2nd Blogoversary!

I cannot believe that 2 years ago I was brave 
enough to begin these chronicles!

What began as a diary of sorts for DH has become so much more.  It is a creative outlet for me, and a place to 'talk' openly about my double life.  I have also been fortunate enough to become friends with many readers and other bloggers, a benefit I never anticipated, but have truly enjoyed!  Many readers remained loyal despite my hiatus and subsequent rants and PSA. Thank you for taking the time to read my posts, leave comments and contact me via email!

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During these past two years I have posted confessions about nine encounters/lovers...
2008:
The Dirty Dancer
The Nerd
The Seducer
The Tongue Stud
The Italian Kisser
The Pilot

2009:
The Renaissance Man
The Tech Guy
Mrs. UnVanilla

So what do I have in store for 2010?

Well, there are a few hotwife endeavors I have yet to post about, and with 2009 quickly coming to an end, those confessions will have to wait until next year.  Cheers, and Happy New Year!

Mrs. UnVanilla. . . My 11th confession

Things are about to get interesting!!

During our time at the bar, DH was texting both of us to find out how we were and what we were up to.  One of his texts to me read, “You two could always come home and make out by the tree… so festive!” I knew that he was hoping to see a repeat of our kiss months ago.  Shortly after that, she and I bundled up to leave.  As she drove to my neighborhood I invited her in for one more drink, and texted DH to whip up some cocktails.  The drinks were ready when we arrived, and DH had tidied up the family room, lit candles and the tree was a glow.  The scene was set…

We sat down on the couches and chatted for a while.  DH was the one to get things started by complimenting Mrs. UnVanilla’s lovely cleavage, peeking out from her V-neck sweater.  She proudly thrust her chest out and invited him to touch, which he gladly did.  I scooted closer to them in hopes of getting in on the action.  DH nudged her sweater aside and cupped one of her breasts.  He motioned for me to touch also.  I looked her in the eye for a sign of approval.  Her sexy grin let me know it was OK.  We both enjoyed feeling her breasts and playing with her nipples, and her soft sounds were an indication that she was enjoying the attention.  DH was sitting between us, so he had a good view as she and I leaned in to kiss one another.  Our lips and tongues touched as DH massaged our breasts and rolled our nipples between his fingers.  In tandem they adjusted my blouse and bra so that my ample breasts were accessible through my own V-neck. The feeling of DH cupping and sucking on one breast as she squeezed and massaged the other one was delightful! 

To say that I was turned on would be an understatement!  I boldly shifted my position so that I could take her breast in my mouth.  What fun it was to swirl my tongue around her nipple and feel her full B cups in my hands!  DH was enjoying the sexy show put on before him, but he was respectful of her limits.  He and I kissed with passion as the 3 of us continued to play.  I decided that I wanted to see and touch more of her, so I tugged her sweater off over her head, and her bra flowed suit.  I licked, sucked and squeezed both of her breasts with delight!  There was a subtle and nice pattern of switching back and forth from DH and I focusing all our attention on her, to the two of them touching and sucking my chest.  Two mouths on my breasts at once felt amazing!

I slid my hand over her jean-clad thigh, inching closer and closer to her apex.  I was suddenly consumed with the thought of touching her pink folds.  As the kissing, touching and sucking carried on, my free hand continued to gently rub and squeeze her thighs.  She did not resist.  During a moment when we paused for air, I told her that I wanted to make her cum.  I knew that going any further than we already had would defy Mr. UnVanilla’s wishes, but I said it anyway.  She glanced at the clock and whispered, “I need to go, but you two should keep having fun.”  I protested, but DH helped her stand up and gather her clothes.  He walked her to her car while I waited on the floor by the Christmas tree. 

Just as DH had predicted, it had been fun and festive to make out by the tree, and he and I picked up where the 3 of us left off…

PS: Today marks my 2 year Blogoversary! December has always been a good hotwife month for me... as you will see from my next confession! 

Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. UnVanilla...

Mrs. UnVanilla is a friend of mine.  We used to work together, and still meet up for dinner and drinks, Pampered Chef parties, and the like.  A few months ago she and her husband invited our family over for a BBQ.  It was the first time the husbands had met, and thankfully they got along well.  DH did not know Mrs. UnVanilla very well up to that point, but in the months since that BBQ we have all enjoyed more outings together. 

Somewhere along the way we learned that Mrs. UnVanilla has a bit of a wild and sexy side, hence her nickname, UnVanilla!  Upon learning about some of her interests and activities, we began to share hints and tidbits of my double life.  Neither side has fully disclosed 100% of their secrets, but we all enjoy exchanging innuendoes on date nights.  Each husband has playfully groped the other’s wife, and she and I both like to flaunt our assets when we go out.

