r/HotWifeLifestyle

Little background, I’m 29M, been together for 4 years, and we’ve discussed the idea of hotwifing for about a year but she’s been only interested in flirting with other guys at bars with her friends for fun, only if they are hot; nothing more, and usually not hot haha. Here and there she uses a toy in front of me and I watch or join, but that’s it. She’s innocent like that, and I just love the idea of her being turned on and getting off, and even if other guys finding her really attractive and turned on.

Fast forward a few weeks ago she was with her friends and drunkenly met this older guy (57) at a bar. She texted me “I met a hot man who won’t stop texting me”. I was kinda taken aback like did you finally find someone hot?? Apparently she flirted a little and just talked for an hour or so, and he was respectful and that it, nothing more. She didn’t tell him she wasn’t single.

Fast forward a month later shes been texting him on/off, and it’s been fun as she’s thinking maybe he could be like a sugar daddy thing. But he’s not really giving much, just talking a lot and inviting her places. Turns out last weekend we ran into him, and I pretended I was just a friend and she talked to him for a bit. She was all nervous and embarrassed but was like “oh shit he really was hot and he’s very nice but the texts are boring”. She wanted him to buy her things like a sugar daddy, but he’s not being flirty like that.

Suddenly, he invited her this weekend to go up to his friends party in another city, and she just suddenly said she’s embarrassed because “she’s kinda interested in going”. She’s all nervous, saying “what if he tries to kiss me??? Or im uncomfortable??” But then said there would need to be my rules if course.

Looking for advice. What do I do?? What should I tell her? Part of me is shocked this is unfolding, but another part of me can’t help but kinda wants to see her enjoy herself and possibly REALLY enjoy herself.

My wife had a few encounters now and it was a fun but she never felt the urge to meet another time.

Yesterday she met a new guy which was build a lot different than me. Not so much when it comes to his dick but in general a foot larger, muscular and overall a big guy.

Wife told me yesterday evening that it was good but not special compared to her other meet-ups.

Today she told me she wants to meet him again and said she felt extremely vulnerable and feminine sleeping with him which is something she never experienced before.

We started this for her arousal and confidence but I feel a little sick about this but good at the same time knowing she is getting something she seems to like.

They have planned to meet again this evening.

Did anyone here experience a similar situation? What did you do? Really sorting my feelings right now.

Just finished fucking my ex bf from high school in the back seat of my Tahoe, and all with my husband’s permission AND encouragement. My head is literally spinning right now. God I love this lifestyle

I'm a 35-year-old mom of two, married for 14 years, raised devout Mormon in Utah County, and the last person anyone would ever expect to be a hotwife

I was the good girl. The very good girl. Modest clothing, no coffee, no alcohol, temple marriage the day I turned 21, two kids by 28. I was taught from birth that my body belonged to my future husband, that my pleasure was secondary, that a woman's role was to serve, submit, and keep my husband happy. I believed it all. I lived it all.

And I was miserable.

By the time I hit 32, our sex life was mechanical at best. Once a month, lights off, missionary, no foreplay, done in a few minutes. I thought that's just what marriage was. I thought my lack of desire was my fault some spiritual failing I needed to pray about.

Then everything changed.

It started with a drunken conversation. My husband Paul had been drinking wine (I pretended not to notice), and we were actually talking for once. Really talking. He admitted he'd been watching porn for years. Interracial porn specifically. He told me he fantasized about seeing me with another man.

I should have been horrified. That's what good Mormon girls do, right? We recoil, we shame, we pray.

Paul and I talked about it for months. Roleplayed. He'd whisper these scenarios while we had sex—still rare, but increasingly passionate. He wanted to see me taken, filled, used in ways he knew he couldn't. He wanted to watch me become someone else entirely.

Our first time was carefully planned. Paul found him—tall, muscular, early 30s, professional, respectful but direct. Marcus. I didn't want to do it at a hotel. I wanted to be home, where I felt safe, where I could control things. But the moment Paul suggested having him over, panic flooded through me. A man. In our home. In the space where my children slept, where we prayed as a family, where I'd been a good wife for twelve years. It felt wrong, dangerous, like inviting something wild into our sanctuary. I kept imagining what the neighbors would think if they saw him pull up. What if he didn't leave? What if he wanted more than I could give?

