“To be a submissive slut wife for my husband and anyone he brings home for me to fuck, with a hot wet ready-to-be-fucked-cunt begging to be filled by hard cock (s) as often as possible.”

I wondered... would David fuck as good as he looked? If he were even half as good, I was in for the ride of my life...chocolate-style.
Next; David meets Jackie at a hotel near LAX.

,Jackie Update-11-04-00
Last Friday night I had the very deep and sincere pleasure of having my slump broken with a new lover named Phil. He was looking for a hot wife to fuck and I was the lucky wife who caught his eye. I was nervous and unsure if I would be able to excite him, worried that my slump might be permanent, and at the same time hoping that I could get Phil so turned on that he’d use me like the submissive slut that I am and give me the full force of his sexual energy, pulling me once and for all out of that deep dark bottomless slump I’d fallen into.
Phil exceeded my expectations in every way, pounding me with his very hard 8 inch cock from every concievable position. He worked so hard to please this horny wife that sweat trickled off his shoulders and onto my heaving breasts while his dick slid in and out of my slick cunt at a fierce pace. To reward him for his hard work-out, I climbed on top of him and sucked his cock until he squirted hot cum all over my face. My tongue licked off what it could.
At first I felt genuine relief that I was still desirable and capable of getting a hot lover off. But now I’m somewhat troubled by another thought. It’s been about a year and a half since I had my first hot wife experience. My first lover was a well hung marine and eager to please in any way he could. Having two cocks at once, sucking off one and fucking the other, became an instant a-dick-tion (sorry, couldn’t resist that). But honestly, it was a physical thrill beyond anything I’d ever imagined and it took my pussy days to recover from fucking two big cocks one right after the other.
I loved the sensation of being a total submissive slut for two men at once, but it took me almost a year to build up the courage to try it again. The thing was, I kept thinking I shouldn’t make a thing like that a habit. What kind of woman fucks two men (or even more) at one time, I wondered? I mean, I enjoyed being a slut, it felt really good to be desired and fucked by men I didn’t know and to be able to walk away with no strings attached, but still, I wondered, what kind of a woman does a thing like that?
I don’t have any chick friends who invite other lovers to join herself and her husband in bed, so I don’t have anyone to talk to about this. And although my body says, “Go for it, you know you want it, so go get it,” there’s still this voice in my head saying “Respectable women don’t fuck men other than their husbands. And respectable women don’t fuck several different men. And respectable women don’t fuck more than one man at a time.” I’ve tried to ignore this voice but I’m having trouble coming to terms with what kind of woman I am.
For instance, last Friday night I met Phil for drinks and then fucked him in his hotel room before he flew off for a South American vacation. Tomorrow I’ve got a date to meet a man I’ve been e-mailing with for a few weeks. He loves wives who fuck other men and can’t wait to take turns fucking me with Jason. I’ve also met a black man through e-mail, built like a linebacker, who has already booked a flight and a room this month to come down from the Bay area and fuck my brains out. He wants to keep the vid-cam running so that he can share the experience of fucking this white married chick (that would be me) with the rest of the world (I”m not complaining). But what I’m wondering is, what kind of a woman fucks three different men in a month’s time?
Should I listen to that judgemental voice in my head and cancel some of these dates, or should I listen to my body and let it get laid as often as it wants to? I need some advice...would you let your wife get laid that often by other men?
Would you like it, would you watch, would you join in and help the guy fuck her? Jason isn’t complaining either, but what about that voice in my head? Is it right?
Give me your thoughts before I go out and get laid again.
jackie

,Jackie Update-10-24-00
Hotwife in Slump
Hi everyone this is Jackie. Neither Jason, my husband, nor I have posted to the HWF for a few weeks. I’d like to start off with a brief explanation. If you’ve seen pictures of me getting fucked by my lovers and read any of the stories on our web site, you probably know that my husband Jason is usually the story teller. There is a good reason for this tradition. Jason enjoys relaying the play-by-play of my hotwife adventures, and I enjoy the “play” itself. Since we’ve been contributing to this forum, the protocol has been that I flirt with and seduce sexy men to fuck me, and my husband gets off watching, then gets off again sharing the details with all of you from his perfect birds-eye-view.

