Our no.1 voted Hotwife Jackie writes in to us.
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For those Hotwifeblog readers who don’t know me. I’m Jackie, and I am a hotwife. My husband Jason and I have been enjoying the hotwife lifestyle now for about a decade. Those who engage in the swinger lifestyle all go about it in different ways. Some people meet up at bars known for swingers, and I’ve had friends who found some action on the dance floor. Some people meet at swinger parties that take place all over the world. Hotwives have been known to meet a new lover in the produce section of the grocery store. As a matter of fact the produce section is a well known trolling spot for guys looking for women. Nothing like getting lucky in the lettuce bin! But for me, my hubby usually finds my lovers by chatting with people online. He gets to know them and he knows what kind of man I like. I really like hubby to vet my lovers for me, that way everyone knows the ground rules going in, and hubby has never disappointed me with his choices, but there have been exceptions to the rule.
Flash backward to last weekend. Hubby and I headed out of town for a golf getaway at a very nice resort hotel. We arrived too late in the afternoon to play a round so hubby decided to go out and hit a few practice balls while I headed to the hot tub for a good soak before meeting back at the bar for cocktails. It all sounded like a perfectly relaxing plan! But as I unpacked my suitcase another idea struck me. I’d brought a very naughty wife looking little purple dress figuring we would have at least one nice dinner out. Now, looking at that sexy dress hanging in the hotel closet made me wonder why I should wait to try it out. I’d also brought along a new pair of super slutty heels, and they were dying for a test run. So while hubby practiced his putts, I slipped into the dress and heels, touched up my hair and make up to complete my naughty wife look and headed down to the very swanky hotel lounge for a cocktail.
As I’ve already mentioned, I always let my husband vet my lovers. But on this particular afternoon, maybe it was the dress or the heels, maybe it was the dry vodka martini, or maybe it was the lovely hotel lounge. It all added up to one frisky hotwife on the loose. I entered the lounge and found mostly men (where had all the women gone to? The spa I imagined!). Feeling a bit self-conscious all dolled up as it were, I found an empty stool at the bar and planted my tush down on it. I’d barely touched down and ordered my martini when I heard the most charming British accent to my left. “Enjoying the accommodations?”
I turned to see who belonged to the sexy voice and found the rest of him even more enticing. Dressed in summer casual khaki’s and a blue polo T-shirt sat a handsome UK fellow, a playful smile on his lips, extending a friendly hand which I accepted warmly. My pussy became instantly wet. I’ve always had a thing for a British accent! His name was Michael and he was a businessman from London in town on a new venture here in the States. I noticed him looking at my wedding ring.
“My husband is out practicing his swing,” I explained. His eyes wandered up from my hand to my tits bulging out of my tight little purple dress, a strand of pearls resting over my sun-kissed chest skin. I could see he was interested, so after we finished our first round of cocktails I made a rather forward move, placing my hand on his thigh. If he moved it away I’d know I’d miscalculated. If he moved it ever so slightly closer to me, I’d know he was up for some fun. This flirtatious tease was driving me wild. It had been ages since I made a spontaneous move on a strange man. I felt like a shameless slut, but I was so hot for this guy, and I was quite sure that hubby would approve. Seconds seemed more like hours while I waited for the Englishman’s reaction.
To my surprise Michael got right down to business. He swiveled on his stool so that he was facing away from the bar, my hand falling away as he swiveled. Okay, I thought, I’ve made a mistake. He’s obviously going to run out of the bar and get as far away from this slutty American wife as he can. But as I prepared to be rebuffed I felt his left hand on my thigh. It was then i realized his play. He had swiveled to cover his actions from sight line of the other bar patrons. And it was no wonder, because the next thing I knew, the Brits hand was up my dress and between my legs and searching for a way inside my panties. I was breathless, my heart pounding, my panties soaked. I could feel my cheeks burning and I hoped it wasn’t soooo obvious to the bartender (though I’m sure it was). The Brit expertly slide his warm hand up to my tiny white G-string. I sat up straighter in my barstool, parting my legs slightly. My partner in play reached up to the bar with his free hand and snatched a folded napkin, shook it out and placed it over my lap for even more anonymity, all the while using his fingers to separate my pussy lips and finally sliding a finger inside my wet cunt. All pretense had dissipated, here I was being finger fucked in broad daylight in the hotel bar. Pearls or no pearls, I had to have that British cock and I had to have it now. I thought my clit would explode as he flicked it back and forth beneath the napkin, then I heard my new acquaintance utter the words, “Check please,” as I began to cum right there on my bar stool in front of the knowing eyes of the bartender as he polished wine glasses.
