7. Bigger Bulls

Having experienced two incredible encounters with different Bulls, you could say my appetite for my new ‘hobby’ had been well and truly whetted. The apprehension I had initially felt for this lifestyle was slowly being eradicated and had been replaced with a greater curiosity and thirst for more meetings. My husband being very intuitive, was riding the wave of my excitement and continued to seek new men to introduce me to.

3.5 Two’s company, three’s even better!

As if the act of sleeping with a woman wasn’t already surprising enough, there was another element to the threesome that I still can’t quite believe happened myself.

6. Past the point of no return

Two agonising weeks followed the intensely charged meet with my potential new Bull. I still refer to him as ‘potential’ due to the fact that no sexual act had occurred yet between us. Something that was soon to be rectified. The date for our private meeting had been arranged during my journey home from our first encounter, a sure indication of how successful it had been. In the days leading up to my overnight trip, the two of us shared increasingly suggestive texts about what was about to occur and it was clear that we were both equally excited. The day had finally arrived.

5. New acquaintances

Now that ‘Pandora’s Box’ was well and truly open, I was eager to feed my curiosity about what men, other than my husband, had to offer in terms of sexual expertise. Unfortunately for both my Stag and I, our initial Bull had returned to distant lands and with him, the only unattached and familiar individual I had any physical attraction to.

We racked our brains and our contacts, in the hope that we would unearth an eligible male to continue to explore the world of Hotwifing with.

3. Two’s company, three’s even better!

Considering how shocked I was to learn of my husband’s desire to share me with other men, it was only a couple of weeks before I found myself preparing for my first sexual encounter with someone, who was not my husband.

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As I danced the night away with my university friends (circa 2007) to Scouting For Girls’ She’s So Lovely, the lyrics “She’s flirty, turned thirty and that’s the age a girl gets really dirty” blared out of the speakers. Never in my wildest dreams did I think, that fast forward a decade, those ‘eloquently’ put words would so aptly describe me; a married woman with two young children. My thirties have indeed ignited a passion that, up until now, laid dormant awaiting the right spark. That ‘spark,’ being my husband encouraging me to sleep with other men…

Secret Vixen: Confessions of a Hotwife – An honest and open blog about how I became a Hotwife and entered the world of the ‘Vixen, Stag & Bull’ kink.