Unexpected Outcome. Part 1

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Picking up from my previous post. We had just had our first true hotwife experience, and to say we both enjoyed it was an understatement. It was new and exciting, so we jumped right in. Keeley was meeting Matt every Wednesday night; it was convenient as he didn’t live far away and she could walk. She normally stayed a couple of hours before she headed home. We both enjoyed the next few weeks as she explored her new freedom. She was having great sex, popping round for quickies, generally letting her hair down and embracing the situation. It was hot, I was constantly horny and we were having so much sex I was in on a constant high.

Around the 2-month mark, and this is a guess, as I can’t quite remember how long it actually was. It kind of changed; I don’t want to say the novelty wore off, as we both were still having fun. It was more like the spark had gone for us. Don’t get me wrong, Keeley was still having great sex with Matt, and I’m pretty sure he was having a good time as well. Who wouldn’t in his position? He gets to have regular dirty sex with a hot woman and no strings attached. I’m pretty sure most blokes would jump at the chance. Looking back, I think it just became the norm, kind of too regular.

I remember coming home one Wednesday, and Keeley was getting ready to go to see Matt; I didn’t get that surge of excitement; it was kind of dull for me. She went round and had a great time, she sat on the sofa and told me about her evening as we always do. Yes, I loved hearing about it and was pleased to hear she had a good time. After we finished our wine, we went to bed and fell asleep. Yes, that’s right, we went to sleep. No reclaiming, no touching or anything. It was just kind of off the table for us both, and that felt weird.

We both knew that things had changed, and not for the better. For me, knowing Keeley was in the same place as me was quite comforting in a way. After all, Keeley was still getting fucked by Matt whenever she wanted, she had the freedom to pop round if the opportunity arose and was generally having a great time with him. But she knew it wasn’t working for us.

For me the key part of the last sentence is the word “us”. Yes, Keeley could have blindly just carried on and had a great time, but she knew it wasn’t working. So we talked and talked as we do about these things. We decided we needed to hit the brakes, so we did. Matt was told we wanted to slow down, as we feel it’s best to be open about these things, and he was good with it.

The break was good for us, Keeley still went round to see Matt, but it was maybe once a month. However, this kind of fizzled out over time. They still message every now and then but don’t really meet up anymore. After some time Keeley hit the apps again in search of someone new to meet. It didn’t really take long again before she was chatting with someone she liked and got along with. He lived a short drive away, which we both agreed was probably a good thing.

She chatted with Rob for a while before she finally decided to ask him if he wanted to meet up. He did so, and they chatted about meeting in pubs, etc., but as we know, Keeley is very nervous about being spotted, so they decided she would go round to his for drinks and a chat one evening. The plan was for me to drop her off at his and pick her up around 2 hours later, unless she messaged me.

The build-up was very exciting; Rob was experienced with the lifestyle, which we liked, and as Keeley chatted with him, he talked about sending me pics and videos and also video calling while he was fucking her. He clearly had experience with the dynamics and knew what we would be looking for. This excited us both as we wondered about the possibilities if there was a connection.

I dropped Keeley off at his house and was excited as ever but also had the usual nerves. Keeley was the same, but our confidence had grown, and it was not the same as meeting Matt for the first time. I watched Keeley walk down his path and then drove home. Keeley messaged at regular intervals to say she was safe and that he seemed like a nice guy.

At home I wondered if they were getting along and what was happening; I was clock-watching like mad waiting for another message to arrive. It came, and she said they were heading to the bedroom. All the usual feelings and thoughts washed over me as I imagined what was happening.

I watched the minutes tick by waiting for the next update; 30 mins had passed since the last message, and I anticipated a new one to arrive at any second. 45 minutes passed, and nothing. I kept telling myself it’s not easy to just message if you are in the middle of something. I could feel negative thoughts trying to push into my mind. Why had she not messaged? What’s going on? Is she safe…? I knew these thoughts were crazy and I didn’t need to worry. She just had not had the chance to message, and that’s it.

It’s been 1 hr since the last message. I get something. Can you come and pick me up? she says. I ask her if she is ok and has had a good time; she replies, Yes, all good. Can’t wait to tell you the details. This instantly gets me all excited to hear what she has to say, and I jump in my car as fast as I can to pick her up. I pull up outside his house and message Keeley that I’m outside.

As I sit and wait for Keeley to come out, my mind is in overdrive, so many questions running through my brain. Eventually I see Keeley open the gate; she is beaming from ear to ear and literally skips to the car. She jumps in, and before I can say anything, she says, “OMG, that was amazing, and you would not believe how big he is; it’s massive.” I had never seen her so expressive about a meet; it was exciting but also intimidating at the same time. As we drove home, she told me a little about what had happened. It was so good, she said. He was so dominant and totally controlled me. I have never had sex like it before. It was such a turn-on, she said.

Now In that moment, hearing her words and seeing her body language, I was stuck in the middle of feelings. I was thrilled and intoxicated to hear that she’d had such a good time, but I also had a feeling of fear that I had never felt before. I am not 100% sure why I had this feeling; I wanted her to have a good time. Keeley enjoying herself is what this is about for me first and foremost, and I was fully aware that she would probably experience new things in these adventures. So why did I feel this way?

As we stepped inside the house, she immediately started talking about her night. I listened closely, and her words held me completely. I had been in similar moments before, but this time felt different—she seemed different too. Keeley opened up about everything, describing how he made her feel and how new and surprising it was for her. His confident nature and the way he took charge were unlike anything she’d experienced before. That surprise caught me off guard because he hadn’t hinted at any of this earlier. I think that made Keeley even more excited. The way she described it was amazing, and I saw a glow in her I’d never seen before. I was so eager to reclaim her; I wanted her as soon as I could.

Afterwards, the closeness we shared was one of the most powerful we’d ever experienced. Still, amid all the passion, I couldn’t shake a strange feeling deep inside.

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