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Middle Aged Hippie (hotwife/exhibitionist)

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11 months ago. Tuesday, February 18, 2025 at 7:11 PM

After exposing myself in a way I had never done I did a lot of thinking while driving to meet my husband for dinner.

The main thing was do I tell him or not? I had permission and he is the one that suggested this in the first place, but my biggest hang up was, could I actually go through with fucking another man while married? Flirting I had done before, it was harmless. Flashing, I had been convinced to do it once when I was in the Army. Fucking another man while married, that was a big deal to me. I honestly wasn't sure I could go through with it and if I did could I be ok with it? 

Walking into the restaurant I realized that it wasn't going to be hard for anyone, let alone my husband, to notice that I wasn't wearing a bra. I hated having large boobs. 38d's were a pain when I was in the Army, and I still hated them today. The two women that I was with during my army days were both small chested. I loved that look on them and always wished I had the same. Nevertheless, I was stuck with them, so I made the best of it.

As soon as I sat down and took my coat off, he noticed. He asked why I wasn't wearing one and I just casually told him, "You wanted to share me with other guys, I thought I might see if anyone noticed". He told me that not many people are going to miss them as hard as my nipples were. I downplayed it and still pondered if I was going to tell him what I had done or not. For now, the answer was, NO. 

After we ordered and were waiting on dinner, my husband, Brian, was scrolling through his phone and not really paying much attention to me. I was kind of surprised since it was unlike me to not wear a bra in public and it didn't seem to be doing much for him. I was still worked up like crazy, my nipples were still at attention and my panties were completely soaked.

My mind was going over a million things, I wanted to know what Ryan thought of my boobs, did he like them, was I too old, would he go for an older woman? Thats when I realized, OMG, I wanted to fuck him. I was in this neck deep at this point so sitting right across the table from my husband I texted Ryan. "Did you like what you saw?"


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