Kayla
Dillon had an appointment at 8 am so I knew he would be leaving the house early. It wasn’t so much that I wanted him to be out of the house, but I really wanted to call Meghann to tell her about what has happened in the past month since I last spoke with her. As soon as his car was out of sight, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
“Girl, somebody better be dying or bringing me a lot of money for this phone to be ringing at 7:30 in the morning,” Meghann mumbled into the phone.
“Good morning to you too sunshine!”
“Oh God, you’re one of those happy and chipper in the morning people.”
“Yeah, yeah, do you have a minute or do you want me to call you back later?”
“It depends on what you want.”
“I wanted to talk to you about what we talked about last time I called you.”
“Oh, about your husband wanting you to fuck other guys?”
“That seemed to have perked you up.”
“What can I say? I love the juicy stuff. So what’s going on?”
“Would it be weird if I said that I think finding his porn may have saved our marriage?”
“Maybe a little. I’m going to need more details than that to make a decision.”
“Well, finding the porn initially led to a big blowout fight that I was sure would be the end of us. Instead, it resulted in a long conversation about what was missing in our marriage and what we needed to do to fix things.”
“That’s a good start. What did you come up with?”
“We’ve both drifted apart from each other, and we both thought it was the other’s fault. We didn’t look at what we were doing ourselves to push the other away. We decided to have one date night each week that’s only about us.”
“That’s sweet, and I’m happy for you, but you did not wake me up for all this kissy sweet shit did you?”
“Jesus, I’m getting to the good stuff,” I laughed. “Reconnecting has allowed us to talk openly about his fantasies and things like that. I’ve got a much better idea of what he fantasizes about.”
“That’s a good first step. What did you find out?”
“First of all, he has no interest in sleeping with anyone else himself, and he made that clear right up front. He says that I’m the most beautiful woman in his mind and he wants to watch me be pleasured. He told me that he wants me to be his own personal porn star.”
“Did he mention wanting you to make fun of him or degrade him or anything like that? Anything about not sleeping with him anymore and only sleeping with other men?”
“No, nothing like that. He still wants me very much.”
“Good, that means you don’t have a cuckold situation on your hands.”
“I’m assuming that would be bad?”
“It’s not my cup of tea, but some people like it. It’s more for dominant women and men that have a secret sissy side. Most women in a cuckold relationship put their man in chastity and don't give them any pleasure.”
“Dillon is definitely not a sissy. I don’t see why people would be into that. What could the man possibly get out of it?”
“The hell if I know. I like being in control now and then, but I get off on my man getting off.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. So this is the other thing you said on the phone last time. What was it called?”
“Honey, you’ve got yourself a full-fledged hotwife situation on your hands. You’re a lucky girl. I can’t tell you how many of my friends are jealous because I’m in a hotwife relationship.”
“Wait a minute. Are you telling me that your friends actually know about it?”
“Not all of them. Just the ones I can trust not to tell everyone my business.”
“I don’t think I’m going to tell anyone but you.”
“Oh, so you’re going to go through with it?”
“What? No, that’s not what I said.”
“You just told me you weren’t going to tell anyone. That would insinuate that there was something to tell.”
“I don’t know what to do, Meghann. We’ve been talking a lot about it, and it really turns him on.”
“What about you? Does it do anything for you?”
“Honestly, the more we talk about it, the more it becomes my fantasy too. I’m just scared that if I do it, he’ll regret it or something and it will break us for good.”
“I have a feeling that’s something you won’t have to worry about. If you’d like, I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.”
“What do you mean? I’m not ready to do this just yet.”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Why don’t the two of us go out clubbing this weekend? I’ll take you to a couple of my favorite spots and show you how easy this is if you want to pursue it. It’ll just be a girls night with no pressure to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll have some drinks, dance, and let all the boys eat their hearts out.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been clubbing? Probably before I got married. That sounds like fun. Let me run it by Dillon, but I can’t see him having a problem with it. I’ll call you back this evening.”
* * *
Dillon was almost asleep when I came home from work, but I’d been thinking about my phone call with Meghann all day, so he was just going to have to wake up and talk to me.
“Babe, are you asleep?” I asked, knowing that he was right on the edge.
“Almost, what’s up?”
“Do you remember my friend Meghann from college?”
“Vaguely, why?”
“Well, I called her today and was telling her about what we’ve been talking about lately.”
“What? You mean about the fantasy? Why would you tell anyone that?”
“She’s the only person I’ve told. Besides, if you remember her at all, she was always the slut of the group. Apparently, not much has changed except now she’s a married slut.”
“I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”
“Okay, do you know that what you want me to do is called being a hotwife?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard the term.”
“Good, because Meghann is a hotwife. Her husband has the same fantasies as you, and she acts on them. He loves it apparently. Well, she wants to get together this weekend, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”
“Sure, I’m fine with it. Why wouldn’t I be? What are you girls going to be doing?”
“She wants to go clubbing.”
“Clubbing? You want to go clubbing?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I just can’t picture it.”
“I’ll have you know that I used to go clubbing quite a bit. She said she’s got a couple of spots that she likes to go to. She offered to show me the ropes.”
“Show you the roped of what?”
“Show me the ropes of being a hotwife.”