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Opis ebooka The Hotwife Hooker - Thomas Roberts

An innocent fantasy becomes so much...more! Jennifer has no idea how her life will change when she discovers some racy hotwife movies and books. Suddenly she's obsessed with becoming a hotwife! But things get way out of control when her husband uneasily suggests she pretend to be a hooker and he'll be her eager john. Instead of meeting him as planned, why has she taken off with three huge black men? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I'd stopped in a bar for a drink after dropping Jennifer off on a street corner and driving around. I'd even watched a few innings of a baseball game on the TV behind the bar, above the liquor bottles. I couldn't concentrate on anything. All I could think about was Jennifer, dressed like a whore, on the street with a woman named Mercedes. Who definitely was a whore. What had I done? I'd put my wife, the mother of our child, on the street looking like she was a hooker. What was wrong with me? Had I lost my mind? I was in agony. My stomach hurt, my heart was racing, and I felt like throwing up. I started to feel faint and the bartender walked over to me. "Are you alright, buddy?" he asked. "Do you need anything?" I tried to answer him but found my throat seemed paralyzed. "Let me get you a ginger ale," he offered. "Do you need me to call anybody?" I gulped the soft drink and shook my head no. "I'm just upset," I finally got out. "I think I did something really stupid. My wife and I are playing a little game and she's "Under the Bridge" with a hooker." "Buddy," he stood back and stared at me. "You better go get her. She's not safe, especially if she's with one of the girls. A lot of them come in here, and I even like a few, but I wouldn't trust them with anything important. Especially not my wife." I was frozen with fear, it was as though everything stood still for a moment. I was staring at the bartender, who wasn't moving. The people around me had frozen in place, their drinks halfway to their mouths, some people in midstride. Nothing moved. Suddenly, the world became animated again. Everybody was moving again, but they were moving at twice the speed they'd been moving before. Voices sounded like cartoon characters. The bartender moved away from me at speed, talked to a cocktail waitress for what seemed like a second, and mixed two drinks before the clock could tick again. I figured I owed a little more than five dollars, but I left a twenty wedged under my glass, and bolted for the door. I pushed past people, men yelled at me and a woman squealed. Out on the street I rushed toward "Under the Bridge" before remembering the car and turned around, catching the people behind me off guard. Again, men and women yelled, but I was running toward the parking lot and nobody cared to give chase. Seeing and hearing the commotion, people scattered in front of me. The lot was in sight when I fell to my knees and slid before hitting my head on the pavement. "Are you all right?" a woman asked. I barely glanced at her before I was up and running again. I used my handkerchief to wipe blood from my forehead, there seemed to be a lot of it. I couldn't find the car! "What was happening to Jennifer? I love her so much." I was gasping for breath. "I am so, so, so very stupid." I mentally beat myself unmercifully, before forcing my mind to calm so I could find the car. I wasn't doing my wife any good like this.

Opinie o ebooku The Hotwife Hooker - Thomas Roberts

Fragment ebooka The Hotwife Hooker - Thomas Roberts

The Hotwife Hooker

A Hotwife Fairytale

Written by Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright © 2018 - All Rights Reserved

THIS IS AN EROTIC WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to persons living or deal is accidental and damned amazing. THIS WORK IS NOT MEANT FOR ANY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

The hotwife genre appeals to me. These are the books I like to read and these are the stories I like to tell, so thank you to the people who read my books.

Be warned, there is sex in this book, lots of it. If that offends you, please don’t read any further. But if you are looking for a fun, dirty read. This is it.

Chapter 1

Once upon a timethere was a happily married mother who lived in the suburbs, and she had a fantasy…

Jennifer

I was shocked the first time I saw a video clip on social media of a “hotwife.” A woman was being…well, fucked by a man with a big cock while her husband stood in the background jacking off. The production values weren’t very good so I’m pretty sure it was a real amateur filmed clip.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and hearing. The woman was in a frenzy with every thrust. She was screaming with pleasure and urging the men to fuck her harder and faster. Her husband was so pale compared to the two black men. He was clearly out of shape and his cock was rather small. He was holding a camera to his face with one hand while he jacked off with the other; his image, along with those of his wife and her lovers, were reflected in a mirror.

The second man was pushing the husband to stick his tiny cock in his wife’s mouth. The husband held on to the camera and she sucked him while she was jerked back and forth from behind.

