Are you Hotwife material? Age requirements vary but typically over forty. Not being satisfied at home, or is your husband encouraging you to spread your wings? Ever wondered about looking like something the cat dragged in but with a grin on your face after a night out with a young Bull?

Hotwives and their cuckold husbands are a subspecies of swingers who are in demand on porn searches along with the keywords “MILF,” and “mature.” Have you ever wondered why people want to party with Hotwives when some nubile twenty-something is available?

Being the amateur psychologist that I am, here’s my opinion. Men are always expected to be that “manly” man and nail all the girls. Cutting a wide path is a sure trip to the top of the pile from the time a guy is a teenager.

Women, on the other hand, are expected to keep their knees together and not give it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry who comes along. Never be known as a slut. Along with the fact sex is dirty and disgusting, but women are forced to do it in order to have a family or submit to your husband’s degenerate demands.

So after years of conditioning, men enter adulthood primed to fuck everything in sight as long as the woman is somewhat alive and moving at least slightly. Have you ever seen the tits on the girls in the video games your teenagers play? That’s Pavlov’s dogs at work.

On the other hand, women show up with their knees glued together and on guard from the one-eyed trouser snake, ready to pounce on them and fuck their brains out.

Is there any other reason to realize we are a fucked up society of unsatisfied individuals? As Freud opined, sex, or lack of is the root of all our problems.

Just when you thought all hope was lost, swingers ride to the rescue.

Today’s marriage has forgotten the Till Death Do Us Part in the marriage vows. Called the seven-year itch, most marrieds seek to covet thy neighbor’s wife instead of the one at home. From my experience, most swingers start in their thirties to play hide the weenie with people they meet at house parties.

As women mature, they begin to realize that sex isn’t really that bad, and while it may still be disgusting, it’s excitingly disgusting. Men, on the other hand, peak in their twenties, and most start downhill from there. By the time a guy’s wife is hot to trot, he’s more interested in Monday Night Football than drilling wifey’s lights out.

It’s hard to say who initiates the suggestion to throw your keys in a bowl as you don’t often hear how a couple joins the Lifestyle. The old saying among swingers is that the man gets them into swinging, and the woman keeps them in it.

Our entry into the Lifestyle was probably different than most. We used to live in a large midwestern town while dating. I read in the local alternative newspaper that a swinger-oriented bar was opening in town. I asked my wife, then girlfriend, if she wanted to check it out.

She replied, “Sure, why not?”

Foxy is an ex-model and often a contradiction in terms. On the one hand, she can be painfully shy, yet her exhibitionist side often pops out. I’m sure the thought of all those horny guys lusting after her was an irresistible urge. She could flirt and show off in a bar scene yet still be safe.

But at the time, I dropped the ball and never followed through for reasons which still escape me. I think it was the fear of the unknown, but I never pursued the swingers’ club.

Fast forward a couple of years after we were married. While Foxy was out with some girlfriends, I was home developing pictures in my darkroom. She called to tell me that she’d met a swinger couple from Chicago and was bringing them home for the weekend.

Talk about being thrown into the deep end where it was sink or swim. That was one of the turning points in our life. The Chicago couple was in town for a House Party and introduced us to a large group of swingers who had been around for a long time. That was how we got into the Lifestyle, but I digress from my original topic, Hotwives.

I had heard of cuckolds as guys being forced to watch their wives have sex with other men while they were powerless to stop it. I never heard the term Hotwife until years later. Our swinger’s club had existed since the sixties, so some older couples were in the scene. I don’t think they partied much but enjoyed the comradery.

One of the things which was readily apparent was how horny the MILFs are. The women over forty were generally much better in bed than a twenty-year-old. As a woman matures, she comes to realize that sex is a lot of fun, and often, her older husband is not up to the task of satisfying her. Enter the younger guy or Bull to the rescue.

There are a number of women that I service while their husband watches or the wife tells him about it later. Most of the women in my erotic stories are fictionalized versions of people we party with, but I’ve changed their names to protect the guilty.

There are a lot of Hotwife stories written by other authors, and typically, the storyline somewhat hues to the old definition of a Hotwife as someone who has sex while their cuckold husband watches in horror.

