There was something extremely sexy about watching Kayla getting ready to go out clubbing with her friend. This was especially true knowing that the friend she was going out with was a promiscuous hotwife herself.

“So what kind of trouble are you crazy women going to get into tonight?” I asked Kayla playfully.

“Probably not the kind of trouble you’re hoping I’ll get into so settle down,” she joked back. “It’s been so damn long since I’ve been to a club that I don’t even remember what to expect. Hell, other than wine, I haven’t had a drink in forever.”

“Do you ladies need me to be your designated driver tonight? You can call me whenever you need me to pick you up.”

“No, we decided we’re just going to get an Uber at the end of the night. That way we’re not tempted to drive and don’t have to inconvenience either of our husbands.”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be any inconvenience, but I’d hate to be asleep and miss your call if you’re out late so an Uber is probably a good idea. So I guess you’re leaving your cars at home and taking an Uber there as well.”

“Yep, that’s the plan.”

I sat back and watched as she was getting ready. She’d chosen to wear a short red dress that hugged her body perfectly. It showed a decent amount of cleavage without being overly slutty. Of course, I wouldn’t have minded if slutty was the look she was going for.

“I hope you girls have a great time tonight,” I said as she was putting on her heels.

“I’m sure we will. See ya when I get home!”

Kayla gave me a kiss before grabbing her purse and heading out the door to the car that was waiting for her outside.

After she left, everything was pretty much normal. I turned on the baseball game, sat down on the couch and had a couple of beers. It wasn’t until she had been gone for a little over an hour that my imagination started getting the better of me.

I began to wonder about what she was doing. Was she having a good time? Was she nursing a drink while watching everyone party around her? Was she out on the dance floor with her friend? Was she grinding on any men while she was out on the dance floor? Was she flirting with anyone? Were they buying her drinks in the hopes of getting her drunk so they could get what they wanted from her?

All of these thoughts were rattling around inside my brain when one comment she’d made to me the day before came to the forefront. She had told me that her friend wanted to show her the ropes when it came to the hotwife thing.

At the time, I didn’t think much of the comment, but as I sat there alone, I started wondering what that meant exactly. Was she just taking her out to show her where to meet men or was she taking her out with the intention of meeting men. I was sure that Kayla would have told me if that was the case, but it was possible that she didn’t know what the plans were either.

I was no longer able to enjoy kicking back and watching the game. My mind was being far too active for that. I needed someone to talk to about what I was experiencing, but there was no way in hell that I was ever going to let my friends know about it. That’s when the thought hit me. I’d go on the internet.

When I first realized I had this fantasy, I searched out information about it to make sure I wasn’t crazy. As it turned out, there are lots of me who have the same fantasy as me, at least it seemed that way on the Reddit board that I found that was dedicated to the hotwife lifestyle.

Up to that point, I’d only been an observer of the threads and conversations posted. I’d never even bothered to create an account because an account wasn’t necessary to read. It was time to change that. I was going to go crazy if I didn’t discuss the excitement and anxiety that I was feeling with someone, so I set up an account and made my first post.

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I hit submit and figured I’d be waiting around for any replies. Of course, I figured I would get some well thought out replies from men that have been in a similar situation. It turns out that I was giving most of the guys on that particular board way too much credit. Within minutes, I had several replies, none of which were helpful at all.

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Reading the replies made me feel really sad for some of the men in the thread. Most of them were simply there hoping to score some nude pictures of people’s wives. Not a single one of them were helpful to me whatsoever. If anything, it made me not want to come back to post anything else.

I put the laptop down and went for a run. Usually, I hate running, but when I want to clear my mind, it works better than anything else, even if it was just around the block a few times to work up a good sweat.

When I got home, I was going to go on Reddit and take down the post I’d made because I figured I’d just get more juvenile responses. I was surprised to see that someone had actually taken the time to send me a private message. I was even more surprised to find out that the message was sent from an actual hotwife.

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Hi there,

I’m a hotwife and would love to offer you some insight from the woman’s point of you.

I hope you don’t mind me messaging you privately instead of posting in your thread. As you can see by some of the replies you’ve received, many of the people in here are just perverts looking for something to get them off. Anytime I post anything publicly, my inbox fills up with more dick pics than I could possibly look at.

Anyway, I wanted to write to you and let you know that what you’re feeling is completely normal. According to my husband, the anxious feelings nearly made him sick to his stomach the first time I went out. He paced the house back and forth the entire time I was gone. Now, he can’t wait to get that anxious feeling. He loves the way it makes him feel when he’s waiting for something but isn’t exactly sure what he’s waiting for.

I can’t speak for your wife, but if she’s anything like me, she isn’t going to actually do anything until you’ve had a conversation in which you give her explicit permission to do something. As fun as this lifestyle is, our husbands always come first, and a real hotwife won’t do anything if there’s even an inclination that their husband will be upset with them or if it could ruin their marriage.

I think it’s cool that your wife has a friend who lives the hotwife lifestyle. That can be extremely helpful, especially if she has questions about expectations and things like that. If she’s a good hotwife, she’ll explain everything to your wife, but won’t push her to do anything the two of you aren’t ready for.

It sounds like you and your wife have a great, loving foundation for your marriage, which is the most important thing when going into this. Just make sure she knows you love her and I guarantee she’ll do the same.

If you have any questions about anything I’ve said or the lifestyle in general, please don’t hesitate to send me a private message. I think it is good to be able to see things from both sides of the coin.

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That one message went a long way towards putting my mind at ease. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and was able to sit back down on the couch.

I hoped that Kayla was having a great time out at the clubs. I couldn’t wait for her to get home so she could tell me all about it.