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Housewife to Hotwife: Ginger’s Transformation Story
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Ginger reading “Sexy Shorts” in her cute “Fuck You” panties
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.
Fit Ginger Hotwife
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.
Fit Ginger Hotwife Faps to Lola
“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.
Fit Ginger Hotwife studying up
“Are you willing to share me?” Ginger asked Joe.
“Are you for real?”
“I want to be fucked by many, many men.”
Fit Ginger Hotwife in her strappy shoes and with “Sexy Shorts”
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.
Fit Ginger Hotwife enjoys being used
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“Fuck! I hope that never happens again!” she blurted out as she entered the house.
I had been quietly sitting on the couch, perched in my usual spot, writing, when she burst in with a flare for the dramatic.
“What happened?” I inquired, merely raising an eyebrow.
“Get in the bedroom and I’ll tell you.”
That can only mean one thing.
I saved my work, closed my laptop, and followed her to the bedroom. By the time I got there she was already naked, her legs spread wide, her right hand slapping her pussy with a small splash.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked impatiently.
“I came as fast as I could,” I said as I began removing my clothes.
“Well, don’t cum as fast as you can now if you want to hear what I have to tell you.”
I slid into her already lubricated puss and she let out a gasp of relief.
“Am I wet, Daddy?” she asked.
“A juice box,” I said. “What is going on?”
She didn’t speak immediately. She was enjoying the ride. Her hands had moved to her sides and she was pulling her ass cheeks, spreading herself as wide as she could go.
“Can you feel me?” she asked.
“Almost not at all. Like fucking a bathtub full of warm water.”
That was enough to bring her to a mild squirting orgasm as her puss gently gurgled, soaking me, the bed, and her ass.
“Harder, Daddy. Faster.”
“If you tell me what’s going on, I’ll fuck you like a jackhammer.”
I sped up my rhythm and increased my force.
“That’s it,” she said, her eyes shut. “I’m so wet. So fucking wet.”
“I can tell,” I said, “but not for me I bet.”
“I was at the gym,” she began, as the scene played out before her shut eyes, “in my grey yoga pants.” She paused.
“Yes,” I said, bringing her back to the here-and-now.
“And I was on the adductor machine, working on my inner thighs when I noticed the guy in front of me. He was doing pull ups directly in my line of sight. Unconsciously I was watching his body go up and down while I was working my legs. Then I noticed that I was watching him – his bulging biceps, the ripples of his shoulders, his broad chest. His shirt was short, so I could see his abs, and then I looked a little lower and saw just how huge his cock was. Every time he went up and down, I was spreading and then clenching my legs together. I became self-conscious of what I was doing and looked up to see if he noticed me. Our eyes met for a moment and then. . .”
She climaxed again; this time much harder than before.
When she regained her composure, I asked, “And then what happened.”
“Daddy, it’s too embarrassing!”
“What?”
“As I was spreading my legs, completely involuntarily and without warning I. . .” she trailed off.
“You what?”
“I came. I squirted. I felt myself drenching my yoga pants until they were dripping. And he saw it all! I immediately closed my legs together and pretended to take a sip from my water bottle and somehow made it look like I had spilled it on my lap. I ran out of there as fast as I could! Oh my God! I can never go back there again!!!”
As she told me this, I had slowed and almost stopped thrusting, I was so engrossed in her story. But then she rebuked me. “Don’t stop. Come on. Fuck me. Use me. Fill me up.”
“Lo,” I said apologetically, “I can’t even feel you, you’re so wet.”
“Forget it!” she commanded, angry at me.
She pulled away so I slid out of her. She reached under the bed, grabbed her horse-cock dildo and said, “You can watch, if you want, but I need something that’s going to really fill me up.”
She stuck it to the headboard of the bed and backed into it as I was on my knees in front of her, stroking my cock.
“Are you thinking of him?” I asked as she thrusted back into the cock vigorously with her eyes closed.
“Yes,” she said honestly.
“You think he’d fill you like that?”
“Yes,” she said.
I could see that I may have been distracting her from whatever fantasy was playing out in her mind, so I continued with my masturbatory movements in silence as I watched her tits hang down and rock back and forth, thinking about what that guy must have thought of her in the gym. Suddenly I came, shooting my pent-up love all over her face. It was a surprise to her because her eyes were still shut. When she realized what I had done, it sent her into a violent hysterical paroxysm, the likes of which I had not seen in a very long time.
Her arms spread forward and her body bowed down making a “Downward Dog” movement as her cunt clenched the long, thick cock behind her.
When she regained consciousness, she said, “Maybe I’m just not made for city life. Maybe I’m meant to keep in shape by working on the farm.”