by Vivian Ward
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been clubbing? Probably before I got married. That sounds like fun. Let me run it by Dillon, but I can’t see him having a problem with it. I’ll call you back this evening.”
Dillon was almost asleep when I came home from work, but I’d been thinking about my phone call with Meghann all day, so he was just going to have to wake up and talk to me.
“Babe, are you asleep?” I asked, knowing that he was right on the edge.
“Almost, what’s up?”
“Do you remember my friend Meghann from college?”
“Vaguely, why?”
“Well, I called her today and was telling her about what we’ve been talking about lately.”
“What? You mean about the fantasy? Why would you tell anyone that?”
“She’s the only person I’ve told. Besides, if you remember her at all, she was always the slut of the group. Apparently, not much has changed except now she’s a married slut.”
“I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”
“Okay, do you know that what you want me to do is called being a hotwife?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard the term.”
“Good, because Meghann is a hotwife. Her husband has the same fantasies as you, and she acts on them. He loves it apparently. Well, she wants to get together this weekend, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”
“Sure, I’m fine with it. Why wouldn’t I be? What are you girls going to be doing?”
“She wants to go clubbing.”
“Clubbing? You want to go clubbing?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I just can’t picture it.”
“I’ll have you know that I used to go clubbing quite a bit. She said she’s got a couple of spots that she likes to go to. She offered to show me the ropes.”
“Show you the roped of what?”
“Show me the ropes of being a hotwife.”
14
Dillon
There was something extremely sexy about watching Kayla getting ready to go out clubbing with her friend. This was especially true knowing that the friend she was going out with was a promiscuous hotwife herself.
“So what kind of trouble are you crazy women going to get into tonight?” I asked Kayla playfully.
“Probably not the kind of trouble you’re hoping I’ll get into so settle down,” she joked back. “It’s been so damn long since I’ve been to a club that I don’t even remember what to expect. Hell, other than wine, I haven’t had a drink in forever.”
“Do you ladies need me to be your designated driver tonight? You can call me whenever you need me to pick you up.”
“No, we decided we’re just going to get an Uber at the end of the night. That way we’re not tempted to drive and don’t have to inconvenience either of our husbands.”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be any inconvenience, but I’d hate to be asleep and miss your call if you’re out late so an Uber is probably a good idea. So I guess you’re leaving your cars at home and taking an Uber there as well.”
“Yep, that’s the plan.”
I sat back and watched as she was getting ready. She’d chosen to wear a short red dress that hugged her body perfectly. It showed a decent amount of cleavage without being overly slutty. Of course, I wouldn’t have minded if slutty was the look she was going for.
“I hope you girls have a great time tonight,” I said as she was putting on her heels.
“I’m sure we will. See ya when I get home!”
Kayla gave me a kiss before grabbing her purse and heading out the door to the car that was waiting for her outside.
After she left, everything was pretty much normal. I turned on the baseball game, sat down on the couch and had a couple of beers. It wasn’t until she had been gone for a little over an hour that my imagination started getting the better of me.
I began to wonder about what she was doing. Was she having a good time? Was she nursing a drink while watching everyone party around her? Was she out on the dance floor with her friend? Was she grinding on any men while she was out on the dance floor? Was she flirting with anyone? Were they buying her drinks in the hopes of getting her drunk so they could get what they wanted from her?
All of these thoughts were rattling around inside my brain when one comment she’d made to me the day before came to the forefront. She had told me that her friend wanted to show her the ropes when it came to the hotwife thing.
At the time, I didn’t think much of the comment, but as I sat there alone, I started wondering what that meant exactly. Was she just taking her out to show her where to meet men or was she taking her out with the intention of meeting men. I was sure that Kayla would have told me if that was the case, but it was possible that she didn’t know what the plans were either.
I was no longer able to enjoy kicking back and watching the game. My mind was being far too active for that. I needed someone to talk to about what I was experiencing, but there was no way in hell that I was ever going to let my friends know about it. That’s when the thought hit me. I’d go on the internet.
When I first realized I had this fantasy, I searched out information about it to make sure I wasn’t crazy. As it turned out, there are lots of me who have the same fantasy as me, at least it seemed that way on the Reddit board that I found that was dedicated to the hotwife lifestyle.
Up to that point, I’d only been an observer of the threads and conversations posted. I’d never even bothered to create an account because an account wasn’t necessary to read. It was time to change that. I was going to go crazy if I didn’t discuss the excitement and anxiety that I was feeling with someone, so I set up an account and made my first post.
My wife is out for the first time
I’ve been reading the boards here for quite a while, but this is my first time making a post. About a month ago, my wife discovered that I have a wife sharing fantasy. At first, she was confused and a bit hurt that I wanted to share her, but that was because she didn’t understand what the fantasy is all about.
