Recently I posted some of my thoughts about being a hotwife on the hotwife forum. Having no chick friends to talk to about the studs I meet and fuck, I was looking for a sympathetic crowd that would help me understand some of the aspects of this kind of sexual lifestyle. Believe me, I was not complaining one bit! I have met some wonderful men, sometimes I see them several times for ever more enjoyable sex, sometimes it's just one fabulous night of fucking. But I have found that I develop feelings for my lovers and wanted to see how other hotwives and their husbands deal with that issue.

I received some awesome, well written and very well thought out responses that really gave me some food for thought. I was so delighted to learn that many married women have been seeing lovers with or without their husbands for many years and have very vital and healthy marriages. I think that's an incredible statement for both the wives and husbands. It does take a strong man to let his wife be bedded by other men, in and out of his presence. But it seems the results are well worth the risk since the wives remain very happily sexually active and vital. Reminds me of that old saying, "use it or lose it!" I have known so many women friends who have lost interest in sex. Perhaps a new lover would be in order when apathy sets in.

I was very relieved to discover that most if not all of the more experienced hotwives do develop feelings for their lovers, and prefer it that way. I was hoping I wasn't somehow failing "Hot-Wives-101" by wanting to get to know my fuck partners in more depth. I've found that the more I get to know a man the more I want to have him inside me. After all, what's more fun than some good conversation over hot, pumping, breath-taking balling?

Some of the responses suggested that perhaps I jump in the sack and drop my panties a little too quickly. With all due respect I have to disagree with that assessment. Even though the sex definitely improves as the fuck-ship ages (just like fine wine!), I can not stress enough how exhilarating it is to meet someone rather unexpectedly and allow the natural progression of passion and desire to take its course and run wild, quickly leading to a quiet place, a car, behind a building, pieces of clothing nearly torn off in a frantic frenzy to touch and lick and suck and taste, his zipper unzipped, panties pulled down to my knees, and that incredible sensation of a new hard wonderfully gorged cock entering my hot soaking cunt for the first time. Talk about simple pleasures!

Bottom line is, like Baskins Robbins, sex should cum in a variety of flavors and I've only begun to make my way through the menu.

Last Friday night I enjoyed a brand new flavor. I've never tasted anything quite like him before. Not your average vanilla, he was bursting with a rainbow of taste sensations with a rock hard center. Jason and I have posted a few pics from that evening and I hope you enjoy them while licking a very tasty twat!

Now that I've learned a little more about this type of lifestyle I'm more revved up than ever to continue enjoying each and every stud that cums my way.

Viva la hotwives, I say. And that goes double for the studs who fuck our brains out!

Love to you all, jackie
,Jackie Wassup-01-28-01
"The Trials and Tribulations Of A Hot-Wife Widow"

For some reason beyond my grasp, I seem to take up with men who are only passing through. They fly in for the weekend and suggest we get together for drinks. We do, and before the check is down on the table we're fondling each other like dogs in heat. We barely make it to the hotel, groping one another in the rental car, in the elevator, in front of the hotel room door, as the out-of-town lover anxiously fumbles with his key card trying to get the damn door to open. Once inside, it's a mad rush to rip clothes from flesh, and more often than not, the sex is unbelievable, again and again.

Then...just when I'm getting used to their names, they're gone. Back from whence they came. Perhaps never to dock their dicks in this hotwife's harbor again.

I mention this because recently I've seen a return of past lovers. A few months ago Aldo the winemaker trekked down south from God's country, the Napa Valley, still lusting for the sweet nectar of my pussy, and found his way back to my swollen labia lips. A few weeks ago, Jeff re-appeared after a six month absence, sex-starved from a fuckless diet of mergers and acquisitions and ready to gorge himself on my body as if I were myself a three star Michelin restaurant, featuring a seven course meal (dessert included, of course!).

And now, hot off the plane and directly from the dangerous waters of the Amazon, the return of steve, or as I like to call him "Mr. Adventure". Sweaty, stubbly, and still nursing insect bites, Steve has returned in a big way to reclaim his title as clitoral conquerer of Hotwife Jackie.

Now I know how fishermans' wives feel watching their mates depart from shore for months on end, hoping a strong gale wind won't do them in. Or the anguish and loneliness of the warrior's lover, who kisses her lover farewell, not knowing whether the fates will bring him back from war or claim him for themselves (forgive me, I saw Gladiator recently and it put me in a mood).

A little dramatic? Perhaps. But let me just say this, I can't say with ceertainly if absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure as hell makes the breast heave more than usual, the nips more sensitive to the touch, the pussy grow wetter and the cunt grow hornier.

Do I feel like one of those lovelorn babes on the cover of a dimestore romance novel? You bet your ass I do. I'm just a hotwife widow, awaiting the safe return of her part time lovers. And for those of you who haven't made it back yet, my lovelight still shines like a beacon in the dark starless unforgiving night...come on home, baby, and let this hotwife give you safe-harbor again...at least for the night!

Love to you all, jackie