Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — The Beginning Part 1
Caron’s Story — The Beginning.“What if he’s not okay with it? What if he doesn’t want me to be a hotwife?”
I had a perfect family life. At least, that’s what everyone told me. I had a loving husband, Andy, who works as a lawyer and provides for us.
I had three beautiful children, Jake, Lily, and Max, who are smart, kind, and well-behaved. I had a lovely house in a quiet neighborhood, my expensive SUV, a dog, and a cat. I had friends, hobbies, and a job as a teacher. I had everything I ever dreamed of.
Andy and I had been married for ten years. But sometimes, I wondered if this was all there was. I began to wonder if this was the life I chose or the one chosen for me. Was I happy or just content? Was I living or just existing? Do these questions sound like selfish thoughts? I felt guilty sometimes, thinking I should have more, that there should be more to my life.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my family. I loved Andy, even though he is often busy and stressed all the time. I loved my kids, even though they can be demanding and exhausting. I loved my home, even though it gets messy and noisy. I loved my life, even though it was routine and predictable.
But I also wanted more. I wanted to learn new things, challenge myself, and grow. I wanted to feel passion, excitement, adventure, and danger. I wanted to be more than a wife, a mother, a teacher. I wanted to be me.
I know it sounds selfish. I knew I should have been grateful for what I had. I knew I had no right to complain. But I couldn’t help feeling that life was passing me by. That I was missing out on something. That I was not living up to my potential.
It could be an early midlife crisis. It may be a phase. Maybe it’s normal. But tI couldn’t shake the feeling of restlessness, dissatisfaction, and longing.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to hurt my family. I didn’t want to ruin what I had. I didn’t want to be unfaithful, irresponsible, or reckless. But I also didn’t want to settle for less.
I met Sarah at the teacher’s lounge. She was new to the school, and I was assigned to be her mentor. She was my…