I am a hotwife. I am also a hot wife and a wife. So that is at least three different versions of being me (and don’t even get me started on my professional, social, sporting, hobbyist, domestic roles). I am a complex of multi-faceted personalities and preferences, or, as the social anthropologists like to put it, I have as many faces as the people I know.
Take last weekend for example. I had to be a professional in preparing some presentations, a partner in soothing my husband’s furrowed brow about work issues, a provocateur in sending private pics to well hung followers and a promiscuous hotwife in sucking a very thick, deliciously heavy cumming cock of a new friend I had made through this blog. That is a whole lot of people pleasing right there, but it is mostly me The Pleaser, rather than me The Pleased.
There is an odd dynamic about the hotwife lifestyle and I keep teasing it over in my mind: who owns the pleasure? Well, if we believe the caption fodder that is thrust down our necks (although I am not at all averse to having lots of certain objects thrust down my neck) the hotwife is permanently horny, always in short skirts with improbably high heels, always wearing a sultry expression and always about to bring 5 guys back to the apartment that have been ‘hitting on her’ all night. And all the time she looks very pleased with herself.
What we don’t see in captions is that she is worried about an issue at work, or that the guy she has spent the last month texting every night didn’t turn up at the bar for their first meeting, or that he did and was not at all her type, or that he treated her unpleasantly, or that her husband just seems so fixated about hotwifing that she feels quite alone and isolated. But of course, those kind of captions don’t act as clickbait do they, so no-one really likes or reblogs those.
Of course, as we read the comments that guys post on all of these pics (‘I wish My girlfriend would do that’) or read their bios (‘Horny husband hoping that one day his wife might make his dreams come true’), we soon realize that the hotwife lifestyle is massively out of gender balance. There are many, many more men that want their wife to become a hotwife than there are women that are hoping their husbands will let them (don’t believe the captions that say, ‘Thank goodness, why hadn’t you asked me to before’ - they are almost complete male fantasy).
So, why do so few women actually ever go through with this fantasy chat and become hotwives? The answer is simple: the men are only emphasizing one aspect of their woman - the hotwife. She also needs to feel that she is a hot wife, and a wife.
What does it mean to be a hot wife? It means that we walk with confidence, we flirt with confidence, we enter a bar with confidence and we smile with confidence, even when no one is chatting to us. Why? Because our husbands have made us believe that we really are a hot wife. We are loved. We are admired. We are hot in our own right, guaranteed and we don’t need some cock-wielding hopeful to convince us of that.
What does it mean to be a wife? We are respected. We are put first by someone else. We are accommodated and affirmed. We are cherished and treasured. We belong to someone and they belong to us and we would walk through fire for one another and no one else. We are his wife and he is our husband.
If wannabe hotwife husbands would put as much hard work into making their wife feel like a hot wife and a wife as they do into trying to persuade her to become a hotwife, then their wife may just put a lot more work into making them hard by becoming a hotwife.
Your hotwife is three times a lady, all in that one word ‘hotwife’. So if you embrace all aspects of her you might just find your lady embraces all aspects of herself too.
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