My whirlwind adventure in the ‘Big Apple’ had well and truly begun and already provided me with many memories that I would be unlikely to ever forget. I had only been on US soil for a few hours and in that short time I had sipped cocktails in a sophisticated rooftop lounge, danced to live music in a cosmopolitan bar and experienced my first ever BBC back at my hotel. Having barely slept in the last 24 hours, one would have expected me to have tucked myself up in bed in order to get a good night’s sleep before hitting the sights but at that moment in time, I was wide awake and had an insatiable appetite for the local man I had only recently met in the flesh.Read More 15.5 Crossing the Pond
I would love to write that a follow up meet with the newest ‘potential’ was arranged within days of our first date but the sad truth was, life and the responsibilities that come with it, got in the way. Several weeks in fact passed before we were able to arrange a second meeting and once more, it was arranged in secret without my knowledge. My January blues which had well and truly sunk in following the Christmas period, were about to be deliciously lifted.Read More 14. A Night on the Town
Leading up to Christmas, things went a little quiet on the ‘Hotwifing’ front due to it being such a busy time of the year. Although it was a little disappointing not to have had any physical encounters with my Bulls for a spell, it did however provide me with an opportunity to ‘meet’ some possible Bulls online through social networks.Read More 13. ‘Tis the Season…
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.Read More 5. New acquaintances
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.Read More 1. My Journey Begins