My Hotwife stories are generally always HEA or Happily Ever After, with the husband encouraging the wife to explore her sexuality with his blessing. This is my experience with Hotwives, and I have to assume that other authors are just writing from their imagination and not experience. We’ve visited clubs across the country, and they are all typically the same.

One of my latest stories, The Perfect Wife, is an explicit erotic romance story about a couple who meet up with Foxy and Larry after buying a condo at The Towers. Available in electronic, paperback, or audiobook format, The Perfect Wife is a feel-good story about a guy with a gorgeous MILF wife, and he enjoys having her as arm candy. If you enjoy listening to sex stories, it is a six-and-a-half-hour listen in audiobook form.

Check out the sample at the bottom of the blog post for a taste of The Perfect Wife.

I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life. I write about what we do and see, especially swingers, unicorns, Hotwives, and cuckolds. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. I publish at all the typical outlets if you want to check out my stories.

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X-Rated Snippet from The Perfect Wife

Wanda looked in the kitchen cabinet, and as she already knew, the cupboard was bare. But it was no laughing matter. They had barely gotten moved in when Tony had to leave for London unexpectedly. As a troubleshooter, he often traveled to one of his company’s worldwide offices on short notice. Now, Wanda was stuck in a strange town without a car and hungry to boot.

They had moved into The Towers yesterday in a comedy of errors. Their moving truck broke down in Arizona, and virtually everything beyond what was in their suitcases was somewhere in Arizona for God knows how long. Wanda and her husband Tony had purchased the condominium in the exclusive complex right off the famous Strip in Las Vegas. Tony had decided to buy this place, a little city inside the world’s entertainment capital.

“You’ll never have to leave the property,” Tony told her. “Everything we could ever need is here at The Towers. Restaurants, bars, gym, tennis courts, and security like Fort Knox, so I don’t have to worry about you when I’m out of town.”

She thought to herself that we now have everything except food in the kitchen.

Her only choice was to go to the complex’s restaurant and get something to eat. I wish Tony were here, She thought as she didn’t relish the idea of eating alone. Wanda was shy and uncomfortable in public situations. She relied on Tony’s outgoing personality to help her through challenging situations with strangers. But the bottom line was that she was starving to death!

Digging in her suitcase, Wanda found a blouse and skirt to wear. She had a clean pair of underwear, but her bra was covered in oil from a bottle of lotion that had cracked in the suitcase. Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in just her panties, Wanda appraised her breasts. She wished her boobs were bigger, but at least they were perky and didn’t sag.

She was tall with a slender body and long legs. But short brown hair and brown eyes didn’t add much, yet Wanda never knew what to do with herself. She often wondered what Tony saw in her as he was a hunk, and girls were always after him. I’m just a Plain Jane or Plain Wanda, She thought as she buttoned her blouse over her braless jugs.

Hopefully, no one will notice I’m not wearing a bra, she thought as she tried to figure out how high to button the blouse. Tony always wanted her to dress in a more sexually provocative manner, but she was too timid. Wanda finally decided to leave the top two unbuttoned. It showed a little cleavage but not too much. Stepping into the A-line skirt, she zipped it up and stepped in front of the mirror. I forgot how short this skirt is, she told herself, remembering how much Tony loved it. He told her what great legs she had and always encouraged her to show off more.

Slipping into some modest heels, she walked to the elevator. After taking a deep breath, pressed the button for the ground floor. Following the signs, she walked to the restaurant and entered. Two women were already waiting, a tall brunette and a big redhead. From the back, Wanda could see that they were knockouts. Both girls were in ultra-short mini dresses that barely covered their rear ends. The brunette had long slender, well-toned legs, with a big head of curly brunette hair. The redhead was stockier with more of a body builder’s statue.

Wanda timidly stood behind the two girls and waited to be seated. The hostess came rushing up from somewhere and addressed the two women, “Hey, Foxy and Chrissy. Sorry to make you wait.” Then seeing Wanda standing behind them, “Three for lunch?”

“No, two,” Foxy replied and then looked at Wanda. “Wait, are you alone?”

“Yes,” Wanda timidly replied.

Foxy said, “Three for lunch.” Then stepping aside, she motioned for Wanda to follow the hostess. The three of them followed the hostess, which was a prolonged affair. Foxy stopped and talked to a number of the other guests. It seemed like she knew everyone, and Wanda wished she could be that confident in public. She met a bunch of people and immediately forgot their names as the next group was introduced.

