Located on the shores of Table Lake’s crystal blue waters, Conway County is the perfect summer vacation destination. Rich in history and culture you can enjoy an evening with the symphony or Shakespeare in the Park on the campus of renowned Livingstone College.
If outdoor pursuits are more your style; Table Lake and it surrounding woodlands offer excellent fishing, sailing, and hiking opportunities. Or take in a ballgame at Elroy Field, home of the defending Northern League champion Black Squirrels.
But you won't find the real attraction of Conway County on any Chamber of Commerce website. It is a secret handed down from generation to generation by the female descendants of founding mother and original hotwife, Elizabeth Conway.
Thanks to Elizabeth, today, Conway is home to more hotwives, per capita, than anywhere else in North America.
Book your next visit now and enjoy our annual Hotwife Summer celebration.
When my husband asks for my help in getting one of his players out of a slump, I am confused. I know nothing about swinging a baseball bat. In fact, everything I know about the game, I learned from Steve.
But I quickly discover he has a very different game in mind.
Steve is the only man I've ever been with and considers me his lucky charm. His hope is that after being with me, some of that luck will rub off on his slumping All-Star first baseman.
I have my concerns, but the idea of being with the man they call The Bull is too tempting to ignore.
My name is Joy. I'm 24 years old and have lived in the same place all my life. I always thought of Conway as the perfect American town. The people are happy and friendly. We have a low rate of divorce and domestic violence is non-existent.
But shortly after my wedding, I discovered Conway County’s secret. My friends and family are all hotwives. The whole town is full of them, and now my beloved husband wants me to become one too.
I am no longer sure he is the man I thought he was, or that this is the place for me.
As head librarian of the Conway County Public Library, I consider myself an authority on the area’s unique history. And with over fifteen years experience as a hotwife, I know a lot about the things men like.
So when Angelo Rose; a handsome history professor whose specialty is female sexuality in the 19th century, pays a visit, I feel especially qualified to assist with his research. Maybe I'll even provide him with a little hands-on experience.
Two weeks ago, Luca and I moved to his hometown. I am at lunch with the wives of his closet friends. Not having grown up in Conway, the conversations taking place around me are a bit much to absorb.
I grew up in a small Midwest town, but I am not naïve. I know some women have affairs behind their husband's back. But if the stories these girls are telling can be believed, they are all sleeping with half the men in town and have their husbands’ enthusiastic permission to do so.
What kind of friends does Luca have and, more importantly, will he expect the same for me?
Mark and I have been married for three years, the last two of which he has spent trying to convince me to become a hotwife. So far, I have been able to resist the request.
This afternoon I am leaving for a camping trip. My husband asks me to promise him that if the opportunity to be with another man presents itself, I will take it.
I take promises seriously, so I am reluctant to agree. But this is a girls only weekend, in a remote part of the Adirondacks, so I feel safe giving him my word.
I mean, come on now, how was I supposed to know a sexy hiker would
get lost and wander into our campsite?