Perhaps I should mention that Mrs. UnVanilla is turned on by women as well as men, and I have recently rediscovered my bi-curious side.  In fact, she is one of the women I kissed a few months back (a scene DH wishes he could have witnessed!). 

She and I made plans to meet for dinner and drinks a few nights ago.  After a hellish week of work and holiday preparations, I was truly looking forward to a fun evening.  It wasn’t long before our conversation turned to sex, and I shared a bit more of my adventures (but not TOO much!).  I learned that although her husband is turned on by her wild side, there are boundaries in place for her.  I can respect those boundaries, but that dashed my hopes of having a partner in crime! 

We both shared that our husbands would be open to a FMF threesome with us.
Hmmm… the possibilities...
...but their boundaries preclude her from playing with a man without Mr. UnVanilla present.  Girl on girl kissing and breast-play are, however, allowed in his absence!

Things are about to get interesting!!

Time out for humor!

I have talked to a few other bloggers about the need for special occasion cards that Hallmark will never make.

For example, wouldn't it be nice to be able to buy and send a card that said...

"Congratulations on having your first threesome!"

"Thank you for sharing your husband's hard cock!"

"Happy Blog-o-versary!"

"I kissed a girl and I liked it. Wanna try it again?"

"You are invited to my orgy!"

someecards offers a wide range of e-cards with inappropriately funny messages, like these, and you can create your own, too!

I know that some of my readers stop by for my smutty intimate sexual confessions, so this one caught my attention-

Oh, and for those of you who were hoping that this new post was going to be one of those smutty intimate sexual confessions, stay tuned...

Musing: How kinky is too kinky for you?

OK, since you are reading my blog, which happens to include sexual content, I am going to say you are at least a little open minded when it comes to sex.  I am still exploring the boundaries of my sexual comfort zone, and while I am not as vanilla as I once was, I would not consider myself kinky.  I own battery operated devices that bring me pleasure, I have kissed women, dabbled in threesomes, been watched by DH as I performed a blowjob, and had sex outside of my marriage.  While these things may push the envelope for some, in my realm they are exciting and racy, but not what I consider kinky.

So why have I asked, how kinky is too kinky for you?

Well, I have been in contact with a fellow I met through Ashley Madison for the past week or so.  He found me, and right off the bat said he thinks I am perfect for him.  My AM profile does not reveal my status as a hotwife.  I prefer to share that detail in person, or at least after getting to know a man via email exchanges and chats.  He sent unsolicited nude photos in his third email to me, and he was overly excited when I revealed during a chat that DH allows and encourages me to seek sexual fun outside of our vows.  Both of these sent little red flags up in my mind, which I am acutely aware of since The Tech Guy, but since his face photo was attractive and he has a sexy accent, I maintained contact with him.

Our emails dwindled a bit after that chat due to busy schedules, so I was blown away when I read a message last night that included a suggestion of incestuous sexual activity. Whoa!  Where did that come from?!?  My impression of him immediately changed from 'eager' to 'too kinky' and I am in the midst of composing a polite yet firm email to tell him that I am no longer interested on meeting him.

So back to my question...  I know that deviant sexual behavior is on the rise (see related article @ ABC news ), but how kinky is too kinky for you?

Kisses: a new confession

I love to kiss.

Part of the thrill of the chase for me is experiencing a new kiss. I enjoy the way a new lover connects their lips to mine for the first time. A good kiss can make the butterflies in my stomach flutter and send a thrilling tingle to my girly bits. A long satisfying kiss that sets the tone and mood is amazing.

Teasing.
Lips parting.
Passion building.
Tongues touching.
Getting lost in the moment.
Feeling them suck on my lower lip.
Capturing their lips in mine playfully.
Each person exploring new sensations as hand begin to roam.

I recently enjoyed such a kiss with a new lover. After a long break from any hotwife fun, I was thrilled to get back in the game! Did I mention that I shared this kiss with another woman? I have toyed with bisexual fantasies for years, but never found a suitable time, place or person with whom to pursue the fantasy. Now that I have, I must be cliché and say this...
"I kissed a girl and I liked it!"

PS: The night after that kiss I kissed another woman. This might be habit forming!

Ashley Madison pitfalls: The Tech Guy... my 10th confession

Last spring, I ventured into the Ashley Madison arena again. My profile had been dark for weeks, but one day I had time on my hands, so I logged into the pretty purple site to see who might be out there. I decided to tweak my preferences and turn-ons and add a picture, on the advice of a kind friend, and then I waited to see who would contact me.

