Our Hotwives

Hi Rebecca and CaliHWluvr,

This is a great story. Probably and already one of my favorites. Thank you for sharing. There are so many layers to it. And before saying other compliments to the quality of the writing, it's important to acknowledge the human aspect of it.
Like for example the fact that Cali started telling the story and then in the last few days Rebecca continued it. If this story is happening right now or if it happened weeks ago, months ago, and there are new chapters to it which we don't know yet.
If Rebecca is expecting Cali to come here and finish the story. Or in the backstage, Rebecca and Cali are having a great time posting and checking our comments and deciding who will write next.

Those are all intriguing parts which collaborate to make it one of my favorites.

Whatever it is that is happening in real life, I wish Rebecca, Cali and Will the very best.

Excited to hear what's to come.

Rufus

WillsRebecca2025 wrote: ↑

Fri Feb 28, 2025 4:10 pm

The thrill of it- the rush of being wanted, of feeling a stranger’s hands on my skin, of stepping outside of myself and becoming something different for a night,

Did I do it because it excited me or because it excited my husband?

That overalls and flannel was, or remains, your "safe harbor" suggests a naughty innocence which is quite sexy

Z

I'm not sure if "Slow Burn" refers to Rebecca's entry into hotwifing, or her relationship with Cali, or the way their story is being presented to us, or all of the above, but I am here for it.

Thank you so much for sharing, I am enjoying reading your well written story and looking forward to the next chapter.

Happy

The title is very appropriate...slow burn. I think slow burn means at what rate the story is being presented to us.

Cuckcuckgoose1 wrote: ↑

Tue Mar 04, 2025 5:32 am

The title is very appropriate...slow burn. I think slow burn means at what rate the story is being presented to us.

"You will know (the good from the bad) when you are calm, at peace.
Passive.
A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack."

We continued to sip on our drinks & a message came back within a few minutes: "She is good judge of character and a lot fun to spend time with.
Thanks for making her happy - and the photo - I love photos! You kids have fun..."

