You all know by now these stories are based on actual experiences my wife and I have had through our own journey in the Hotwife lifestyle. And if you read Just Spice: Jason you already know that not every experience goes how you plan.
And you know Amrie and Shane are always real with each other and are able to laugh about the….ummm not so great experiences….So, here you go, I remember this night like it was yesterday.
The only truly unbearable moment was the walk from Jeremy’s airless house to the car, the heat still clinging to our skin. Even so, the two of us staggered down the sidewalk in a state of battered euphoria, clutching our shoes and water bottles, Amrie’s underwear, proudly balled in her fist like a prize. I unlocked the car and collapsed in the driver’s seat, cranking the AC dial until the fan sounded like a jet engine. The car’s interior still carrying the pent-up heat of the day, everything smelling of fake leather, and the aura of our recent fuck.
Amrie slid in on the passenger side, her hair plastered to her neck and her eyeliner pooled in twin crescents under her eyes. She took one look at me, and for a second I thought she might start to cry. Instead, she let out a laugh so sharp and sudden it ricocheted off the windshield.
“What in the fuck,” she said, grinning at me sideways, her face glazed and sparkling from the sweat. Even in the dull blue light of the dashboard, she was a knockout; I couldn’t help but lean over the center console and kiss her, tasting the salt on her upper lip, the sweetness in her mouth. She bit down hard enough to hurt and then shoved me back, like she couldn’t stand even one second of earnestness.
“I was about to lose it in there,” she said, pawing through the glove box for a pack of mints. “Who the fuck keeps their thermostat at seventy-eight degrees and refuses to turn it down in July? Is this, like, a kink thing now, because I will damn sure kink shame that shit?”
I laughed, still giddy from the rush of her love of being watched and used. “No, I think it’s just that Jeremy still has ‘student brain.’ He eats expired protein bars and lives like he’s in a monastery. The only thing he spends money on are those haircuts and his Xbox subscription.”
I’m about 1/3 of the way through the first draft now. I’ll keep you all up to date with excerpts as I continue to write what me and my wife call our “golden era” of our journey. And as always.
Thank you all,
Michael