Paul convinced me. He said I'd feel more in control on my own turf. He promised he'd be right there. He held me while I cried the night before, shaking, convinced I was destroying everything.

Something shifted in me. This wasn't just about me anymore. This was about serving my husband. This was about being the wife he'd always wanted. The programming kicked in—the lessons about submission, about putting his needs first, about finding joy in his happiness. If this is what he needed, if this is what made him look at me like I was the most desirable woman on earth, then I would do it. I would be brave.

Now? It's been almost a year. We do this almost every weekend. I've been with 12 different men, all hung, all skilled. Sometimes they come to our home. Sometimes we go to hotels. I've learned things about my body I never knew existed. I've learned that I can take more than I ever imagined—that my body, this vessel I'd been taught to hide and suppress and feel ashamed of, is capable of transcendent pleasure.

I've been spit-roasted between two men while Paul watched, stroking himself, telling me how beautiful I looked. I've been tied to our bedposts, blindfolded, left trembling for hours while strangers worshipped every inch of me. I've had orgasms so intense I, woke up crying, held in strong arms while Paul kissed my forehead and told me how proud he was.

The guilt was real at first. I cried in the shower so many times, convinced I was broken, perverted, damned. I still feel it sometimes—when I'm sitting in sacrament meeting, wearing my Sunday dress, smiling at the bishop's wife, knowing that 48 hours earlier I was on my knees in our bedroom with a stranger's cock down my throat and Paul filming it on his phone.

But here's what I never expected: Paul and I have never been closer.

We communicate constantly now. We plan these encounters together. He screens potential partners, handles the logistics, makes sure I'm safe. He gets off on the reclaiming sex afterward—when I'm still loose, still sensitive, still dripping with another man's cum, and he slides into me and whispers that I'm his perfect slut, his good girl who gives him everything.

I've become a size queen. I can't help it. Paul knows. He watches me take men who make him look like a boy, and he loves it. He loves that I can still be his sweet wife, his children's mother, his partner in every mundane daily thing, and also this insatiable, cock-hungry slut who plans her outfits around which bull she's meeting that weekend.

And I'm happier than I've ever been. it's saved our marriage

Every time I try to talk about the subject with my wife, she says she's not interested in having two penises at the same time. She says that if she were single, she might consider it, but since she's married, she wouldn't. She doesn't get upset about it; it's just that I can't convince her to try it. Of course, I don't want it to be something she's pressured into—I would just like to have some arguments or find some sources of information so she can see that it's perfectly compatible with being in a committed relationship.

Thanks in advance.

Has anyone ever had a situation where trust has been broken. In this case my wife who is amazing and has always 100 percent been open and honest about everything came to me after a solo play and confessed she got carried away and broke one of our set boundaries! I do trust her but now there is that lingering doubt.

Until this morning, there was a potential new third I had been talking to. He didn't like how long our vetting process was taking.I had let him know that between our kids' summer schedules, both of our work schedules, and just life in general, if he wanted something quick, we weren't for him. For reference we had been chatting for less than a week. It's not like we strung him along for six months.

He also was really squirrelly about his "don't ask, don't tell" open relationship with his wife.

I told him this morning that we were on the fence about it because we don't play with people if their partner doesn't approve. He asked what we needed, and I suggested a group chat with all of us to clear the air and check boundaries.

He got really heated, told me we had wasted his time, and to "reach back out if we ever decided to cut the apron strings."

I didn't even bother responding, just blocked him.

This is a week after a guy got pissed off that I hadn't responded to any messages on a night I told him we had plans and would be out of pocket.

Y'all. I'm getting laid. A lot. In a spectacular fashion. Why do these jackasses think we owe them something? Do they think their temper tantrums are going to be the key to access my wife's body?

It used to just be the young guys under 30, but it seems like it's everyone now.

This happened several years ago, right after we decided to start doing some hotwifing. My wife worked for this local business that finishes and sells furniture. They buy raw furniture from the Amish community and then bring it back to the shop where there are several employees who finish it.

The owner and his brother normally take a box truck once a week to get furniture. They normally leave on Friday morning and return on Saturday, so everything is ready for Monday. But the owners brother wasn't able to make the trip that week, so he asked my wife to go instead.

That night, my wife asked if I was okay with her going on an overnight trip with her boss. I was naturally okay with it, but jokingly asked her if she was going to fuck him. She laughed and said no, but a few minutes later, she followed up by saying he was cute.

