My wife and I have been enjoying some occasional hotwifing for years. She goes hot and cold on it; sometimes it sounds like fun to her, but then there are extended ice-cold periods, much to my regret. About five years ago we met a guy at a house party and she clicked with him pretty well. She screwed him that night and it looked like she was having the fuck of her life. They eagerly traded phone numbers and she saw him very occasionally after that, total of four or five times, I think, and then it sort of petered out and died. I'd ask her about it, to which she'd sort of give me a bored, dismissive shrug and not say anything.
To all you readers who engage in lifestyle play, this probably sounds like a common happening: you have to experiment with different things to figure out what turns you and your partner on the most and that you like the best. For us the process took a long time, and is still an evolving thing, and, you have to wait out cold periods involving life, jobs, libido and etcetera. About a year ago I finally, after many years, talked my wife into going to a hotel party, something I'd been trying for a decade. As luck would have it, she had a great time. She really enjoyed dancing with different men, getting lots of attention from the guys, liked the mellow, party atmosphere....in summary, the whole experience. Suddenly, enjoying additional cocks was fun again, and her hit rate at the hotel parties is running about 75%. Because of the hotel parties she in a "man mood" again, and her thing with her first "boyfriend" heated back up. She's had his long, mushroom headed cock up her pussy six times in the past three months, half of those times it was a "fucked him first, told me later" event. Geez, hotwifing is the thrill ride I always figured it would be if she really got to liking it, which deep down, I knew she did.
Which brings us to the past weekend. She had a date all planned with her boyfriend but he had to cancel. It was legit; life happens. She'd gotten her horny up pretty high for it and was pretty disappointed. So I thought about it for a while and suggested that we have "blind date night" instead. To my complete surprise she thought that was a swell idea. Not being a guy to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when it comes to hotwifing, I jumped right on it and ran with it. I know what she likes and know the kind of men she likes, so I carefully constructed a craigslist ad, telling her to not worry about it, not to try and monitor what was going on, or anything. It would be a true blind date. The mystery of what was coming turned her on more than her cancelled date did.
I fielded and weeded about two dozen craigslist replies, finally chose a guy, saved a backup or two, and began corresponding. Everything went according to plan, and we met him at a mexican place close to us this past Saturday evening. I told her before we went in that from here on out it was her show. She could run with it or punt, didn't matter to me. She was very excited; didn't know if he was white or black, what personality she'd run into, or anything. I did specifically solicit big dicks, and told her that part, that's all she knew beforehand. An hour later we were back at our house with her sucking a long fat cock, and then getting a gentle, very agreeable and fun fuck from the guy. She's been talking about it ever since, saying she's now building a "male harem," and also saying we'll have to do blind date night again sometime.
The roller coaster is right at the top, at least momentarily.
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