Jayne In Heat E-Book

Holden Ram

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

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?"

Leseprobe

Jayne in Heat

Hotwife Isle 1

By Holden Ram

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 Holden Ram

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

Chapter One

This is mostly a memoir of my own, but it also has the accounts of others as I later learned about them. The first moment of change began with a hint from my wife as subtle as a cock in her mouth—not that she had one there at the moment. She left her laptop open to a website I’d never seen before.

“Jayne? What’s this?” In our bedroom, I found a window on her laptop with a close-up of a very pretty white woman kneeling, holding the flaccid cocks of two men, one in each hand—pretty big, one black man and one white. The photo looked like an amateur snapshot, not a professional porn video. I had no problem with the idea. They were ordinary people having fun. Live and let live, I have always said.

Though I was almost ready for bed, in a T-shirt and sweatpants, I had to ask. “What were you looking for? Is this a mistake of some kind?”

“I was curious.” Jayne, a pretty redhead with blue eyes, came out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam from her shower. The steam made her look like a supernatural beauty appearing in a movie. Her natural, curly, red-orange hair was parted in the center and came down past her shoulders. The curls made her hair wonderfully thick. Cute freckles sprayed her face and body where the sunlight had reached and she was very pale where her thong bikini just barely covered her. She wore a see-through, baby-doll nightie without the G-string that came with it. Her tits were big and firm, size 38DD. Her pink nipples showed through the gauzy fabric.

I took an extra moment to appreciate her trimmed triangle of red pubic hair, barely above the hem of the little nightgown. Because she wasn’t wearing the G-string, I knew I’d be getting pussy very soon now. We’d been married sixteen years and had two teen kids, who were sleeping at this hour.

“I was just curious about something I heard about,” she said.

At this point in life, my wife and I had settled into a lot of routines. Having a porn window on her laptop was not routine for her at all. That in turn made me curious about what was on her mind. “What do you mean, you’re curious? Curious about what? You’ve never wanted to look at online porn.”

She had an embarrassed expression. “Ellen told me about this and I wanted to see what you think.”

“I don’t get it. What I think?” I took another look at the picture. “I think she’s cute. And she looks happy.”

“I guess she’s about to have an intense experience.” Jayne tugged her nightie straight, looking at me but not coming closer. “She’s about to have those two men.”

I didn’t believe for a minute that my wife wanted two guys to fuck her, so I was still puzzled. Ellen was her best friend. “You said something about Ellen. What about her?”

“That can wait. I’ll tell you later.” Jayne walked up to me.

I ran my fingers into her thick curls and kissed her. Her lips were soft and her mouth opened on contact, like usual. I explored her mouth with my tongue. My cock was already rising inside my sweatpants. I hugged her, pressing her big tits against my chest. Even after sixteen years, those tits were always like a treasure to me.

Then I felt her hand go inside the waistband of my sweatpants. She gripped my cock as she withdrew her lips from mine. “Come on, big guy. I want to bring this thing over here.”

I let her lead me to the bed like my cock was a stiff handle. After all, I always encouraged her to take hold of it. Something good always followed.

Most nights, I took the lead at about this stage. I expected I would take her in my arms and enjoy her in her nightie for a while longer.

Tonight I didn’t have a chance. She let go of my cock, pulled off the nightie, and tossed it aside like it was trash. Of course I was perfectly happy to have her strip down to nothing. Any straight male would be.

Still, Jayne did surprise me. She sat down on the bed and swung her long legs up, another sign that she was in more of a hurry tonight than usual. I couldn’t help supposing that all this was related in some way to the website.

“Get those sweatpants off.” She reached up to pull my T-shirt over my head.

“Your wish is my command.” I shucked the sweatpants and joined her on the bed. However, I was startled again by her assertive tone.

Jayne, my wife since I was twenty-six and she was a shy twenty-year-old college student, looked at my hard, jutting cock as though she had never seen it before.

“What?” I asked. “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah.” She lay back on the bed. “Fuck me.”

Now I was really surprised. This wasn’t the first time she had used that word, but she usually said, “Make love,” or just “sex.”

This was no time to mull it over, I decided, and stretched out next to her. I took one of those luscious tits in each hand and began sucking on them, shifting back and forth. Her nipples hardened and I flicked my tongue on them before sucking again.

Jayne was quite orgasmic, but these days we had settled into a familiar rhythm of foreplay and then fucking, sucking, or both.

Not tonight. She spread her legs under me and said, “Just give it to me.”

At this point I was sure the website had helped put her in the mood, but I still had no idea what was on her mind. I moved between her legs and used my hand to find out if her pussy was moist. I was startled again, because her pink pussy lips were very damp already.