"Thank you Will, I'll take good care of her & I appreciate your trust."

~~~

With the green light from Will, the evening seemed to have endless possibilities. Rebecca & I talked- we laughed. A couple of drinks had taken the edge off the knife, but truthfully I wasn't even thinking about anything physical with her, which looking back seems crazy. It had been ages since I'd spent time with a lady of this calibre; intelligent & kind- without judgement- without looking at me with some skepticism- she wasn't eyeing up my intentions- in fact it seemed the furthest thing from her mind. It was like hanging out with a girlfriend I'd known for years- comfortable, no performance necessary. She just seemed to get me.

The bar had slowed down a little, we finished or second drink- I asked if she wanted another & she just kind of looked at me with a slight shake of her head. Retiring back upstairs seemed imminent- so I suggested we move on back to the room- in all honesty I was excited to pick up with her where we left off on the night of our first date with Will; I wanted nothing more than to kiss this woman.

We slipped off our barstools & made our way through the old corridors to the elevator, as thousands of couples had done since this place was built decades ago. In a flash we were back at the room, walking in to this tone space with the bed looming in the centre of the room. Rebecca excused herself to the restroom, I think I picked up the copy of Animal Farm that she had left on the bed, flipping through the pages. I heard the bathroom door open & looked up- there she was standing in front of me in this slinky little back neglige. I think I was stunned- not expecting things to progress so quickly... she was so confident standing there in front of me, with that mischievous smile. I looked skyward, in disbelief that this gorgeous creature was standing here in front of me with this devilish smirk, clearly ever so comfortable to be moving the night forward in this direction. Wow- here we are, I thought to myself. After thinking how lucky I was, my mind went right to her husband & the green light he had signalled just a few minutes ago - he clearly didn't object, & here I found myself stuck somewhere between disbelief & excitement. The notification sang out again- this time a photo arrived from Will- it was Rebecca topless. " I love how sexy her breasts are - I hope she lets you play with them!"

I wasn't sure what to say, but having been in Will's shoes I thought he might enjoy seeing the progression from the earlier photo of her at the bar, so I asked Rebecca if I she might sit on the edge of the bed & trying to be respectful of her privacy, if I could take a photo with her phone to send to Will. She giggled- "You don't need to use my phone- go ahead!" she laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her body & the other crossed over top as if she were displaying a long leather boot, while she leaned back on arms. Her shoulders again on full display, her incredible outline barely concealed by the black lace fabric- she tilted her head to one side and again flashed that confident, assured smile. I snapped a couple of pics, showed her the result, and got her approval to send one along to Will. I attached the photo & jotted a little note: 'It's the mile that does it for me in this one; your wife is incredible Will"

"Look," I kind of pushed out, "there is no pressure here, let's just see where things go". As much as I wanted her, I was also just enjoying spending time with the lady that I'd been chatting with for years. It's like our friendship was sprouting past the seedling phase- perhaps in my mind the flower hadn't even really started to bud. She seemed slightly relieved & we naturally just flowed into another topic, something non-sexual & she laid back onto the bed by the pillows; I took up residence at the lower end, & we again just kind of fell into a deep conversation of a non-sexual nature about family, life &, etc. Ding- another message came in- "Don't let her fool you- she is a tiger. She is beautiful inside & out- I enjoy showing her off very much- when she let's me lol!" I sent Will the other photo from the series I snapped earlier of her sitting on the end of the bed; "Will, I appreciate you my friend", & I attached to the photo.

"I am so proud of her!" came the reply, "she is so hot- enjoy yourself!".
Still, nothing physical had even happened - "She is quite a conversationalist!" I replied, & Rebecca & I continued to chat like long lost friends for another 15 mins or so until the phone dinged again:

"She certainly is, but I sure hope there is a lot more going down than conversation!"

"I'm afraid to say, not yet" I typed back, knowing without a doubt I was disappointing him at the slow progress. "We're talking Steinbeck & Spreckles", the little town he had used to set the location in Tortilla Flat.

Another 25 minutes went by in an instant & again, a reply came from Will. "You have more self control than I do!"

Did I? Was I blowing this? I mean here she was- laying on my bed in this fancy-ish hotel & I hadn't put any effort into getting physical with her. Most men surely would have jumped her the moment she came out of the restroom in that sexy get up, & here we were just laying around, talking.

"Thank you for sharing - I appreciate the photos & updates".

Rebecca, by this point in time, had half slipped under the covers - I proposed another photo to send Will, to tease & show that things were at least moving along. Rebecca had her arms crossed & her head tilted forwards, looking up towards the camera with this sexy, sly, knowing smile. She looked so beautiful; I felt incredibly lucky to just be in her presence.

