Roberts Billionaire's Reluctant Hotwife

Book 1 of 'Billionaire's Ravished Hotwife'
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-0-463-71729-5
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 67 Seiten

When Tania's first husband tried to coerce her into being a hotwife, she wanted nothing to do with the lifestyle. But over time, the idea of being roughly taken by sexy well-hung black men began to intrigue her. When she mentioned it to her new husband, he was enthralled. Now Tania's about to get more than she bargained for when her devious ex-husband promises her to a vicious outlaw gang!
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Tania was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress. The top of her breasts and her deep cleavage were visible. My wife looked at William's back before pulling her dress up and flashing me
William noticed my attention was no longer on him, and as she entered the room, he looked at my wife as if she belonged to him alone. As she walked, her eyes never left his. Tania seemed to be glowing from the inside as William checked out every inch of her, not once seeming to be impressed.
'Well, how do I look?' she asked him.
Without looking at me, he answered, 'You'll look better when we get that dress off you.'
My wife laughed just a little too loud, 'You think you're going to get me naked, do ya?'
'No,' he said. 'I think you're going to get naked before the night is over.'
His overwhelming sense of entitlement was amazing to me. He was talking to my wife, right in front of me, telling her she'd be stripping for him before the night was over. I almost choked on my drink, the gall of the man. As I started to speak, Tania cut me off.
'We'll see, maybe if you're really as good as you think you are.'
'Bye, honey. We'll see you later,' Tania said before kissing me on the cheek and whispering, 'You'd better make up a guest room just in case. Remember, no playing with yourself.'
Words failed me. I tried to at least say 'goodbye,' but my mouth was too dry. I watched in dumb silence as my wife left the house on the arm of another man. Not just any man, a man I didn't like and with whom she intended to sleep.
We'd been playing around with the idea of Tania allowing herself to be enjoyed by another man, but now that it was actually about to happen, I was struggling with the reality. The last time Tania and William had gone out together, I had been confident my wife wouldn't fool around with him that night. Now, I knew she intended to do just that.
I did all the things husbands do, I suppose. I wandered the house and made up the room next to ours. I even unlocked the connecting door so I could peek in if I wanted to. The view would be good, I'd be able to see our bed from the bottom, looking toward the headboard.
I made myself something to eat, then couldn't get it down. I had a drink or three, maybe four, but my mouth was still too dry to eat. Television and books held no interest-all I could think about was my wife in William's arms.
The man was insufferable. What if I changed my mind? What if I sent a text to Tania and told her I didn't want her to do it?
I even prepared the text, but I couldn't press 'send.' I put my phone down and looked at the text I'd written for a long time. I reread it and corrected the wording. I had it just right. I was calling off the whole deal. I wanted her to come home, alone, to me.
Then I deleted the text and poured myself another drink before laying down on the bed in the guest room I'd prepared.
When I woke, the room was dark, and I could hear faint noises from next door. I couldn't make out any words, just a giggly female and a low-pitched male. As I crept toward the connecting door the voices stopped, and I froze, afraid I'd been discovered. A beat or two later I took a chance and put my ear to the door.
'William!' It was Tania. She wasn't giggling now, she sounded breathless. I silently cracked the door open.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Roberts, Thomas