Sitting at a four-top with a fabulous view of the Strip, Wanda saw that the front view was even more impressive. Foxy was wearing a wrap minidress that was open below her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra either, as the top of the dress gaped open, and her nipples were prominently poking through the thin top. And her girlfriend, Wanda, didn’t know if she should be afraid or not. The redhead looked like she’d just stepped out of a cage fight on Monday Night Raw. She had large boobs, also unfettered, that threatened to spill out of her top. But it was her body that caused a shudder to move through Wanda. Chrissy was about the same height as the brunette but with a solid frame that initially made Wanda think of a bodyguard. Chrissy wasn’t fat but a big solid muscular girl.

Foxy, the curly-headed brunette, looked at Wanda, asking, “I thought I knew most of the people in our tower. Do you live here?”

“We just moved in yesterday. Then my husband got sent to London in the middle of the night,” Wanda explained. “We flew in from St. Louis, and our moving truck is broken down somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico. I forgot where and I’m stuck here with virtually nothing to wear and no food in the kitchen to eat.”

“Your husband is in London?” Chrissy asked. “I can’t believe he left a gorgeous woman like you home alone.” With a warm smile, the big redhead reached over and stroked Wanda’s arm with her fingertips. Her touch made Wanda react viscerally, and she tried to command her body to relax. All alone in a strange city, these emotions threatened to overwhelm her with feelings she didn’t understand.

“Are you Foxy’s bodyguard?” Wanda asked as she warmed to the big redhead, who seemed very easygoing. She could tell that the tall big-haired brunette was an “A” type and spent most of her time bouncing off the walls. Still, Foxy seemed nice and noticed that Wanda was uncomfortable with strangers and welcomed her into their little group.

“No,” Foxy laughed. “Chrissy is our girlfriend and lives with us. She’s certainly big enough to be a bodyguard, but no, Chrissy is harmless, except maybe when she’s around someone as gorgeous as you!”

“I didn’t mean that she is fat!” Wanda apologized. “I tend to make incorrect assumptions under stress. I don’t do well in crowds, and being here alone is one of my worst fears!”

“Hey, no harm, no foul!” Foxy laughed. “Let’s start over. I’m Foxy. My husband Larry and I live here in this tower, and Chrissy is our long-term girlfriend and my husband’s arm candy. We all moved here from the Midwest like you and Tony.”

“Arm candy?” Wanda asked with a confused look on her face.

Chrissy and Foxy both laughed, then the big-haired brunette replied, “I can see you’re not used to the big city. Arm candy is what we call a beautiful woman at your side!”

“Oh!” Wanda replied as the term slowly started to sink in. “So her job is just to look good for you?”

Chuckling, Foxy replied, “That’s close enough for the short answer. Larry makes decent money, and having two good-looking women on your arm is better than just one. With Larry, it’s all about face.”

“Face?” Wanda asked as all these new terms were starting to overload her mind.

“Larry is a multi-generational Texan and, like a true Texan, wants everything to be bigger than real life. Face is the term he calls your outward appearance to the world, as in putting on your best face. Larry fights the battle of the Alamo and against carpetbaggers every day.”

The waitress took their food and drink orders and then disappeared. Wanda took a deep breath and tried to center herself. The two beautiful women seemed nice enough, and it would be good to meet some people. Everyone seemed to know them, and she relaxed as her stress level ramped down. She could feel the dampness spreading between her legs as the abundance of boobage kept stealing her thoughts.

Wanda smiled at Foxy, “I appreciate you taking me under your wing. This is all so upsetting to me. Tony usually handles our interests, and it’s disconcerting to be dumped here alone!”

Foxy replied, “I assume it was normal for Tony to jet off halfway around the world?”

“True,” Wanda agreed. “But, normally, everything is routine, and there’s not all this uncertainty. I don’t do well with strangers.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chrissy said. “Foxy and I will run interference for you and take care of you until hubby returns. Besides, Foxy has never met a stranger, so stay close to her.”

Giggling, Foxy replied, “Be careful what you ask for!” Then she leaned over and kissed Wanda’s cheek.

Wanda turned bright pink with embarrassment and touched her cheek with her fingers. “Thank you, I think,” and they all laughed.

