Hotwife Tasks Novels & Stories

”I haven't read it yet, " Jessica muttered. Once again she wiped away the tears that were wetting her cheeks. Jessica's hand reached out for that folder on the desk. She opened that folder. She read a row of numbers that became the main point, which written on the paper. // { The second party will perform its obligations as a wife. It include of some of these tasks: 1. Every day, wife must be get up earlier than the husband. 2. Prepare a change of clothes before going to work. 3. Prepare a drink after work. 4. Eat together. 5. At home all day, if you go, you have to leave with your husband. After getting married, it means having to resign from your previous job. 6. Cooking a special dinner f

CONTENT WARNING: Public nudity, food play, forced exhibitionism, multiple partners touching/licking, public orgasm, humiliation CHAPTER SIX After completing her first task of having her massive tits tortured and abused by Mason’s friend, Brooke took a day off, avoiding her tasks for a bit. After all, she needed a bit of rest after the brutal treatment to her poor breasts; they were sore all the next day. It meant taking a chance, since she knew that Lila was going out and doing another one of her own tasks, but she really couldn’t face doing another task, especially since they were so unappealing. Her next task that she had to do was going to Mason’s friend’s party, so she would just wait fo

I knew that she hadn't told anybody about my marriage situation but i was hesitant to start the night with my problems. "Let's just drink and have a good time. All that can come at a later time. I just wanna enjoy y'all company. It's been awhile since we all been together." I replied. See Kita was a stay at home mom. She had just had her first baby girl a couple months ago. Sheka was a nurse so her shifts was always long with barely anytime off. Jessica was a school teacher. She was always writing lesson plans or grading papers. All of us was doing good. We all needed this time. "Let's get some drinks first. I want a marguarita." Jessica said. That was our signature drink. Once the waitress

Adele gently stroked her daughter’s soft hair. “Yes?” Elena giggled and held out a piece of strawberry toward her mother. Sebastian had just entered the dining room when he paused to watch the scene for a few moments. “I’m starting to think Elena runs this entire household.” Adele laughed softly. “That’s because she does.” Sebastian sat in the chair across from her and placed a tablet on the table. “There’s news.” Adele’s expression immediately turned more serious. “What is it?” “Margaret Ashcroft is hosting a large family dinner next week.”

I added and everyone focused on him. "Also, the videos of you all taking my wife, you better take them down before the next five hours, if not, every one of you will lose your job and will never get one again, ask about me, you will know who you are playing with me, no one hurts my wife and go scot-free, I repeat you all have five hours.” I sounded the warning again. I walked to my wife saying, "Love, let's go home.” I carried her bridal style and they all looked like fools.

"I'm doing great, just got back from a walk on the beach. Missing you too." She sent the text and then leaned back in her chair, feeling a sense of unease wash over her. She knew that she was living a lie, that she was pretending to be a happy and loving wife when in reality, she was seething with anger and hurt. But Rory was determined to keep up the charade. She didn't want Julian to suspect that she knew about his infidelity, not yet. She wanted to gather more information, to build a case against him before she confronted him.

Denver then smiled, wickedly. “I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.” He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now know.” “I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.” “Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.” “But this is a job—” “Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a hired wife.” Their eyes met. ‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.

The moans fill your house the moment you open the front door. Your body reacts instinctively, unsure who is with her, how many there may be or in what way they are defiling your wife. In the month since your birthday surprise, she has taken her role of hotwife to an entirely new level. Over the last week you’ve come home to the sounds of her getting fucked and used on four different occasions. Each time you quietly snuck into the room, assumed your position on the floor and waited for permission to stroke your cock while you watched.

I dug past my wallet until my fingers wrapped around my phone. I pulled it out. Unlocked the screen. "What are you doing?" Ethan asked, watching me closely. "I just need a minute " I said. I opened my apps. Tapped on the little blue icon for the baby-cam. It was connected directly to the cameras in my house in Dubai. It was the middle of the night over there. Maya, my nanny was supposed to be watching Aria.

“Yes. I think there’s a pile of work waiting for him over there, so he’s leaving with his wife.” “It’s good she’s going. At least Adrian would be at peace.” “Don’t talk like that,” Hawthorne scolded him. “How? That’s the truth. We both know she doesn’t like him. Just look at what she did to the little child.” Harthwore furrowed his brows. He wasn’t aware anything had happened to the boy. His expression answered Joshua’s question. “She didn’t stop him from touching a hot metal. That’s how bad she can be. If only his mother didn’t—”