Hotwife Stories Novels & Stories

Today, we would get married with my mother watching, my daughter dancing, and my wife knowing that our love story was strong enough to survive any truth. Even the ones that took thirty years to tell.

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

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.

I ask. “Girl, you are so sheltered.” Kendra shakes her head, “His fiancée dumped him for one of his close friends.” I look at her, surprised. “Ellie, it was the hottest gossip for months. Anyway, he became a huge womanizer. He frequents different clubs and hooks up with as many girls as possible. I heard he is so paranoid about one of them trying to baby trap him, he’ll take the condom afterwards.” “That’s gross and weird,” I replied. “Anyway, you can’t tell anyone this, but they offered to pay for my school, my dad’s bills, and his care facility. All I need to do is be a wife to Maxwell for at least two years.”

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

The next day, I went to the courthouse and finalized the divorce with Donna. What was the point of keeping a woman like her around? After splitting from Donna, I left the gym and found a new job. A month later, I heard from some colleagues that a few personal trainers at Paradise Gym had been diagnosed with HIV, and many women had reportedly been infected. My heart sank when I realized that was the gym I used to work at. The personal trainers they were talking about must have been Mark and Kevin. I couldn't help but wonder how Donna was doing and if she had been infected by them.

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

Vera stood up and gave the woman a picture she has collected inside one of the rooms as they were waiting for Rohan and his family. The woman looked at the picture and frowned, and said “I don’t have a proper explanation, but I grew up in the orphanage, and when I turned 18, the matron let me go to fend for myself. After I left the orphanage, I got entangled with a young man, but his family will not let him marry me because I don’t have a background. Then latter I met Chin Elvis, I didn’t know that he was already married, and I got married to him, and gave birth to Chin Cho, and after six years, his wife got to know that he has married another woman and then attacked me and my baby.

"That old hag is a troublemaker. She doesn't treat her children equally. Every day, she would brag about her daughter-in-law's riches and how everything belonged to her son. "She also said that her son only had one daughter. So, they would leave everything to her grandson." … Many started spilling the beans on the internet. "I'm a staff of "My Child." That day, Victoria lashed out at those women because they insulted her first. "They said she could only ride Mr. Homer's coattails because of her looks, and Mr. Homer would abandon her any time. They also said she was selling herself. That was why she fought back."