I snapped another photo & sent it to Will- "Honestly brother, I haven't even kissed her tonight- we're just talking"- & I fell back on to the bed beside Rebecca, finally getting a little closer.

"You guys are killing me!" came the reply; I was definitely not playing the part he had envisioned, or at least, perhaps not on the schedule he had hoped. The night wasn't young, either... but everything felt right on track. I rolled over, & ended up laying sort of between her legs- my hands on either hip, feeling this thin fabric - the only thing in the world that really came between us. The tension was electric. I hadn't so enjoyed an evening with a woman in a long, long time.

I stood near the edge of the bed; my hands were gripping the fabric of my negligee as if it were the only thing anchoring me in place. This had felt right an hour ago, but now standing there, vulnerable and exposed in more ways than one, I wasn’t so sure.
I had hoped it would be a romantic gesture, a way to create an intimate atmosphere. But now, I was second guessing everything.
My heart was racing, not from excitement, but from self- consciousness, and I began to wonder if I had made a mistake.
I felt stupid for choosing the negligee, as if it had been some desperate attempt to be noticed, to spark something.
Instead I felt awkward, as though I had miscalculated, pushing for something neither of us were ready for.
All I wanted to do was to shrink away, to slip into something more comfortable, something that wouldn’t have made me feel so out of place in my own skin.
Out of nowhere the phone dinged, it was Will. He and my friend were sending texts back and forth. He asked if I would pose on the bed for a photo to send to my husband. I obliged but I was thinking to myself, ‘What have I done.”
After the photo taken on the edge of the bed, I crawled under the covers sheepishly. I had my arms crossed in front of me as a futile attempt to shield my discomfort and insecurity. And as the photo clicked, I hesitated- wondering if I was doing the right thing. Each photo a small act of surrender.
Slipping under the covers, the night was unfolding not in fiery passion but in quiet conversation, the words filling space where urgency might have been. It had been so long since I was in the position, with a man who was not my husband.

As our conversation faded, our hands began to explore, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Our hands found each other. His touch was gentle, almost cautious, as though he was uncertain too, mirroring my hesitation. But with each passing moment as our hands roamed, and we grew more comfortable, the tension between us started to dissolve. The act of touching became a language all its own. One where words weren’t necessary- though deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder if the unspoken feelings were aligning or if I were overthinking the whole thing. And yet, a tender curiosity passed between us, laced with the unanswered question- was this what we had both wanted, or had I misunderstood.

Soon I took matters into my own hands and I climbed on top of him. I was facing him, looking down. As he looked up, he was feeling my breasts all the while I was still wondering if this was all right. My brain was unrelenting.
He then moved me off of him and parted my legs. I still had panties on, so I pulled them over the side, and he began to start to lick me. It was then that I instantly pulled away. I have no idea why, but my body was in charge and my mind was along for the ride.
He looked at me with a quiet knowing that I just was not in the right state of mind and
I guess I needed to reevaluate the circumstances I had put myself in. All of it.
He wasn’t angry, rather he was compassionate, knowing it had been quite a while since I had been an active hotwife.
We then laid side by side, staring at the ceiling. Our words weaving between moments of comfortable silence.

It was late.I knew I had permission the spend the night with him but instead I chose to go back home.
The hotel lobby was eerily quiet at 3am. The kind of stillness that made the world feel paused. My footsteps echoed against the marble floor as I pulled my coat tighter. Exhaustion setting in, but a sense of guilt pressing harder. Not because of what I had done, but rather my dog was home alone, and no amount of comfort or warmth here could outweigh my pull to get back. The night air was crisp, as I stepped outside. The headlights of the Uber cut through the darkness as it pulled up, the driver barely awake, mirroring my own dazed state.
He kissed me goodbye and as I slId into the back seat, the city lights blurred past. The neon lights bleeding into the empty streets.
And all I could think about was unlocking my front door to find those familiar, loving eyes waiting for me.

Rebecca, Will, Cali: I love your story. It displays candor, self-honesty, and deep sensitivity to the complexities that accompany our desire to HW.
You describe and create deep sexual energy that emerged as you contemplated in real life promoting your longstanding "friend" role to something else. As a rule of thumb, it seems that when a man gets put in the "friend" role, romantic/sexual energy dies. Yet you both write beautifully about your desire to see what experiencing more than friendship would be like. And you vividly describe the exquisitely poignant moments for each of you "holding back."

