I’m convinced that loons have taken over the world! I was going to title this post “Only in Vegas,” but it seems that it should have been “Only in the World!” or “News of the Weird.”
It’s a quiet Saturday morning, and I’m up at dawn as usual. Growing up on a farm and having to milk cows as the sun comes up curses you with the inability to sleep late. So our standing rule is to get home before the birds start singing or roughly 4 AM.
Sitting in front of my computer with a hot cup of coffee and trying to wake up. Checking the news, I find that everyone has been morphed into a loon of one type or another.
I was working on The Perfect Wife today at a local bar-restaurant, and once again, I was amazed at how well the Internet has allowed me to work anyplace where I can get a cell phone signal or a Wi-Fi connection.
I use a variety of computers depending on what I’m trying to accomplish. I’ve always been a Windows person and ragged on Apple users as having drunk the Kool-Aid. Boy, was I wrong, and I admit that I’ve tasted the Kool-Aid myself, and it was good!
As a sucker for electronic toys, I admit that have way too many computers. I’ve been disappointed with most Windows laptops, primarily because of their touchpads. Most Windows laptop touchpads don’t work very well except for Lenovo machines. My day job is as an engineer and generally speaking, the majority of we geeks use Windows. I’ve bought multiple Windows laptops over the years and have been disappointed with most of them.
A few years, in a weak moment, I purchased a MacBook Air as it was so light, but I worried about it having an I5 processor, which with Windows machines generally means it is slow. But boy, was I surprised as it never lagged, and the battery life is phenomenal. Generally, with a Windows computer, your battery life is 4-5 hours, but my Air would run over 10 hours without breaking a sweat.
Lisabet, Mark, and I were discussing Hotwifery, and I thought this was a good topic for a post as I’ve been dark too much lately.
The original (1950’s) definition of a Hotwife is typically an older MILF who makes her cuckold husband watch as she entertains. Usually, in older smut stories, the cuckold is often tied up or somehow kept from being able to avenge his wife’s honor and has to be satisfied watching.
I’ve come to the realization that being a swinger has skewed how I look at life in general. Those in the Lifestyle, from our experience, typically treat sexual relationships as more an activity you enjoy, like bowling, and not stepping out on your mate. Having sex with others is not cheating if your partner knows about it, is the common saying.
Today’s Hotwife & cuckold stories are usually not like the 50’s versions but still tend to show hubby looking in the window as his spouse is gangbanged or some such. We’ve traveled a lot in our marriage (pre-COVID) and visited many swing clubs across the country. From what I can see, Hotwives are the same everywhere, and their husbands all like to watch. I’ve yet to find a cuck who doesn’t love to watch his wife in action. Plus, he doesn’t have to do any of the work and is free to abuse himself.
For all you cuckold fans who fantasize about watching your Hotwife having sex with well-built Bulls, Larry Archer’s story should be right up your alley. However, for those of you who have somehow missed this kink, cuckold Club – First Date will throw you into the deep end without floaties! And no I purposefully wrote “cuckold” as lower case. cuckold is always lower case to emphasize who is in charge here. For the same reason, Hotwife is always capitalized to ensure you know who is the boss.
I’ve written a number of blog posts about cuckolds and Hotwives, click on this link or search my site for more info. Our closest couple is a fortyish beautiful blonde Hotwife with a voluptuous body and jugs to die for. When you look up nymphomaniac in the dictionary, her picture is usually there.
Her husband is always watching and taking pictures while abusing himself. The only complaint is that he shakes the camera while videoing his Hotwife with her Bulls.
Most people will agree that an older woman is better in bed as they usually hit their sexual peak while their cuckold husbands are starting to fade.
First Date is the first of a series of stories about the antics of Hotwives with their Bulls, and of course, the cuckold husband with his hand in his pants.
Like many cuckold – Hotwife couples, Ted and Serena started casually. He enjoyed watching his beautiful sexy wife flirt with other guys from across the room. Then, as they got bolder, they took their act to the Hookup Lounge, which is noted for mature beautiful women and horny college guys.
