Derek and his beautiful hotwife Jayne return to the resort famous for well-endowed men and the women who desire them. Jayne, with red hair, full breasts, and long legs, loves finding the most well-hung men. She spreads her legs for any man she likes, white or black. But this time, her sexually repressed mom Barb wants to come along! The only man she ever had was her late husband—and now she wants to visit this resort but only to meet people and observe, not to participate. While she enters this new environment, Derek watches Jayne get serviced by men he can never hope to compete with. Derek and Jayne encourage Barb to open her mind, while also meeting newcomers and old friends. One wannabe hotwife examines Derek’s privates and finds him much better endowed than her husband. And when another wannabe hotwife can’t find the right man, Jayne makes an exception and allows Derek to service her—given that he’s much better endowed than this woman’s husband. Meanwhile, Barb converses with various couples. At one woman’s request, she even measures the husband’s member and finds it seriously lacking. Little by little, she becomes more comfortable with her surroundings. Derek and Jayne assure her that she can try a new adventure if she wants. The big question is, how far will she go? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ “I remember hearing about swingers who trade partners. I never approved, but I understand a trade. Why would any man tolerate this hotwife thing?” “Maybe I don’t entirely get it, either, but if we’re both happy, who cares?” “That’s right, isn’t it? It’s nobody else’s business.” I stuck one foot out from under the table. “Take a look at my ankle bracelet.” “Gold. That’s very nice.” “See the pendant?” “The shape of a fox.” “A vixen, Mom. It means I’m a certain kind of hotwife, who has a husband who’s a stag. He has a strong personality, not a cuckold.” “My, my, there’s so much I don’t know.” She took a deep breath. “I want to go. Will you take me?” “What?” That was an even bigger shock than seeing her with the video. I thought she just wanted to ask me what the resort was like and leave it at that. “You, uh, are you sure? Do you understand what it’s really like?” “It says clothing optional. So I don’t have to be nude.” “That’s true, Mom, but have you looked at everything on the website?” She gave me an impish smile, almost like a naughty child. It was a look I had never seen from her before. “Like I said, I’m aware of getting old. I suppose I’ll just, you know, see the sights and enjoy the Caribbean climate. Sure I’ll feel awkward when we get there. But I’m realistic. No man is going to take a second look at me with all those beautiful young women around, so I’ll just enjoy the atmosphere and maybe talk to some interesting people. And you must know I couldn’t bring myself to go alone. But if I go with you and Derek, I think I can do this.” “Okay, if you’re sure,” I said, as a sudden realization came to me: She had been alone for some years now and obviously had decided that she did not just want to watch TV and go online until she withered up and died. Doing something a little crazy was exactly what she needed. ***** Derek So the three of us flew to Hotwife Isle together. I arranged a bungalow next to ours for my mother-in-law, Barb. As always, we were polite and friendly on the flight, but never talked about the resort. After checking in, we ate a late lunch together. Then we agreed to meet right outside our bungalows in an hour. “I think I better wear my swimsuit,” I told Jayne after we showered. Usually we both were nude at all times here, except for the main restaurant and the coffee shop because of their rules for sanitation. “Barb said she’d wear a swimsuit.” Jayne was toweling her cloud of red hair. “I told her in private you and I are always nude here. She understands that almost everybody will be.” “Not everybody is her son-in-law.” my phone in an arm holder. “You’re not far from being nude,” said Jayne. “That thing’s snug. You’re showing a hell of a bulge.” “I’ll be nude,” she said with a little smile. “My flip-flops and ankle bracelet don’t count.” Even so, I pulled on my trunk-style swimsuit, which Jayne had picked out for the blue and white tropical pattern on it. Even though I usually didn’t wear one here, I always made sure I had one with me. I wore
