As I approach my ‘golden years’ - or am I already well into them? - I find time to reminisce. And many of my memories come from the women who’ve been my playmates. These are their stories, my stories.
Just to give you a time frame, I lost my virginity to the woman who would be my first wife in a living room in Struthers, Ohio during the summer of 1965. I was sixteen, my first lover was seventeen. There’s little to write about here: we’d been talking about sex for months, one night she laid on the floor, opened her legs, we lost our shared innocence in less than five minutes. I stayed with Stephanie for fifteen years, in that time she became what is now known as a hotwife, I had a couple of experiences with other women.
After Stephanie divorced me in 1979, I had a few girlfriends, then met my second wife, Mary. After twenty monogamous years - excepting only two brief affairs on my part - we chose to open our marriage, become swingers followed by Mary entering the hotwife lifestyle with my blessing and collaboration.
The stories in this section are ripped not from headlines, but from my remembrances. I don’t believe that I am untruthful or overly exaggerating. Any elaboration comes because it’s simply been a long time, and our memories sometimes become more or less than what really happened.
Names, of course, are disguised, but when mentioned, places are real.
Sincerely,
Adam Gunn