Ted would watch as his wife would become surrounded by young men, all vying for her treasures as he rubbed his cock under the table. Quickly it went from dancing and the occasional kiss to groping on the dark corner of the dance floor. Then one night, it was suddenly real, and Ted was faced with the prospect that his wife was going to be in the arms of another man!
Larry Archer writes explicit HEA erotic stories with hot scenes from beginning to end. His stories are written in his humorous style, which describes the swinging Lifestyle in the positive manner they experience in real life.
I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My porn stories are generally positive and fun as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.
To whet your appetite, check out the X-rated excerpt below.
Ted scanned the bar and watched the tall brunette sitting by herself, her short skirt barely covered her behind as she sipped her martini while swinging a black spike high heel shoe that dangled off her toes. The shoe was precariously balanced and seemed to call out to the guys in the bar as it swung seductively.
She turned and looked around the bar, like a lioness picking out her next meal. As she twisted around, Ted could almost see her nipple through the gap in her top. She wore a short red wrap dress that exposed her beautiful tanned limbs and braless boobs. The woman had loosened the tie, holding the dress together, and pulled it apart until the opening went almost to her navel.
There was no evidence of a tan line, proving to everyone that she likely laid out in the nude to get the glowing tan she exposed to the crowd of young men in the bar. The Hookup was widely known as the place married women went to get laid, and it was apparent to Ted that the crowd of middle-aged to older women and young college-age guys all had one thing on their mind.
His attention returned to the beautiful brunette as an older guy hit on her. The mature gentleman was wearing an expensive suit, but the woman wasn’t looking for money but dick. After a few minutes of conversation, Ted saw the woman shake her head, and the older guy moved off down the bar to try again.
This is more like it! Ted thought as a young guy, possibly twenty-five sat down beside the brunette. He was tall, with a muscular build, and it was obvious that the brunette was attracted to the young man. She leaned towards him as they spoke, making sure he could look down her dress and feast on her gorgeous unfettered breasts. Ted could imagine the sight of her braless tits as they swung enticingly in front of the young man’s eyes.
They laughed at some joke, and the young guy motioned to the bartender to refill the woman’s drink. Ted could see them scooting closer together, and the brunette tapped on the young man’s leg, emphasizing some comment they shared.
As Ted watched, the woman squeezed the young man’s leg and lightly stroked it in a casual way that appeared to be innocent, but the man reacted to her touch by whispering in her ear something that made her smile. The woman looked directly at Ted as her young suitor kissed the woman on the cheek. She closed her eyes as the young stud nibbled on her ear and whispered to her.
Ted continued to watch as the two love birds became more animated. The woman gulped down half her drink then put the glass back on the bar. Then she turned to him and kissed him on the lips. The young man was surprised but recovered quickly and put his hand on the inside of her thigh.
She spread her legs for the young man as he ran his fingers up and down her bare flesh. Ted could see the woman shudder with delight as the college student continued to stroke the woman’s body. Her nipple came partially into view as the opening of her dress slowly opened to the young man’s and Ted’s gaze.
A sly smile crossed her face as she allowed the man to look at her bare breast for a moment before casually pulling her dress partially together. Then she leaned towards the younger man and kissed him again. Ted couldn’t believe that he was watching her get seduced right in front of his eyes.
The young man’s hand was slowly disappearing under her short skirt until Ted saw her eyes open wide for a second and then slowly close while placing her hand on his arm. Ted thought that the woman would push his hand away, but it quickly was apparent that she was encouraging him to keep going.
It was apparent that the young man was the one being seduced and not the older woman.
That’s when Ted noticed the woman was stroking the man’s erection with her fingertips. Even though he was maybe twenty feet away in the dimly lit bar, it was apparent that the woman was tracing the outline of the young man’s cock with her fingers.
Ted felt like a voyeur watching the older woman and the younger good-looking guy make out at the bar. His dick probably wasn’t as hard as the guy’s, but it was a turn-on to watch this play out in front of him. The other patrons didn’t notice the two of them beyond a few people close by.