The next time I logged in, the volume of winks, messages, private showcase keys, and priority messages filling my inbox shocked me! (Riff does know his stuff!) I weeded through them all in hopes of finding a gem among them. I replied to The Tech Guy, who would be on my town for work the next week. We exchanged photos, but he was a man of few words - our messages were short (this should have been a red flag!). We made plans to meet at his hotel.

I was extremely nervous, which should have been another red flag, but we chatted and then went to his room. There was no wooing. There were long lulls in conversation. He eventually initiated contact, so I held hope that he'd be good in bed, but we never kissed, which also should have been a red flag, since I usually enjoy kissing a new lover.

Meh.

It wasn't great sex, but it wasn't awful sex. He enjoyed my enthusiasm as he practiced his oral skills on me, but I was confused when my oral ministries failed. Eventually, The Tech Guy was ready for more, but it was... meh. I did however learn that certain prescribed medications might inhibit a man from reaching orgasm. On the bright side, the hotel room was lovely, and the bed was comfy. I took in many details while he pounded me from behind for what seemed like hours. I even mentally drafted a post about him during the encounter.

The experience was enough to make me take down my AM profile again. I thought it was still dark last June, when I got a lengthy message from The Traveler...



(Curious about my history? 4 old posts have been republished!)

Ashley Madison 101: the plural greeting

Welcome to SuburbanHotwife's seminar for men who are hoping to hook up via AshleyMadison.com!

As my fellow bloggers Hubman and Another Suburban Mom (a sweet swinging couple) can attest, it is all in the introduction. It does not matter if you are a swinger, or looking for a little something on the side, if you don't use the right advertising techniques, you won't get lucky.

Case in point, I don't reply to men to use this in the subject line or begin their letters in the following manner:
"Hi Ladies! I am looking for..."

WRONG! I don't know if you can send an email to the masses when you are a full member on AM, but I for one do not reply to men who lump me into a group of potential lovers. Sure, I know you are probably contacting other women besides me (I do read Riff after all) but why make that fact so evident in your subject line? There is a simple trick known as "copy and paste" that would be handy in a situation like this. I understand that you may not want to take the time and personalize your letter to me to let me know you actually read my profile, even though that would score points with me (that could be a subject of a future seminar!), but a plural greeting will not garner a reply from me.

Thank you!

I am humbled by the warm reception and greetings from many readers and fans! I enjoyed hearing from old cyber friends and meeting new ones. I am still not one hundred percent sure of the direction this blog will take, but after testing the waters, I am wading into the shallow end of this blog-pool. I wish I could tease you with juicy tidbits of an untold hotwife confession, but there are none to tell. Instead, I will share my Ashley Madison pitfalls in upcoming posts. Ladies, you may get a laugh or two from my unsatisfying experiences. Gentlemen, you should have your pen and paper ready to take notes if you are AM members.

In the meantime, I have republished my first 3 posts to provide newcomers with my history and introduction. Happy reading!

Testing the waters...

Ok folks, did your jaw hit the floor when you saw my blog updated on the blogroll you use as your hub for smut? Or better yet, did I knock you off your seat? It would please me to no end to know that more than a few of you are shocked, yet pleased, to see a post from me, even if it is not filled with a risqué confession. Let's just say, I am dipping my toe in the blog waters to see if any of my old fans and cyber friends still remember who I am. (Hint, hint... leave a comment to let me know my endeavors are still worthy of entertaining you!)

It has been 6 months to the day since I last posted anything. 6 months of reflection, confusion, some worry, and some sadness, but in the end, I have rediscovered joy and satisfaction in my life. There were days when I was glad that I did not have posts to draft, and days I had to suppress the urge to write. Writing has always been an outlet for me. I love painting a picture with words, as it gives me personal and creative satisfaction. To know that people were actually reading my tales multiplied my satisfaction. So, I feel like I am in a place to begin writing again.

I have been asked if I am still a hotwife. Yes, but as old fans can attest, my hotwife activities have always been rather erratic, and nothing has changed in that department, but I did take a hiatus for a while. There were no risqué confessions racked up in those 6 months, just a few disappointing AM situations. This leads me to wonder if I should change the name of this blog... something to think about.

I have also been asked to repost old confessions. I am considering this request, but not promising anything.

So, as long as I have your attention, is there anyone out there as fascinated with Riff and Eva as I am? I have been feverishly reading her blog to get caught up, and I have the urge to comment on their story like a sportscaster on the 50-yard line of a football field! I wish I had been the lucky blog-gal to discover his AM profile... just sayin'!

But I digress... my toe is in the water... should I take the plunge in?