Sinful Hotwife Urges
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
Posing nude for a college art class is so arousing that Scarlett begins to crave torrid forbidden satisfaction. Her poor husband can only hang on for dear life as she plunges headfirst into the thrilling world of hotwife conquests. Nothing is too taboo, not even sizzling interracial gangbangs! Will she risk everything, even love, by chasing after the wrong things?
~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~
“Look around at the men,” Ethan said in a low voice.
The bar was dimly lit, and most of the men were business-types in groups. Some talked in loud voices while others, their business concluded, were sitting back. There were only a few couples with the women dressed for a special evening out. A few single men sat or stood at the bar.
“Okay, why should I?” I asked him.
“Tell me who you would sleep with?” Ethan asked. I looked at him in surprise. “It’s a game. Let’s say you were a married woman who was allowed to break her vows and with any man here as long as her husband could watch. Which man would it be?”
I smiled at Ethan and played the game that would change my life. After carefully surveying the darkened lounge, I pointed at a man sitting alone at the end of the bar near us. “Him.”
“He looks rich, strong, a little dangerous, and lonely,” I said.
“Go talk to him.”
“No, I wouldn’t know what to say,” I protested, pretending to be shy.
"Tell him you're a married woman, and your husband said you could sleep with any man you wanted as long as he could watch you do it."
"But it’s not true," I protested. Inside, I felt my excitement building. What if it were true? What if I were married to Ethan, and he wanted me to sleep with another man? I was throbbing with excitement when I stood and walked to the bar.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” the bartender asked.
“No, thank you. I’m here to talk to this gentleman,” I answered.
The gentleman had light brown skin and a full head of jet black hair. His face looked craggy, as if from living a rough life. He was tall and seemed incredibly strong, even through his custom-made suit. He looked at me without showing surprise. “Do I know you?”
I stuck my hand out, “Scarlett.”
He looked down before carefully setting his drink on the bar and taking my hand with icy fingers. "Rocko."
“Are you married, Rocko with-no-last-name?” I asked.
“No, ma’am,” he smiled at me, then waited to hear what game I was playing. His smile wasn’t warm and friendly; it looked like the grin a movie villain might have right before he lowers the hero into a boiling vat of oil.
“Well, I am. In fact, I’m married to the handsome man sitting over there.” Rocko turned slightly and looked over at Ethan. “Tonight’s very special for us. Wouldn’t you like to know why?”
"Yes." I played with the top of my dress and exposed even more of my breasts.
"Tonight, I can sleep with any man I want, as long as my husband watches." I kept my eyes locked on Rocko’s.