He could see a couple of guys staring at the two while the woman stroked his dick and allowed the guy to have his hand up her skirt. But, of course, exposing her charms with the top of her dress gaping open was also an incentive for everyone to stare.
Ted gulped down his beer and ran his fingers through his hair as he watched the two lovers get more animated by the minute. He soon saw the woman nod towards an empty booth, and a smile spread across the younger man’s face.
They got off their bar stools and walked over to the booth. The young man casually laid his hand on the woman’s ass, and she looped her arm around him while rubbing her hip against his. They both slid into one side of the booth and immediately started making out.
As they kissed, Ted watched the young man put his hand into the woman’s dress and fondle her boob. He could see her nipple instantly harden to his touch while her tongue was in the young guy’s mouth. Ted wondered if they would fuck in the booth, or maybe she would give him a blowjob, right in the middle of the bar as everyone looked on.
Ted’s dick was aching as he watched the two love birds make out like a pair of horny teenagers right in front of everyone in the bar. But, of course, it was pretty evident that these two were not the only fired-up couples in the bar. The Hookup certainly lived up to its reputation as a fertile hunting ground for horny cheating housewives.
As he was absorbed in the spectacle of a beautiful older woman with a younger virile man, Ted sensed someone nearby. Looking around, he realized that an older gentleman had slid into the booth across from him.
“Hi, my name is Roger,” the man said as he extended his hand across the table.
“Ted,” was his reply as he shook the man’s hand while turning back to watch the couple making out.
“She’s pretty hot, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” Ted replied.
“Is this your first time?” Roger asked.
“First time?” Ted questioned.
“That your wife picked up some guy?”
“How did you know that is my wife?”
“I saw you two outside in the lobby together. Your wife is a knockout, and you should be proud of her?”
“And you know what we are up to?” Ted asked.
“Look down at the end of the bar and check out the blond with the surfer dude. That’s my wife!” The older man said.
“Your wife?” Ted questioned.
“Exactly,” Roger replied. “And I can help you.”
“Have you been working up to this night? I’m assuming your wife is planning on getting lucky?”
“Before, it was mostly playing around and a little grab-ass at the bar. Tonight I told her that it was alright to sleep with someone,” Ted confessed.
“Where are they going?”
“I don’t know. We didn’t discuss that.”
“Can you send her a text that he won’t see?” Roger asked.
“Text her and have her meet you in the hallway outside the bathrooms, then give her this key card. The room number is on the envelope, and they can use the room to take care of business,” Roger told him as he handed over a room key in a small envelope. “Do it now before they make other arrangements.”
Ted pulled out his phone and sent the text message to his wife.
Roger said, “Go wait in the hallway and give her this key card and tell her to take her date there.”
Ted numbly walked towards the hallway and glanced over to see his wife reading the message on her phone. She glanced up to look at him as he walked past their booth.
What am I doing? I’m facilitating my wife getting fucked by a total stranger, Ted thought, but he could feel his dick throbbing in anticipation.
He paced the hallway. On the one hand, the idea his wife was going to get her brains fucked out was so exciting, but on the other hand, the realization that he was giving her permission made a cold sweat break out on his forehead. Then, before he had much time to think about it, his wife walked into the hallway.
“Ted, what’s going on? Did you change your mind?” Serena asked.
“No, here’s a key to a room you two can use,” Ted replied as he handed his wife the key card. “The room number is on the envelope. I love you.”
“I love you too, and thank you,” his wife replied. “I promise I’ll tell you everything that happens. Every dirty detail of what we do together,” Serena said as she kissed him and put the key in her clutch purse.
“I need to know how big his dick is?”
Serena grinned, “Don’t worry, I’ll take a dic pic for you, and hopefully, I can take the whole thing!”
“Oh, God! Is he that big?”
“Biggest cock I’ve ever felt, and I can’t wait to get it in me. Thank you, Baby. I can’t thank you enough for letting me have him. I’ve had a couple of drinks to make sure I don’t chicken out,” Serena gushed. “I promise, I’ll put on a good show for you and get selfies. Do you want to see it in my mouth or pussy?”
