Hotwife Isle Series

Derek is shocked when his beautiful, red-haired wife Jayne wants to become a hotwife. He wants to keep her happy, so they go to special resort with their good friends, Ellen and Greg. Derek knows he’s fairly well-endowed but the guys at this resort are huge. He worries as he watches Jayne take one big dude after another and she refuses to say she won’t leave him for a bigger man. ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “Ellen and Greg had this experience they really liked. She told me about it last month when we went out to lunch. You should have seen her, she was so excited.” “Last month? Okay, I’m following you so far.” “I need to work my way up to this. I’m feeling naive all over again. Okay, here goes, before I chicken out.” “I’m listening.” “They went to this adult resort, clothing optional.” She spoke fast, definitely a little nervous. “This is just me, you know. You can say anything to me.” “This place is very open to sexual activity. I mean, you know, out in the open if people want. On the beach, by the pool, whatever. It’s off the coast of Florida, a great climate.” “I’ve heard of places like that. Ellen and Greg went, huh?” I couldn’t believe Jayne was actually interested in going to such a place, so I kept my voice calm to reassure her and find out what she really wanted. “Uh, this one specializes in a certain kind of activity. No one has to do anything, of course, but it’s known for this.” “For what?” She took in a deep breath and let it out, raising and lowering her chest again. “Ellen said sometimes men have to persuade their wives and girlfriends to go to places with alternate lifestyles. But this is a place where certain women often do the deciding.” “I’m sleepy. Please get to the point.” She lowered those deep blue eyes before she spoke. “Ellen told me Greg has a little thing. And Ellen wanted more in life.” That woke me up. In all of our married life, she had never said a word about another guy’s equipment in my hearing. “So they entered the swinging lifestyle?” “Ellen told me it’s a branch of swinging. She’s a hotwife. Do you know what that is?” I had heard the term, but now I wanted Jayne to keep talking. “So they went to this resort and traded partners?” “That’s not how it works. Ellen requires that Greg stays faithful to her, but she got serviced, if you know what I mean. By lots of guys. Greg watched in every case. Ellen loved it.” Her hands were fidgeting. “Apparently Greg did, too.” “I’ve heard of this, but I never paid much attention before. That’s so one-sided. That’s not exactly fair, is it?” “Derek, I want to go. Same place, same rules.” She sounded more certain now. The room seemed to tilt, I was so surprised. “Haven’t I taken good care of you?”

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. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “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.

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? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “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.”