Leseproben

Chapter 1
  “Have you ever heard the term ‘hotwife,’” Tania, my wife of two years, asked. We’d been lying in bed, quietly reading before going to sleep when her question caught me by surprise. “No, is that something in the book you’re reading?” I asked, turning to look at her. She shook her head ‘no,’ causing her blonde hair to stir. “It’s something my ex talked about. I don’t know why it just came to mind.” “I think you’re pretty hot,” I said. “And you’re my wife... so.” Tania smiled at me. I still found it hard to believe I was married to such a perfectly beautiful woman. Just as I found it hard to believe another man let her get away. “It’s something else,” she said before going back to her book. That simple question stuck with me, and a few days later I searched for the term on the internet. After wading through several pages of hotwife videos and story links, I found something useful, a link to an article entitled Here Is Why A Husband Gives His Wife Permission to Be an Adulteress. I went on high alert. Did this mean Tania had fantasies of sleeping with other men? I held my breath as I read, my anxiety level rising until I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I held my eyes closed to calm myself, but the image of my wife in bed with another man flitted across the inside of my eyelids. Did this mean Tania wasn’t satisfied with our marriage? Was she telling me she needed more in bed than I was able to provide? The questions piled up in my mind until I found myself back at the beginning. Did this mean she wanted to take a lover? Did this mean she wanted me to watch her take a lover? I couldn’t concentrate. Her simple question was causing me so much anxiety and dread, I had to talk to her. “Is this what you want?” I asked Tania that evening after reminding her of the “hotwife” question she’d asked. “This is what my ex said he wanted,” she answered. “But I didn’t trust him. I thought he was only interested because he wanted to fool around with another woman. Besides, we didn’t have the right kind of relationship. “What’s the right kind of relationship?” I asked. “Open to each other, I guess. Honest communication. No hidden agendas. A relationship like ours,” she answered. “One final question then since this is all new to me. I’ve never heard the term ‘hotwife’ before. I’ve heard the term ‘cuckold,’ but what I’m reading makes me think there are several kinds of ‘cuckolds.’” I was leading up to something. “So, here’s my final question—are you interested in being a hotwife?” Tania gave me a long searching look. “Are you just asking because you’re curious or because you have something in mind?” “Open and honest, remember,” I said. “I just want to know everything there is to know about you.” “Okay, fine. Open and honest. I could have been interested under the right circumstances,” she said. I pondered her answer as we watched a lame television drama. “What were the right circumstances?” “You said one question.” Tania hadn’t even looked at me. Our conversation ate at me. I even had a harder time concentrating, and in my spare time, I was on the internet investigating hotwives, cuckolds, and extra-marital affairs. What I learned scared me. There were men who enjoyed it when their wives had affairs. There were even men who liked watching their wives have sex with other men. The internet was full of stories, pictures, and even video clips. I had no idea so many men wanted their wives to cheat on them. It turned out to be one of the most common fantasies of American men. It was even a common fantasy for women. Who knew? The thought of Tania spreading her legs for another man sent chills down my body, it made my stomach upset to even imagine such a thing. My heart would pound every time I mentally replayed our conversation. I’d hold myself so stiff, my muscles would ache as though I’d been working out. I decided to confront her again. “You said you might have considered being a hotwife under the right circumstances,” I began. “Look, if you’re leading up to something the answer is ‘no,’” she said, walking away from me. “I’m not leading up to anything. You brought it up, and it’s been eating at me. At the time, what would have been the right circumstances,” I said as I caught up with her. Tania gave me a searching look, she even touched the front of my pants, I guess to make sure I wasn’t erect. “Okay, you want to know what would have been the right circumstances, back when I was married to Steve?” “Yes. It doesn’t mean anything now. I’m not Steve.” “First, I would have had to know he could handle the sight of me with another man. I would have needed to know he wouldn’t freak out and start a fight or want a divorce. Something stupid like that. “Second, I’d have to have been completely satisfied he wasn’t using it as an excuse to screw around on me. Those two conditions stopped everything in their tracks. I couldn’t trust him not to do something stupid.” She looked as though she’d said enough. “What else?” I said. “There had to be more to it.” Tania looked like she’d had enough of the conversation. “I’d have to like the guy. No, more than that, I’d have to want the guy. He’d have to turn me on.” Now the conversation was done. The problem was that she worked with a guy who fit the last two conditions. She liked him. She liked him a lot, and I knew he turned her on. He was just her type, in a strange way. He was black, and he looked like the kind of guy Tania had been attracted to before we were married. My wife was working as a host/model on a dedicated cable television channel selling women’s clothing and miscellaneous other feminine stuff. She got the job based on her looks and her amazing ability to speak extemporaneously, with just a television camera as a visible audience, as she sold the companies’ wares. She also got the job because I’m a rather large minority owner in the company she works for. There had been other gorgeous women with talent who wanted the position and even though Tania had what it took, she was initially judged to be not tall enough. I just put my thumb on the scale, so to speak, to help them see the advantages of hiring my wife. Tania never knew. My wife was gorgeous and blonde with perfectly clear skin and a bright smile, but she was only about five-feet-two-inches tall. It was feared the other models and designers on the show would tower over her. It had also been feared her oversized breasts would be worse than a distraction to the largely female audience. But Tania proved to be so likable on screen, in the end, none of the physical issues mattered. Somehow, the company made a ton of money selling women’s clothing and other crap women usually didn’t need. The business model amazed me. They bought a boatload of junk and sold it, one product at a time, on nationwide cable television. For instance, they might find a deal on a half container of women’s sweaters, all basically the same but in different colors and sizes. They would push those sweaters on the air until they couldn’t sell any more of them. All the while talking about the plush feel of the material and the superior craftsmanship even though the only really outstanding feature was they sold them for twice or three times what they paid for them. Tania’s job seemed to be to gab non-stop about how wonderful the latest offering was or model whatever outfit they were pushing by striking poses while the camera focused on her. Sometimes the camera focused very closely as she talked about whatever it was she was selling and pointing out seemly nonexistent but superior features. I noticed she never wore any of the clothing she sold when she wasn’t on the air. The show had made her a star of sorts. Women called in from all over the country to talk to her, and they always ended up buying whatever she was selling. It was uncanny and damn amazing. At first, I watched her almost every day. I took enormous pride in my stunning wife parading around on television. I wanted to tell the world, “Look at her, look at the woman I’m married to.” Now, I was busy researching hotwives, and cuckolds even looked at cock cages, online. What a sick bastard. Why did it all give me a tinge of excitement? I began by reading hotwife stories. Most weren’t well written, but they helped me understand how it all, sort of, worked. What I had a hard time comprehending was why a husband would want his wife to sleep with other men. The stories were mostly just fuck scenes strung together without answering my main question—why would a husband want to watch his wife in bed with someone else? A couple of stories briefly tried to explain the excitement for the husband caused by the tension between his jealousy and his desire and how this tension could lead to a better sex life for the couple. I struggled with the way cuckolds were depicted. It appeared there was a continuum ranging from equal partnership to submissive femininization. As difficult as it was for me to imagine, I decided if Tania and I ever did anything like what I was reading, we’d have to be equal partners. I understood what the wife got out of the arrangement—lots of sex with different partners and without commitment—but was the sexual tension between jealousy and desire enough for the husband? Would the wife just be hornier because of all the men...