[M]y [F]avorite hotwife

Back in the glory days of the Craigslist Personal Encounters pages, I found myself doing the consultant work travel for a full summer. The first couple of weeks were mundane and routine… brewery, good dinner, nightcap at the hotel bar. This led to a couple of fun, if uninteresting times.

One slow day at work I found myself intrigued to look on the couples looking for a male board. I responded to a post without a picture that seemed real enough … couple looking for a male to host in a hotel, with the male to watch or possibly get a blowjob. Surprisingly, I got a response from the husband with a picture of his wife, nude on a beach, from behind. Couldn’t see her face, but could see a thin figure. I responded, said I’d be at my hotel bar and he left it with maybe we will go there after dinner. To my surprise, I got an email saying they were at a booth, which I found soon after.

Ho[M]e for the [F]ootball game

My final year of grad school, I was tying up loose ends with friends, looking for a job, and generally enjoying myself before entering the work force. I was living in one of the country’s biggest party cities and there was always a plethora of tourists, locals, and a fun crowd to find myself out with. One of those happened to be a girl, Jackie, who was previously the nanny for one of my closest friend’s much younger siblings. We hit it off well and fast, but unfortunately the job I landed took me to a different city and we never pursued anything seriously.

A few months later, I planned to come back to my prior city, see friends and family, and go to my school’s football game with a large group. Unfortunately, my schedule was jam packed and so was Jackie’s, though I missed her enthusiasm for blowjobs and thin body, and she missed role playing with me as Chuck Bass and my ability to stay hard after finishing.