I raised up so I could see her pretty face. Even after all these years, her deep blue eyes and classic cheekbones were easy on the eyes. As I worked the head of my cock into her pussy lips, she closed her eyes and her mouth came open. I gave her another inch.

“Come on!” Jayne insisted.

I had never heard her like this, sixteen years or not. What the hell, I thought, and shoved my cock all the way inside her—suddenly I was balls deep.

With that long stroke, Jayne moaned loudly, raising her hips to make sure she got all of it. She started grinding and lifted her legs high.

I certainly didn’t need to worry about waiting for her to be ready tonight. She had always responded to the longest in-stroke I could give her. So I just started ramming into her, pulling almost all the way out before ramming again.

Very quickly, she arched her back and began shrieking in an intense rhythm.

I knew her signs, of course. She was climaxing as I pumped my cock in and out of her, so I pumped faster.

She was still shrieking when my cock blazed and shot cum deep into her pussy. I gave her line after line of cum and she changed to a kind of squeal. At last I was finished and pulled out of her with a wet sound.

“Ohhh.” She had a disappointed tone.

Then I lay down next to her so we could catch our breath. I considered how hot she had been a short time ago, even when we first kissed, and how her pussy was wet faster than usual. Most important, she had climaxed even more quickly. This was great stuff, but I was mystified about it all.

Eventually we were relaxed and recovered.

“Something sure got you hot tonight,” I said. “What were you saying about Ellen?” Greg and Ellen were a married couple with kids the same age as ours.

“I wanted you to see that website,” Jayne said slowly. “I have to work up to what I want to say. Let’s go back in time. You remember the first time I saw yours?”

“My website? I don’t have one, you know that.”

“Your cock, silly,” she said with amusement.

Of course I remembered the first time she saw it. By the time I met her, I’d had girlfriends as a teenager and several more in college. After a few disappointing relationships, I had played the field without getting too serious. I was in the working world when I met Jayne. She was a cautious, withdrawn college student from a very strict religious family. Her stunning appearance got me interested enough to ask her out.

I was accustomed to bedding a woman within a few dates, usually the first date. Back then, Jayne was a virgin, studious and intelligent but not experienced in life, let alone sex. When I busted her cherry, she did not climax, of course, and she had insisted on doing it in the dark. The next morning when we woke up, we were still nude. And she needed another lesson.

Chapter Two

Derek, remembering:

On the morning after I took her virginity, I sat up in bed first. “Are you okay?”

She had a shy smile. “Yeah. Yes. Wow.”

“Wow? I know you didn’t get off. I hear women don’t the first time.”

She shrugged, making her tits quiver. “I liked it anyway.”

“I’m glad.”

“I want to see it now.” She spoke quietly, as though pushing herself to say that.

“See what?” I really didn’t know.

“Your you-know.” She was embarrassed and looked away from me.

“My cock?”

“Yeah. Stand up and show it to me. My parents gave me a book about sex when I was young, but there was a lot I didn’t understand. I was too intimidated to ask any questions. They were so disapproving. There’s a lot I don’t remember.”

I couldn’t help being amused at her request. Given that she was less informed than any woman I had ever met, this seemed like a good time for me to help her make up for lost time. My cock was not going to break any records, but I had more size than average. She might as well know it.

“Here goes.” I got to my feet and stood facing her. “I’ll tell you about it. Look at this thing, even in the ordinary state.”

She was looking intently. “What about it?”

“You can see, it hangs almost halfway to my knees.” For fun, I shifted my hips back and forth to make my cock sway.”

“That’s not what the diagram in my book showed. There was this line drawing and the thing on the diagram wasn’t like that. It was a lot smaller.”

“Congratulations, dear. What I gave you last night is in the eightieth percentile of all guys. Length and girth.”

“Eightieth percentile?” She wrinkled her nose, puzzled by what I had said. Doing so made her look even cuter.

“Seventy-nine percent of male adults have smaller ones and nineteen percent are bigger.”

“Ooh. I’m lucky, then, aren’t I?” She studied my sack. “And those balls. They’re big, too, huh?”

“Yeah, the same percentile.”

She nodded, seemingly lost in thought as she continued to examine my equipment. “Some people say women don’t care about size. But I had college classmates who said they really like bigger ones. I guess I don’t really know.”

I shrugged. “Every woman decides for herself.” I looked into her blue eyes and then at the thick orange-red curls of her hair. Then my gaze stopped on her pale tits and pink nipples. “I think you need more experience. How about now?”

Jayne giggled and threw back the covers. “Come and get me!”

So I gave her lesson number two.

*****

My reverie ended and I looked at the woman who had learned to climax from my cock and had done so for sixteen years. And if she happened not to get off on a given occasion, I’d hear about it and make it up to her one way or another. Nor did we do it in the dark any more.

“Of course I remember when I showed you my cock for the first time. You were so naïve and so cute. What about it?”