The first time that I saw Ginny, my one and only wife ever, make it with a black guy was 1964. I was 21; she was 22. We had been married for four months. We dated for five years before we were married; we met each other in school. We had talked about our fantasies. Mine was to see her with another man; hers was to make it with a black man.
.No one ever used the term "hotwife" or "cuckold." There were swingers' clubs, but they were hard to find and generally monoracial. There were ads in certain almost underground papers for couples wishing to meet other couples and singles. Hardly any of the ads were for single males so we figured we might find someone suitable—we did. We met in a coffee shop and then went to a motel. She was a very happy girl when we arrived back home. I was just as happy because she had done the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The goofy expression on her face was further proof of her enjoyment.
Ginny loved slow dancing and making out. It didn't take her long to begin to enjoy herself. She quickly began to show off her very nice young body and her talent for making men hard. She loved threesomes with a bull and with me.
Now, you may wonder why I am here. I'm obviously not going to attract a new partner. The answer is that I miss the people who are in this life. My beloved Ginny died four years ago. Other people seem to have disappeared. I would so much like to talk to today's young hotwives. I have some interesting tales to tell of fifty years ago. They were different in many respects, but lust is still lust. Young wives were targets then just as they are today.
I must mention one big difference between the old days and today. Back then, cleaning up a messy wife was considered perfectly normal. There was nothing humiliating about it. I always loved to clean up Ginny and then dump another load in her.
I'll be happy to answer questions of an sort.
A few facts about Ginny:
She was 5'3", weighed between 105 and 110 depending upon her ice cream intake. She had dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She was a 34B. She was 1/2 Irish and 1/2 Hungarian.
She loved animals, particularly dogs, cats, and horses.
She was a conservative Republican. She always said that they were the kinkiest people.
Her favorite ******* was gin. She'd always start with a gin and tonic, the start drinking it straight.
The secret to getting her quickly was to offer a her a massage (she never turned that down), then run a fingernail gently from the base of her skull to below her rectum. Doing this every couple of minutes during a massage would just about leave a puddle under her cunt.
.No one ever used the term "hotwife" or "cuckold." There were swingers' clubs, but they were hard to find and generally monoracial. There were ads in certain almost underground papers for couples wishing to meet other couples and singles. Hardly any of the ads were for single males so we figured we might find someone suitable—we did. We met in a coffee shop and then went to a motel. She was a very happy girl when we arrived back home. I was just as happy because she had done the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The goofy expression on her face was further proof of her enjoyment.
Ginny loved slow dancing and making out. It didn't take her long to begin to enjoy herself. She quickly began to show off her very nice young body and her talent for making men hard. She loved threesomes with a bull and with me.
Now, you may wonder why I am here. I'm obviously not going to attract a new partner. The answer is that I miss the people who are in this life. My beloved Ginny died four years ago. Other people seem to have disappeared. I would so much like to talk to today's young hotwives. I have some interesting tales to tell of fifty years ago. They were different in many respects, but lust is still lust. Young wives were targets then just as they are today.
I must mention one big difference between the old days and today. Back then, cleaning up a messy wife was considered perfectly normal. There was nothing humiliating about it. I always loved to clean up Ginny and then dump another load in her.
I'll be happy to answer questions of an sort.
A few facts about Ginny:
She was 5'3", weighed between 105 and 110 depending upon her ice cream intake. She had dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She was a 34B. She was 1/2 Irish and 1/2 Hungarian.
She loved animals, particularly dogs, cats, and horses.
She was a conservative Republican. She always said that they were the kinkiest people.
Her favorite ******* was gin. She'd always start with a gin and tonic, the start drinking it straight.
The secret to getting her quickly was to offer a her a massage (she never turned that down), then run a fingernail gently from the base of her skull to below her rectum. Doing this every couple of minutes during a massage would just about leave a puddle under her cunt.