My eyes must have been huge as I watched. I’d never even imagined something like this. By the third time I watched I was really into it. I imagined it was me being fucked and my husband, Gabe, was jacking off while he watched me.

Gabe was in somewhat better shape, but truth be told, he’d let himself go since we’d been married. His cock was a little bigger too, but those black guys! What would they feel like? Would I be moaning like she was?

I started searching the internet for hotwife information and more video clips. Lots more video clips! I was hooked. I started reading stories and I even bought a few books.

This was not like me. I’m a good, church-going, respectable married woman. I have a child, I love my husband and my family. I felt guilty being so intrigued by hotwives and their husbands.

I tried to stop watching and reading. I’d go a few days being the good, loyal wife I was. I did everything a good wife does, including making love with my adoring husband. But during the day when Gabe was at work, I’d walk by the computer and my hands would itch. My chest would feel tight and I’d have trouble breathing. I would feel a strong tingling deep in my vagina.

When I sat at the computer, I’d get excited. I’d be anxious to learn more about hotwives. I had it bad.

A hotwife, I learned, was a married woman whose husband encouraged her to screw around on him. From there, everything seemed to be on a continuum. Some husbands wanted to participate, although that wasn’t strictly hotwife, those were really swingers I guess.

Some just wanted to watch their wives with other men, I’m not sure if they were in the majority or not. In some cases, the wives went out alone and brought home “evidence” of their infidelity. Some even brought their lovers home and their husbands listened to them being sexually satisfied, while not being allowed to watch.

I think these two classifications ran together. The guys who liked to watch also liked to listen.

At the other end of the spectrum were the more extreme variety of cuckolds. From what I gathered, they lived to worship and be controlled by their wives. Some weren’t even allowed to have sexual relations unless their wives let them; their penises were kept locked in cages with the wife holding the key.

The whole idea made me shiver with delight. I went from thinking of Gabe watching me with another man to thoughts of locking up his cock and holding the key. I’d make him beg to be released and have sex with me.

I was turning myself on. When I was home alone I started using my big vibrator while watching a video or reading a particularly good story. I would feel my orgasm building as I read, the people in the story looking just like Gabe and me. My muscles would tighten until my eyes would close and my orgasm would wash over me. Sometimes I would get so excited by the story that I just needed to touch my clit and my orgasm would explode.

I was not only becoming hooked on the entire hotwife and cuckolding genre, I didn’t see any disadvantages for the wife. If one put aside the possibility of the husband leaving her.

I couldn’t help myself. It was taking over my life and I hadn’t shared anything with my husband. He was clueless. All he knew was that I was more interested in sex than I’d been in a long time.

We were a typical married couple. We had a lot of sex when we were first married. We were horny rabbits. I was always ready for him, I’d initiate sex. One of the things I did was to expose myself to Gabe at the oddest times and places, hoping he’d take advantage.

Now we’d been married long enough that sex had become routine. We had a date night every week, although we didn’t always even have a date. If we did, we’d do the same thing every time. We’d cuddle a little, Gabe would start feeling me up until he was going down on me. After eating me for a short time, never long enough, I’d go down on him.

I loved taking his cock in my mouth, I loved feeling him throb. When he couldn’t take any more, or after the right amount of time, he’d urge me to lay on my back and he’d mount me.

It always felt good to have him penetrate me and to feel his weight on top of me. I’d spread my legs wide and urge him to fuck me. Gabe would always try to hold off until I came, and sometimes he could. He always came deep inside me and it felt great to have his cock throbbing, shooting his sperm in me.

I wanted to broach the hotwife topic with Gabe. I didn’t want to keep my growing fascination a secret, it wasn’t right. It felt as though I was cheating on my husband.

I tried raising the subject with Gabe, in a roundabout way of course. I couldn’t just come out and say I wanted to fuck other men.

“Gabe, have you ever seen any of these video clips?” I asked one night while I sat next to him with my laptop. My heart was pounding at my bravery.

“What clips?” Gabe asked.

“These, I think they’re called ‘hotwives.’” I said. “Look at this, the husband is watching while his wife fucks this other guy.” I handed the laptop to Gabe, my favorite clip just starting.

“What the fuck? It looks like the guy is filming his own wife,” Gabe was watching with interest. I turned on the speakers, so he could hear her moans.