I asked her again if she wanted to fuck him, and this time she said maybe. But she was concerned about doing it without me being there. So we made a promise that she could do it this one time without me being there if he was okay with calling me and letting me listen over the phone.

The next day my wife told me that she propositioned her boss and he was totally open to letting me listen in while they fucked at the hotel. So a few days later, on Friday night, they called me and listened while they fucked. I could hear the slapping sounds and my wife moaning. I heard her saying, "Oh my god, yes. Fuck me", and I could only imagine him fucking my wife.

Lately I’ve really been loving buying my wife certain items of clothing as a surprise as a gift, subconsciously knowing full well how good they’ll look on her and attract male attention.

Example- found this short alo dress that augments her boobs and I bought for her as a gift. They’re skin tight. She says she’ll wear them for me (and I do enjoy seeing her in them) but I also bought for them for other guys to enjoy.

I often find myself growing for stuff to buy her that I know will attract lots of male attention. Anyone else do this?

Since we’ve been married my wife won’t allow me to put her legs in my shoulder when we’re having sex. She said the size or curvature of my cock that made it very uncomfortable for her. One of the first hotwife videos she made for me blew my mind. Despite Marie initial hesitation the young guy put her legs on his shoulders and started pounding her. The sound of his skin slamming into her and the sight of her legs violently shaking made me very jealous and turned on at the same time. When Marie orgasmed the guy took her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them behind her head. My wife screaming went to a different level as the guy slowly grind himself deep into her.

My mouth hit the floor when I saw her being folded like cheap patio furniture. When I said something to Marie she seemed confused about her legs being behind her head. She genuinely didn’t remember it happening. (And yes she was 100% sober). When I showed her the video she still had a hard time believing it. She said she remember him putting her legs in her shoulder but it got kinda foggy after that.

I think it’s incredible that she was cumming so hard she didn’t remember it happening. My wife won’t care to look at the videos she makes for me. So, It was hot watching her rewind the video, over and over, looking at it in disbelief. When he started bouncing her off the mattress Marie said “Damn! He’s fucking me good”. Then she laughed and said “too bad I don’t remember it”.

Marie tried wrapping her legs behind her head like she did in the video. She came close but wasn’t able to do it. I was extremely jealous though. For over 15 years I couldn’t convince her to put her legs in my shoulder. However, this guy fucked her in a position I never imagine she could do. Overall, It was one of the hottest things I ever seen my wife do.

I see a guy that used to live here but moved to St. Louis a few years back but still comes into town occasionally for work. He will normally call me and give me a heads up a few days ahead to arrange a hook up.

About a month ago, he called and said he would be in town but he would have another guy with him. I asked if he was asking for me to take them both on. He went in to explain that this guy he works with was recently divorced and thinks he could really use some sex to get his mind off that and back on track to being with other women. I told him I wasn’t committing to anything until I met him. So I agreed to meet them both for drinks the first night they were in town.

We met at their hotel bar and I was pleasantly surprised in seeing it was a very well put together guy in his late 30’s who was very polite and complimentary toward me as we sat and talked. So after awhile the conversation turned to sex of course and the new guy had all kinds of questions regarding me being a hotwife having never been with anyone like that and further explained it was something his ex wife would have never even considered doing.

After we got that out of the way, my usual guy friend asked if I wanted to go back up to the room. I agreed and went upstairs with them both. When we got there my friend said he was ok if I wanted to start with just the new guy while he watched. I was ok with that and the new guy was a bit intimidated to begin with.

So we started and the new guy was surprisingly really good. He went down on me and got me to cum once with his mouth on me. I returned the oral favor to him and I could tell was nervous and anxious. I tried to get him to relax as I put a condom on him. As he laid back in the bed I mounted him and put him inside me. Well as I started to ride him it didn’t take long and I could feel him tense up and I knew he was about to cum. Sure enough I heard that familiar groan and he came inside me. He started to apologize and I stopped him and said no need to apologize for anything. I hope you felt good as I lifted off him. I took his condom off and stroked his dick for him as he sat up.

My friend looked at his younger co-worker and said this is your kick start to get back out there as he stood up and made his way to the bed for his turn with me. Our session lasted much longer as he was familiar with me as the younger guy watched us from the chair across the room. My friend made me cum several times before pulling out of me and finishing in my mouth. I took the opportunity to finish him off with my mouth making sure his co-worker got a good view.

