NON-FICTION, fond memories!

[craven mohr]

I had actually given up with my thread as I really didn't think anyone was reading it... Until I passed by the other day and saw the replies from nnjcpl2002 & DreamWeaver - thanks guys! You've encouraged me to continue:
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Dude, you have almost 17,000 views! We are reading it. But a lot of folks here, myself included, like to keep the 'Signal to Noise Ratio' pretty high. No point loading the thread with pointless comments.

You have a good thread here. Please do continue.

Best Day from FLA~

[BisexualJamie]

You good man, as a long time lurker (many years a member without posting) I hear ya! Thx for the encouragement

[BisexualJamie]

I'm sorry for the delay in updates, some non-cuckold/hotwife life stuff happening!

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They got onto the bed and started making out. She got the condom on him... I"m 7" uncut, he was a little shorter but more girth. They went for it missionary to begin with... or at least, he went for it. He came real fast and was apologetic. Providing the 'girlfriend experience' she told him not to worry and they went for round two. This time she went on top (great view of that *tight* body) and was able to have an orgasm on him - needless to say, he came again. To finish off the hour, they did it doggy style, something which he seemed to enjoy because it didn't take him long to cum again.

And that was that. Except it wasn't. Adam had really enjoyed himself and hinted that he may rebook another time. He lives a good few hours away and was visiting friends. Would he make a booking with J the next time he 'happened' to be in the area, or would he make a special visit for her?

We weren't going to to find out immediately... But in the week which followed, J asked me to look on the website again to see if there were any requests that may be of interest... She had unexpectedly tried out being an escort - did she find it addictive?

J got a message from Adam. It turns out that he enjoyed himself so much that he was going to make the two hour journey especially to see her. He booked a nicer hotel than the last he stayed in and instead of staying in Guildford, he stayed closer to us in Woking. This was a special trip for him to see my gorgeous, fit, sexy hotwife!!

She got ready... A part of the process I love as a cuck - all that effort going in but not for me. The hotel was in walking distance so I 'escorted' ( ) her to the hotel.

He had obviously splashed the cash on his 'date'. The hotel was nicer and he had bought an expensive bottle of wine - red, her choice. He wasn't much of a drinker, but that wasn't what she was there for anyway. He had booked her for two hours and made a point of enjoying every moment. She was the ultimate professional, never clock watching and keeping it relaxed - I think I got the text to pick her up about 5-10mins after the booking was due to finish.

Thing with Adam, was that he was a bit awkward socially which meant that J felt she had to put the 'work' in to get a vibe going. Regardless, she succeeded and when we arrived back home, there it was: £280 in cash. Now *that's* what you call a gender pay gap!

[BisexualJamie]

J got a new enquiry, this time from Frank. It was for an out-call which she was starting to scale back since the travelling time cut in to the profitability of the booking - my hotwife was really considering this from a business perspective!

Frank was staying at a hotel about half an hour away, so I fulfilled my role as driver. Thankfully, there was a pub just over the road, so I hid myself in there while J performed the task at hand. What she was working with was a gentleman may be a little older than her, 10 years perhaps, but with an enormous belly - huge. She said he was the biggest bloke she had been with, and she wasn't talking about length or girth. He was so fat, his 'thing' was to watch her give him a blowjob in the hotel mirror - probably because it had been years since he had seen his own dick, poor fella.

She described him wanting to watch her suck him off in the mirror as 'his thing' and the thought of her on her knees obediently slurping on his cock regardless of his obesity was strangely arousing. I think it was her commitment to her 'role' regardless of looks or body which excited me!

Frank re-booked her after this - and the mirror 'thing' was repeated second time around also.

[FNQLivin]

Do keep up the posts.

[BisexualJamie]

Brad wanted to pay (yet another) repeat visit. He was, without a doubt, J's most prolific client. The two of them had negotiated a 'special rate' which still was hugely overpaid for the very few minutes he spent with her. Every time he visited, I would 'do my duty', as he waited outside our block of flats and once I was done, J would message him while I would leave the front door ajar and then go to the lounge and stay silent until I heard the front door close firmly. That was the routine every time.

But J admitted to me that she fancied Brad and if she could, she would like longer with him than the time he was formally booking for. Conveniently (for us all?) the time I arrived in better fashion than any of us could have hoped...

I was due to fly out of the country on business on the day that Brad wanted to visit. In fact, in the time it would have taken me to travel from our flat (apartment) to Terminal 5 at Heathrow Airport, Brad would already be inside... our home.

I had left J with the simple instruction. I wanted a photograph of his cock beside her face. I am around 7" uncut, but I'm not that girthy. Brad on the other hand, was packing a bit more in every dimension. I wanted to see what she had to work with. More recently, I've begun to think of myself as a stag, but this was a more cuck like feeling - I enjoyed knowing that she was getting a longer, thicker dick from elsewhere.

It was a bizarre situation. Being at the airport, knowing what was happening and being incommunicado with J. Of course, it was always that way with bookings, but I was always nearby as a safety kinda thing. But Brad we trusted because he had become such a regular - he probably visited once every 10 days or so.

But there was a big difference with this visit...: This was not a booking. J had told him that she wanted to spend longer with him and that it would be £0. This was a big step for both of us, she had developed feelings of some sort which meant desire was there from her part.

