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 and he just laughed it off, assuring me that there was nothing to be concerned about. Despite his re-assurances I was still concerned that he was not telling me the whole truth. Throughout our engagement he became increasingly interested in taking me shopping for sexy clothes and encouraging me to wear make-up, as well as high-heels. By the time we were married I had a whole wardrobe of sexy outfits (that I previously wouldn't have been allowed to even own, let alone wear in public). He even started to encourage me to drink more alcohol and go for nights out with my friends. This new found level of attention he was paying me increased throughout our engagement year and into our first year of marriage.
One night, after being married for around 6 months I came back from a night out with my friends and that night everything changed . I staggered through the door, a little wobbly from all the white wine I'd had and found my husband was waiting up for me. As soon as I came through the door he took me by the hand, led me into the lounge, sat me on the sofa and demanded that I tell him exactly where I had been and what I had been up to. I was really worried that he was angry with me, as he was acting very tense. He wanted to know every last detail about my evening, specifically focusing on which men had spoken to me, who I had danced with, who had tried to chat me up and who had dropped me home. As I started to tell him more and more he became increasingly interested and demanding. Then suddenly he stopped me talking and told me to take off my dress, bra and knickers, which I did. I sat there, on the sofa, with just my heels on, as he undid his jeans and asked me to wank his already erect penis. I was still a little scared and not sure quite what was happening, but he demanded I tell him more and more details, specifically focusing on the attention I had from other men. I did just as he asked, telling him how one guy was asking if he could buy me drinks and kept looking down my top, then he told me he would love to take me home... then all of a sudden my husband ejaculated all over me!
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 and he just laughed it off, assuring me that there was nothing to be concerned about. Despite his re-assurances I was still concerned that he was not telling me the whole truth. Throughout our engagement he became increasingly interested in taking me shopping for sexy clothes and encouraging me to wear make-up, as well as high-heels. By the time we were married I had a whole wardrobe of sexy outfits (that I previously wouldn't have been allowed to even own, let alone wear in public). He even started to encourage me to drink more alcohol and go for nights out with my friends. This new found level of attention he was paying me increased throughout our engagement year and into our first year of marriage.
One night, after being married for around 6 months I came back from a night out with my friends and that night everything changed . I staggered through the door, a little wobbly from all the white wine I'd had and found my husband was waiting up for me. As soon as I came through the door he took me by the hand, led me into the lounge, sat me on the sofa and demanded that I tell him exactly where I had been and what I had been up to. I was really worried that he was angry with me, as he was acting very tense. He wanted to know every last detail about my evening, specifically focusing on which men had spoken to me, who I had danced with, who had tried to chat me up and who had dropped me home. As I started to tell him more and more he became increasingly interested and demanding. Then suddenly he stopped me talking and told me to take off my dress, bra and knickers, which I did. I sat there, on the sofa, with just my heels on, as he undid his jeans and asked me to wank his already erect penis. I was still a little scared and not sure quite what was happening, but he demanded I tell him more and more details, specifically focusing on the attention I had from other men. I did just as he asked, telling him how one guy was asking if he could buy me drinks and kept looking down my top, then he told me he would love to take me home... then all of a sudden my husband ejaculated all over me!