“Your room or mine,” he asked, slipping his hand out from under my dress and running them under his nose to smell my cunt fragrance on his wet fingers. I shook myself awake from this naughty trance he’d put me in. ‘Mine.. my room,” I finally got out. “Just let me go to the lady’s room and I’ll meet you in the lobby.” I gathered myself together and finally mustered the forward motion to stand and walk (not an easy task right after having cum over a martini in public view!). I toddled off to the lady’s room and texted my husband a message: “sex, new guy, r room, NOW.” I bet no other husband in the world was getting that message at that moment in time. I looked back at the Brit as I headed to the loo. The bulge in his khakis was evident, and i could hardly wait to get my lips around it.
I was cleaning myself up a bit when my phone chirped back that a new text from my hubby had arrived… “r u kidding me?” I texted back “4 real! r room bj 4 all!” I figured that would get his imagination properly fired up.
I met my new friend Michael at the elevators and instructed him to press 3 as we entered together. He took directions well, then took it upon himself to put his arms around me and start kissing me while the elevator elevated. Wow, he was not only hard and good to go, he had that romantic edge too, lingering over a first kiss. As far as anonymous sexual liaisons go, this guy seemed to be spot on. The elevator doors opened and my legs felt week. Was it the Finlandia or the Pheramones? I searched my bag for the room card-key and felt drunk on prospective penis play.
To my complete surprise hubby had beat us to the room. He stood from his chair where I could see he’d been watching the Yankee game on his laptop and extended a welcoming hand to my new play-pal. I made the introductions. If you’ve never introduced a new lover to your husband before, believe me when I say you are missing out on a rare treat. Two men, both know what’s cumin, and the idea of sharing a woman together seems to make their eyes glaze over in anticipation. It gives you some insight into the workings of the male mind. I believe that men enjoy sharing women almost as much as they must’ve enjoyed sharing fresh meat back in the day of cavemen (for that matter, sharing cavechick pussy!).
Hubby said, “Can I offer you a cold beer?” And Michael answered, “Love one, mate, after I finish ravaging your gorgeous wife, if you don’t mind.” These two seemed to be hitting it off like George Bush and Tony Blair, only I bet Michael and my hubby were about to have a whole lot more fun than those two world leaders!
Michael moved toward me like a bear to the honey pot. I could feel the honey welling up in my pussy! He whispered sweet naughty things in my ear between deep tongue entangled kisses and we were on the bed before I could say, “Blimey!”
Michael pulled my dress down over my tits. My pearl strands fell between my cleavage as he fondled my hard nipples. I let him have his fun as he pinched then sucked, and I loved the way he seemed completely comfortable with my husband watching as he seduced me out of my dress. Had he done this before? Maybe seducing and pleasing American men’s wives was Michael’s business expertise. I thought, wow, Talk about a Anglo American Relations. I slipped off the bed and onto my knees so that I could work Michael out of his pants. I could not wait another second to get my mouth around that cock! It was rock hard and smelled delicious. I began running my tongue up and down his hard shaft, then after I’d wet it down pretty well I went after his balls one at a time. Michael was nicely shaven, which I love, and which also led me to believe he wasn’t new at the game of wife-chasing. I stole a glance over at hubby and from the grin on his face I could tell he wasn’t missing that golf game all that much. Watching this strangers cock slide in and out of his sweet little wife’s mouth was a much more exciting game. I imagined he was trying to guess how long it would take for me to coax the cum out of that English cock. Me? I was just enjoying the feel of my new play-mates prick as it dove deeper and deeper down my throat, tantalizing droplets of pre-cum coating my mouth. Michael was definitely giving me the business.
When it cums to cock-sucking, no one can say I don’t love my work, and before long I could feel the cum building up in his cock. Like a fireman with his hose, Michael was about ready to explode. I prepared myself for the cum shower to cum, and in seconds I was covered with his hot British jizz. Some went straight down my throat, but his load was so big it came squirting out of my mouth and down my chin, dripping onto those tits he was enjoying earlier. There I was on my knees. Michael stood back, his cock still at full salute hanging in front of my face. His cum was everywhere on me, all over my face and hair and dripping off my chin and running down my tits and even big spurts on my new dress. Michael smiled, he seemed pleased with himself. Hubby was busy snapping pics but gave Michael a high five, “My wife is a great cock-sucker isn’t she?” Michael heartily agreed. Then hubby said, I’m sure you’d like to fuck my wife. Her pussy is so damn fine.”
One thing about hubby, he really is such a great team-player! I looked at Michael and said, “Are you gonna take my hubby up on his offer? Are you gonna fuck me?” Michael turned to my hubby and said, “Jason, I’m gonna give this beautiful slutty wife of yours a royal fucking as soon as I catch my breath” As usual, hubby was right when he told me I’d just love one of these weekend golf get-away packages. Round one down. Round two cumming soon.
To be continued!
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