But today I find myself the one sitting down to tell the story, in fact, I really need to get it off my chest. Jason and I have always felt great about sharing our hotwife good times with everyone here at the forum, so it seems fitting that I should come here today when the times aren’t so good. Somewhere in between lovers I’ve fallen into a slump, and I just can’t seem to crawl out of it. I’ve misplaced my horny slut wife identity and I don’t know where to find it.
In happier hotwife days, I would while away the afternoons trading naughty e-mails with men I’d encountered online and sometimes found myself wanting to fuck.
I can’t say what it was about a certain letter that caught my eye. A clever turn of a phrase here, a cute sexy comment there, and next thing I knew I wanted him. Once a certain Mister caught my attention, I’d tease him unmercifully with nasty pics of myself, pleasuring my pussy with all manner of sensual toys, with captions that read something like, “See what I have to do while I wait to see you? My cunt craves you and my batteries are getting low!”

Generally this type of mail led to an hour or so of torrid phone sex, usually followed by a hasty drive to a hotel room where I would meet my new lover. The stranger would quickly peel my clothes off and would look into my husbands eyes as I spread my legs and offered my pussy to this man for his pleasure. Sometimes the anxious-to-please prospective lover would speed across 75 miles of southern California freeways to my beach town doorstep where the phone sex was easily replaced with an in-the-flesh hard cock that required my immediate and total attention. We were lucky if we made it near a bed...the living room coach or floor often had to suffice, once even the welcome mat was pressed into fuck service.

Sometimes we would see each other again. Sometimes circumstances dictated that it could only be a one-time thing and we simply enjoyed every lick, taste and sensation of each other’s body while we could get it. Jason loved to watch me really getting fucked well. He’d get so hard as he watched a new lover’s dick slide in and out of his wife’s horny cunt, he could hardly wait for my playmate to cum all over me so that he himself could shove his hot cock inside my already been fucked twat and squirt out load number two, dousing the inside of my thighs. I’d take a hand full of my husband’s hot jizz and slather it over my clit, stroking myself to a jolting orgasm, then fingering my asshole just to drive Jason a little bit crazier than he already was, scolding him for cumming too quickly when if he’d held out a few minutes longer I would have begged him to push his hard cock up my ass, and take his turn fucking me while the little whore in me invited the new guy to fuck my face. My husband would explode inside me, his hot load dripping out of my backdoor hole and drenching my creamy white butt cheeks while my new lover would lose control and fill my mouth with his jizz.

Writing about this now makes me miss my hotwife sessions even more than I realized. And yet, I can’t seem to get back in the game.
I watched the Yankees the last two weeks of the regular season. My favorite NY team was in a slump. Even the dependable Jeter couldn’t seem to do a thing at the plate, and that’s when it hit me, I was in a slump, too, a sex-slump. I began to analyze the previous few months, searching for the root of my problem.

Yes, it was true, my regular lover (Click Here to See pics of him fucking me) who lives in Florida has not been back to LA since June. And I miss our hours long fuck marathons. Late nights turned into early mornings while my lover and I would continue to fuck as my husband worked at his computer, stopping occasionally to peek inside our bedroom door when he could not resist the sounds of my moans and cries as my lover pumped his dick in and out of me. Unfortunately my lovers business budget has not allowed for another trip out to the west coast since then. Is this the source of my slump?
I don’t think so, because I met and fucked a tremendously able-bodied man just a month later. It was the night before he was to leave for Europe on business. He fucked me five times that night, and I woke him an hour early the next morning in our hotel room over looking the Queen Mary, just so I could feel his cock in me once again before he boarded the plane. He’s still working overseas and hasn’t returned to the US yet. Could this be the source of my sex-blues?

Not hardly. Because after my lover left for Europe, I was emailing two very capable men to take my two previous lover’s places. Both were unusually handsome, with hard-as-nails bodies, and what they both described as “insatiable sexual appetites.” I wanted a shot at satisfying their hungers, together, separately, one after the other, I didn’t care how it went down, I just wanted them to fuck me. But as of this writing, I’ve fucked neither of them. One of them canceled our date with only a couple of hours notice saying he couldn’t find a dogsitter, and the other has broken three dates because he’s been too busy trying to negotiate a messy custody battle with his ex to arrange an evening away from his kids. Could these two heartbreaks be the source of my slump? I might be getting warmer.

But I still had one shot left. One shining opportunity that could turn my sexless frown upside down. I made a date with a very attractive man in San Francisco. We had been flirting with each other for weeks online and had some great phone sex that climaxed with Jason fucking me while he got off as I begged him to stroke himself and tell me how much he wanted to feel his cock between my lips. I had a good feeling about him. In fact, I couldn’t wait to fuck him!
Jason and I booked the flight and were actually packing our over night bag when I got a call that his military unit had been called away on an emergency mission and he, too, was packing for an extended deployment out of the country. Obviously he couldn’t say where he was going or when he’d be back. That was the end of that, and, with him, he took the last bit of my desire to seek the company of other men to fuck me. I had hit my head against one too many brick walls, and it was beginning to hurt! Fuck it, I thought, I just don’t need this rejection.

