My Fiery Jayne (Book 2 of "Hotwife Isle")

By Holden Ram

Derek takes his hotwife Jayne back to the resort known for well-endowed men and the women who crave their services. Beautiful Jayne, with flaming red hair, full breasts, and long legs, has rejected her repressive upbringing to seek the most well-hung men she can find. While Derek wonders if she’ll leave him some day, she spreads her legs for any man she likes, whether white or black.

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“Jayne, how would you describe the interlude you just had?” Kara asked.

“Intense,” said Jayne. “Taking that huge Brandon is always intense. Until I came here to Hotwife Isle, I never felt anything like it.”

“Believe me, I know exactly what you mean,” said Kara. “I work here with Brandon and he’s a great sex buddy for me. Along with some others. But, yeah, when Brandon rearranges your guts, it’s intense.”

Kara turned to me. “As her husband, what do you think of what you saw? When you were watching Brandon use his giant tool on your wife?”

“That’s why we’re here,” I said, though I felt a little self-conscious speaking for the record. I could hardly complain, since the whole video concept for advertising was my idea.

“Would you elaborate?” Kara asked.

“Elaborate? Well, I know I can’t do to my wife what guys like Brandon and Carl can do. That’s a fact.”

“Do you think VWE men are the main reason hotwife couples come here?”

“Very well endowed men? I can only speak for Jayne and our friends who introduced us to this resort. I have to say yes.”

Kara turned to Jayne. “Hotwives can desire other traits and experiences, don’t you think?”

“Of course,” said Jayne. “But think of it this way. We can find friends and lovers in lots of places. But I came here for the VWE men who are here—on the resort staff or guests, I don’t care which. Why would I look for bulls somewhere else?”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” said Kara.

“Our marriage can be stronger with bulls servicing me,” said Jayne.

“Believe me, I get that,” said Kara. “I’m not in a long-term relationship right now. And I could find work at lots of places. But the big-man benefits here are special.” She returned her attention to me. “Do you worry that your wife might leave you for a dude with a bigger cock?”

“No, of course not,” said Jayne.

“Kinda,” I said at the same time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Sep 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005161187

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My Fiery Jane

By Holden Ram

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 Holden Ram

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Chapter One

Derek

I write these memoirs from my experience, but I also add the accounts that other people have told me. My wife Jayne and I had a new arrangement at Spirit Heart Island, more commonly known as Hotwife Isle.

On our flight to the island, Jayne looked terrific—as always. In her late thirties, she was a pretty, full-bodied redhead with blue eyes and natural, curly hair that reached past her shoulders. She had cute freckles on her face and was very pale where the sunlight rarely reached her skin. Tall for a woman, her legs were shapely. She wore a green and white sundress that set off a hair and left her shoulders bare. The hem came down just long enough to cover the pink panties caressing her pussy. The dress didn’t have any straps, and the elastic front revealed deep cleavage and threatened to slide off her 38DD tits as they quivered wonderfully with every step she took.

We had a new arrangement between the two of us, also. This resort was more than clothing optional. It was sex optional: People often had sex anywhere on the grounds, any time. In particular, it was a resort in the Caribbean known for hotwives and the well-endowed men who serviced them. Jayne already persuaded me to take her once and she loved the experience. The lifestyle meant that she could and would spread her long legs or open her sexy lips for any man she wanted—but I would be faithful to her.

During that first visit, I accepted a job marketing for the resort. I was a freelance advertising and marketing consultant and in addition to my paycheck, Jayne and I received a week there every month with our expenses comped. We’d been married sixteen years and had two teen kids, who were staying with relatives for the week.

So our first comped visit was only our second to the island. We arrived on a Sunday afternoon and took a bungalow instead of the main hotel.

Before going out to enjoy the resort, Jayne and I stepped into the shower together.

In the hot water, I moved behind her and spread her scented body wash on her tits, still firm at their impressive size. I ran my hands over her pink nipples. In the hot water and steam, her skin was slick and smooth. When I pressed my cock against her butt, it began to stiffen.

Keeping her back to me, she grabbed my cock. Not yet, Mister Eightieth percentile, she said cheerfully. I don’t want you getting off so soon. Let’s get out and walk around.

Uh—okay. I moved back far enough to break contact. Years ago, I had informed her that while I wouldn’t break any records, my cock was at the eightieth percentile in length and girth. Back then, she had been a virgin until I popped her cherry and the eightieth percentile size made a good impression on her. She still mentioned it from time to time.

Now, though I was disappointed at being snubbed in the shower, I accepted that as the life of a hotwife husband. I was glad she had told me before I got really hard. This time I avoided blue balls.

While we finished our shower, I could not help thinking for the umpteenth time about the meaning of her hotwife status. In this lifestyle, she was committed to me in marriage, but I saw how much she loved having a number of very well hung men stretch and pound her pussy during our first visit. I had a nagging concern that someday she might fall in love with a guy who could service her better than I could.

A wimpy guy with a hotwife was called a cuckold. A strong-willed guy with a hotwife was called a stag. I was a stag who understood she had more needs than I had satisfied. While I allowed her a lot of freedom, we were here because I agreed to bring her.

My thoughts turned to memories of our youth. I was twenty-six and she was twenty when I busted her cherry. At that time, she was in college and I had my first career job. She came from a very strict, religious family and had not been allowed to date in high school at all. Her two older brothers had rebelled when they grew up, but not Jayne. After I popped her cherry, I learned to read her body’s movements and sounds. She became very orgasmic in only her second week of getting plowed, at least once every day back then and sometimes more. One evening we were relaxing in bed when she told me about the first time she had seen a grown man’s package.

Chapter Two

Derek, remembering

Once Jayne started climaxing every time I fucked her, she became enthusiastic every night. One evening, after giving her the cock only in missionary position, I insisted she try cowgirl—but only after I had enjoyed her luscious lips and sucked and massaged her tits. She looked puzzled at first.

Me on top? I’ve heard of this, she said cautiously.

Given her strict upbringing, she had not seen porn online or anywhere else. Nor had she opened any mainstream books on sex.

I was on my back, looking up at her in the gentle illumination from a nightlight. The big, red-orange burst of her curly hair seemed to glow around her face. She carefully positioned her fleshy thighs on each side of me as though shyness and desire were clashing in her mind.

Wait a sec, she said. I got to raise up a little. It’s too long. Eightieth percentile.

I grinned at the guileless look of puzzlement on her face. She lifted herself until I felt her work those soft pussy lips over the head of my cock. I could tell her pussy was very wet.

As she lowered her pussy