Hotwife Heather Novels & Stories

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

Probably calling his lawyers, planning his counterattack. Let him. I’d spent two years being small, being quiet, being the wife he wanted me to be. But that Aria was gone. I was Aria Myles now. Billionaire heiress. CEO of a manufacturing empire. A woman who’d walked away from everything once and survived. And this time, I wasn’t walking away. I was taking back everything that was mine. My company. My name. My life. Jason Hartley had no idea whom he’d married.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Her temples furrowed when she saw the tomboyish character of Madam Castro’s daughter-in-law. “What did your son see in her. No offense meant, but isn’t that woman different from the type of lady your son was dating in the past?” There was a trace of ridicule- on Mrs. Weller’s voice as she- was looking at the woman- who the putting a bunch of popcorn in her mouth- without any shame.

She had warned him before this, but he never learnt from his mistake. “Why is my life so tough? I forsook my partner for you, but how could you treat me this way?” the drama king sobbed. “Don’t mix things up. Although I’m grateful that you are willing to go to such lengths for me, that doesn’t mean that you can touch me as you please. You know that I hate men who don’t respect women.” Heather stated her grounds sternly. She refused to give an inch when it came to pride-related matters.

Was I that selfish to ask someone to babysit Grayson while I take some fresh air? "You think..." I trailed off, but seeing he was looking at me with an intense stare made my tongue roll back. “You think what? It’s fine, Beatrice. You can tell me whatever you want to say.” Heather and I were not different at all. We would do everything just to feed our children. “I’m thinking about Heather. She must have a hard time taking care of her children and providing their needs. Where is her husband?” “The last thing I know, they were divorced. She divorced him since he got addicted to illegal drugs.”

She checks everything, including the baby monitor and Heather’s background, but finds nothing suspicious. On the fourth day of Damien's departure, Carol meets Heather in the garden. Sitting by the lakeside while playing with Aria, Carol observes Heather, who flinches slightly when spoken to. "Yes, ma’am?" Heather, a 21-year-old orphan from Damien’s family orphanages, responds quietly. "What would you do if you got a paid vacation?" The unexpected question startles Heather. She looks at Carol with wide eyes, clearly nervous. "Am I being—" "No!" Carol raises a hand, interrupting her. "I’m just asking."

he asked sarcastically, his tone condescending and that shut the brainless prick real fast. “I just introduced this fine lady here as Valerie Ann Marie Hernandez, my special guest! How can you not understand a sentence so simple? What did you say, a divorcee? Hudson’s ex-wife? She shouldn’t be here, after I just told you she is my very special guest?? Just what is wrong these two! You can be either blind or deaf, not both! Pick a side, morons!” he spat distastefully and silence rang the air.

Again, I had to hold back to keep from coming. Then, abruptly, Heather sat up and removed her panties entirely. Once they were off her legs, she rolled over onto her knees and laid her head down on her pillow, thrusting her hips and ass into the air. I could see her hand between her legs, furiously stroking her pussy, which was now visibly wet. Even today, so many years later, that image of Heather's ass pointed up at me is burned into my mind. I can get an erection just thinking about it.

The woman who had answered the phone asked. "What is your name, please?" Natalia asked. "I am Miss Heather Davies. Can I leave a message for my boss instead?" The woman asked. "No, no. I'd just call the other one, then. Thank you, Heather Davies. Have a wonderful eve—" Natalia was cut short as the call was suddenly disconnected. Natalia then remembered that Noah had given her a special number that only specific people had access to. Typing in the number into her phone, she pressed the 'call' icon and held her breath as the phone started to ring.