After spending plenty of time together and having several in-depth talks, I was finally able to convince her that she is amazingly beautiful to me and that I only want to share her because she is my ultimate turn on. She turns me on far more than any porn star ever could.
This conversation led to more discussions about the fantasy and some what-if types of scenarios. We even started role-playing in bed which led to some of the best sex we’ve had in ages.
Fast forward to tonight and she is going out clubbing for the first time in ages. We didn’t talk about her doing anything with anyone tonight, but by the way we’ve talked about it, I can’t help but to have the thought in the back of my mind. Oh, and did I mention that she’s out with a friend she hasn’t seen in a while…a friend who just happens to be a hotwife herself!
Anyway, I’m not sure what I’m hoping to accomplish with this post. I guess I’m just wondering how everyone else passed the time the first time their wife went out. I’ve done everything I can do to occupy my mind but nothing has worked. Help!
I hit submit and figured I’d be waiting around for any replies. Of course, I figured I would get some well thought out replies from men that have been in a similar situation. It turns out that I was giving most of the guys on that particular board way too much credit. Within minutes, I had several replies, none of which were helpful at all.
That’s really hot that your wife’s out at a bar. What does she look like?
Where do you live? If I’m close, you can tell me what bar she’s at and I can go hit on her.
What is your wife wearing at the club? Is she dressed like she wants to get fucked?
Can we see a picture of your wife? I’d love to see what she looks like naked. I bet she’s fucking hot.
How big are your wife’s tits? Does she shave her pussy? Let’s see ‘em.
Reading the replies made me feel really sad for some of t
he men in the thread. Most of them were simply there hoping to score some nude pictures of people’s wives. Not a single one of them were helpful to me whatsoever. If anything, it made me not want to come back to post anything else.
I put the laptop down and went for a run. Usually, I hate running, but when I want to clear my mind, it works better than anything else, even if it was just around the block a few times to work up a good sweat.
When I got home, I was going to go on Reddit and take down the post I’d made because I figured I’d just get more juvenile responses. I was surprised to see that someone had actually taken the time to send me a private message. I was even more surprised to find out that the message was sent from an actual hotwife.
Hi there,
I’m a hotwife and would love to offer you some insight from the woman’s point of you.
I hope you don’t mind me messaging you privately instead of posting in your thread. As you can see by some of the replies you’ve received, many of the people in here are just perverts looking for something to get them off. Anytime I post anything publicly, my inbox fills up with more dick pics than I could possibly look at.
Anyway, I wanted to write to you and let you know that what you’re feeling is completely normal. According to my husband, the anxious feelings nearly made him sick to his stomach the first time I went out. He paced the house back and forth the entire time I was gone. Now, he can’t wait to get that anxious feeling. He loves the way it makes him feel when he’s waiting for something but isn’t exactly sure what he’s waiting for.
I can’t speak for your wife, but if she’s anything like me, she isn’t going to actually do anything until you’ve had a conversation in which you give her explicit permission to do something. As fun as this lifestyle is, our husbands always come first, and a real hotwife won’t do anything if there’s even an inclination that their husband will be upset with them or if it could ruin their marriage.
I think it’s cool that your wife has a friend who lives the hotwife lifestyle. That can be extremely helpful, especially if she has questions about expectations and things like that. If she’s a good hotwife, she’ll explain everything to your wife, but won’t push her to do anything the two of you aren’t ready for.
It sounds like you and your wife have a great, loving foundation for your marriage, which is the most important thing when going into this. Just make sure she knows you love her and I guarantee she’ll do the same.
If you have any questions about anything I’ve said or the lifestyle in general, please don’t hesitate to send me a private message. I think it is good to be able to see things from both sides of the coin.
That one message went a long way towards putting my mind at ease. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and was able to sit back down on the couch.
I hoped that Kayla was having a great time out at the clubs. I couldn’t wait for her to get home so she could tell me all about it.
15
Kayla
The music was loud, and the bass was pumping so hard that I could feel it in my bones. This wasn’t the type of place I would have usually frequented. I was more of a hole in the wall bar type of girl, but there was no denying that everyone in the club was having a great time.
Following behind Meghann as she pushed through the sea of people heading to the bar, it was easy to see why she liked this particular club. There were men everywhere, and almost every single one of them was like a piece of eye candy. There weren’t any unattractive people there at all.
I thought I’d picked a great outfit to come to the club in, but as soon as I got to Meghann’s house, she looked at me and shook her head.
“What is this?” she asked.
“What is what?” I replied, genuinely confused as to what she was asking me.
“That dress is not going to work for where we’re going.”
