Here’s another conversation—this time with Dan, a husband who said he was open to the idea of his wife exploring… until the signs suggested she might have already crossed that line.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. These stories are for entertainment purposes only within the context of the hotwife and cuckold lifestyle.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 10:14 AM
Hey Jeff, I wrote to you about a month ago about my wife, Katya, and Jeremy—the guy from her dancing classes who’d been hitting on her. I told her that, in our mid-thirties, I wouldn’t mind if she explored something new, but she pushed back hard.
Then there was a party with some of her dance mates, and since partners were invited, I went too. Jeremy was there, and halfway through the night, with the drinks flowing, he put his hand on her thigh right in front of me.
She let it sit there for a second before pushing him away.
Later that night, I asked if she’d ever consider doing anything with Jeremy. She shut it down immediately—he’s not her type, we both know him too well, and she doesn’t want to cross that line. She’s always been faithful, so why would she start now?
I told her I wouldn’t mind, and she cut me off straight away. “You’re crazy. No.”
That was that—until last night.
She went to a birthday party for one of the dancers. It was supposed to be just the women, but later in the evening, Katya called me. Some of the others had brought their husbands. She asked if I wanted to join. I told her I had to finish something for work, which was true, but honestly, I also couldn’t be bothered going out, so I stayed home.
At 12:15, she texted: I’ll be late.
I didn’t think much of it and went to bed.
I woke up at 4 a.m. when I heard the front door open. She was home.
I got up and went downstairs. She was in the entrance hall, kicking off her heels.
“Hi, hon,” I said. “Did you get a cab?”
She nodded, gave me a quick smile, then looked away as she slipped off her coat—avoiding eye contact.
Immediately, I felt something was off. Guilt, maybe?
“Anything happen?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, gently pushing past me and heading straight for the bathroom.
I followed and waited outside as she took a shower.
It took forever.
I stood there, my mind racing. What if something happened? Could Jeremy have been there? What if…? No, she wouldn’t. But… what if she did?
Back and forth, back and forth. My chest tightened, jealousy and trepidation gnawing at me—and yet my cock was hard, arousal washing over me at the thought.
When she finally came out, I couldn’t hold back. “Was Jeremy there?”
She placed a hand on my chest to move past me, murmuring, “Yeah.”
I didn’t budge. I caught her hand, holding her back just as she was trying to squeeze by.
“Did something happen with Jeremy?”
She looked at me, our eyes locking.
“Did it?” I pressed.
She shook her head, staring at me, biting her lip.
Then I asked, “Anything happen down there?” I nodded towards her legs.
She clutched her bathrobe closed over her chest with one hand and, with the other, covered her pussy—right where the robe had parted—still biting her lip. Then she shook her head again.
“I think Jeremy fucked you,” I said bluntly.
Her face flushed. She shoved me away and snapped, “Stop interrogating me!” Then she ran upstairs to bed.
I followed her. She slipped into her nightie without bothering to put on knickers and snuck under the duvet, turning onto one side.
I turned off the lights and joined her in bed, lying next to her, facing her back.
We lay in silence.
After a while, she rolled over onto her other side, facing me, and hugged me.
I wrapped an arm around her, and we fell asleep.
This morning, she woke up first and roused me with a peck on the lips. A soft, shy smile. Almost… sweet.
“Morning.”
I smiled back. “Morning.”
She hesitated, then asked, “Would you join me shopping?”
I said, “Yes.”
Then she slipped out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs, saying she’d make us breakfast.
I lay there, unsure what to do. Was that guilt? Or just her way of pretending nothing happened?
Sighing, I got up, put my clothes on, and joined her in the kitchen.
She wasn’t talkative, just keeping to herself as we ate. Different from earlier. More withdrawn. Almost like something was weighing on her.
As we were finishing our coffee, I decided to bring up the subject of the party.
“Honey, did you get drunk yesterday?”
She smiled shyly, blushing. “A little.”
I swallowed. “Did—did Jeremy try anything?” My voice was barely above a whisper.
She looked at me and held my gaze.
“Did he?” I pressed.
She didn’t answer for a moment. And then… she nodded.
I didn’t dare push further.
Now I’m writing this to you as she’s in the shower again—taking ages—before we go to the shops.
It doesn’t make sense. Why would she do it again?
Jeff, do you think she slept with him? What should I do?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 10:21 AM
Mate, I think you already know the answer.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 10:21 AM
I think I do, but… I need to hear it from someone else.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 10:24 AM
Alright, let’s break it down.
She dodged your questions.
She rushed to the bathroom.
She took forever in the shower.
She covered herself when you asked.
She got defensive.
And this morning? That delayed nod? Yeah. That was a silent confession.
So yeah, Dan, I’d say the odds are pretty damn high that Jeremy got in her knickers.