“Wow, he really gets off on this,” Gabe said too loudly. “He’s really hard. Look at her boobs shake.”

My husband was wearing loose sweatpants and I could see his cock getting hard. I reached over and caressed him, when he looked at me I smiled. “Watch it again,” I said as I pulled his pants down and took him in my mouth.

After a few minutes he started to put the laptop down. “Watch the next one,” I told him.

As he watched I worked on his cock, trying in my amateur way, to connect the pleasure my mouth was giving him to the scenes he was watching. He was throbbing as I sucked him, and I knew he was on the fourth clip, the one with a wife who looked a lot like me.

He was getting close, but I didn’t want him to cum. Well, I did of course. I wanted him to flood my mouth some time, but tonight I wanted him extra horny.

“Can you imagine us doing something like that?” I said, my hand stroking his wet cock, keeping him on the edge. “Can you imagine me moaning and begging some guy to fuck my little pussy while you watched and played with yourself?”

Gabe was trying to get me naked, I let him get my top off and his hands on my breasts before I continued.

“I’d be so turned on watching you play with your hard cock,” I said stroking him. “Those videos make me hot. I really need you to fuck me, but first I want to watch some more.”

“How could a husband let another man fuck his wife?” Gabe asked. “I don’t get it.”

“I do,” I said. “It’s a real turn on for me.” There, I’d said it while taking off my jeans and panties. I threw my leg over his hips, reverse cowgirl, and was rubbing his erection along my slit.

“Put the laptop where we can both see it,” I said as I slipped him inside. “I want us to watch as you fuck me.”

A pretty blonde was on her hands and knees, facing the camera and her husband, as a large dude fucked her from behind. Her mouth was open, and I turned up the sound as she began to wail.

“Gabe,” I panted. “Listen to her, oh shit, it must feel so good.”

I bounced on his cock as we both watched her. “Look at her husband,” I was gasping, watching the husband’s cock at the bottom of the screen as he jerked off while his wife was fucked. “Doesn’t this excite you?”

Gabe was fucking me with more enthusiasm, “Yes.”

I could feel him getting close. “Wouldn’t you like to watch me being fucked like that?”

“Yes,” he was almost there as I jumped off his lap. Gabe looked disappointed until I knelt at his side.

“Keep watching the clip,” I said as I took his erection in my mouth. I did something I’d never done for my husband before. I’d given him lots of blow jobs, but I’d never allowed him to cum in my mouth. I hated the taste of sperm. But as he watched the clip, and his excitement grew, I kept at him until he came. I sucked him, my tongue on his glans.

“Oh, Jennifer,” we were looking at each other as he came. When he was done, I opened my mouth to show him I’d swallowed his cum before licking his cock to make sure I hadn’t missed any.

“You swallowed my cum,” he said in amazement.

“Gabe, I love you,” I said. “Now, what are we going to do about my orgasm?”

“Does this hotwife stuff excite you that much?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said simply. “And I have a confession to make.”

“Please tell me you’re not having an affair.”

“The only affair I’m having is with the computer.”

“What do you and the computer do when I’m at work?”

“I watch those video clips, and I read stories,” I said simply. “And…um, sometimes, I…. um, masturbate.”

“I guess we should talk about it,” he said.

“We should,” I told him. “I don’t know what it is, I don’t understand the attraction.”

“Do you want to fuck other guys?” he asked as I sat beside him. My pussy was throbbing, I’d been so close before I’d let him finish in my mouth.

“Right now, since I didn’t get to cum, I do,” I smiled at him. “But, normally, I’m not so sure. It’s a fantasy for me; feeling a big hard cock inside me, fucking me for as long as I want, while you watch and get so excited you have to jack-off? Damn, I’m horny.”

Gabe began playing with my pussy as he talked. “Tell me more about your fantasy.”

His fingers felt good on my swollen clit. “We meet a guy, the two of us, and we invite him to our house. We have a few drinks and then you ask him if he’d like to fuck your wife.”

“Just like that?” Gabe asked.

“Yep, just like that,” I answered, gasping as his fingers drove me toward the edge.

“What’s the guy look like?” he asked.

“He’s a big guy. You take me into the bedroom and undress me and you offer me to him. He takes off his clothes and he has a huge cock. Really long and thick,” I could barely talk.

“His cock is bigger than mine?” Gabe asked.