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When you have a pussy that craves cum and a husband who loves your pussy full of another mans cum, you never know how a night out will turn out. Well here is another slutwife Confession. We have been wanting some extra fun because it’s been awhile. So believe it or not we had been playing call of duty ww2 online with a guy named Rob, he is 24 yrs, and lived here in town. We started flirting and hubby asked him to join us for a night out. We only had plans to have some dinner and see where the night leads us. My husband and I pick Rob up at his apartment and we all go down to the backstreet grill downtown for a bite to eat. We all laughed and talked, and finally the hotwife subject came up. So we all head back to Rob’s for a different kind of fun. I had brought a little outfit for the guys, so I slipped into the bathroom and changed. My husband and Rob were talking in the living room and I walk in with this little black lace with burgundy trim,sheer in areas, and fits tight all the way down to the top of my ass where I have a black lace see through panties that lets my ass cheeks hang out. My husband and Rob both stop speaking and just walk towards me running there hands all over my body, eyes full of lust and desire to give me what I want. All I can do is smile for I am ready for what is to come. I am led to the bed and sat on the edge as hubby stood in front of me and Rob on the bed at my back. Hubby leans down to kiss me and Rob reaches around and pulls the material aside exposing my tits out of my outfit so he can fondle my nipples. By this time I take out hubby’s dick. I get up and place myself on all fours on top of the bed….looking over my shoulder to tell Rob to lick my bald, pulsating pussy. I then focus on taking Hubby’s dick in my mouth…slow at first but faster and deeper as Rob is fucking me with his tongue. Rob licks me from clit to ass….and I am loving it so much that I am gagging myself on hubby’s dick. They finally can’t take anymore and start taking turns fucking my pussy. They go from my pussy to my mouth and I am able to taste my own sweet juices. I am flipped around into a different positions. I just bite my lip and want all I am given. After my pussy is nice and used I’m needing the cum promised …..I get filled one at a time by both of them, and just smile as the cum runs down my ass onto my legs. I change back into my jeans and top, but leave my panties in my purse and hubby and I leave. We say our goodbyes to Rob…..had a great time…well talk online when we play cod… yadayadayada. So hubby and I get back to the truck to find that Gus has text hubby. Gus is a friend of ours who I hadn’t actually fucked. He is an okay looking guy , and we have offered, but he was a bit scared. So Anyways, Gus’s wife is pregnant and he’s been feeling frustrated and wanted to talk to us. So he tells hubby that he had a fight with his wife and staying at a hotel and since were in the area, can we come by where he is staying. We park in the parking lot and wait for him to come out. We all chit chat and hubby makes the comment that “Stephanie could help you feel better”

December 2, 2016

Most of my blog posts are aimed at helping people enter this magical relationship enriching Alternative Marriage Lifestyle.  I do this as my way of paying it forward because when my husband and I were looking for real truthful information on how this Lifestyle works on a day to day basis for an average couple, we got lost in the caption writers fantasies about how they wished it worked.

Just so you know, I’m not saying it doesn’t work that way for some couples, but then most experienced Hotwives don’t need any advice from me about how to go about it.  As for me I don’t get off on having men cum all over my face, or being spit roasted.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to get up on my soapbox again.  I’m going in a different direction today.  As part of the coaching process, once a couple has made the decision to go forward with the Hotwife Lifestyle, and the wife is going to open up her end of the marriage to date other men, how does she do that?

I have sex with men I meet to fulfill a fantasy that my husband has of sharing me with other men for the benefit of making our own relationship better and stronger by sharing all the details with him.  Do I enjoy having a personal sex life of my own that is independent of my marriage to Michael?  You bet your ass!

When a sexy guy is flirting with me it is a huge turn on knowing I can take it as far as I want because it’s what my husband wants me to do.  I can’t imagine any woman who truly understands the benefits of this Lifestyle who wouldn’t want to live it every day of her life!

So how do I do it? Not every woman can meet men the way I do.  Most of the women I work with have a unique set of circumstances and I help them on an individual basis but today I am going to explain how I do it.