But let’s talk about the bigger picture. Because the real question isn’t Did she sleep with Jeremy?—it’s What now?
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 10:25 AM
I don’t know. I mean, I wanted this before. Or at least, I thought I did.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 10:29 AM
Yeah, but there’s a difference between fantasising about it and actually living it.
Look, mate—Katya might not have been ready for this, and judging by how she reacted, she’s struggling with it now. The fact that she didn’t come clean straight away tells me two things:
1. She knows you wanted this, but something about the way it happened didn’t sit right with her.
2. She might not be sure if you really wanted it, or maybe she wasn’t fully sure herself.
So the way forward depends on what you want now. Do you still want to explore this dynamic—with honesty and control? Or do you need to work on the trust side of things first?
Because let’s be real—if you keep pressing her for a full confession, you might get one… but then what? Will it actually help? Or will it just push her further away?
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 10:33 AM
I don’t want to lose her over this.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 10:38 AM
Then don’t make it about proof. Make it about understanding.
Next time you talk about it, don’t interrogate her. Just say something like:
“I don’t need every detail, but I need to know where we stand. If this is something you enjoyed, or something you regret, I need to hear it from you.”
And then—listen. No accusations, no loaded questions. Just let her speak.
This could be the start of something deeper between you two. Or it could be a moment where you both realise that fantasy and reality don’t always match.
Either way, you need clarity.
And for that? She needs to feel safe telling you the truth.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 2:45 PM
Jeff, we’re back from shopping.
But before that—after we chatted—I took her blouse from the wardrobe. The one she wore last night. She’d hung it way at the back.
She was in the bedroom with me, getting dressed after her shower.
She saw me pull the blouse out but said nothing. Just watched me.
I lifted it to my face and sniffed it. Right there, in front of her.
It smelled of men’s cologne.
I kept my tone casual, like you said, and asked, “It smells like his perfume. Do you want me to put it in the wash?”
She nodded.
Then I picked up her thong. She’d shoved it on the lower shelf of the wardrobe.
I held it up and asked, “If I smelled it, would I smell something of him?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I didn’t push. Just took the blouse and thong, went downstairs, loaded the washing machine with a few other things, and started the cycle.
Then we went out shopping.
She was much more relaxed after that. Linking arms with me, pressing close, showing affection. Almost… relieved.
Now we’re back home. She’s in the living room on the phone with one of the women who was at the party. I’m in the bedroom, but I overheard bits of their conversation.
She said: “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Then: “I never thought you’d do these things.”
Then: “He was—you saw how he was.”
And finally: “I don’t know, Claire. He wanted it so much, and I was weak, OK?”
Jeff… do you think she’s talking about Jeremy?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 3:12 PM
Mate, I think you just got your answer.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 3:13 PM
So she did sleep with him?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 3:17 PM
Look at what she said:
“I don’t want to talk about it.” → Guilt. She doesn’t want to relive it.
“I never thought you’d do these things.” → Sounds like Claire either encouraged her… or maybe even did something herself.
“You saw how he was.” → That tells me Jeremy was making moves all night. Persistent.
“He wanted it so much, and I was weak, OK?” → That’s the clincher.
Dan, if she’d only flirted with Jeremy, she wouldn’t be saying that. If she’d just let him kiss her, she wouldn’t be saying that.
That last line? That sounds like someone who gave in.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 3:19 PM
So what do I do?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 3:19 PM
That depends—do you want to punish her, or do you want to understand her?
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 3:19 PM
I don’t want to punish her. I just want to know why.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 3:22 PM
Then drop the cross-examination. You don’t need to ask her if she slept with him—you already know.
What you need to ask is:
“How do you feel about what happened?”
Because let’s be real—you’re not just looking for an admission. You want to know what this means for her, for you, and for your relationship.
If she regrets it? That’s one path.
If she secretly liked it? That’s another.
If she’s confused? Well, now you’ve got an open door to figure things out together.
But here’s the key—if you come at her in accusation mode, she’ll shut down. If you come at her in understanding mode, she might actually tell you the truth.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 3:25 PM
And if she won’t talk?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 3:27 PM
Then you wait.
Because one way or another, the truth will come out. Either through her actions, her words, or how she treats you in the days to come.
For now? Play it cool. Let her come to you.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 3:28 PM
Got it. Thanks, Jeff.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 8:28 PM
Jeff, he fucked her.
At dinner, I asked her, “Why did you say that if I sniffed your knickers, I wouldn’t smell him?”
She held my gaze for a long moment, then said, “Because they weren’t on me.”
I felt something drop inside me.
Then I asked, “So… if this morning, when you came home, I’d smelled you down there, would I have smelled him?”
She exhaled slowly. “Dan… he used a condom.”
And there it was. She admitted it.
“How many times?” I asked.
