Hotwife Heather Novels & Stories

She then ran her fingers along her curvy figure, as though she was flaunting her assets. Daniel especially ordered every diamond on this dress.” Heather tucked in the hair on her face to the back of her ears, rubbing her ears at the same time. ‘She’s such a noisy woman. ‘Isn’t she supposed to be an Alpha herself? She’s showing off like a little girl who’s only just entered the city.’ What Heather did not know about Kasey was that her mother was once a prostitute. When Heather was little, the sentence she would hear the most from her mother was that the only way she would be able to obtain more money was by satisfying a man.

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

She dropped to all fours, muscles coiling. Heather shifted smoothly, putting her body between them. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “You don’t have to remember right now. You’ve been through hell.” “He needs to go,” the girl snarled. “David’s my mate,” Heather answered without hesitation. “He won’t touch you. He’s only here because I am.” “Mate?” “Yeah. Like… the guy who sticks around. Forever. My husband, basically.” “He stinks.” Her nose wrinkled.

I say shaking my head. “Anything you want to talk about?” Heather asks watching me closely. Heather is about three years younger than me and already mated. She moved here when she was fourteen to live with her human Grandmother who lives in a small cottage on our territory. Her life has been affected by this curse just as much if not more than any of us. She takes my hand and leads me over to the couch pulling me down to sit beside her. “Are you having problems with Quinn?” I shake my head staring at her mate mark. It is a very unusual one and so are the matching ones of her mates. We think it is because of Heather’s witch bloodline from her Mom’s side. When she notices me staring at her mar

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

She clenched her teeth and strode past him, going toward the gate. Moses quickly caught up to her, feeling worried about her further aggravating the situation by confronting Heather. “Caprice, Heather is the future successor of VV Entertainment. She also used to be the assistant to the owner of Carter Tech City. What I’m saying is that she has a lot of influence in Westchester, so it’s not going to end well if you try to confront her head-on. Don’t be rash!”

Seeing the boy was fine, Heather left with Vincent. No sooner had they gotten into the car than Heather's face flushed crimson, her fury spilling over in shouts and curses. She didn't look like a high-society woman anymore—more like someone possessed by rage. "Winter, that bitch! I'm going to make her pay for this! And when I do, it won't just be a slap!" Heather's eyes blazed with fury, each word practically dripping with venom. "That bitch should've never gotten this far! I fed her abortifacients behind her back just to make sure she'd never carry a Stroud heir—and she still got pregnant!

"His reputation? The Vale Group stock value?" "His privacy " I corrected. A dark wicked smile slowly spread across my lips. My heart was still pounding like an animal against my ribs. "He wants to keep that girl and that pathetic girl Rita hidden away in his dark mansion. He wants to play the protective father in the shadows. He spent millions of dollars to keep the press from finding out that his wife ran away five years ago with a child. He hates the light." "What are you getting at, Kate?" Harrison asked. His voice dropped low. He glanced toward the security camera over his shoulder.

Naomi Hart came back to Crestview, California a week early, her daughter's small hand tucked in hers. Grace's fever had finally broken. The doctors said she was strong enough to go back to school. Naomi had promised herself this trip home would be a fresh start quiet, ordinary, safe. She hadn't told her husband she was coming back early. That was her first mistake. The Blackwood estate was lit up like a stage the moment her car pulled through the gates. Every window glowed gold against the dark hillside. Naomi stood in the entryway a second too long, key still in her hand, listening.

After hours of talking, it is getting late and Colin is due back anytime so I tell the girls I have to say goodbye. “Wait, I need to tell you guys something.” Heather seems cautious about what she is about to say. Amber and I just look at her, waiting for what it is. “Phillip and I.. well I... I went through my first heat and.. we.. are having a pup!” With the last word she bursts into happy tears. Amber and I stand up, flinging our arms around Heather. “Oh my Goddess Heather! I am so happy for you guys! That is amazing! Congratulations, is it a boy or girl?”