Michael and I have a guide line that we call my Hotwife Rules of Engagement.  It’s designed to keep me safe and it addresses something that I agreed to early on.  Michael is/was not comfortable with me dating one guy over and over as if I was his girlfriend.  His thinking is from a fear that I might accidentally bond emotionally with a “boyfriend” type of relationship.

Personally I was not as worried about that as Michael, but being a Hotwife is no different than any other aspect of marriage that requires give and take to make it work, so that is our agreement.

I preach that that a Hotwife needs to have total autonomy over the dating process so that she stays inside her comfort zone without input from her husband about who she can date.

I get asked all the time how I do it.  How do I meet men?  What do I do when I meet Mr. Tonight?  Where do we go?  What do I say?

I am an urban dweller. I live in a high rise condo in downtown. Within a five minute drive there several upscale hotels.  Some have lounges and some have lobby bars.  We also belong to a supper club that is attached by a sky bridge to one of the hotels.

A woman that is out of practice dating and or flirting who is entering this Lifestyle with no recent practical experience doesn’t realize how simple it is to meet men and let herself get picked up.  All she needs is the right attitude, an outgoing engaging smile, a willingness to make eye contact, and to act like she wants to be there.  The men do all the heavy lifting.

If you meet a guy with whom you feel sexual chemistry, let’s call him Mr. Tonight, the only thing you have to do is not send him a negative aura, and don’t say no.  It’s as simple as that.

When I am out at night to meet someone I typically go out alone.  I may go to the Club and sit at the bar and have a drink.  The standard approach line is “Are you waiting for your husband?”  Or “Is anyone sitting here?”, or any number of simple test questions to gauge my interest. Sometimes they simply sit down and ask if they can buy me a drink.

If I am not interested I do not respond positively and they usually take the hint and move on.  I wear an ankle bracelet.  I wear it whenever I am not working.  I have said many times that it has been my experience that wearing an ankle bracelet serves no useful purpose in identifying me by my status as a Hotwife.  I wear it because occasionally it’s a conversation point, and it makes me feel good about my status as a Hotwife, but having said that, the subject almost never comes up. Men are focused on my wedding rings, not my ankle bracelet!

This is what I think about that.  If I am sitting in a bar without my husband, and I’m wearing my wedding rings, and I am letting a man flirt with me, and I am sending him positive vibes, he doesn’t care if I am a hotwife out hunting, or a bored wife looking for a little excitement outside of her own bedroom.

The only thing he cares about is that he and I are sharing the same space at the same time and he has a shot at soiling a married woman.  It is a fact based on my experience that married men prefer playing with married women.

It is also a fact based on my experience that younger single men prefer to play with older married women. Please feel free to disagree with me if you wish, but keep in mind I said I was referring to my own experiences.

As a side note, my girlfriend Jill, who is divorced, still wears her wedding rings when she goes out for the very same reason but takes it a step further by using them to hide behind if she gets approached by a toad.

The men I target when I am out hunting are upscale professional men that are typically traveling to Tampa on business, which is why I choose the downtown upscale hotel bars.

So let’s say an interesting guy has approached me and he likes what he sees and I like what I see. “Are you waiting for your husband?” He might ask.  If I want him to engage me I make it clear my husband is not in my picture that night.

“No my husband is in Dallas tonight.”  Or, “I’m not really sure where he is, I’m not waiting for anyone, I just decided to stop by for a drink.”

“May I join you?”  He will ask.  I pick my purse up off the empty seat.

If I am only lukewarm I might say something noncommittal like, “I’m just here having a drink.”  That doesn’t tell him anything at all but leaves it open, but in this particular situation I wanted him to join me.

When a married guy meets a married woman in that situation they don’t want to know too much too soon. They ask me chatty questions that are not intrusive like “are you from here?” Or, are you in Tampa on business?”

This gives me a chance to steer the conversation based on how much information/bullshit I share. If I let him start buying me drinks, things will slowly escalate.  Men like to get into my personal space.  If I am sending positive signals they like to get physically closer to me.

