Confessions of a Hotwife: Hotwife and Cuckold Stories (The Hotwife Diaries Book 2)

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Thank you, dear Heavenly Father, for this aspect of marriage. There is an unseen connection that continues to link us after the literal one-flesh union. We both, being brought to God through Jesus Christ, are thrilled that He is the head of our union and has given us this gift. I was dating Two (2) men when I found out that I was pregnant. I had to choose between the two guys, which amongst them fit into my idea of a ‘perfect’ father/husband. I chose my husband over the other. My husband is the ‘Good-Guy’ type, very homey, decent, responsible and committed. The other gentleman is more of the ‘Fun’ type, full of energy and jokes. I don’t want to lose any of them – because they both mean different things to me. So, yeah, I’m also cheating on my husband (in fact, did I even stop cheating on both men?) This life! So f**ked up!”

I really do! Not just sexually but in all ways. When he comes home I love hugging him and spending a few minutes just the two of us. If we didn’t have three kids-watch out! But we do, so that usually has to wait until later.

I don’t think I could stay in character. “Hey you thief… whatcha doin trying to steal my heart? Come on over here so I can arrest you.” I’m laughing just thinking about it. I would still use the handcuffs though. confessions of We are building our own Five (5) bedroom house. My husband does not even know my son is not his child. My boyfriend and I are still putting two and two together until it’s time, and then I will leave my matrimonial home – going radio silent. I am just hoping he dies a natural death or I may have to figure something else out if he starts to prove stubborn. (There are numerous ways to kill a cat). I don’t love my husband, Dave, so I honestly do not have any sympathy left in my being for him or his feeling.”

While it’s hard to get naked when you’re not entirely thrilled about your body, I allow myself to let go with my husband and enjoy our intimacy. In turn, I watch my husband revel in my body–which results in me feeling better about this body. It’s obviously not too bad if he wants it and enjoys it so much.

Wifelovers are turned on by women who are already taken.

I am married to a preacher. I love him, but he’s hardly home. Preaching assignments here and there. The little time we get to be together too is always ruined by visitors and phone calls from Church members and their ’wahala’. Dave, I can’t even compete for his attention, let alone, time. That’s why I am having an affair with my Ex-boyfriend. At least, he sees me.”

Now I am sure he has been doing it for at least six months but the quilt has been over the bathroom door since last October. I can see when he is moving the quilt out of the way but never let on that I know he is watching me. I wanted to prove it to myself so badly I have placed the video camera under the blanket of my bedroom door aimed at the bathroom 10 times in the last few months. I can’t stop thinking about my older cousin. I hope I see him at the family reunion. Every time we run into each other it’s like we were never apart even though we are both married with children. He always initiates and can’t keep his hands off me when we are alone. The last time we saw each other there were so many stollen moments. Starting out with him sitting between me and his wife Nicole at dinner. Me, I’m a player. I know what’s up, and he married a bad girl. You can’t tame a bad girl with a wedding ring or pregnancy, and I know a part of him knows that too. I love the chase. I love the game. I love the sex. Variety is bae. Monogamy is nay! Hubby is a cool guy and all, but ‘cool’ ain’t shit. I’m a ‘HOT’ commodity, so I don’t limit myself to thinking only about my husband and kid. My customers also need my creativity to help solve their marital problems (I know you get the drift?). I think of every ‘call’ as a problem solving opportunity. I am selling more than just a body in a hot dress. I am selling ideas, perspectives, and insight into the mind of a man. I do the needs-based kind of sex: I determine my customer’s needs before I start to propose skills (solutions). My husband was transferred to a different region to work. He visits home on weekends and on holidays. That’s the genesis of my affair. Distance caused it. I know he’s probably also warming his bed as I speak. I wouldn’t be bothered if he’s cheating. All I pray he does is to practice safe sex, because that’s what I am doing in his absence. I am currently in love with both men.” As we have grown in our relationship and our knowledge of one another’s bodies, and as we have learned to be more giving in the bedroom, we have become better lovers. My hubby knows how to push my happy buttons, and I know what he likes as well.Now to the real problem that I have ignored and continue to let happen. My husband’s sister got killed in an accident 4 years ago and we took in her son Robbie who was 15 at the time now almost 19. I honestly don’t know how long he has been doing it but I know now he has been peeking into the bathroom when I shower. The doorway is covered by a large bed quilt and nailed above the door. Our new bathroom has the shower and tub enclosed in glass sliding door. It only happens when my husband is working the 3 to 11pm shift and only one-time months ago did I ask Robbie if he was peeking in, which he denied. I’ve been married for a few months (not even up to a year). I guess I’m cheating on my husband because he didn’t really meet my expectation. Don’t ask me what that means – because I am still figuring it out myself. He’s not enough for me in everything. My present worry is how secure (financially) I am going to be, with him. I don’t know why I married him. I know, it sounds foolish, but that’s the truth, Dave. I still can’t name one reason why I married him. Of course, I love him, but what kind of love it is – I don’t know. The man I am having an affair with, gives me GHs 2, 500, every two weeks. It’s been Seven (7) months now, and he’s still wiring that amount into my account. According to him, I deserve it. I deserve to be pampered. He makes me happy, Dave. Sometimes, I wish I could give him a baby instead.” The front doorbell rang and I could here him talking to somebody. I was in total panic mode totally exposed,