“Just once.”
“Was he good?”
She hesitated. “It was… different..”
I frowned. “Different how?”
She exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “I don’t know… different.”
“In a good way?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know, Dan.”
I held her gaze. “Did you orgasm?”
She hesitated, then nodded.
“And him?”
She sighed. “He got what he wanted.”
“He fucked you?”
She looked me in the eye. “Yes. He fucked me.”
Then she said, “Shall we talk some other time?”
I leaned forward. “I’m not blaming you. I just want the details. You know this stuff excites me.”
She bit her lip, then reached across the table and rubbed my hand. “I know. But I need time. When I’m ready, I promise—I’ll tell you everything. In detail.”
I swallowed hard, then asked the hardest of all questions. “Are you in love with him?”
She almost laughed. “No! I didn’t do it for that. I don’t even like him. It was just… curiosity. Remember what you said? In our thirties…”
I nodded.
Then, after a pause, I asked, “Is he bigger than me?”
She smirked slightly. “We’ll talk about details when I’m ready.”
“Just this one detail?”
She sighed. “A bit. Thicker.”
“I see. Did he last long?”
She didn’t answer.
I pressed. “Please, this is the last one.”
She bit her lip.
“Be honest with me, honey. I want to know. And I don’t blame you. I’m actually excited. Look.” I turned slightly and showed her the bulge in my trousers.
She looked at it, then at me, a small, cautious smile playing at her lips. “Yes. I don’t know, Dan… he just kept going.”
“You said you orgasmed. Once?”
She shook her head slowly, her eyes locked on mine.
I swallowed, my cock hard and twitching, my chest tight. “How many?” I mumbled.
A fleeting smile crossed her face again. “Honey, he fucked me for ages. I don’t know how long, nor do I remember how many times I came. But… it follows naturally that I came multiple times. Until he finished and pulled out.”
“You chafed?”
“A bit.”
“So, we’ll wait until—”
She reached across the table, rubbing my hand gently. “Once I’m OK down there and here”—she let go, gesturing to her head—”I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want. And I’ll tell you all the details. But I need some time.”
I smiled. A soft, bitter smile. “I can wait.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, smiling.
“I love you. I still love you. I want you to know that.”
She nodded. “Thank you. I love you too.”
And that was it.
Now I know. Not everything, but the essence of what happened.
But I’m torn, Jeff. I’m hard all the time, yet I’m jealous—like it’s stabbing me.
Is this normal?
And now, I’m desperate to know how big he is. And exactly how long he lasted. How he fucked her—where, in what position. How much she liked it. Did he feel her breasts? Did they kiss? Did she moan for him? I want to see her pussy. Is it open? Is it puffed? How chafed? How badly? … Yeah. Everything.
Why? Why is that?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:10 PM
Dan, welcome to the headfuck.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:11 PM
Yeah. That’s exactly what it feels like. But why?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:14 PM
Let’s break this down.
1. Your body is aroused. Your mind is reeling. That’s normal. You wanted this—fantasised about it—but now that it’s real, it’s messy. That mix of jealousy and excitement? That’s the hotwife paradox.
2. She admitted everything—but on her terms. That’s actually a good sign. She didn’t shut down. She didn’t lie. She’s open… but she needs time. Give her that.
3. The size question and all that. Mate, you’re already obsessing, aren’t you?
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:16 PM
Yeah. Why?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:19 PM
Because comparison is part of this game. Whether you realise it or not, you want the details. Not just to confirm what happened, but to feel it deeper. You’re leaning into the cuckold side now, and that’s where the size question comes in—it’s part curiosity, part submission, part ego.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:20 PM
So is this… bad?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:25 PM
No. It’s only bad if you don’t know what to do with it.
Right now, you’ve got two choices:
1. Lean into the fantasy – Talk more, let her share when she’s ready, build the erotic tension between you both.
2. Let the jealousy eat you alive – Keep poking at it until you’re miserable.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:27 PM
I want to hear everything, but I don’t want to push her away.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:28 PM
Then don’t rush. Let her want to tell you. Make her feel safe doing it.
And when she does talk? Just listen. Don’t interrogate. Just… enjoy it.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:28 PM
And the jealousy?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:29 PM
That? That fades with time.
Or, if you handle it right… it turns into fuel.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:30 PM
Fuel?
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:30 PM
Mate, if you play this right… the best sex of your life is coming.
Dan, March 8, 2025 – 9:30 PM
…Yeah. I think I know what you mean.
Jeff, March 8, 2025 – 9:32 PM
Good. Now stop overthinking, take a deep breath, and let this unfold naturally.
When she’s ready? Fuck her.
Fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. You’ll love it. She’ll love it.
And after that?
Who knows?
One day, you might even shake Jeremy’s hand for fucking your wife.
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