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The Hotwife
by Persephone Moore
Language: English
Categories: Fiction » Erotica » Contemporary
Content Rating: Older than 17
When my husband convinced me that we needed to open our marriage because he wanted me to have sex with other men, I was skeptical at first. But after taking a couple of lovers I realized how wrong I had been. Restricting Jerry’s sex life and increasing mine was just what our marriage needed.
This is the story of me, my husband, and just a few of my lovers. To me, it isn’t shocking at all, but to others it might be the epitome of suburban debauchery…and that’s okay too.
WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY
This novella was originally published in three separate parts.
This is a 30,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on cheating spouses, hotwifing, group sex, lesbian sex, male chastity, first-time sex, and sex between characters of disparate ages, along with descriptions of sexual kinks and other sexually explicit themes that not all members of the public will enjoy.
All characters are 18 or older. m
Excerpt:
“Who was he?” Jerry asked afterwards. “Was it Sam?”
Sam was my most recent lover. An average guy in every respect—he was an accountant—but when he took off his pants he made me scream with delight. I didn’t ask if his wife knew about his affair with me.
“No. Not Sam.”
“Don? Andy?” He named two other of my occasional partners. This was just a game that Jerry liked to play. I was pretty sure he already knew who had been in his bed with me.
“Nope.”
“Tell me! Who?”
“Caleb.”
Jerry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “The kid down the street?”
I smiled. “Uh-huh.”
“Robbing the cradle?” he asked.
“I decided to take the MILF title.”
“That’s dangerously close to a crime,” Jerry pointed out but didn’t complain about my choice of new lover.
“He’s eighteen. It’s fine.” I licked my lips. “I popped his cherry.”
“No!”
“He said he was a virgin,” I replied nonchalantly. “
Jerry glanced away but quickly looked back at me. “And you did it my bed with him?!”
He was pretending to be upset, but he wasn’t. It was just part of the act, part of the game. “Three times,” I said proudly.