“How about both?”
“In any particular order?” Serena giggled.
“Maybe mouth, pussy, mouth?” Ted suggested.
“You want me to suck his dick after he’s fucked me?” Serena asked for confirmation. “Then I guess you’ll want to kiss me to make sure I taste like cum?”
“You’ll suck the cum off his dick?” Ted asked, surprised at what his wife admitted so casually.
“Yeah, and my pussy juice also!” Serena laughed. “I know, I’m a slut, and I realize that I love it! So maybe I’ll give him my other hole?”
“But, we’ve never done that before?” Ted asked as the thought of the stranger butt fucking his wife made his dick throb.
“Keep in mind, your dick is not as big as his, and I think I’d like to try it out everywhere. Any more questions, as I need to get going so, he can get some. Then I can come home and tell you all about it, every sloppy detail?”
“Have fun,” Ted said, and then he kissed his wife.
“Here, hang on to these for me. I don’t think I’ll need them,” Serena giggled and pressed her wet thong into his palm. Then she turned and walked back into the bar.
Ted pressed his wife’s soaked panties against his nose and inhaled the scent of her sex deep into his lungs. He watched the sway of her ass as she walked into the arms of another man.
Yahoo News has cemented its place as the Internet version of The National Enquirer. Yahoo’s news feed has news interposed with An Alien Impregnated My Wife, or Does that bar in Mexico with the donkey still exist, and did your wife know him?
Once again, I amaze myself. I’m trying to finish The Perfect Wife, and I’m already deep into BULL Riding MIFs. I love the cover image and think I will have a poster made so I can tape it to the bathroom wall. That way, I will have both hands free!
I don’t know if it’s the pandemic or what, but here lately, I seem to have gotten stuck on Hotwife stories. No one wants to admit it, but it’s exciting watching your wife get her lights drilled out. In the Lifestyle, my role has often been as a Bull, and it’s interesting to talk about Hotwives with their cuck husbands. Also, as an amateur psychologist, I enjoy trying to understand and empathize with other people and their kinks.
For straights, it may be difficult to appreciate people’s openness in the swing scene. We talk about subject matter that “normal” individuals struggle to understand. In Foxy and my travels around the country visiting swing clubs, we’ve met many people from a broad spectrum of backgrounds and kinks.
How many times have you been tooling down the street while your significant other or perhaps a total stranger is giving you a blowjob? There is nothing like getting your cock sucked to make your troubles disappear.
Well, except for the guy in Florida, who, in the throes of passion, crossed the centerline and ran head-on into a FedEx truck!
As you cringe, like I did, with the thought of having your dick that close to someone’s teeth while the airbag exploded. According to the news report, the driver escaped with only minor injuries to his still attached appendage. But he was lying in the street with his pants around his ankles as paramedics bandaged him up. How embarrassing!
Reminds me of Julie in Airplane when she has to reinflate Otto the autopilot.
It’s nice to read something that doesn’t involve a bunch of people getting killed. Have a great day!
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 erotic stories based on the things we do and see. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My porn novels are generally positive and fun, reflecting how enjoyable swinging has been for us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish them at all the popular outlets.
First, let me state that I’m a born and raised Texan. As such, being a gun nut is inbred in me, like that family who lives in a house trailer out in the woods. I had a 22 in my hand before I started school. And yes, I had to walk barefoot on a dirt road two miles to school and carried my lunch in a Steen’s syrup pail.
This Memorial Day in Sin City is perfect. The sun is shining, virtually no clouds in the sky, a light breeze is blowing, and it’s 76 degrees. Foxy and I were about to head over to a couple’s house for a Memorial Day party when we got a call that they had contracted COVID.
Our friends and us have been lucky, knock on wood, as our group has been mostly COVID free for the duration. This was our first large social event in a couple of years, as we’ve been forced to be monogamous through no fault of our own. As a result, the pool party will be on hiatus for a few weeks.
We have a vintage Corvette convertible all waxed and sitting in the garage waiting for us, but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with Foxy showing off her new string bikini to truckers on the highway and flashing the lucky ones!