If I start talking about being a pissed off wife, men can relate to that and they like to touch me. They pat my hand or my arm or find a few strands of hair to put back in place.  This is a test to see how tolerant I am of physical contact, and depending on the situation and the guy, and the alcohol, I can be pretty tolerant, unless I am groped, which is always a deal killer but very rarely happens in upscale bars.

My knees are also a place that men like to pat and or eventually rest the palm of their hand on. I wonder if that is like a dog marking his territory.  Anyway, if I’m into it I don’t mind unless his hand drifts too far upward.

Like I said, men like to test my tolerance so sometimes it’s just a question of placing my hand over his in a blocking motion.  Men usually take that hint, but if it’s late and I am ready to go to his room I might say something like, “If you are going to keep doing that we need to go someplace else.”

I used that line on a very young man I met in a hotel lounge last January that I wrote about in my blog. I had been telling my bloggers that my success rate was in the 90% range because I knew how to do it now.

When Michael and I had been playing The Chili’s Game my success rate was pitiful, because I didn’t know what I was doing.

My husband called me out on it and wanted me to prove it, so I told him to meet me downtown at 8:30 where Jill worked giving me a 30 minute head start.  I was already practically hooked up by the time he sat down in the lounge.  He got an eyeful.

The young gym rat in town on business was rubbing my leg and I covered his hand and told him he was being very naughty.  He told me that he knew I liked it though and then he kissed me.  I wasn’t expecting it, but it played right into what I was trying to show my husband.

I told him if he was going to keep doing that to me we needed to go somewhere else.  He said, “OK Let’s go up to my room.  Michael watched me leave the bar and get on the elevator with him.

That is not the norm but it does happen that way sometimes.  A more typical close happens when the club closes, and he says “Where can we go now?” He knows where he wants me to go, but is hoping I will give him a hint.  Sometimes I do.  I might say, “Where are you staying?”  He says “I am staying here in the hotel”, or “I am staying across the street in the hotel.”

If I am ready to close the deal all I have to say is, “Do you have one of those little honor bar things in your room?”

I was reminded of an experience I had a while back. It was when we still lived in the big city and I was out with some friends on a girls night. None of us planned on being out late that night, but as the night went on Janice and I didn't go home with the rest of the girls. It was something like 10 at night, both of us were a little tipsy. Janice suggested a bar to checkout, she had heard about it from someone else and she seems quiet interested in checking it out. Pulling up to the place, it looked a bit rough but there was a few people outside. "You might not like this place, but Ive been wanting to try something like this but Tyson is way to up tight. We don't have to stay long and you don't have to do anything you don't want to, and just please don't tell Tyson." Janice said to me as we walked in. It was seeming like a normal bar or club, just really loud music playing and very dark.

We sat at the bar, and was having a couple drinks. There was some guys being friendly beside us, talking to us as the night went on. An hour or so had passed, Jancie ended up on the dance floor with one of the guys that we were talking to. After a couple of songs had passed I looked around for Janice and i ended up seeing her from my seat at the bar. She was dancing with the guy, the top of her dress was pulled down with her breasts exposed, the guy was kissing her while groping her and she had her hands back around him. I must have said "ahhhh" out loud as I pieced together what she told me before going in. "Did you say something", one guy asked that I was talking to. "Nope", i replied but as I took around the room I could see different people doing things from kissing, touching, bj's, to even sex. "Its getting more crowded her", one of the guys said from the group, so we all got up and moved away from the bar to a table off more to the side. Sitting around the table, making some small talk. One guy placed his hand on my thigh, i played it casual and acted like nothing was going on. He slipped his hand up and under my dress, where he started to play with my pussy. I reached over and started to rub his cock over top of his jeans as he slipped his fingers into my wet pussy.

Janice came by the table "there you guys are", she said as she sat down beside me with her breasts still exposed for everyone to see. She looks over and sees the guys fingering me and smiles at me. Leaning in she whispers "I won't tell Greg is you don't tell Tyson", i whisper back "don't worry I will never tell Tyson, but Greg is cool with it. This is our naughty secret from everyone". She looked shocked at what i said, i just smiled at her as i moved off of my seat, went between the legs of the guy beside me, took his cock out and blew him right there as Janice watched as i made him cum into my mouth. She still seemed a bit in shock as I sat back down beside her, "surprised, I said. "Ummm ya", and we both started giggling.

