Now that I'm in my forties (gasp), there are a few terms in my vocabulary that I wouldn't have expected: Cuckolding and Hotwifing. As I've come to understand, both of these terms have to do with open sexual relationships within a marriage, but the terms have distinctly different meanings. I've also learned that the distinction is important and not everyone who partakes in these types of activities sets the boundaries the same way. When playing with others, it's important to establish where the boundaries are.

For us, hotwifing means that I'm allowed to have sex with other men or women so long as my husband, Johnny, can watch or I share the details with him subsequently. Let me tell you, I went on quite a journey before I would really understand that this is something that Johnny wanted me to do, and actually turns him on. While I was reluctant at first, the hotwifing experience ultimately enhanced my own sexuality. Basically, the hotwifing experience is thrilling for Johnny because it only makes him slightly vulnerable while he learns more about my sexuality. We also both enjoy the process of him “reclaiming” me.

Johnny was always clear that he was not interested in cuckolding. I've learned that the distinction with cuckolding is that it includes elements of humiliating the husband or taking control of the sexual environment. I certainly understood why Johnny wouldn't be interested in that, and I kind of wondered why anyone would be interested in that. However, as I learned more about open marriages and cuckolding, I learned that a lot of men actually like being cuckolded. Some of them really, really like it. It got me wondering if that concept may be something that Johnny would come around to. Some of my “bulls” would ask if my husband was cuck, and I would always say no. Johnny was pretty clear about that, also in situations where we would watch me have sex with others. However, the thought stayed with me that he might actually like it.

I don't have as much hotwifing fun as some others that I've met because I tend to be selective about new partners. I always want to make sure they can be discreet.

One day, I was out at a bar near work with some colleagues. I had an anklet on. It didn't have one of the hotwifing charms that I would wear when I'm looking to meet someone new. I should probably write up a separate story about what I learned and experienced about hotwife anklets.

Anyway, there was a guy at the bar who was out with his friends and was getting chatty with us when we would get drinks. When it was my turn to buy the next round, he coyly made a remark to me, “Hey, I couldn't help but notice your anklet. Does it mean what I think it means? I really like it.”

He completely caught me off guard. First of all, I had forgotten that I had the darn thing on. It was sort of a habit, I guess. Second of all, that was extremely forward of him, but I guess that's kind of the point. Thirdly, he was 100% on point. I didn't quite know what to say, and I could tell my face was getting red as I was searching for a response.

“It's okay,” he continued as he could sense my uneasiness. “I see you are out with your friends. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just thought we might have something in common.”

This was interesting to say the least. I found myself growing curious about his intentions. “No worries,” I finally replied. “Look. Let me get these drinks over to my friends. If you want to chat a little, meet me at that empty table near the bathroom before I finish my drink.”

A few moments later, I saw him make his way over to that table, and he started browsing on his phone. It didn't look like he said anything to his friends, which was encouraging to me. I decided to approach him.

He was tall. I'd say about 6,2” with olive skin and dark curly hair. “I didn't think you'd meet me over here. What did you say to your friends?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he replied. “I told them I need to check some work email. Look. I know a thing or two about women who wear anklets, including that they may want to be discreet. I take it you know what I'm talking about?”

“Actually, I do,” I replied with a bit of a giggle. “I'm pretty sure my friends don't know about it. I'm Claire, by the way.”

“I'm Henry.”

“Nice to meet you. Look. I'm not looking to hook up or anything, but I'm intrigued by your possible experiences, and I can chat for a few minutes before I finish this drink and return to my friends.”

“Fair enough. I'll come right out with it. I have multiple experiences as a bull, and I think more people should enjoy that type of experience. Most women shut me down if I inquire about an anklet. I assume it's either because they are embarrassed or it isn't intended to have meaning. Are you from around here?”

“I come here from time to time. How about you?”

“I live about 25 minutes from here, and I'm primarily here to catch up with friends.”

“I'd love to learn a little more about you. I'm going to go to the bathroom. If interested, leave your number on this table for me to retrieve after I pee.”

I was delighted to find his number on a napkin before I returned to my friends.

It was a few weeks before I reached out to him. We exchanged texts and got to know each other a bit before deciding to meet again in person. We met for lunch, and we were definitely attracted to each other. I felt safe around him and felt open to talk about sex stuff with him, including my thoughts on cuckolding.

He was very open to talking about it and encouraged me to try it with my husband. He shared a few details of his experiences, including things that went well and things that didn't. I simply knew that Henry would be the right guy to try something with. It's just a matter of convincing my husband and finding the time.

I told my husband about my “date” with Henry and that I was considering some sort of meet-up with him. I didn't tell him specifically what I had in mind, but he was hot for the idea of a potential sexual encounter. He gave me a much-needed fucking after our discussion. I couldn't help but ponder how hot he would be for me after a meetup with Henry.

It wasn't until weeks later that I suggested a potential cuckolding encounter. He was reluctant at first, but I was able to warm him up to the idea of working it into a potential meetup with Henry. I was super excited and started planning the details with Henry. This is going to be quite an experience!