u/Cymru_hotwife_hunter

Been reading through posts on here this afternoon (working hard) - like a few have mentioned themselves, I've ended up mostly meeting hotwives after a few odd meetings/interactions with cucks.

I've been on Fab for a few years on and off, and was inspired to move over here after seeing a few accounts posting.

What I've found - and what I wanted to ask others about - is the communication feels like it's becoming more broken down or transactional from the outset.

I'll reply to posts myself, but I also have hotwives contacting me on here and Fab. Whilst im conscious we all come from different backgrounds and have different motivations for being here, its felt like there's been an uptick on both Fab and reddit of demanding me to tick boxes that I'm unaware of; whether its communication style or information they want to hear.

It just seems quite odd that someone will find a post I've made, message me, and then immediately demand or expect something of me from the second I reply. Demands will be made about how quickly I reply, but then it will be radio silence for hours at a time from their end.

Obviously it's the game we all play on here, but I wonder if others have noticed this and if there's any tips that you've found help? These conversations generally go nowhere, I have a life and an approach on here that I'm happy with and if people are pushy or bad at communicating in the first 5 minutes it'll likely be rubbish in the bedroom (if it ever gets there).

Thanks for any thoughts or experiences!

Had a DM from a married woman on here saying that she'd read my previous post and was visiting Cardiff to meet a friend, but that plan had fallen through. She still had the hotel booked, but had decided to bring her bike as she's into triathlons - and had asked if I was free that evening. As we talked, we decided to go for a ride together in the morning, I'd show her the better routes and it'd be a more unique (and interesting for us both) way to meet someone before deciding if the chemistry was there.

An hour or so into the ride around the Vale of Glamorgan, and the brief stops for a drink from a bottle and to take in a nice view turned in to deep kissing and wandering hands. I was thoroughly enjoying riding behind her, and the chat turned from getting to know each other to discussing how we were going to fuck each other.

Reading the mood, I pulled some quick logistics with the route to make the most of my lodger being out, and we swung by my house.

Cycling gear isn't the most conducive to getting down to business, but she was quickly on her knees sucking me off, and it didnt take long before I pulled her bib shorts down to her knees and was fucking her from behind. She told me to finish inside of her, and was dead keen to ride back to her hotel full up.

A few hours to recover, and we were back together in her hotel room. Although we had plans for food, we didnt end up leaving the room. She'd taken a short walk into the city centre to buy some lingerie as I'd told her it was a real turn on for me to meet a married woman who'd dressed up for me to fuck her. She was quickly riding me with the lingerie still on - there's just something about a married woman that knows what she wants and is willing to take it.

Hopefully we'll get a chance to meet again next time she's in Wales!

Inspired by a few accounts on here I thought I'd post about a few experiences I've had; either from "real-life" so to speak, or through apps, with hotwives and couples. Hope you enjoy the first of a few posts!

My work schedule had meant that I'd needed to start using the nearby leisure centre to swim in the morning, and so I'd be in the pool at 6:50am and out by 8am. The building was really old school - small changing rooms, a shared locker space, open row of showers and a cold deep pool.

Within the first few days I'd noticed her between sets. She had a lovely body, and wore some really hot swimsuits. She'd go in the slow lane and spend 45 minutes doing breaststroke. She'd caught me looking as she walked onto poolside or left the pool straight away, and it wasnt long before we'd say hello if we saw each other coming/going from the pool or changing rooms. I'd noticed she was pretty quick to leave in joggers and a hoodie and straight into a SUV, so had - rightly as it turned out - assumed she was going for the school run.

She hadn't been wearing a ring any time that I'd seen her. Not unexpected in the pool, but there wasn't one when she'd arrive or leave either, and so when one morning I was quickly rinsing off in the showers and she walked in I shot my shot and asked if she wanted to get a coffee at some point. She thought about it for a few seconds, looked me up and down and then said a nearby coffee shop and 9:30 that day. Benefitting from my flexible schedule in academics, I made it on time and found her waiting for me.

We chatted, learning each others' names and what we were both up to, including sadly that she was indeed married - although still wasn't wearing a ring. Whilst it was an enjoyable hour, I'd already started to think about what I needed to get done with work later that morning as we were getting up to go, but as we left she stated bluntly but with real confidence and desire that I should meet at an address in an hour, and be wearing one of the pairs of speedos I regularly swam in.

After rushing home, not really sure what was going to happen, I showed up and was let in. Straight away however she was kissing me, and before I knew it I was carrying her upstairs, being directed to the bedroom. I briefly asked about her husband and was told he was out all day and that he doesn't fulfil her needs anymore. Although nervous on my part, things carried on, and on removing her joggers I found her to be wearing one of her lovely swimsuits. She'd taken my clothes off and stated that she thought that I'd appreciate seeing the outfit up close as I couldnt take my eyes off her at the pool when she wore it.

She then got to work sucking me off, really exploring for a long time before kneeling above me and telling me it'd been years since someone had eaten her out. I went to work between her legs, sliding the swimsuit to the side and devouring her pussy, getting so much pleasure from hearing her moan and tasting how wet she was getting. She'd started to move as if she was ready for something else but I'd told her between breaths that I wanted to make her orgasm with my tongue, to which she'd moaned harder and really pressed her pussy onto my mouth, eventually finishing with a loud orgasm.

She'd just about caught her breath and was immediately on top of me and sliding me inside - before I'd even said half a word she'd told me she was on the pill and wanted me to fill her up. It didn't take long, she rode me exactly how you'd imagine a woman that hadn't been fucked in a long time would do it, and as I finished she forced me as deep inside of her as possible to fill her up. "I've needed that for a long time" she told me as we kissed between regaining our breath.

She led me to the shower where we passionately kissed, cleaned each other and fucked again, before I headed home with her number and a plan to meet again...