***My Hotwife Journey Pt 36*** "The Married Guy" So, this one starts with a DM. A DM from “The Married Guy.” Now it was a pretty standard one, honestly. Nothing crazy, nothing overly cocky—just a simple, confident, message. One that got my attention though. Now, usually, I get a lot of messages. Some are straight-up cringe, some are lazy as hell, and some are just so over-the-top that I can’t even take them seriously. But this guy? He had my attention right away. Something about the way he messaged me—polite but direct, flirty but not desperate—made me pause. So, I did what I always do. I stalked his profile. And, holy shit, was I glad I did. Tall. Tattooed. Built like someone who actually enjoys the gym. The kind of man who looks like he could pin you down without even trying. And married. That last part made me even hotter. Because all I could think about was how lucky his wife was. Did she know how fucking good she had it? Did she take him for granted, or did she let him use her the way a man like that should be able to use a woman? I had to know. I agreed to catch up with him for coffee. Nothing serious, just a quick little chat to see if we actually had chemistry in person. What made it even hotter was that hubby was in the same shopping center doing the groceries while I sat across from this gorgeous man, sipping my latte and feeling a heat build between my thighs. And let me tell you—we vibed. Like, that instant, I-want-to-tear-your-clothes-off kind of chemistry. We flirted, we laughed, and by the time we finished our drinks, I knew I was going to fuck him. It was just a matter of when. It took a little scheduling, but finally, everything lined up. I booked a hotel. I told hubby he was coming to watch—and, of course, he’d be locked up. Again. And that’s when it really hit me. I love this life. I love being a hotwife. Continued in comments...