After a lovely lunch, Foxy ordered wine for the three of them, and they talked casually about nothing in particular.

“If I’m not too out of line, can I ask about Chrissy being your girlfriend? If I were you, I’d be worried about my husband being alone with her.” Wanda asked as she had to know what the deal was.

“I don’t worry about my husband, and Chrissy is the least of our problems,” Foxy said and leaned over and gave Chrissy a long passionate kiss.

Wanda didn’t know what to say as she watched Foxy’s tongue working in her girlfriend’s mouth.

Chuckling, Foxy used her thumb to wipe the lipstick off Chrissy’s mouth. Then gave her a final kiss. “See, Chrissy is my girlfriend, and Larry’s also if the truth were known.”

“Are you two lesbians?” Wanda asked, confused.

“No,” Foxy laughed. “I’m bisexual, and so is Chrissy. But, she leans a little closer to the lezzy side than I do.”

“Bisexual?”Wanda asked. What does that mean? She asked herself.

“We play for both teams,” Chrissy giggled as she ran her fingers up the inside of Wanda’s leg.

“Oh!” Wanda replied as what they were saying sunk in.

“It’s okay,” Foxy laughed. “It’s only slightly contagious, and we don’t bite. Well, not that hard anyway!”

“This is all so new to me?” Wanda replied. “You and Chrissy have sex? How does that work?”

“If you want the gory details, Chrissy has a strap-on dick that she uses on me, but we also like to kiss a lot,” Foxy giggled. “We should probably have a few more drinks before giving you the full 4-1-1.”

“I’ve never known any gay people,” Wanda said aloud. “You seem so normal?”

Both Foxy and Chrissy laughed as Wanda looked back and forth between them. “Wanda, you’re a trip,” Foxy said. “Normal is one of the last terms I’d use to describe Chrissy and me.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes, I say stupid things. I don’t mean any disrespect. It’s just that I don’t normally go out with strangers and usually stay at home,” Wanda apologized. “There are times when I say what I’m thinking rather than keep my mouth shut.”

“That’s okay; we love virgins,” Foxy laughed. “We’re fixing to go swimming and layout by the pool. Would you like to join us?”

“I’d love to,” Wanda said. “But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“That’s not a problem. Neither do we,” Foxy said.

“Skinny dipping?”

Laughing, Foxy leaned over and kissed Wanda full on the lips. The sensation of another woman’s warm lips against hers made her mind spin. It seemed completely natural, and she accepted Foxy’s tongue after a moment’s hesitation. It was against everything she’d been taught, but as she used her tongue to play with Foxy’s, Wanda realized this wasn’t half bad. She worried about Tony for a split second, but deep down, she knew he’d love it.

“I’ve never been nude in front of anyone except my husband, and he only sees me when it’s dark,” Wanda admitted. “Doesn’t it bother you to be naked in front of others?”

Chrissy interjected, “If you look up exhibitionist in the dictionary, you’ll find a picture of Foxy.”

“I must admit, I’m somewhat of a showoff,” Foxy laughed.

“When I walked up behind you two, I was relieved to see your skirts were shorter than mine,” Wanda replied. “You seem so comfortable with your behinds and boobs hanging out.”

“I love when people check me out,” Foxy said. “I used to be shy like you, but Larry taught me to express my sexuality, and the real me came out. Now I love prancing around, barely dressed.”

“Do you normally go braless?” Wanda asked. “My only bra got messed up; otherwise, I’d have one on.”

“Chrissy and I are founding members of the No Bra Club and proud of it,” Foxy replied. “The girls don’t like to be contained and love to come out and play!” Then she reached over and started unbuttoning Wanda’s blouse.

“But isn’t it bad for your breasts?” Wanda asked as she felt the tingling of her nipples which had been erect the entire time during lunch. Now, as Foxy was nonchalantly opening up her top, Wanda could feel the cool air wash over her exposed boobs. She was afraid to look down as she didn’t want to know how far down her top was open. I don’t know how to react. Wanda thought as unfamiliar feelings surged through her body.

Wanda could feel herself getting wetter as the thought of exposing her breasts further excited her. Her mother’s advice about nice girls don’t act like sluts tried to throw cold water on the fire burning in her mind.

Looking over to Chrissy, Foxy asked, “What do you think?”

“One more,” Chrissy answered, and Foxy nodded, then further unbuttoned Wanda.