But I do...miss it, that is. I miss that look in a man’s eyes when he’s fucking me for the first time and I can see that he’d rather be fucking me a that moment than doing anything else in the world. I love being such a good fuck that my partner cries out as he cums, scolding himself that he didn’t want to cum that soon, and making me promise to give him another chance to fuck me just as soon as he catches his breath and recovers his hard cock again (and he always does). And I love the way a man gasps the first time I take his cock into my mouth, deeper and deeper, licking his balls and driving his ever-harder cock down my throat until I nearly gag on his pre-cum as it trickles out of the head of his dick. Yeah, that’s kinky, but I love it.
Meanwhile, I’ve taken up gardening and my roses are looking good. I found a French cookbook that I ordered online and I’ve been working on perfecting an authentic Coq Au Vin. It’s world series time and the Yankees are looking good.
Jeter got out of his slump. Is there hope yet for me?

,Jackie Update-09-28-00
What Should I Wear?
Click here to see all the pictures and Vote Now!

This weekend Jason and I are heading over to do Las Vegas. Odd as it may seem, we haven’t been to sin-city in almost (God, I hate to admit it), well, let’s just say last time we were there Sinatra was still commanding the big bucks at Ceasars Palace. Since then they’ve leveled The Sands where Frank, Dean and Sammy used to play and the rat-pack is fodder for the pop culture history books.

Yes, it’s been a while. To be honest with you, I’m not one to throw money away on games where the odds are definitely not in my favor. Glitzy shows with white lions and tigers and bears, and magicians that can levitate their lovely and talented assistants, don’t really thrill me, either. The food’s just as good and probably better in LA, and we’ve got The Getty, Disneyland and Magic Mountain, so roller coasters and Steve Wynn’s Monet’s are not what is inspiring us to get in the car and drive five hours, crossing the Nevada border and leaving our precious Pacific breeze so far behind.

So, why ARE we going, you may wonder? Riddle me this; why did the Hotwife cross the road? Have you guessed? Why, to fuck a young stud, of course, who has graciously volunteered his hard body for an entire evening of pleasure so that I may partake of him in any way I so desire. He calls himself my Boy-Toy. Well, he has no idea how much I like to play with my toys!! Oh, wait, that’s not quite true. Boy-Toy and I talked on the phone the other night and one thing led to another, and next thing you know he’s telling me how he’s stroking his big cock, and I’m telling him how I’m playing with my hot little pussy.

From his office, Jason hears the rapid breathing and dirty talk, puts two-and-two together, and is enticed to get up from his computer, stroll casually into the bedroom, lift up my skirt, pull down my panties and shove his big hard dick inside his naughty wife’s toy-box...Boy-Toy loved it!! He said it turned him on like crazy talking to me while I was being fucked by hubby. This young stud already knows how to play some of Jackie’s favorite games.

Now, everyone knows that when one goes to Vegas, one must dress for the occasion. Not that I don’t already have a closet-full of clothes, but that’s not the point! Shopping for a trip, especially to a place like Vegas where flash and trash are the order of the day, calls for a serious afternoon of charge-card-charging at the Santa Barbara mall. Jason brought his camera and shot pics of all the possible wardrobe combinations. What do YOU think I ought to wear to meet Boy-Toy? Vote for your prefernce.

Because we will, of course, shoot pics of the event, starting with me getting all dressed up for a great fuck, to welcuming the young stud to our suite, to...well, playtime!! So if you have an outfit preference, don’t hesitate, See the pics and Vote before I decide for myself!
Now, what about pussy hair...to shave or not to shave...
Have a great weekend, everyone! I plan to.
luv, (horny-for-boy-toy) jackie

09-17-00
Well, It’s been 3 months since I’ve been pleasured by a visit from my Florida lover and I’m really getting cranky. It’s not his fault, really. (click picture to see set of Jeff fucking me last time he was in town)

He does have things to do, I suppose, like making important medical breakthroughs and running his own business. Blah, blah, blah. And I guess I have to be a little patient since he’s been undergoing several surgeries himself for an injury to one of his limbs he sustained on vacation (lucky for me it has nothing to do with my most favorite of limbs...the one between his legs!).

All right, maybe I’m greedy. But three months? Fuck! And, by the way, I have. Several times. I’ve had to track down and seduce surrogate lovers for my lover!! Okay, so I would’ve fucked those other guys anyway, but that’s beside the point. The point is, how long does one have to wait for their wayward lover to get back to southern Cal so he can fuck the brains out of his horny hot-wife girlfriend???

