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this happened 16 May to 18 May (today) 2026.
husband waited at home but knew and was the first to get in touch with me based on a post i made elsewhere
My first encounter with a hotwife. Couple from next city over (hour and twenty away). Man was indifferent, wife was nervous. She’s had heavier than I but found it lacking due to stamina and ED. I couldn’t promise any different. It was to be my first sexual encounter in a while (last year, Novemberish), and im still sort of reeling from it happening.
We met at a cafe, i really begged her to just be normal. See it as a date. She pulled up in a VW. immediately i felt embarrassed. But she had the forward confidence to put me at ease. The cafe owner – known well by me, made small talk while bringing over my hot chocolate. She gave me a wink of approval. I felt safer.
She accepted or came to the conclusion that i wasn’t going to do anything malicious and liked the look of me. I had showered and prepared myself. She gave her husband a call and gave a simple word and she smiled and winked at me and said ‘I will’ and hung up.
She followed me back home, not a two minute drive and she parked on the road facing out in case of a getaway – but she fully admitted it was just out of habit, but health and safety were a part of her day job.
I took her upstairs and the place matched the photos i had given – albeit slightly more clean and cleared away.
I had no idea where to begin so she said to come to the bed – yes, she commanded me to go to my own bed. And she undressed me slow. Feeling me. I didnt feel ashamed for once. I felt loved and held. Appreciated. All the flaws of my overweight body while still there, felt ironically lighter. Accepted. Wanted. She smelled and tasted me and let me lay down while she carried on.
She sucked me. Licked my nipples and ran her hand along my fat pad above my penis and jiggled the ball not covered by fat and took it in her mouth. Im sensitive so i buckled a little and whined. She sat up and asked if it was okay if i worked to no longer wearing a condom. She said the most remarkable thing in that i was not out to hurt her or take anything away from her, so she’d give herself to me. Whether a lie she told them all, or just for me, i was thankful
Exciting us both, that rose my manhood on edge, making we want her. We made love in doggystyle. Slow and plenty of grunts and moans to make her finish. She was a squirter but had not produced it yet. I was sort of glad. I had promised her that i would drink from her.
I was fully erect to the 4-5 inches without my fat pad and i was about ready. I held her beneath me and put the blanket over us – i liked the feeling. And i finished inside the condom, i fell out and she put me back in and pressed backwards, making me gasp and push in deeper. I shrivelled up and lay on my side so fast, i pulled out of the condom and it hung from her vagina as she kneeled there on hands and knees, breathing with her mouth closed. ‘Post-coital bliss’ she called it. She looked spectacular.
She then laid on my chest and quickly got her clothed back on and went down to her car and parked it deeper into my shared carport and brought up a day bag.
I had three days with her. Technically two and a half. And i actually wanted to experience her, not just fuck her, nor just breed her. And i made that clear that i want it to be memorable. I can get sex anywhere but i’ll never truly feel something. This made her kiss me. A nice kiss. One i still feel. ‘Thank you, love’.
She is 32 this coming month, and was blonde. Beautiful smile, even if the eyes were a bit sad. I loved talking to her, making her smile and happy about her hobbies and her passions made her accent kick in. It was a cute twinge, making her nose wrinkle.
We had sex once more before i was done for the day. We hung out, leaving netflix on in the background and planning our dinners. I was on my weight loss journey and she kept her figure on lock. She sat on my lap and played with my belly while i licked her ear and began fingering her. She lifted into an amazing drawn out orgasm she drooled onto my shoulder while she leaned in a daze. She garbled and cooed for a bit before coming back to me.
We showered and prepped to leave again. Her car was smart. Both technology and flash. I come from nothing and will most likely leave with nothing, so that is probably the closest i’ll ever get to sitting in a Rolls Royce. She drove us to NOT my regular grocery store and we shopped like a couple. We strolled and planned, i grabbed her and she stroked me while pondering healthier alternatives for her and i both. I was so sensitive yet yearning. I even questioned my emotional motives, never during sex, but moments like those i truly missed out on.