Afterwards we sat and caught up awhile as my friend knows my husband well and he was asking about him. As I finally got dressed I did give the younger guy my number and told him when he comes back to give me a call ahead of time that I’d be happy to see him again.

Me 26F and my bf 28M started exploring sharing us with others and we started loving it too much.

We used to do threesome only with known faces because we were bit afraid to unknown faces as a new comer into this lifestyle.

On a club night, my bf met with an incredible smart guy and my bf knew that I would like him. He mentioned about me and seeing me on phone, that stranger liked me a lot. And we invited him at our place.

It was out of the expectations the fun he gave me. My bf understood that and asked me should we ask him again by following week. I told him yes please. Keep his details.

And after few rounds by a month, we both three became so close to each others that it would be hard to guess for people who is actually my bf when I am being fucked by two of them together. Our sex chemistry was insane, specially with him, licking each other for long times, swallowing each other creams without hesitation, kissing for 15/20 minutes even after we finished our sex, and we never used to be tired doing so mentality until our body couldn’t able to stand more.

I hope u understand. My bf was also happy seeing me so much happy to be eaten by that stranger. I was so happy to be fucked by him that we stopped calling my other friends for MFM anymore. My bf never felt angry on him or me rather he helped me always. He never even asked me why always him, not other guys you had before.

In the meantime we had some FMF too, and I never becomame jealous seeing my bf enjoying and eating other ladies, so it was fair from both side.

But problem arised when one morning I got a call from a lady and she claimed it was her husband, they even have babies. That stranger bastard lied with us saying he is single for multiple months. I met with that lady, she is so so heartbroken that it started killing me seeing of her crying face.

I called that bastard, he just said sorry. That lady asked me how many times he has been with us and foer how long. To make her sadness a bit less, I tried to say false claiming just once. But she showed me my photo where I am eating her husband ***k in a very wild mood swallowing his creams, that was so so disrespectful moment for me. Although on that photo my face was half, but it was cleared to her that it was me.

She told me that she has some photos of us that she cant even look at for second time, her heart is broken.

She told definitely those doesn’t looking like 1st time sex. I told her sorry, and mentioned everything what her husband told us about being beginning. I showed him our old chat.

It has been a bit but still we cant stop thinking about that.

It was the last time we had threesome with a stranger. Yes we do often now but only with known faces. I am really afraid to explore new faces although I really want, my bf too.

I will jump to topic directly. Me 26F and my bf 28M do threesome with known person only, with friends and some close colleagues and never done with a relative before.

It is from my cousin who is asking me. She is 30F, we have very close relations. She knows about out fantasy on threesome fun and aware of we often do it. Recently she had divorce and she wants some fun she never witnessed.

My bf would love to do cause he like women older than her and my cousin actually a stunning lady. Also, we choose always experienced women for FMF and young men for MFM.

But I am afraid she is very closed to us, and so far I never thought her like this way. I mean I dont know how much I will make myself heat for her even if I like girls although, after all she is my cousin. And for any other reasons, should we stay out of cousin or any relatives on doing threesome or sharing partner??

Leave your advice or text me pls, highly appreciated!!

Hey everyone just wanted to throw my story out there and see what everyone’s thoughts are and any advice for getting though it.

My gf and I have been together for a few years now. Recently we have been going through a rough patch and it made us grow a little distanced. There has not been that spark or intimacy. We got into an argument and we broke up this past weekend. She decided to go out with some friends that night and ended up going back to some guys apartment and sleeping with him. She came clean to me and we talked about it the next morning. I was not angry or upset. On the contrary I was very turned on as I had previously told her about my hotwife fantasy. However, this is not how I would have liked it to happen. She told me that her intentions were never to go home with someone that night but that this guy was very respectful towards her, he was giving her undivided attention and made her feel wanted in a way that she did not feel in this relationship. She said she does not regret the situation and if she could go back she would still do it again. I think this may partially be because I did not explode over this and reassured her that I understand why she did it but also because she enjoyed it and had fun. Despite this, I still feel some sort of anxiety about the situation. A part of me really loves what happened but the other part is almost like in shock and processing the situation.

Has anyone else been through something similar and If so how did it work out for you and your significant other?

In the years we have been in the lifestyle, we've had fun with both single guys and married guys. In our experience, she prefers married guys much more over single guys.

