Keeley and I have been in the hotwife lifestyle for over eight years now. It’s been one of the most rewarding and exciting decisions we’ve made as a couple. We’ve explored the lifestyle together, navigated challenges hand-in-hand, and created some unforgettable experiences that have only strengthened our bond. She now meets her partners independently—a dynamic that seems to work well for us—and we’ve built a lot of trust and openness over time.
Recently, she met Rob. Like always, she shared everything with me after the experience—details, emotions, sensations. But this time felt different. Not bad. Just… different.
She told me how much she enjoyed being with him. He was extremely dominant and well-endowed—two things we hadn’t really come across before. Her pleasure was obvious, and I was genuinely happy for her. That’s always been a cornerstone of our dynamic: her happiness, her satisfaction, is a huge turn-on for me. And it still is.
But there was also something else bubbling under the surface this time.
It wasn’t jealousy—not exactly. I’ve never really felt that in this context. It was more like this strange mix of surprise, curiosity, vulnerability… and a touch of unease. Maybe it was hearing how deeply he affected her, how different the experience was from what we’ve shared together. Maybe it was because it highlighted a side of her that I hadn’t fully seen before. I didn’t like this and It was messing with my head, my world was spinning and at the time I did not understand why.
Looking back at this now I think I have a clearer understanding of what I was feeling. I was thrown by a combination of things, the first one was seeing how Keeley reacted to the experiance, she was euphoric and was positively beaming with joy. In all our previous encounters in the hotwife lifestyle I had not seen this in her before. The second was a pure caveman reaction to hearing how large he was, I obviously knew this would happen at some point and we have even talked about her been with someone who had a large cock. It was the suprise factor really, we both had not seen or asked this detail before she met him. My man ego took over and hit me hard, stupid really when I look back at it. I was also used to her messaging frequently (ever 30mins or so) and this was the first time I had not heard from her for over a hour, this did make me feel uneasy as I explained in part 1. Contact is a important element for me and we had discussed this many times, I have relaxed from our inital meets where I wanted a message every 30mins to a postion were its mainly upto Keeley as its not always easy to grab your phone in the throws of passion.
Put these points together and it made me nervous, worried and if im honest I was a little bit jealous. I just didnt know how to process things. Keeley could sense my unease and I was worried it would just build up inside me if I did not let it out.
I didn’t feel like I had to wrestle with it alone for long. Keeley and I have always been close, and talking things through has never been difficult for us. Even when emotions run high, we’ve built a space where honesty comes naturally. I could tell she sensed something was off, and I knew I didn’t need to hide it. It wasn’t about blaming or overreacting; it was just about saying, “This felt different for me,” and letting her in. So I did.
So We talked. A lot. And each time we did, I felt a little more grounded. I shared my feelings with her, not to push her away but to bring us closer. What I do know is this: I love seeing my wife fulfilled. I love our honesty. I love that we can talk about these things openly. Keeley remained calm and understanding as I expressed my emotions; she listened and guided me through it. I had to make a choice, not a dramatic one. Not a “yes or no” to the lifestyle. But a more subtle, internal decision: Was I going to let these weird, uncomfortable emotions hold me back, or was I going to lean into what we’ve always believed in—freedom, trust, and growth? So I took a deep breath—and let the negative feelings go. It sounds simple when I read it back, but believe me, it was a challenging situation to navigate in my mind, yet I managed it with Keeley’s support.
Obviously she wanted to see him again but only with my blessing, “We do this for both of us; I love that you feel excited when I’m with another man. If you don’t feel comfortable with me seeing him again, then I don’t want to either,” she said. Without hesitation, I responded, “When are you seeing him again?” Her smile said everything as she reached for her phone to message him.