“According to studies, it’s better to let your breasts go free for most women,” Foxy answered. “It’s like anything else; the muscles atrophy if they don’t get exercised.” Then she reached over and bounced Chrissy’s tits up and down, saying, “She’s had a little bodywork to help hold those big jugs up after encouragement from her ex before we knew her. I would have never let Chrissy get pumped up if we’d known her when she was married.”

“So, you were married?” Wanda asked as she watched Foxy twist one of Chrissy’s nipples, which resulted in a shudder running through the big redhead’s body.

Chrissy didn’t answer but kissed Foxy in a long, slow kiss that reminded her of two lovers being affectionate rather than two lesbians, correction bisexuals.

Wanda looked around to see if anyone was looking at them, and it dawned on her that their choice spot by the windows had a large potted plant strategically placed such that it hid the table from the rest of the restaurant.

Finally, they stopped kissing, and Foxy giggled, “Sorry, Wanda, it’s just that we get horny sometimes. I guess you noticed that they normally sit us in the corner so the other guests don’t get to watch?”

“It’s sweet,” Wanda admitted. “I think it would be nice to have a girlfriend that I felt close to as I’m alone most of the time. I’m not complaining, but Tony is typically off solving the world’s problems.”

“If your hubby doesn’t mind, I think you’d fit into our group?” Foxy asked. “Is he the jealous type?”

“No, not at all. If it were up to him, I’d be dressed like you all the time. He’s always telling me to be sexier, but it’s embarrassing to have people stare at me!” Wanda admitted. “He’s never said anything about me having a girlfriend but maybe?”

“Guys always love to watch,” Chrissy interjected. “There’s something about two girls getting frisky that turns all men on!”

Turning to Foxy, Wanda asked, “I assume Larry feels the same way since you two sleep together?”

“It’s usually three or four of us sleeping together,” Foxy laughed. “Ever since Larry’s girlfriend moved in, I’ve been thinking about getting a double king-size bed.”

“What’s she like?” Wanda asked as the thought of being in bed with these two smoking babes turned both her burners up to high!

“She’s a tall blond with shoulder-length soft curls and blue eyes. She’s not as slender as I am and with tits almost as big as Chrissy’s,” Foxy replied. “Sherry is a television reporter on the Channel 12 news team. She’s a little bit of a tight ass, but I’m changing that.”

“You don’t worry about the competition?” Wanda asked as she struggled to understand her new friend’s casual attitude towards sex.

“You may think I’m naive, but I’m not stupid. I asked Sherry to watch out for Larry when I ran off to LA and make dirty movies. She’s the opposite of what Larry is attracted to, and I felt she was the safest choice for him,” Foxy admitted. “I could have asked his club manager, Linda, to do the job, but she might be a problem in the long run as she looks exactly like me.”

For Wanda, the only thing she heard was “dirty movies,” and the rest of the statement flew over her head. “Dirty movies?” she blurted out and immediately regretted letting her mouth get ahead of her brain.

Foxy and Chrissy burst out laughing at the remark. “Remind me at the pool, and I’ll give you the Cliff Note’s version or loan you a DVD if you’re interested?”

“I’d like that,” Wanda replied as her mind boiled with questions about the curly-headed brunette sitting next to her. Has Tony ever seen Foxy having sex on video? She asked herself.

“I hear the pool calling us,” Foxy quipped. “This conversation is getting too hot for the restaurant!”

Getting up, Foxy took Wanda’s hand, and Chrissy grabbed the other hand. “What about the check?” Wanda asked as they started to walk out. “Don’t worry. They know where to find us!” Foxy replied.

As they started to walk out, Wanda tugged at the bottom of her skirt but jerked her hand off when Foxy glared at her. Foxy led the group away from the table with her back straight, emphasizing her six-foot height plus sky-high stilettos. Foxy seemed utterly unaware that her dress was open down to her navel as her perfect boobs tried to burst out.

As they cleared the planter, which had hidden them during lunch, Wanda was suddenly more aware of how short their collective dresses were.

Looking at Wanda, Foxy ordered, “Push your tits out, and don’t embarrass me!” Wanda numbly followed Foxy’s tight ass as she flounced between the tables. Wanda kept repeating to herself, Tits out, tits out, tits out!

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