over and whispered a surprise in my Bull’s ear: “I’m pregnant!”
Apparently, unexpected pregnancy announcements have quite an effect on cocks. Who knew? As soon as I whispered the news, I noticed his cock got even harder and my Bull started fucking me harder en deeper making my pussy go crazy. It didn’t take long before he came and filled my pussy completely.
Eventually, the date came to an end. Goodbyes were exchanged, clothes were found again (always harder than expected in a hotel room) and our guest headed home.
Once we were alone again, my husband and I shared another intimate moment together, making sure my pussy got filled once more.
Afterward, my husband and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing. Because honestly…what was this life?
Some couples collect fridge magnets from their travels. Apparently, we collect wildly unconventional memories.
And somewhere during all of this, I came to a ridiculous but unavoidable conclusion: Okay, it’s official.
I’m a Hotwife!