Jayne A-Blaze (Book 3 of "Hotwife Isle")

By Holden Ram

Derek and his hotwife Jayne return to the resort known for having many well-endowed men and the women who desire them. Beautiful Jayne is shocked to learn that her mother Barb -- always a very religious and sexually repressed person -- wants to go, too! While Derek enjoys watching Jayne take every man she chooses, Barb adjusts to her new experience. The question is, how far will Barb go?

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“I remember hearing about swingers who trade partners. I never approved, but I understand a trade. Why would any man tolerate this hotwife thing?”

“Maybe I don’t entirely get it, either, but if we’re both happy, who cares?”

“That’s right, isn’t it? It’s nobody else’s business.”

I stuck one foot out from under the table. “Take a look at my ankle bracelet.”

“Gold. That’s very nice.”

“See the pendant?”

“The shape of a fox.”

“A vixen, Mom. It means I’m a certain kind of hotwife, who has a husband who’s a stag. He has a strong personality, not a cuckold.”

“My, my, there’s so much I don’t know.” She took a deep breath. “I want to go. Will you take me?”

“What?” That was an even bigger shock than seeing her with the video. I thought she just wanted to ask me what the resort was like and leave it at that. “You, uh, are you sure? Do you understand what it’s really like?”

“It says clothing optional. So I don’t have to be nude.”

“That’s true, Mom, but have you looked at everything on the website?”

She gave me an impish smile, almost like a naughty child. It was a look I had never seen from her before. “Like I said, I’m aware of getting old. I suppose I’ll just, you know, see the sights and enjoy the Caribbean climate. Sure I’ll feel awkward when we get there. But I’m realistic. No man is going to take a second look at me with all those beautiful young women around, so I’ll just enjoy the atmosphere and maybe talk to some interesting people. And you must know I couldn’t bring myself to go alone. But if I go with you and Derek, I think I can do this.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” I said, as a sudden realization came to me: She had been alone for some years now and obviously had decided that she did not just want to watch TV and go online until she withered up and died.

Doing something a little crazy was exactly what she needed.

*****

Derek

So the three of us flew to Hotwife Isle together. I arranged a bungalow next to ours for my mother-in-law, Barb. As always, we were polite and friendly on the flight, but never talked about the resort. After checking in, we ate a late lunch together. Then we agreed to meet right outside our bungalows in an hour.

“I think I better wear my swimsuit,” I told Jayne after we showered. Usually we both were nude at all times here, except for the main restaurant and the coffee shop because of their rules for sanitation. “Barb said she’d wear a swimsuit.”

Jayne was toweling her cloud of red hair. “I told her in private you and I are always nude here. She understands that almost everybody will be.”

“Not everybody is her son-in-law.”

“I’ll be nude,” she said with a little smile. “My flip-flops and ankle bracelet don’t count.”

Even so, I pulled on my trunk-style swimsuit, which Jayne had picked out for the blue and white tropical pattern on it. Even though I usually didn’t wear one here, I always made sure I had one with me. I wore my phone in an arm holder.

“You’re not far from being nude,” said Jayne. “That thing’s snug. You’re showing a hell of a bulge.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jun 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005463151

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Jayne A-Blaze

By Holden Ram

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 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 to record my experiences with my wife Jayne, but I also ask other people to share if they wish. Jayne and I make monthly visits to Spirit Heart Island, more commonly known as Hotwife Isle. We are, in hotwife terminology, vixen and stag.

This time, Jayne brought up a new subject. It turned out to be one that shocked me, but she’s smart. She waited until she had showered, late in the evening after our two kids were in bed. As usual, she toweled off and remained nude, except for an ankle bracelet, as she brushed out her beautiful, shoulder-length red hair.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, hanging my cock and balls off the edge to keep them out my way. For a few months now, I had been a freelance marketing consultant for the resort and the management comped our expenses for a week every month as a bonus on top of my payment. I had intended to watch the promotional videos I had arranged for the resort on my laptop but now I put it aside. My nude Jayne was still as distracting as ever. Even after sixteen years of marriage, I never got tired of the view.

Jayne, in her late thirties, was a pretty redhead with deep blue eyes and natural, curly hair in a gorgeous cloud. Her 38DD tits were still firm and drew every straight male’s attention. Cute freckles showed on her face and she was very pale, like white marble, where the sunlight rarely reached. Her butt was full and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. She was tall for a woman and her stunning body sometimes made me think she could have modeled for a classic statue from ancient Greece. Her neatly trimmed bush triangle seemed to point right to her pussy.

Got a minute, hon? As Jayne spoke, she continued watching herself brush her hair in the big mirror above her dresser.

Sure, what?

I have a big surprise for you on our next trip to Hotwife Isle, she said. Every stroke of her brush made her tits quiver and tease. I hope you won’t mind.

We go day after tomorrow. Is that a problem?

Not at all. Mom will be ready.

Huh? I was sure I’d heard her wrong.

Jayne turned to me, still brushing. I know it sounds crazy, but Mom wants to go.

I just stared at her in shock. You’re having fun with me, right?

Okay with you if she comes? She smiled just a little.

Jayne grew up in a strict religious household, with sexually repressed parents. Her Mom had a lot of doubts about me when I first met Jayne, not least because I had a lot of sexual experience and popped her cherry when she was twenty and I was twenty-six, long before we were married. I gradually won over her mom and dad by being courteous and respectful of them at all times. When we gave them grandchildren, they became downright friendly in their stiff, awkward way. Her father had died of natural causes some years back and her mom was now a doting grandma.

That woman was going to Hotwife Isle? With the two of us? To a place where consenting adults might always be nude day and night around the resort and many of them fucked and sucked out in the open, including Jayne and me—and the other men who satisfied my hotwife’s needs?

Come on, what do you really mean? I could hardly get the words out.

It’s real, Derek. She wants to go. We’ll take her, right?

What the hell’s going on? I asked. Didn’t you tell her what to expect?

She lowered the hairbrush and walked up to me until her pink nipples were right in front of me. Then she turned until one of them was on my lips.

What the hell, I started licking and sucking.

So I’ll tell you what happened with Mom, she said.

Mmm, I said.

*****

Jayne

Mom invited me over for lunch every week or two, a regular thing. As usual, we made small talk until we finished eating.

I didn’t resemble Mom much. She was a brunette, her dark brown hair nearly black, though she had redhaired cousins. While I had inherited her blue eyes, she had only 36C boobs. She was shorter, because I got my height and boob size from Dad’s side of the family—he had been a big, burly, red-haired guy who had sisters I resembled. Mom was slender where I’m, so to speak, full-bodied.

Everyone considered Mom pretty, even though she had not smiled a lot when I was growing up. She and Dad were too strict with my brothers and me. When she did smile, though, she looked wonderful even at her age now. Today she wore a modest, pastel blue blouse and white slacks, a very bland look that was routine for her.

After we finished lunch, we stayed at the kitchen table with coffee. Then she really caught me off-guard.

Hon, I want you to tell me about this. She opened her laptop, tapped some keys, and turned it so we could both see the screen.

I found myself watching one of the special promotional videos arranged by my husband. The resort’s website had ordinary photos and videos of the amenities that anyone could view – but these were different. In order to see these special videos, people had to sign up with the resort’s website and verify their age and identities.

In this video, I