“Why not? What’s wrong with it?”
“We have so much work to do. Get in here.”
I paid the driver and told him we weren’t leaving again after all. My dress looked pretty damn sexy, at least in my opinion, so I could only imagine what Meghann had in mind for me.
She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me towards her bedroom. Along the way, we passed a tall, attractive man standing in the hallway talking on his phone.
“Hey there,” he said as we walked by.
“Jack, this is Kayla. Kayla, that’s my husband, Jack.”
“I thought you guys were leaving.”
“We are, but do you see what she’s wearing? Anyway, we don’t have time to talk right now, honey. I gotta get her changed so we can get out of here.”
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Kayla,” he laughed.
“You too,” I yelled as Meghann finished pulling me into her room.
“Get out of that dress. We’re gonna put you into something that’s going to get you some attention.”
Meghann and I were nearly the same size, so everything she had fit me perfectly. I kept pointing to different dresses she had, only to have her shake her head at me. In the end, she had me in a black dress with a pair of ankle high boots. She called them fuck me boots.
As soon as we walked up to the bar, I could feel so many eyes on me. The dress that Meghann had put on me was much shorter and lot more low cut than anything I would have ever picked out, but I was getting a hell of a lot of attention wearing it. As hard as it was to admit, it looked so good on me; I wanted to fuck myself.
We were having a great time at the club. Although I’d brought plenty of money, I didn’t buy a single drink the entire night. Meghann didn’t need to buy any drinks for herself either.
Even though I wasn’t going to be hooking up with anyone, I knew that Meghann’s husband had given her a permanent hall pass, which meant that if she wanted to sleep with someone else, she could. Armed with this knowledge, I watched how she interacted with people. If I was ever going to make my husband’s fantasy come true, I needed to see how a real hotwife does things.
She spent the majority of her time out on the dance floor, dancing seductively with the men who would come up behind her. I paid attention to how she would lean in close when she whispered into their ears and how she always touched them, even if it was a minor thing.
Every single guy she came in contact with ate it up, and before I knew it, she had multiple guys paying attention to her and basically eating out of her hands. She had drinks coming to her left and right. In fact, she had so many drinks coming her that she had to pawn some of them off on me. Not a big drinker in the first place, it didn’t take long before I was feeling really good.
The alcohol allowed me to loosen up and I figured that while I was at the club, I should at least practice, just in case I decided to come out and do it for real someday.
I joined Meghann on the dance floor, and she introduced me to a couple of guys she was talking to. Before long, a couple of them had taken an interest in me and started dancing real close.
The man behind me, a tall guy with bright blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and strong arms, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. My ass was right against his crotch, and I could feel his bulge through his pants. It wasn’t even hard, yet I could still feel it.
Thinking about what that could do to me started to turn me on. The man moved his hands from my hips and ran them up my body, running over my breasts and then allowing just his fingertips to run up my neck and into my hair. There was an intense lust in the air, and it was seriously making me wet. My wetness was made even worse when I felt his lips come into contact with my neck, right below my ear. He had no way of knowing this, but that was my spot.
I had no idea how long we’d been dancing, but if I didn’t get away right then, I was liable to turn around and let the man fuck me right on the dance floor.
“Can you excuse me for a minute?” I asked. “I’ll be right back,” I told him as I made my way off the dance floor and towards the ladies rooms.
I looked around for Megh
ann, but she was nowhere to be found. I was dying to get her into the restroom and tell her how excited I was and see what I should do. I tried calling her from outside the bathroom door, but she didn’t answer. I tried one more time and then realized I could hear her phone ringing inside the bathroom.
Relieved to know she was already inside, I opened the door and walked in, not realizing it was a bathroom intended for one person. The door had barely closed behind me before I saw Meghann, her ass barely on the edge of the sink, getting pounded by one of the men who’d been buying her shots.
I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was shocked, yet aroused. He was fucking her so hard, and I could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She glanced over and saw me standing there. Instead of getting mad and asking for privacy, she shot me a sly grin and went right back to getting fucked.
Figuring she was probably going to be a while, I went back to the dance floor and enjoyed a few more free drinks and danced with the men who were buying them for me.
Eventually, Meghann came strutting out of the restroom. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was in shambles, but she couldn’t help but flash that big bright smile at me, proud of how naughty she’d been. I had to admit that I was a bit jealous that I wasn’t the one propped up on the bathroom sink getting my brains fucked out.
Before we left, the man I’d been dancing with grabbed my phone and put his number in it, telling me to call him anytime I wanted to get together, and he’d show me a great time. I said I might just have to do that, strongly considering it and wondering what Dillon would say when he found out I had another man’s number in my phone.