I found myself trying to busy myself in departures, going to this store and that but it was in vain - there was only one thought in my mind... what was happening at home? I was in a state of what felt like constant adrenaline.

J had other instructions from me too. I knew that they would probably spend about an hour together, which was less time than I would be in the air, so I wanted her to message me when Brad had gone so I knew the meet was done and she was all ok. That way, as soon as I switched airplane mode off, I would hear from her.

Sitting in my plane seat, I switched my phone to airplane mode and that was that: Cut off from the rest of the world while my beautiful wife ravished a man for whom she had developed some sort of attraction. The flight time went by sooooo slowly. The descent seemed to take forever.

BANG! We hit the tarmac. I must have looked like an excited schoolboy as I urgently reached for my phone and desperately tried to switch airplane mode off. Before we had even left the runway, success - my phone connected with the network and ping! But it wasn't a message from J telling me she was ok... It was a photo... and another... and another.

I quickly realised what the photos were of and quickly turned the screen away from the passenger beside me...

[FNQLivin]

Don’t keep us hanging….

[BisexualJamie]

I took the briefest of glances at my screen and then quickly placed my phone on my lap. It might only have been a brief glance, but I knew what that was... It wasn't a photo of J with Brad's cock by her face... it was a photo of J with Brad's cock in her face - and that was just one photo, what about the others?

I daren't look while we were taxiing. I have frequently visited this particular European airport and never has that journey between the runway and the terminal felt like an eternity. There were some gents toilets in baggage reclaim, so I decided I would 'hot foot it' in there. I didn't actually need the toilet, I just wanted somewhere private to check out what J had sent me!

I must have looked completely childlike up until the moment I locked myself in the cubicle. So excited, like a kid being offered sweets. I sat down on the toilet and unlocked my phone. Sure enough, three photos: The first, J was posing in front of the mirror in a black lacey lingerie number, dark, seductive make-up with a knowing smile on her face. She looked utterly desirable. The second and third photo were almost the same, in each she was giving Brad a blowjob, but one she was looking down at the task at hand, and in the other she was looking right at the camera. That one is my favourite and, I admit, I've got myself off to that one many times in the years since.

I could tell her hands couldn't quite reach round his thick cock and when she sent him the photos (with her eyes blurred out) even he said he looked big! "That's because it is", she replied.

I don't know how long I spent in the toilets in baggage reclaim gawping at the photographs, but I knew I needed to get an Uber to a town over an hour away, so walked out of the airport, adrenalin still charging around my body in excitement at developments back in the UK. My Uber driver arrived and off we went - at what felt like max speed down the motorway.

I was messaging J in excitement at the photos but was also telling her how fast my Uber driver was going. I joked with her that if we crash and I die, I will die a happy man with the photos one of the last things to put a smile on my face. We agreed that I would call her once I arrived at my hotel.

Checking in at the hotel, I had a suite booked as my budget stretched to that and I thought, why the hell not. With a more superior room, the receptionist and concierge wanted to give me an attentive service which I wasn't totally up for receiving - I just wanted to get in to my room and back to those photos.

I got through the door of my suite, dumped my suitcase and got straight on video call to J. She answered looking absolutely wrecked. That is not at all complimentary unless you know that she had been well and truly fucked - in which case, it is a most fabulous compliment!

She filled me in on the details, how they took the photos almost straight away and then just got down to an hour of fucking, so carnal they were both sweating and had to stop several times because they were both out of breath.

J was going to cook herself some dinner, but she hadn't anticipated feeling so fucked - literally and metaphorically. She had the remnants of half a glass of red wine and told me she was going to have an early night because she was so tired.

[pixmangurn]

Jamie, late to the party on your story but loving it! Keep up the great work !

[BisexualJamie]

And then along came CoVID.

Similar to others on here, that put an enormous dampener on our journey. Added to that, we relocated from one end of the country to the other. J did have a couple of meets in our new town, and only one was of any note. A grey haired gentleman in his mid-late 50s who made her cum twice in one hour. She enjoyed that sex.

But since then (and that was some four years ago at least) there has been nothing. No 'extra-curricular' activity at all, no escorting or expansion of that one £0 meet so the potential for something to blossom didn't happen.

It may not have happened anyway. Brad was quite an outrageous fella sexually - he wanted them to fuck in the hallway of our block of flats and on one occasion sent her a short video of a cream pie he had given another woman with her turning around and blowing a kiss at the camera. Not sure J was impressed by that.

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Then there was the time she was contacted by another woman who wanted her as a third for a FFM. This would have been a booking attracting big bucks because several men would be there to watch and just throw banknotes at them.

J did actually have a phone call with the woman but (really really sadly) J wasn't up for it. Perhaps it was too much too soon. Plus, she's not really into pussy. In her words, "I like cock too much".

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So that is that. The end of our little adventure which started as escorting. I don't think it's at all likely she'll return to that in our new area as we've moved again since. But we did have a conversation recently about 'the lifestyle'. Not swinging, specifically her being a hotwife.

Our happy memories are hereby deposited on the internet forever more.

The story from now on continues in its rightful place: The Wannabe Forum.