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5) Emerging Frustrations

By now I was 25 and had been married for just under 3 years. Life was pretty good. My confidence in my appearance had improved and I felt better about myself than I possibly ever had. I enjoyed wearing tight dresses and high heels and thongs and being shaved neatly made me feel more sexy. It helped me to feel more of a woman, rather than the shy, insecure adolescent I had been. We had our first home, good jobs and we were enjoying spending our time with our friends. There was one concern though, our sex life was a bit patchy. At times it was amazing and I had never felt so happy. He would run baths for me, cook for me and always make sure that I knew I was his 'number-one'. My husband always encouraged me to enjoy attention from other men and he liked to hear stories about what sex I had had before I met him. We would go on dates together and he would love to watch me dancing (especially with other men) then he woul...

4) The Start Of The Fantasy Years

Over the forthcoming couple of years my husband continued to buy me more sexy clothes, make-up, high-heels and tight tops, low tops, see-through tops that showed off my breasts. He became quite obsessed with me showing-off my breasts at every opportunity and was always pleased when men were giving me the eye. I was still a bit confused about his fantasies but to be honest I was starting to like all the attention that he was paying me and I felt good about myself.  We spent quite a bit of time having days out shopping or going out for dinner and drinks. I would always make the effort to dress up and my husband enjoyed taking photos of me in sexy outfits, telling me how incredible I looked. When I went out in the evening and had some wine I even started to feel more confident around other men, I walked around with my head a little higher, enjoying the smiles and looks I was receiving. Our sex ...

3) The Admission

The following day I woke up with a hang-over and a lot of questions! My husband wasn't there but he had left a note saying "Gone Shopping". I went back to sleep for a few hours, then woke up, had some breakfast and a shower, before I decided to call my husband. When I called he was extremely apologetic and seemed rather embarrassed about the previous night's events, saying he was drunk and repeatedly saying he was sorry. I tried to get a word in edge-ways, but he wouldn't even let me speak. By the time he came home it was mid-afternoon. He said he didn't really have too much more to say about the matter but admitted that for the last year, or so, he had found himself becoming increasingly aroused by the thought of other men giving me attention. I didn't quiz him too much, as it was clear that he wasn't comfortable discuss it, besides, I needed time to take it in. I didn't know how to deal with this situation. Nothing my mother had said...

2) The Beginning of My Journey

My journey to becoming a Vixen Hotwife (or Vixen for short) started around 3 years into our relationship, after we become engaged to one another. Up until this point my husband had always been over-protective and quite jealous, seeing other men and even some of my girl friends as a threat to him. He didn't like me wearing sexy clothes, make-up or going on nights out without him. However, once we were engaged things changed. He started to encourage me to wear sexy underwear and asked me to shave my vagina for him. This came as quite a shock, as he had always liked me to be more natural down there and had previously said that thongs were for sluts! During this time I worried that he may be having cold-feet, or an affair and wanted me to be more like his 'other woman'. Our sex-life was good but sometimes he would not be able to get an erection and at other times he would lose his erection during sex. I confronted him about this ...

1) Introduction

Over the last 15 years I have been on a roller-coaster ride of emotions and experiences, reaching the highest of highs, whilst trying to avoid the lows. I hope my blog can benefit other wives and help them realise that they are not alone, whilst shedding some light on why our husbands want us to be hotwives and how we can meet their sexual needs, without compromising our own needs/values. I must first explain that I am not a dominant hotwife, I am a VIXEN hotwife and my husband is not a cuckold, he is a STAG. Let me explain: Stag cuckolds are typically heterosexual men who get off on the idea of their wives or girlfriends being with other men but do not really fit the historical term cuckold. Cuckolds seek humiliation and debasement and possible homosexual encounters, and there is nothing wrong with that, to each his own fetish. However, this blog is aimed at wives/girlfriends who's husbands are stag cuckolds. Stags share wit...