While we waited in line i reflected. Sex is easy. Free in many cases, cheap in others, cheating in the rest. But what i truly felt something for was those moments of newly wed-like bliss of tension but relief. I was well and truly spent and had no interest in sex. But it was those beautiful minutes at that store with her made me feel truly more alive – but also: human.
We cooked together and cleaned together. And i tasted her for dessert as a thank you while i fondled my one exposed ball. We showered together – surprisingly easy, she was slender enough and we washed each other. Yet another moment of intimacy and sexuality without actual sex. I washed her vagina and anus and she did the same with my penis, pulled back the foreskin and kissed me when she knew i was watching her.
We slept together. Serenely. On my super single bed with my couch pressed against it for more room we might need. Under a fleece blanket and with the heater ticking off. I slept soundly.
The next day was a pain but in a good way. She wanted morning sex and to go for a walk with her. I gave her my best shot, and it ached and curled my testes into my body quite sharply. We showered together, slightly less intimate, but we were both sore – she wasn’t as wet from the rush of sleep into orgasm.
We walked quite a ways, about 3 miles which was easy for me. But i could see she wanted the release of serotonin to match the after-sex glow. It was frosting and it matched her hair perfectly. We stopped in at the cafe to warm under their outside gas heater and finally spoke about what it was that drew her to me.
My post was honest. Deep. Reflective. She had had plenty of sex with triple digit men, she made that clear – sex clubs, gangbangs, and even dogging. But never had she felt any camaraderie with any of them. Anything soulful. Not that she was in love with me – she was in fact going to renew her wedding vows soon and had no interest in leaving her husband. But she was after something normal. She had somewhat had enough of the riles and wilds and the nightlights and dim hotel rooms. My bachelor pad and the moments of shopping were the most normal relationship she ever experienced.
She revealed then that she could not bear children. I’ll say now the whole reason why she wanted to stay over was because she wanted to conceive and i had thoughts on becoming a father but not quite a dad. I wasn’t mad. I was too stunned to be. Instead i asked why. She said it was between her husband and herself – which is 100% fair – yet she did tell me she wanted to know what it was like to have equals. To have affection with a person who was there the next morning. Who didn’t spit on her literally nor in their heads and ‘had’ her, but also needed her. Ironically, in my pathetic state physically, i became one of her most breathtaking lovers ever.
I stood up and brought her into a hug, and asked her if we should skip sex for the night. She was sad but happy to agree. If normal was what she wanted, then i was going to deny her abnormal expectations. We didn’t even kiss. Just held each other. I put my hand on her thigh and her hand cupped but didn’t escalate my manhood while we watched something online. It went from a documentary to a highlight reel and we bunked down for the night.
No morning sex. We went for a walk in silence. And the shower was seperate. Breakfast was small as she had to drive and immediately tend to her husband’s ‘needs’ when she got home. She called him and said she was going to be a bit and said that i wanted one last ‘romp’. And we did just that. While people went for their morning workouts and went to work, before my appointment elsewhere:
We made love.
It was glorious. Long. True. I won’t say any more but suffice to say this: I will never forget coming with her at the same time. And i so hope wherever she is now, she could see the love in my eyes. Not love as we know it. But love as she needs it. Real sensing of her essence. A full 180 of her accepting me, to me accepting her. I filled her with every sperm cell i had cultivated over the half day, night, and morning, and of course – i had no condom on.
We cuddled and never stopped kissing until her alarm sounded. ‘Call Kev’. She did. I was fuming. I wanted to keep her. But i’d be just like him. For my own reasons, instead of letting her spirit reach.
She didn’t end up eating breakfast. She chose instead to get something on the way. Something told me she couldn’t stand being around me anymore. I had known her too much for too long. Her and i both saw how screwed her life was. But who am i to judge, nor save. I’m barely saving myself.
We hugged without a kiss goodbye and i watched her leave. Her poor motor turned over without a warm up and she left without indicating, cutting off another car.
I miss her. I need her. Maybe it was a mistake to ask for an affair not just a fuck. What else am i supposed to do? What else could i do?
She’s not my wife.