What do you prefer? Any reasons why?

My girlfriend has always liked teasing and flirting and recently told me that she has been fantasising about a guy she used to work with.
When I suggested she message him she was open to it and has been sending him progressively more suggestive texts and selfies.
She has been very open and showed me all the messages and he is very keen to meet her. She is going along with it and suggesting outfits and underwear for when they meet. She now knows how turned on I am by the whole thing and is definitely playing up to it to the stage where last weekend she was out with her friend and she danced with an older guy and kissed him. When she came home a little drunk she admitted she wished things had gone further and even the next morning she was horny about what she had done.
How should we proceed?

Recently I’ve spoken to two different women that wanted to be in the LS someway. They’ve looked at hotwifing but just didn’t know how to tell their husbands in fear they would look down on them. I wonder how common this is. It always seems like it’s the husband trying to convince the wife.

Last night I came home from my date and I was done. My pussy was sore, I was full of another man’s cum, and my body just didn’t want anything else inside it. My husband was waiting like he always does, ready for that reclaiming moment he loves. I know how much it means to him. I love him like crazy, that’s never changed. But when he pulled me close to undress me and I felt him getting hard against me, I just… couldn’t. I didn’t want his cock in that moment. I didn’t feel like wanting to spread my legs for him. I told him I was wiped out and needed to sleep. He went to bed upset and I felt like shit, but I also wasn’t going to force myself through it just to make his fantasy happen right then.

This morning we talked for a long time, just the two of us. I actually wrote this post on the breakfast table with him because I wanted him to be okay with what I’m saying. He knows I still love him and I’m not trying to push him away.

But I’m also not sorry I listened to my own body instead of pushing through for him. My mood mattered to me last night. I didn’t want to turn our sex into something I was doing for him like a chore. That would’ve made me resent it, and I don’t ever want our sex life to feel like that.

Yeah, some of you said it’s like a job or that I have a responsibility to reclaim him. I don’t see it that way. This isn’t work. It’s supposed to be hot for both of us. If I’m not feeling sexual after getting fucked stupid by someone else, then I’m not doing it. I can still tell him every filthy detail while I stroke his cock or suck him off. I can still hold him and kiss him and let him know he’s the one I come home to. That’s still us reconnecting. But full-on PIV reclaiming when I’m already satisfied and tired? Sometimes it just doesn’t feel right, and I’m not going to pretend it does.

I’m not choosing the lifestyle over my marriage. I’m choosing to be honest about what I need in the moment instead of faking it. My husband gets that. We’re figuring out together how to keep the hot parts without one of us feeling used or obligated. If that means reclaiming happens later, or different, or sometimes not at all after a date, then that’s what it is. I still want him to feel wanted. Just not at the cost of me ignoring my own feelings.

I’m not looking for more judgment. I’m looking for anyone who’s actually been through this shift and figured out how to handle it without it turning into resentment on either side. That’s all.

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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

My fiancé (29M) and I (28F) have always had an open relationship. He’s never been a dominant guy, and honestly, our dynamic has always leaned more submissive on both sides. A few years ago, while we were still dating, I got brave and planted the hotwife seed during some dirty talk. I told him how hot it would be to have another man take me, stretch me, and use me while he watched.

It did not land well at first. He seemed uncomfortable, and I dropped it immediately, thinking that was the end of it.

Fast forward through 3 years of dating and now 1.5 years engaged, and he has done a complete 180. He’s now absolutely obsessed. Every time we have sex he wants me to describe in detail how much i likes my bull and how he treats me. He asks about size, how I’d moan for another man, how it would feel to get fucked while he’s right there, creampies, free use… the whole thing. He’s sending me bull profiles, and constantly bringing it up both in and out of the bedroom.

I never expected him to get this into it. The humiliation aspect especially has grown on him so much, and honestly on me too. Seeing how desperate and turned on he gets when he sees me being claimed by a real bull has become insanely hot for both of us. But at the same time, part of me is panicking a little. It started as just fantasy talk, and now it feels like we are so deep into this

I love him deeply. Our relationship is strong, and I never thought we’d go this deep into territory. Ladies who started with just fantasy talk, did you eventually take the plunge? How did it change your relationship? And husbands/fiancés who got obsessed after your partner mentioned it… did it stay fun and hot, or did it start getting weird?

Would love to hear real experiences