Her Desire: A Hotwife’s Training



Dominic grinned. “What are you staring at?”

“You know what I’m staring at,” I said, hovering a few feet away from him. All of a sudden, I wasn’t quite sure if I was worthy of this young, virile man. He was an Adonis, a perfect specimen.

“Maybe you should have married a guy who looks a little more like me,” he joked.

His words rubbed me the wrong way. “I love Craig. And I think he’s very handsome.”

“Then why did you want me to come over?” Dominic took a step closer to me. “It’s obvious that something is missing in your marriage. And that’s where I come in.”

I didn’t know how to tell him that it wasn’t that anything was missing, but rather, that Dominic was adding a little extra spice to my marriage. He was here not just for my pleasure, but for Craig’s, too.

For the sake of the moment, I decided to play along. “Take off your pants. I’ll bet your cock’s way bigger than my husband’s.”

Dominic stripped down to his boxers without hesitation. As he slid his underwear down, his thick, meaty cock sprang out, alive and ready for action. I didn’t want to admit it, but he had the biggest dick I’d ever seen before.

“Can you handle me?” he asked.

“I can try,” I said coyly.

I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around his body again and craning my neck to kiss this tall, sexy man. I brushed my fingertips lightly through his short, dark hair, and then squeezed the back of his neck. I began to kiss his upper chest, my lips gliding lower and lower. The man had no body fat. He was pure muscle. I never would have considered a guy like Dominic to be my type, but that’s what this was all about: exploring the bodies of men who offered me something new…

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Craving Her: A Hotwife’s Awakening


“Lucy, I know you’re a married woman. I would never do anything inappropriate.”

It was time to poke the beast lying just beneath the surface. “But if I wasn’t married…what would you do?”

I leaned slightly forward on my desk. My low-cut top showed off just enough cleavage to make an impression. My young, handsome chef couldn’t help but steal a glance at my breasts under the tight fabric of my shirt.

I wondered what had gotten into me. It had been a grueling day, but still, the only thing on my mind was the young man who obviously found me attractive. And yet, he was far too timid to make a move on me.

However, whenever Bryan asked about Alex’s work and what I thought of him so far, I knew that my husband was hinting, not-so-subtly, that he wanted something to happen between us. I felt almost inadequate because Alex hadn’t made a move on me yet. I was beginning to wonder if this was a one-sided crush. Maybe I had a dirty mind, and that was it.

Alex licked his lips nervously. “If you weren’t married? You probably don’t want to know what I’d do…”

“Go on,” I urged softly. I was desperate to know what he really thought of me.

Alex took a step towards me. His voice became bolder. “If you weren’t married, and it was just you and me in the kitchen, I would bend you over the counter, hike up your skirt, and take you.”

Startled by his frankness, I stood up straight, adjusting my shirt and concealing my cleavage once more.

Alex smirked. He could tell he was getting a rise out of me…

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Her Choice: A Hotwife’s Education

All I wanted to do was impress this man. From the moment I saw his face on the app and decided he was my physical ideal, I’d been determined to show him that I was a sexual, skilled woman. Heath brought out the best in me.

“Tell me,” Heath said, brushing my dark hair away from my face so make it easier for me to suck his cock. “How do your husband and I compare?”

I giggled, biting my lip. “Mm…you’re way bigger than he is…”

“What would he think if he saw you on your knees like this?”

“I don’t know…” I admitted.

Right now, while I was sucking this guy off in his fancy condo downtown, my husband was at home. I imagined that he was tossing and turning, alone in bed, desperate to sleep but unable to stop himself from envisioning his wife with another man. Kyle must have known that I would do anything to satisfy a guy like Heath. When he left the nightclub early, he almost seemed defeated. He knew that the alpha male had taken charge and would have his way with me tonight, whether or not Kyle stayed with us.

“You’re so different from the way you were the other day, when we first met,” Heath mused.

I filled my mouth with his cock and then released it, craning my neck to look up at him questioningly. “Different?”

“Sexier. More confident. It’s as if you came out of your shell.”

“Thank my husband for that. He’s been encouraging me to be a very bad girl…and I’m starting to enjoy it.”

“Well, I’m enjoying it, too,” Heath chuckled. “And I love the way you’ve been sucking my dick. But I think it’s time for me to get you nice and wet so we can fuck…”

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Tempting Her: A Hotwife’s Adventure

Tempting Her

“You want me to get in bed with you?” I asked, cracking a smile in spite of myself.

“Yeah. Please?”

Before I could stop myself, I was climbing into bed with Elijah, slipping the bedsheets over my legs and letting him enfold me in his warm embrace. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. I felt my legs wrap around his; my hands went straight to his torso. I was compelled to stroke his skin, to feel his muscular form and memorize it with my fingertips.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up by watching TV,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted.

My hands traced a line ever lower down his chest and firm abs. I expected to feel an elastic waistband when I reached his hips, but to my surprise, he was completely nude. Determined to satisfy my naughty curiosity, I felt in the darkness for his cock. He was already half-erect. The second my hand caressed his smooth shaft, it got harder.

“Does Blake know you’re in my room?” Elijah murmured. He didn’t acknowledge the fact that I was stroking his hard member.

“No, he’s asleep…”

“Then you’re a bad girl, coming here without telling him…”

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Sharing Her: A Hotwife’s Journey

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On my last day of work before my vacation, I headed out of the office with a spring in my step. Stepping out into the street, I began to feel excited about what tomorrow would bring. My dull daily routine was about to get shaken up, and I couldn’t wait.

I decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store. Tonight, I was going to cook Luke something delicious. I was scanning the bottles of wine on the shelf and bent down to reach for one.


The voice coming from behind me was oddly familiar. I hastily stood up and spun around, only to find myself face-to-face with Daniel.

Yeah, he happened to see me while I was thrusting my ass out behind me. And I happened to be wearing a short skirt today. Shit…

“Daniel!” I exclaimed, stretching my arms out. I didn’t know why I was so eager to give him a hug, but he let me embrace him. “What are you doing here?”

“Same thing you’re doing,” he said, pointing at my basket. “Buying groceries.”

I felt kind of silly. Daniel’s lips curled into a smile, and his eyes gazed at me warmly.

“You ready for the five-hour drive to Pleasant Beach?” he asked.

“Five hours? I thought it was four,” I said uncertainly.

“Definitely five. But it’s well worth the trip. I’ve been down there a few times. And I rented us a house right on the beach. It’ll be great.”

“I’m so excited for you to meet my husband!” I cried, eager to bring Luke into the conversation. I had a feeling that my face was bright red, the way Daniel was looking at me. He had a mixture of amusement and curiosity on his face. Damn…he could probably see right through my nervous exterior into the deepest, dirtiest corners of my mind.

“Me, too,” Daniel said. “I can’t wait to meet the man worthy of a woman as beautiful as you are, Maya.”

I felt my tongue swipe over my lower lip, a nervous habit that resurfaced from time to time. I hoped that Daniel wouldn’t read it as a flirtatious gesture.

“Oh, Daniel,” I sighed, “I don’t think…I don’t think you should talk to me like that.”

“Like…what?” he asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Luke’s gonna think you’re flirting with me,” I muttered. “And he knows you saw me while I was changing my clothes.”

“Oh?” Daniel chuckled. “Is that such a big deal?”

I resisted the urge to tell Daniel everything. I barely knew the guy, but I felt like I wanted to share my whole life store with him. I had a great job and a wonderful husband, and yet deep down, I longed for excitement and freedom. Somehow, Daniel stirred up feelings within me that I hadn’t felt in years.

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