I rode the guy on the chair, some other guys were coming up to us as i ended up stroking and sucking there cocks as i bounced on the guys cock. The both of us cummed around the sametime and after I sat back, his cock still in me as our juices leaking out as i watched Janice getting fucked by a guy. Finally getting up i head over to an chair at the bar that was close to the table and ordered a drink. Talking with the bartender he told me that this was an under ground sex bar and it had been going on for a few years now. As we were talking and me trying to find out more info an guy came up behind me. He was groping me from behind, god I love that. The bartender was telling me about the hours and days that they do this stuff the guy behind me was rubbing his cock between my butt cheeks. I was enjoying this place maybe a little to much as I slid back on the seat so my butt was right off the back. He slid himself right in, grabbing onto my hips and thrusting hard into me. I could barely say thanks to the bartender as I was getting railed from behind from this guy.

Janice ended up sitting beside at the bar, she looked exhausted as she sat beside me. The guy behind me let go of my hips, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me as i could feel his cock swell and then shot his load deep into me. He let go after his orgasm was done, slid out and had left. I grabbed my drink and took a sip. "So how you enjoying it?" I asked Janice. She just smiled at me, and I smiled back. "I think I've got to go and wipe myself up a bit", Janice agreed and we went to the washroom. After getting cleaned up a bit we walked back out and looked around. There was very few women there, basically all guys. We went back towards the bar when a song came on over the speakers and then we went on the dance floor. Both of us topless, dancing that turned into grinding into each other on the floor which meant we had alot of eyes on the two of us.

It wasnt to long and we had a circle of guys around us, slowly they started to come up to us. Touching and groping us as the song played on. We both ended up going onto our knees beside each other and the guys circled in as close as the could to us. Janice and I took as many cocks as we could. Taking turns sucking and stroking them, the ones we couldn't service started to shoot there loads on our faces and breasts. Looking back i don't know how many loads I swallowed that night but alot more guys blew there loads onto us. We both stopped sucking the cocks, not sure how much more speed could be in my stomach and we let the guys shoot all over our faces and breasts.

Finally there was no more guys lining up for us, we got up and we decided to leave for the night. Janice didn't and couldn't go home like this so I said to tell Tyson that you were going to spend the night as Greg was picking me up. She agreed and after another drink at the bar Greg messaged he was outside waiting for us. Slipping the dresses back up and we headed out. Janice and i got into the back seat, Greg didn't say anything but I knew i had to explain later as we were covered with cum.

“Of course I remember you Savannah, not sure I could forget.  I think I can do a quick re-inspection tomorrow late afternoon, if that works for you?”

A few months ago we had a couple of large hail storms come through that had caused damage and we ended up filing our first insurance claim for the roof.  When our adjuster, Erik, arrived I was immediately smitten as he was very attractive, tattooed and bearded – just my cup of tea.  When he let me know he was prior military, I was in lust.  He was very professional but I did catch him staring a couple times.  He paid for a new roof and gave me his business card, telling me if I ever needed anything to call him.  I made sure to keep his card handy.  That was a few months ago and we got the roof replaced without any issues, which I was kinda bummed about as I kept trying to come up with an excuse to have him come back over, this time without my kids around.

Yesterday, it just so happened that it snowed for the first time at our house this year.  Jason joked around with me saying I should call Erik up and say that he missed some damage and see if he would come back out, I agreed.  I called him that very afternoon.

“Hi Erik, I’m not sure if you remember me but we had a claim a few months ago and I think you might of missed/neglected an area in the master bedroom, there is a lot of wetness that just won’t dry out.”

Erik told me he would be there by 3.  The day flew by as I just concentrated on work so that I could leave early to get home.  All day long I was soaked though thinking of the possibilities.   Of course, right when I was trying to leave the hospital an emergency came up and I ended up leaving much later than I wanted to and didn’t get home til almost 3.  Luckily Erik hadn’t shown up yet.  I jumped in the shower to clean off and no sooner did the doorbell ring.   

