Ginger (not her real name) and her family lived not too far from the City of Sin. Yet, you would never know it from her day-in, day-out routine. She had met her husband, Joe, in her early twenties when she was wild, winsome, and as wicked as her long red hair suggested. Before too long they were married, having a baby, and Ginger went from raising holy hell to becoming a happy homemaker.
A few years in and she had gained a few pounds, or quite a few – getting up close to 200. She was happy, but unsatisfied. Content, but longing. Secure, but wanting to feel sexy.
Then, one day, she happened to come across a gym that promised to sculpt, firm, and transform its clients into bikini contest winners. She signed up. Within six months she had shed fifty pounds and turned her arms, legs, abs, and glutes into firm flexing features of feminine beauty. Feminine, not in the sense of delicate and dainty, but in the sense of a Greek goddess – a powerful, proportioned epiphany.
Soon Ginger was convinced to compete on the bikini beauty circuit and she was winning!!! Her total transformation garnered her a lot of attention – from friends, family, and fans. Suddenly, her long ignored libido was longing for more. Late one night she was in bed, Joe sleeping soundly next to her, as she surfed the web. She came across mysexlifewithlola.com. She scrolled, read, and fapped until the sheets were soaked. Intrigued, she ordered Match, Cinder & Spark: Sexy Shorts. When it arrived, she shared it with her hubby, reading together in bed.
“What do you think?” she nervously asked him.
“Think – about what?”
“About Lola. What she does.”
“Sexy.”
“Really? You like that she sleeps with other guys. . . and women?”
“Yeah.”
Ginger saw her opening.
“How would you like it if I did that?” she asked, before going down on him. She let the question sink in as she sucked his cock.
The next night they read another chapter, “Pride Day,” about Lo jacking off a guy in a bar.
“Are you willing to share me?” Ginger asked Joe.
“Are you for real?”
“I want to be fucked by many, many men.”
Before too long, Ginger was having parties of five men in hotel rooms, going down on the other female competitors in the bikini contests, and creating an OnlyFans page. Her hope on the horizon is to become an escort at one of the many legal brothels in Nevada. Go to work, fuck ten or twenty guys, come home with a bra stuffed with hundreds, lie down next to Joe, tell him about her hard day at work, and have him fuck her well-used pussy as if he were another John.
This November, she wrote to us to say “Thanks Lo and HH! Happy Thanksgiving!”
Seriously horny!
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