u/Best-Pirate5073

So I recently moved out to Texas about a year ago and I moved in with one of my good friends from college (30F). She used to flirt with me in the earlier days when we were both single but nothing ever advanced and we never did anything past some back and forth flirting.

Since I’ve lived with her, she’s had a bf who she’s now been with for nearly 3 years now. He wasn’t around all the time but when he was, he was always a grade a douche. Always making snarky jokes, and just was an asshole to be around, not enough to cross a line, just enough to keep me irritated.

It got to the point where both her and him would nickname me the “tall idiot” as their idea of a running joke, I’m guessing because I am 6’7 but mainly cause I am always working and traveling and they think I don’t have my life together but that’s a different story 😂

One night we’re were all drinking, they went off to their room and I overheard them saying how “I am such an idiot and a waste of my size” and how I wasn’t doing anything with my life.

So in a weird way, I decided to fuck with them. They left the apartment for a long weekend getaway last weekend and I decided to make a “mold” of myself that night cause I figured it would fuck with both of them mentally and knowing her for years now, I knew she was the type of girl to use her toys often. I swapped it for the one she used most and that was that.

Since she’s got back, I noticed while he was gone that she started using it almost every night. I know because the walls are thin and she doesn’t hold back.

What I didn’t expect was how quickly it changed the temperature between them. He walked in on her once a few days ago and when she opened the door I was in the living room so I heard the whole thing and apparently she didn’t stop or cover up. She just kept going 😭

He still thinks she ordered it online. She never told him otherwise and never asked me or mentioned the random dildo at all. I think part of her likes that he doesn’t know. It lets her keep the secret and the superiority at the same time.

I hear her sometimes. Not every night anymore, but enough. There’s a specific way she breathes when she’s close that I recognize. It used to be aimed at me, years ago, in a different context. Now it’s aimed at a piece of silicone that happens to be shaped like me, while the man she chose sits in the next room knowing he’ll never measure up and not knowing why.

I thought I’d feel clever. Most days I just feel like I left a version of myself in their apartment that gets more honesty from her than I ever did. So sort of petty on my end but I think it’s my way of a crazy payback lol.

I’ve never told anyone this story but this shit is too good not to share lol. 😂

A few years ago I had a roommate I couldn’t stand. He was one of those guys who thought he was better than everyone else and was a straight up douche.

He was always traveling for business and one time before he left town for a month, I overheard him talking about a surprise he’d ordered for his girlfriend who had been living with him at our apartment for almost 5 months at that point.

A few days later, while helping him with send over a file he forgot on his personal laptop, I saw a shipping notification for a package headed to our house and figured it was the gift that he recently had mentioned. 👀

My original plan was just to mess with him and hide the package for a day or two or some stupid shit like that.

Instead, curiosity got the best of ya boy and I said “fuck it” and opened it!

It turned out to be an adult toy. What surprised me was how basic the package was. Plain box, plain plastic, no branding or paperwork….

That’s when I got a much worse idea.

A while before that, during the holidays some friends had given me one of those molding kits as a joke. I ended up finally using it, finished my business…resealed everything, and put it back.☠️

His girlfriend grabbed the package when she got home from work that evening. He assumed she’d gotten exactly what he’d ordered….

Over the next few weeks, I’d occasionally overhear her talking to him on the phone from the other room. Every now and then she’d mention the gift and how much she was obsessed with it. Nothing graphic, just enough that it was obvious the surprise had been a hit. Meanwhile, he had no idea they weren’t talking about the same thing. 🥴

After he got home, I overheard them talking about it again. He was clearly confused because what she was describing and I assume she showed him didn’t match what he remembered buying.

He eventually convinced himself there had been some kind of shipping mistake.

As far as I know, neither of them ever figured out what actually happened.

I’ve never admitted it, and after all these years, I still laugh about it more than I probably should.

I wonder if she kept it or he made her throw that shit away 😂😂😂

A recent experience I had has been on my mind, and I think it might speak to a lot of women reading this subreddit…especially the ones who are happily married but feel that quiet, nagging pull toward something *bigger*.

I’m a traveling massage therapist. I’m a 6’7 Black man, and yes, I’m very well-endowed. I spend my life on the road, working on clients all over the country. A few weeks ago in Texas I received what was hands-down the best massage of my life from a gorgeous woman in her mid-30s to early 40s. After the session I told her how incredible it was and, half-joking but also serious, offered her a job as my personal traveling massage therapist.

What started as a professional conversation quickly turned into something much more intimate. Over the next two to three weeks we talked almost every day. I opened the door to my real world…the stories of sleeping with other men’s wives, the details of what that does to both the wife and the husband, and yes, the occasional picture of my massive cock when the tension between us had already grown thick.

She got *invested*.

She got turned on.

And then she started to freak out.

She told me she felt guilty. She’s married. She loves her husband. She never thought she would be the kind of woman who would get this wet over another man’s words and pictures. The guilt was real… but so was the arousal. She kept coming back to the conversations even while telling me she felt bad about it.

This is exactly why I’m writing this post.

**Dear married women who are reading this and recognizing themselves right now:**

It’s okay to feel both things at once.

It’s okay to be happily married *and* completely turned on by the idea of stepping outside the life you’ve built.

It’s okay to dip your toes into the deep end.

