u/Vegan_natural

I always wanted to fuck a pro athelete since my teenage.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and yeah... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was.

After few minutes, player again sucking my lips as he loved them most and husband is only watching this time as he comes only once in a day.

This time player and I was more rough and little humilatiin to husband as he can't join but he keep holding my hand.

I came after this time in 40 minutes of marathon sex. We both sweating and kissing a lot.

After some more drinks he left to his tent and my husband took care of me.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

Update 1: Please ask questions directly here instead of messaging me

I always wanted to fuck a pro athelete since my teenage.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and yeah... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was.

After few minutes, player again sucking my lips as he loved them most and husband is only watching this time as he comes only once in a day.

This time player and I was more rough and little humilatiin to husband as he can't join but he keep holding my hand.

I came after this time in 40 minutes of marathon sex. We both sweating and kissing a lot.

After some more drinks he left to his tent and my husband took care of me.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

Update 1: Please ask questions directly here instead of messaging me

I always wanted to fuck a pro athelete since my teenage.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and yeah... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was.

After few minutes, player again sucking my lips as he loved them most and husband is only watching this time as he comes only once in a day.

This time player and I was more rough and little humilatiin to husband as he can't join but he keep holding my hand.

I came after this time in 40 minutes of marathon sex. We both sweating and kissing a lot.

After some more drinks he left to his tent and my husband took care of me.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

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We are just getting started.

I am in a very healthy relationship with my husband sexually and emotionally as well.

I set a boundary where I only meet some athlete or pro kind of person as a hotwife because I feel this will be the right way to keep your standards high.

The problem is this will narrow down our fun part very rarely and my husband insists ( through health discussion) on relaxing that rule

Am I really picky or am I correct in my choice?

Edit 1 : please stop DMing me and reply here . It will benefit the community as well

Update for clarification: my main reason is my husband is already way too good in bed so why waste my energy with some random guy

Pro athletes are good in bed ( proven scientifically ) , they can only give extra pleasure

We are just getting started.

I am in a very healthy relationship with my husband sexually and emotionally as well.

I set a boundary where I only meet some athlete or pro kind of person as a hotwife because I feel this will be the right way to keep your standards high.

The problem is this will narrow down our fun part very rarely and my husband insists ( through health discussion) on relaxing that rule

Am I really picky or am I correct in my choice?

Edit 1 : please stop DMing me and reply here . It will benefit the community as well

Update for clarification: my main reason is my husband is already way too good in bed so why waste my energy with some random guy

Pro athletes are good in bed ( proven scientifically ) , they can only give extra pleasure

So far I have blown/fucked two famous athelete and spend a date night with one fringe athelete. I am getting addicted to their hold and grip.

Update - I am a mommy of two kids so I am having big aerola

Update 1 - why getting downvotes

Update 2 - you can read one of the encounter in detail here. https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/s/zPf37bYGaZ

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I always wanted to fuck a pro athelete since my teenage.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and ... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was. Three people who actually wanted to be there, no games, no pretense. My partner gets off on seeing me desired. And instead of that being some dirty secret, it's actually made our relationship stronger. We trust each other more. We communicate better. We're more attracted to each other.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

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I always wanted to fuck a pro athelete since my teenage.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and yeah... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was. Three people who actually wanted to be there, no games, no pretense. My partner gets off on seeing me desired. And instead of that being some dirty secret, it's actually made our relationship stronger. We trust each other more. We communicate better. We're more attracted to each other.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

So this thing happened in Iceland and I still don't really know how to talk about it

We were in Skaftafell, just wandering around the glacier center. Not even doing anything crazy, just looking at melting ice or whatever. And that's where I saw him.

I don't even know why I looked twice, honestly. But he caught me looking and smiled and yeah... something just clicked. We both felt it.

My partner noticed it too. Later when the guy came up to our table at dinner and asked if he could sit with us, my partner literally kicked me under the table—the good kind of kick, you know? Like "do you see what I see?" We said yes.

He was this guy on a solo trip, just trying to get away from his normal life. Turned out he was actually a pretty well-known athlete but he didn't make a big deal about it. We just talked for hours. Wine was flowing. He was funny and smart and seemed genuinely interested in both of us.

But here's the thing my partner kept catching my eye. Every time I'd laugh at something the guy said, my partner would squeeze my hand or give me this look. Like he was... enjoying watching me enjoy it? It was building this weird tension that nobody was talking about but everyone felt.

When dinner wrapped up we were all just standing outside. The guy asked if we wanted to go for a walk

So we're walking back and the guy and I just... started talking more privately while my partner was a bit behind us taking some pictures of mountains. The chemistry was insane. When we got to the van the guy just kissed me. It wasn't planned or anything, it just happened. My partner was right there watching and he didn't stop it. He just kind of smiled.

We broke apart and there was this moment of awkward silence. My partner was the one who said it: "Do you want to come inside?"

The guy looked at me, I looked at my partner, and he nodded. So we all went in.

My partner just grabbed the chair from the small table and pulled it over to the side of the bed. He sat down. And he didn't say anything, he just... watched.

The guy and I started kissing again. Slower this time. More intense. And I could feel my partner's eyes on us. At first I was self-conscious but then it flipped—it was the hottest thing. Knowing he was there. Knowing he wanted this.

Things escalated pretty naturally. Clothes came off. My partner was still just sitting in that chair, completely focused. I could see how turned on he was. And every once in a while he'd make this sound or shift in his seat and I'd know he was into it. It wasn't jealousy or insecurity—it was the opposite.

After a few minutes my partner got up. He didn't say anything, just moved to join us on the bed. And it turned into this thing where we were all together. My partner kept touching me, checking in with me, making sure I was okay. He'd kiss me between everything. And he was into the guy too, in his own way.

It wasn't me and the guy with my partner watching anymore. It was all three of us, and it felt right. It felt honest.

Afterward we all just sat there in the campervan, kind of stunned. My partner held me and kept saying how proud he was of me. How beautiful I looked. How much he loved me.

The guy said it was the hottest thing he'd experienced because of how real it was. Three people who actually wanted to be there, no games, no pretense. My partner gets off on seeing me desired. And instead of that being some dirty secret, it's actually made our relationship stronger. We trust each other more. We communicate better. We're more attracted to each other.

No number exchanged, just one time experience.

Update -1 Why getting downvoted? Just want to share my experience with Reddit and answer some questions.

We were camping near Skaftafell. We are into the exhibition someway.

That guy was on a solo trip. I got his attention. We offered dinner with us and ended up kissing as we were a bit drunk and later I was having my first hotwife experience and later ended up in a threesome.

I liked it too much that now I love to imagine him with my husband whenever I am about to orgasm.

We were camping near Skaftafell. We are into the exhibition someway.

That guy was on a solo trip. I got his attention. We offered dinner with us and ended up kissing as we were a bit drunk and later I was having my first hotwife experience and later ended up in a threesome.

My concern is “Are we too fast or this is way how things should happen organically”

Please suggest

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We were camping near Skaftafell. We are into the exhibition someway.

That guy was on a solo trip. I got his attention. We offered dinner with us and ended up kissing as we were a bit drunk and later I was having my first hotwife experience and later ended up in a threesome.

We were camping near Skaftafell. We are into the exhibition someway.

That guy was on a solo trip. I got his attention. We offered dinner with us and ended up kissing as we were a bit drunk and later I was having my first hotwife experience and later ended up in a threesome.