19.5 A Big Surpise

I shall never tire of ‘first times’ with Bulls. The excitement of the unknown is truly intoxicating and equally addictive. Each time, every nerve ending in my body seems to be supercharged, awaiting to be ignited. This particular night however was on another level. The shock of Ashley’s arrival from the US had now subsided and I now felt like a great explorer, surveying new territory. One who was ready to discover the unknown expanse of the man between my legs.

17. Hiatus

Having seen in the new year across the pond in New York, 2020 seemed to hold such promise. We arrived back in the UK with a spring in our step following an unforgettable trip and we were excited for the encounters we had planned ahead. Covid however, brought everything to a standstill – including this blog!

16. Question Time

Due to the release of our recounts of the events that unfolded in NYC, the chronology of the blog is somewhat out of sync; my last post before this mini-series, 14. A Night on the Town took place back in February 2019! I therefore decided that before I return to retelling my encounters of 2019, that I would take stock of all the questions that I have received since embarking on this journey and answer them along with my faithful Stag, as many of the questions I receive naturally involve him.

15.5 Crossing the Pond

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.

15. Crossing the Pond

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to go to the ‘Big Apple,’ particularly around Christmas, to experience the many delights that it has to offer. I never imagined that those delights would come in so many different shapes and sizes. My Stag and I had arranged our short break during the early stages of entering the lifestyle and had never intended for it to include a ‘Hotwife’ event, but when planning our activities coincided with an introduction to a very experienced Bull, who happened to reside in NYC, it seemed almost rude and foolish to ignore a perfectly good opportunity to create new ‘Vixen’ memories.

14. A Night on the Town

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.

13. ‘Tis the Season…

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.

11. Trick or Treat?

I have always been a fan of Halloween for it signifies for me the start of the run up to Christmas and I have always been a huge child at heart. This particular Halloween however, will now forever be fondly remembered for a whole different reason. Perhaps a new tradition may have been introduced?

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.