Today is the day Keeley was meeting with Matt, a person neither of us had ever met or even chatted with over the phone. As I woke up at my usual time to prepare for work, it felt like just another ordinary day. We both followed our morning rituals without a hitch—coffee for me and tea for Keeley. Everything seemed typical, just another routine morning. After saying my goodbyes, I hopped into my car and set off for work. The drive usually takes about 30 minutes, and I often enjoy listening to my latest audiobook as I navigate the morning traffic. However, just five minutes into my journey, I noticed I was driving in silence. It wasn’t intentional, but perhaps it was a subconscious choice?
That’s when it struck me—not a car or any physical object, but a wave of emotions: apprehension & unease. These feelings didn’t come from jealousy or concern that my stunning wife, whom I cherish more than anything, was potentially going to be intimate with another man and engaging in all sorts of inappropriate activities. She was going to meet a man I didn’t know, at his house, on her own! What was I thinking, this is crazy I thought. I needed to speak to Keeley.
Keeley picked up the phone with her usual cheerful tone. I shared my thoughts and admitted I was feeling uncertain. Typically, I’m the one who offers clarity, but this time it was Keeley who provided it. “We’ve discussed this extensively,” she reminded me. She went on to comfort me, emphasizing that she felt secure with the plan and that not every man is a dangerous criminal. While I acknowledged that this was a new experience with its own risks, she reassured me, saying, “I won’t be far away. I have a tracker on my phone and will check in with you every 30 minutes, without fail.” With my worries easing, we continued our conversation until I arrived at work.
Arriving home from work, my excitement began to build. We enjoyed a meal together, shared stories about our day, and simply relaxed. Both of us were eager, wishing the minutes would fly by. It seemed to take ages, but eventually, it was time to start preparing. One of my absolute favourite moments is watching Keeley prepare for a meet. She steps out of the bath, and as she walks into the bedroom wrapped in just a towel, she gives me this knowing glance. That look, wow… it seems to reach deep into my core, signalling that she’s in a playful mood. Instantly, I feel a rush of excitement. “Can you check me?” she asks, lying on the bed and spreading her legs to reveal her freshly shaved skin. I carefully inspect for any missed spots or stray hairs; she’s really gotten good at shaving herself now, though I do miss the days when it was my responsibility. A little playful teasing starts, but we keep it light since we might have some reclaiming to do later! Keeley slips into a lovely bra and panty set—tasteful and just the right amount of alluring. To keep things balanced, she pairs it with some jeans and a t-shirt, completing her look effortlessly. She looked fantastic!
Keeley was all set, and we just stood in the kitchen, exchanging glances. No words were necessary; some moments are tough to put into words and this is one of those moments. It’s as if an invisible thread connects you, allowing you to feel each other’s emotions, as if your hearts beat in sync, sharing every joy, pain, and longing without a word been spoken. She was anxious, and I totally understood why—I would be too. But she stepped out the door with a sense of confidence, heading to his place.
I kept an eye on the tracker as she made her way to his place. With each step she took, my nerves kicked in more and more, bringing back those uneasy feelings I had earlier in the car. I started pacing around the living room, trying to calm my racing thoughts when my phone buzzed. It was Keeley: “I’m here, he seems nice and has poured me a wine.” That eased my mind a bit, but I was still feeling tense. I always thought I could handle anything, but this was a whole new ballgame for me. I was hit with a mix of anxiety, fear, insecurity, and, dare I say, jealousy. I was really confused about how to deal with all these emotions. I knew she was safe, but I didn’t know him, and that was what bothered me. Sure, I had seen pictures of him and Keeley had shared their conversations, but it just felt different.
We had agreed that Keeley would text me every 30 minutes, mainly so I could be reassured about her safety and because I was feeling a bit anxious. As we’ve grown into this lifestyle, that rule has become more relaxed. Keeley often mentions that the messaging can be a bit challenging and sometimes takes away from the moment. It can weigh on her mind, making her focus on sending a message instead of just enjoying herself, and the same goes for sending pictures and videos. For me, though, those messages are a crucial part of the adventure; they make me feel involved in what’s happening. I truly want Keeley to have the best time, but those updates, along with the photos and videos, mean a lot to me, and she gets that.
As I eagerly awaited Keeley’s next update. I tried to distract myself with some chores—washing pots, folding laundry, anything to keep my hands busy. Hell, I even emptied and refilled the dishwasher just to kill time. Funny how the mind works—I’d imagined myself in this moment lounging, lost in steamy fantasies of what Keeley might be up to. Instead, I was a restless ball of energy, barely able to focus.
Then, at last, I received another message: “All good still, just chatting, nice bloke.” A wave of relief washed over me, and I began to unwind a little. However, I was still quite tense, so I kept myself occupied. This time, I thought it would be a great idea to tidy up my office. I wasn’t entirely sure why I felt so on edge, but there was a part of me that enjoyed the thrill.
20minutes passed before another message came through. “Heading upstairs, speak soon x”
My heart raced—“Heading upstairs.” It’s amazing how just two simple words could have such a profound effect on me. My imagination instantly ran wild, and I paused my cleaning to sit on the sofa, lost in thoughts about what she might be up to. The idea of her in another man’s home, in his bedroom, probably naked by now and about to get fucked, sent a rush of excitement through me. My anxiety transformed into exhilaration, and I could feel the excitement manifesting as a noticeable bulge in my boxers.
My phone chimed again, and I had no clue how much time had passed since she went upstairs, but it couldn’t have been long—maybe around 15 minutes. I glanced at the message, and it was a picture. Keeley was on her knees, naked with her mouth around his cock. Receiving images like this is such a huge turn-on for me; it gives me a glimpse into her world and who she’s with. I crave these moments; they make me feel more connected to the experience somehow. I found it hard to look away from the picture for a long time; seeing Keeley with another man’s cock in her mouth is one of my favourite sights, and I must admit, she looked fantastic.
Message “Heading home,”. I instantly opened the tracking app, seeing her walking home felt amazing, I could not wait to see her and hear all about her evening, I wanted every detail. Already planning my questions, eager to hear her voice tell me every moment I sat on the sofa until I heard the door open. She looked happy as she walked over to me, we hugged and I asked if she was ok and had a good night. “Yeah, it was fun. Sit down and I will tell you everything”.
This is the part I enjoy and need the most, hearing all the details and reconnecting with my wife is so important to me. Without these moments, I honestly wonder if I would still be part of this lifestyle. Asking her questions and discussing the whole event in great detail somehow feels like it brings us back together, not that I ever felt we were apart. We seemed to talk for hours, both enjoying going over the events of the evening. But the night wasn’t over yet—not for us, we still had the reclaiming to come.
This marked our initial venture into the authentic Hotwife lifestyle, and I can honestly say it has been an incredible whirlwind. From the moment I introduced the idea, to Keeley signing up for some apps, organizing a meet-up, and finally experiencing tonight’s events, everything has felt like a blur. It all unfolded so rapidly, yet I wouldn’t change a single moment. It’s unlike anything we’ve done before, I encountered emotions that were quite unfamiliar to me. Keeley also had to confront some of her initial fears and uncertainties. However we were both excited to delve deeper into this journey and discover where it might lead us, eager for new experiences along the way.