What you’re feeling isn’t brokenness. It’s not a sign that something is wrong with your marriage. It’s the natural tension that happens when a woman who has been “good” her whole life suddenly gets a taste of something raw, powerful, and forbidden. Your body and mind are reacting to real sexual energy….not a fantasy caption, not a porn video, but an actual man on the other end of the phone who lives the lifestyle you’re curious about. That hits different. It lands deeper. And yes, it can feel scary.
The guilt you feel? That’s your love and loyalty talking. It’s protective. But the arousal? That’s your desire talking. And desire doesn’t just disappear because you’re married. It’s allowed to exist. You’re allowed to explore it…slowly, carefully, honestly….without having to blow up your entire life.

I’ve seen it happen again and again. Women who start off “just talking,” just being curious, just enjoying the attention and the thrill. Some stay right there at the edge and that’s enough. Others eventually decide they want to feel it for real. Both paths can be valid if they’re chosen with open eyes and radical honesty (with yourself first, and with your husband if and when you decide to bring him into it).

You don’t have to decide everything today.

You don’t have to go from zero to full hotwife in one leap.

You’re allowed to test the water. You’re allowed to feel guilty and turned on at the same time. You’re allowed to want more and still love the man you married.

The women who seem to navigate this best are the ones who stop punishing themselves for the desire and start getting curious about what it actually means for *them*. Not for the fantasy version in their head. Not for what their husband might want. But for the real woman who is suddenly feeling things she didn’t expect to feel.

If you’re that woman right now, the one who is married, satisfied, and still somehow aching for something bigger…I just want you to know you’re not alone, and you’re not bad for feeling this way.

It’s okay to dip your toes in.

The water is deeper than you imagined… and a lot of us are already swimming.
I’m happy to answer any genuine questions (from women especially) in the comments. Just be respectful.

**Disclaimer:** This is simply my perspective as a bull who interacts with many married women. Every marriage and every woman is different. Nothing I said here is meant to pressure anyone into doing something that would hurt their relationship. Radical honesty and protecting your marriage should always come first.

A recent experience I had has been on my mind, and I think it might speak to a lot of women reading this subreddit…especially the ones who are happily married but feel that quiet, nagging pull toward something bigger.

I’m a traveling massage therapist. I’m a 6’7 Black man, and yes, I’m very well-endowed. I spend my life on the road, working on clients all over the country. A few weeks ago in Texas I received what was hands-down the best massage of my life from a gorgeous woman in her mid-30s to early 40s. After the session I told her how incredible it was and, half-joking but also serious, offered her a job as my personal traveling massage therapist.

What started as a professional conversation quickly turned into something much more intimate. Over the next two to three weeks we talked almost every day. I opened the door to my real world…the stories of sleeping with other men’s wives, the details of what that does to both the wife and the husband, and yes, the occasional picture of my massive cock when the tension between us had already grown thick.

She got invested.

She got turned on.

And then she started to freak out.

She told me she felt guilty. She’s married. She loves her husband. She never thought she would be the kind of woman who would get this wet over another man’s words and pictures. The guilt was real… but so was the arousal. She kept coming back to the conversations even while telling me she felt bad about it.

This is exactly why I’m writing this post.

Dear married women who are reading this and recognizing themselves right now:

It’s okay to feel both things at once.

It’s okay to be happily married and completely turned on by the idea of stepping outside the life you’ve built.

It’s okay to dip your toes into the deep end.

What you’re feeling isn’t brokenness. It’s not a sign that something is wrong with your marriage. It’s the natural tension that happens when a woman who has been “good” her whole life suddenly gets a taste of something raw, powerful, and forbidden. Your body and mind are reacting to real sexual energy….not a fantasy caption, not a porn video, but an actual man on the other end of the phone who lives the lifestyle you’re curious about. That hits different. It lands deeper. And yes, it can feel scary.
The guilt you feel? That’s your love and loyalty talking. It’s protective. But the arousal? That’s your desire talking. And desire doesn’t just disappear because you’re married. It’s allowed to exist. You’re allowed to explore it…slowly, carefully, honestly….without having to blow up your entire life.

I’ve seen it happen again and again. Women who start off “just talking,” just being curious, just enjoying the attention and the thrill. Some stay right there at the edge and that’s enough. Others eventually decide they want to feel it for real. Both paths can be valid if they’re chosen with open eyes and radical honesty (with yourself first, and with your husband if and when you decide to bring him into it).

You don’t have to decide everything today.

You don’t have to go from zero to full hotwife in one leap.

You’re allowed to test the water. You’re allowed to feel guilty and turned on at the same time. You’re allowed to want more and still love the man you married.

The women who seem to navigate this best are the ones who stop punishing themselves for the desire and start getting curious about what it actually means for them. Not for the fantasy version in their head. Not for what their husband might want. But for the real woman who is suddenly feeling things she didn’t expect to feel.

If you’re that woman right now, the one who is married, satisfied, and still somehow aching for something bigger…I just want you to know you’re not alone, and you’re not bad for feeling this way.

It’s okay to dip your toes in.

The water is deeper than you imagined… and a lot of us are already swimming.

I’m happy to answer any genuine questions (from women especially) in the comments. Just be respectful.

Disclaimer: This is simply my perspective as a bull who interacts with many married women. Every marriage and every woman is different. Nothing I said here is meant to pressure anyone into doing something that would hurt their relationship. Radical honesty and protecting your marriage should always come first.