How my wife became a hotwife

Probably not many will read this, but I wanted to write it down anyway. My view on hotwife/cuckold

This is our story, so it’s not a judgement on/about others. We all have our own reasons of why we ended up in a hotwife/cuckold relationship. As long as it’s consensual, honest and both partners are happy, all is good.

It’s also our view/opinion, so you don’t have to agree with it. I am interested in responses tho, doesn’t matter if you agree or not.

First to say, my wife and I are the same age, early 60s. We met when we were early 50’s so we already had a life time of experiences. In this case sex, and we both were very active. 

Some things that very often seem to come back in posts, stories and I guess discussions about cuckold / hotwife are:

• husband has a small cock
• husband can’t perform or not often
• wife still has a high desire for sex
• The bull is more often than not a very good looking black man with a sizable cock

And probably all of the above is true.

While I grew up catholic, it was less strict (we aren’t from the same country).  While her rebellion was black men, mine was trans women and some times a man. Also women, of course. While the word cuckold seems to date back to 1200 or there about, I only heard it recently. I already had experience in previous relationships. Way back when, when the sky was blue, sex was dirty and God was a boy, I used to live with a prostitute, who used to go to work in the evenings. Then later I lived with a very senior female executive, who was a dominatrix, not 7/24 but it was a big part of our life. Not just that, she had a friend who owned an escort agency and she would help her friend out sometimes. My first ex, that means, woman I had a long term relationship with, used to meet her ex for sex and he paid her. 

We’ve only started doing the cuckold/hotwife since 2025. When we just met we had some events, but when I asked her to marry me she said yes, but from now only you and me. I had to swallow, but she was the priority and our sex life was amazing anyway. We did start to go to BDSM dungeons, private ones.

The men she’s been with since we started, except one, are all from the Mediterranean. Which she always liked anyway. For her sex with a good looking black men, isn’t making the naughty, break rules dream a reality. She’s been with them. One day it may be a black man, but it’s not a goal.

As hotwife, she sets the rules. I’m not allowed to have sex with other people, and I’m 100% fine with that. On occasion she may allow me to either meet a trans woman or go to a gay cruising/glory hole/darkroom. But where I want details, she doesn’t want to know.

When she comes back from a date, she’s very happy humiliating me, telling how good it was, and the she needs it because I’m not able to give her what she wants. That’s part of our turn on. She also may ignore me, or tell me to look after myself while she leaves the bedroom. Other times, she may give me a handjob.

During our bdsm/roleplay sessions she is 100% submissive. We tried to swap, she can’t.

I think, we rolled into the hotwife/cuckold because of our BDSM roleplay. We dress up, but not only in the, specially for her, naughty uniforms. Also real ones. For instance I have a priest outfit. 

Then during “vanilla” sex in bed, we talked about her having sex with other men. Also, because she is a social butterfly, which are her words. She loves to party and mingle. 

What tipped the scale:

She was away for work, after dinner a group went to a nightclub and she danced with one or more male colleagues. Doing her signature slut-drop. Then she danced mostly with one guy, who at a certain moment said, he wanted to fuck her. She said, I can’t, I’m married. I tell her, that can’t left the door open, won’t would have closed the door. Can’t blame him because as she told me she was rubbing her ass against his cock. He’s in a relationship, his partner doesn’t know. She told me all this and it turned me on a lot.  I believe her nothing happened that night. Well on the way back to the hotel in a taxi with 3 men, everybody a bit or more drunk, I’m sure hands may have wondered. 

A few days later she says, he contacted her on Facebook to see if she wanted to meet up. She told/asked me and I said, I’m good with that, but I want to hear about it. But, more important I said, you need to want it. You make the decision, I can only give you approval. Again some days later she says, they will be in the same city in a few weeks at the same time. She is early 60’s, he is about 35, good looking Italian. They met up, in her room. She send me pix of the lingerie she was wearing. As I was going away for business for an extended period it took about 8 weeks before we saw each other again. But that evening/night I was hornier than ever been.

So far I have to do with stories and some photos/video as me being there hasn’t happened. Which is another interesting thing, except two of the men, all the other when she said she would tell me, freaked out a bit. Some of them are in relationships, when they asked why she would tell, she says: because otherwise it would be cheating. They can’t comprehend. 

The first one, where I will be present is in a few weeks. Not all the time, but part and there will be photos and pictures.

If I’ve not bpred you to death by now, if you have any questions, ask.