He calls and talks dirty to me several times a week. But it’s little solace to my horny twat. I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and write e-mail fantasies to him, sending them during working hours for maximum effect (it’s not always convenient to get out of board meeting to go beat off in the executive bathroom. And explaining cum-streaked mirrors to your parnters can be embarrassing).
I’ve been cooking this one up for the past half hour. Tell me what you think. Is it hot enough, or is it still missing some spicy ingredient? I’m desperate! I want my lover back! HELP!!!!!

Hi Baby,
I wanted to wish you a great weekend and hope that you get ample time to rest up and relax. After all, you’ll need to be well rested before you head out here again (soon I hope). I plan on keeping you occupied with non-stop action and I don’t want you to wear out on me!!
So this weekend, throw a nice juicy steak on the grill for some sustenance, open a nice bottle of California pinot noir and imagine that I'm there sharing it all with you.

Of course, it's so hot in Florida that I have to wear my very skimpiest and revealing dress, a white stretch satin number that clings to my body like a slip and is just sheer enough that you can see my hard brown nipples pushing against the material, begging you to suck on them...which of course you will.

We’re standing in front of the grill together in your back yard. You’re using one hand for turning the steaks with your skewer, and the other hand is wandering up the back of my leg, on a mission to verify what you already suspect, that I skipped the panties tonight...it's too damn hot for panties! Besides, I know how hard you become instantly when you reach up my dress and find my pussy unclad, naked and already hot and juicy to the touch.

I lean over the grill, pretending that I want to get a good whiff of that smoking meat, but what I'm really trying to do is get your meat rock hard and ready for me. You lean back behind me and get a great view of my pussy lips beneath my short dress, already swollen and glistening, waiting for you to taste them, take them in your mouth, separate them with your tongue and suck on my clit until I cum all over your face...you kneel down behind me and pull my ass cheeks apart.

I spread my feet further apart, telling you in my own subtle sign-language that I want you to play with me. Your fingers slide easily inside of me....I take another sip of wine and say, "Baby, what about your neighbors? Can't they see us?"
Indeed, your fence is only about five feet high and the neighboring homes are all two story jobs. “Let ‘em look,” you say, “maybe you’ll even have pity on my poor neighbor Ed and give him a blow-job when you’re done with me. He hasn't gotten any since his wife walked out on him last year.”

I spread my puffy lips apart for you wondering if Ed is watching. You lick my cunt from behind, stretching your tongue to reach up to my swollen and throbbing clit. I'm trying to play it oh-so-cool, but you know how wet I am, how full of shit I am, how totally out of control I become when your tongue does those tricks it knows how to do, almost instinctually, it seems.

Now it's your turn to tease me. You stand up and go back to the work of cooking the steak as if nothing happened (though your lips give you away, glazed with my own secret sauce).
I take your fingers, the ones I know you inserted inside of me, and I lick them and suck on them as you pretend you're busy being chef. You won't pay attention to me? Hmmmm. I decide to take drastic measures...I move a patio chair in front of the grill so that I am sitting directly in the field of your vision. I pull my dress up over my hips and sit down at the very edge of the chair and spread my legs as far apart as I can stand.

I take the bottle of pinot noir and begin dripping it slowly down my throbbing clit, a water fall of red wine over my swollen pussy lips, then dribbling down to my tight little asshole. You drop the BBQ skewer then drop down in front of me, lapping up the wine from the folds of my labia, your tongue diving deep inside of my twat to make sure you get every drop. “You didn’t think I’d let you waste a pinot of that vintage, did you?” you say, taking a deep breath before diving back down, taking my clit between your lips, massaging and sucking it until I finally give in and explode in a fabulous orgasm!

Oh God, I want you to fuck me so bad, and I tell you as much. You pick me up and carry me just inside the door where you unzip your pants, revealing what must be nearly a painful hard-on. "You're so big and hard! I want to suck your cock."
But you say, firmly, "No, Jackie, no” as if you’re scolding a rambunctious puppy, “you’re going to get the fucking you deserve, right here, right now!"
"Okay," I said obediently, "I’ll behave this once."

Mmmmmm, God, I love that feeling when you first enter me, forcing your cock deep inside of me. I climb up on top of you so that I can get every single inch of your hardness inside of me....the steaks are burning...suddenly I wonder if Ed’s getting a good, hard, look through the open window, and...I wonder how big his cock is?
...luv jackie