I yelled for Erik to come in, the door was unlocked and got out of the shower.  I didn’t bother to dry off but threw on a pair of white lace panties and Jason’s old Army PT shirt.  The panties were almost see through due to the wetness and the shirt clung to my body as I stood next to my bed when Erik came around the corner.  His jaw dropped, I had butterfly’s in my stomach, nervous, not sure what to say, I still had water dripping off me and was completely exposed.  I managed to mutter

“Can you see how wet this area is? And pulled the crotch of my panties to the side.   

I don’t think he said a word, he just walked up to me pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply.  I pulled down his pants and proceeded to give him a blow job, within a few minutes he stopped me telling me he was about to cum if I didn’t.  I laid onto my bed and he expertly went down on me.  He never took my panties off, just pulled them to the side.  Maybe due to the anticipation or the naughtiness of the situation but he brought me to an orgasm pretty quickly.   He flipped me over and entered me from behind.  Erik fucked me slowly at first.  It didn’t take long at all, I felt his hands tightened around my hips and sank deeper, he grunted he was cumming.  I tried to tell him not to cum in me but it was too late, he exploded in me for the first couple of spurts and then pulled out shooting another bit on my backside.  I was expecting Erik to collapse but he then flipped me over onto my back and went down on me again, cleaning up his cum with his mouth.  I came again.   Erik then gave me another deep kiss, thanked me for such an amazing experience and I walked him out.     

    Michelle had just gotten up to get us a second pitcher of Margarita’s.   I quickly texted Jason, updating him on what I was up to and planning to be up to later.  Jason had been out of town for over a week and wasn’t due back for another week.  Michelle was a nurse at a different hospital, we had worked together when she was a tech and trying to finish nursing school.  She was very forward about her sexual desires towards me from almost the day we had met.  Many times it took all my strength and resolve not to take her up on an offer to duck into an empty room for a quick play session.  The two of us had fooled around a couple of times but only for a few minutes.  She had the softest skin, perfect complexion with a devious little smile and a mouth like a sailor.   So when I texted her earlier in the day if she was free for drinks, she answered immediately in the affirmation.  Michelle is one of the few women who can make me blush, she doesn’t have much of a filter and speaks her mind on any topic especially her favorite – sex.   I arrived at the little bar on Central before her and grabbed a table over-looking the street.  I didn’t have to wait long though, I felt her hand on my shoulder before I heard her, I smiled, turned towards her and felt her lips on mine.  Her tongue gently parted my lips and lightly touched the tip of my tongue.  It was a rush, having her kiss me like that on the patio with every car on Route 66 able to watch us.  It turned me on.  The first pitcher went down fast and she offered to get another.

    The second round of pitchers arrived, along with news that a car in the parking lot had caught fire and they were trying to locate the owner.  The emergency services arrived, police and fire.  They were able to put the fire out without any other issues, the car was toast though.  The entire scene was still very exciting, the fact that I have developed an affection for firemen in general didn’t hurt at all.  Since the fire wasn’t very big, we were able to chat a few of the guys up.  When I met Johnny, I knew I wanted him.  Michelle and I flirted with him and peppered him with questions.   He was trying to get all the hoses wrapped up and had to bend over, Michelle commented on his backside and how tight it was.  Not to be outdone by my friend, I one up’d the flirting by asking him if “anything else was tight or swollen on him”.  Johnny did his best to hide being a little flustered, he stumbled just a bit and his sunglasses fell off the top of his head when he caught himself.   I picked up his sunglasses and tried them on, asking him if he thought I was cute in them, giving him an easier way out of the unprofessional comments we were bombarding him with.  Before Johnny could answer his supervisor started barking orders at everyone and within minutes they trucks were all packed up and they were rolling.  I realized I still had Johnny’s sunglasses but we didn’t get his phone number.  I looked at the number on the side of the fire engine and googled the station, it wasn’t very far.   