Rebecca, there has long been something extremely desirable about you. I appreciate more than you know allowing this deeper glimpse into the complex woman you are. You are special.

Following your thread and genuinely uncertain how this will turn out. Not that I don't wish it to be very hot for all of you.

zorro wrote: ↑

Thu Mar 06, 2025 6:55 am

Rebecca, Will, Cali: I love your story. It displays candor, self-honesty, and deep sensitivity to the complexities that accompany our desire to HW.
You describe and create deep sexual energy that emerged as you contemplated in real life promoting your longstanding "friend" role to something else. As a rule of thumb, it seems that when a man gets put in the "friend" role, romantic/sexual energy dies. Yet you both write beautifully about your desire to see what experiencing more than friendship would be like. And you vividly describe the exquisitely poignant moments for each of you "holding back."

Rebecca, there has long been something extremely desirable about you. I appreciate more than you know allowing this deeper glimpse into the complex woman you are. You are special.

Following your thread and genuinely uncertain how this will turn out. Not that I don't wish it to be very hot for all of you.

Zorro,
I have known you for many, many years. You have always been a wonderful friend to me.
I love your insight and of course your intelligence.
Thank you for your kind words.

Yes, Rebecca, it has been over 15 years we have "known" each other although never meeting in person. Just a few "near misses" when circumstances got in the way.

You have long been a fascinating woman. Thank you for being back, whether or not you opt to return to the lifestyle. It is always a pleasure!

Rebecca 2.0

Will traveled back into town. He inquired about the prior evening with my friend. I wanted to answer him with sexy scenes you might view in a porno. To let him revel in that vision.
Luckily for me he has a plethora of past memories to fall back on.
But all I could report was that my re-introduction into the hotwife lifestyle was most likely not what he had hoped for.
For me, the experience was walking in baby steps. Every step for me was small and deliberate, as if the ground might betray me at any moment. But each step was moving forward which was proof that I did not let fear overtake me. Beginnings, no matter how small, are powerful.

For me, aging has been quite a journey. When I first started posing for nude photos, twenty-five years ago, I had breast implants. It was a moment of weakness that I blame on Pamela Anderson and the Baywatch craze. I didn’t mind my boobs, but I thought they were underwhelming. Being a member of the itty-bitty-titty committee, my entire life made it that much more enticing to enhance my little boobs, that then at the time looked like two fried eggs hanging on a nail due to breastfeeding.

I sported those boobs for 19 years. Most people did not know they were augmented, they looked so natural. Those boobs traveled with me throughout my entire hotwife career.

Until…

Somewhere along the way, my views on big boobs were not particularly of great importance.
Over the years they had settled very nicely. I just wanted to be natural again. It’s my core. As someone put it recently, I am a little “hippy-dippy’.
I Explanted them when I was fifty years old. At the time, my husband was not really on board. He is accepting now, and he loves my natural breasts and says they look like a nice ski slopes.
I’ll take it.
I just felt it was the right choice for me.

I also failed to mention I stopped dying my hair two years prior to my explant. I blind sighted my poor husband. Bless his heart. I have switched it up many times, but he loves me, and he’s stood by me.
My objective wasn’t to take away his little sexpot, it was to explore myself without any enhancements. Soon my hair had slivers of grey which framed my face nicely.
I have also resisted Botox. My forehead moves like a Broadway actor, full of expression. The wrinkles tell my story and are on full display for the world. I heard someone say it’s a personal choice- whether you want to age like fine wine or stay as smooth porcelain doll. I chose the wine- of course. (grin)

In a span of eight years I abandoned the attributes that I thought helped me feel attractive.
But that didn’t concern me any longer. You may ask why I am writing this.
There are a few reasons.

The first is to explain some of the hesitation I felt when I jumped back into the lifestyle. I am here sans big boobs, blond hair and smooth skin.
I am exploring how it feels to be totally natural and its frightening for me. I am aging but learning to let go of my resistance of feeling sexy again. Going out was a good start. But I am definitely out of practice.

The second reason is that a photo compilation of this story may end up in the hotties section.
And you will see me in different stages of my hotwife life. It is easier to expain what you may see here than on each photo.

This is my story and I am sticking to it….

And it's a good story!

This is one of the most interesting - and dare I say, "beautiful" - threads I have read in a long time.

Rebecca is such a stunner

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CaliHWluvr wrote: ↑

Sat Mar 08, 2025 6:26 pm

Rebecca is such a stunner

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Thank you. Reminder these are the first photos my husband took before I became a hotwife. When I was in my thirties.

Can't wait to see the passing of time. Beautiful women age like fine wine, they only get better!