    By the time the second pitcher was done we were both very sexually excited and full of liquid courage.   I had verbalized my fantasy to Michelle of going to a fire station and have crazy hot sex with a fireman while the rest of the people in the station were unaware of what was going on.  She responded to my story by sliding my hand down the front of her scrubs, letting me feel how wet she was.  Michelle kissed my neck, ran her tongue up to the base of my ear, sucked on my earlobe and whispered.  “Let’s go to the station now”.   We decided to Uber the ride so that we could have a few min together and play in the back seat.  It was probably a good thing the ride was only 5 min, otherwise the two of us probably would have fucked in the back seat of that man’s Uber.  I don’t think he would have complained though, and I did get a 5 star review from that ride.

    If Johnny was shocked that 2 strange girls showed up at his fire station asking for him, he played it off well.  Johnny walked us around the station, introduced us to several coworkers.  They really did have a fire pole but for liability reasons I couldn’t slide down it.  Michelle was the one who asked about where they slept, did they have separate rooms or a bay?  Since it was early evening, no one in the station was currently sleeping, we shortly found ourselves in his sleeping area.  I stepped closer to Johnny, lightly brushed my hand against his bulge in his pants and asked him “so, these seem pretty tight, how long it has been since they got a release?”  Johnny groaned and muttered it had been a couple of days. Michelle and I both looked at each other, we didn’t have to say anything to each other, and we knew we both wanted to fuck Johnny right then and there.   I leaned in to kiss him, my hands grabbed his soft, freshly shaved face, our lips met and we made out like teenagers.  Michelle dropped to her knees, unzipped Johnny’s pants and released his erect cock.  She stroked it for a little while watching us make out then took him in her mouth.  Johnny was a fantastic kisser, I didn’t want to stop but my desire to suck on his cock won out.  I dropped to my knees to be side to side with Michelle and we both sucked on Johnny’s throbbing cock while making out with each other. Johnny flicked on a light switch, turning a red light on in the hallway.  We were awash in red light, which just made things all that hotter.  Johnny told us the light meant someone was sleeping and to be respectful.  

    Johnny laid down on the bed and had me straddle him in a 69 position. I had every intention of continuing helping Michelle give him a double blow job, but Johnny happened to be very good at eating pussy and I soon found myself unable to concentrate on much but the building pleasure between my legs.  Michelle decided she wanted to ride Johnny’s throbbing cock and started to hoped on.  I cannot be sure we stayed quiet the entire time, I am pretty sure a few moans carried down the hall.  I thought I saw a shadow at the doorway at one point, but in the moment, I didn’t care about anything but my own pleasure.  The three of us switched positions, Johnny let it known he wanted to fuck my pussy next and had me lay down on my back.  Michelle then straddled my face while Johnny fucked me.  Michelle was grinding on my face as I licked her clit, pretty shortly she was trying to keep her orgasm quiet – which for her was very difficult.  I could feel Johnny’s grasp on my hips tighten and his thrust was getting deeper, he was getting close and asked where he should cum.  I knew he wasn’t snipped and I wasn’t currently on birth control, so cumming in me wasn’t an option, even though I so wanted to feel his hot cum hit my cervix.  Michelle on the other hand was on birth control and jumped at the chance.  Michelle bent over the side of the bed as I still lay in the bed enjoying the moment.  Our lips kissed and I could feel her breath as she gasped when Johnny entered her.  His strong hands locked on her hips as he fucked her hard.  She was building for an orgasm as he fucked her with abandon.  The scene was unbelievably erotic I remember thinking, the red light glow covered the room. Johnny, a young sexy firefighter was fucking my friend in front of me while I caressed her skin with one hand and rubbed myself with the other, all in a fire station with other people only a few rooms away.   If I had my magic wand at that moment I probably would have gotten off a dozen times.  Johnny’s grunt of “I’m cumming” broke my spell and brought me back to the moment as his cock spurt deep in her.  When he pulled his semi-hard cock from Michelle’s wet pussy, it was glistening in juices, his and her cum coated his very sexy cock.  I took it upon myself to clean his cock with my mouth.  Michelle collapsed on the bed with Johnny’s cum leaking out of her pussy, I used my fingers to play with her clit and feel how truly soaked she was.  In the door way I saw a flash of movement and the sound of scurrying feet.  I guess we did put on a show.