Hotwife Tasks Novels & Stories

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple. The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore. The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me. I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take. Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

Just ask me the question. "Okay," He clears his throat, placing his shirt over his shoulder. "Truth or dare." "Easy, dare!" I smile. "Okay…" He seems to be thinking, "I dare you to, sing your most hated song then." I roll my eyes, disappointed again. "What?" He's confused. "You don't get to ask such boring task. Dare me to do something actually daring, like maybe jump off a window. Kiss you, give you a hickey, strip! What is wrong with you?" I am fully yelling now.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

she repeated the question she always asked. According to her, a wife's duties were only three: first, to serve her husband in bed, second, to give birth and raise children, and third, to be a housewife. I hung up the phone and didn't want to answer anymore. "Who was it?" Eddie asked, looking concerned. I just shook my head. I didn't want to explain this to Eddie right now.

Zack explained, "But I believe that those things like house chores are women's job In the house, though, my wife can't do house chores because there will be house workers In my house," Tolu said, "I want to tell you something, your wife Is not your slave or maid, no matter how young she might be, she's your companion," Zack said, and he entered Into the kitchen and took three glasses cup, and walked to the dining table, while Tolu carried the food and placed the plates on the dining table,

Master inquired about the extent of Whore's training this far. "Mostly just working on her cunt licking skills, Master." "In fact," Bill said. "She should be practicing her skills again. Whore, please start licking cunts again. Start with my wife and since she needs to catch up with the others, give her four orgasms, then two apiece for the others."

she irritably replied. She smiled as he left her alone, but after a few seconds, he returned with a brown envelope in his hand, encouraging her, "let's speak about the house rules." Bella sits appropriately on the couch and stares him in the eyes, “what do you mean?” she inquires. He grins and says, "As my wife, you should handle all the housekeeping tasks including cleaning, laundry, cooking, and everything else you notice that contains filth."

I have been working on creating a hot wife website to make lots of money from p**n. I also have two beautiful sisters, Myra and Cameron. Myra just turned twenty and Cameron is eighteen and will graduate high school this year. Myra is in college. She has developed into a very voluptuous young woman and Cameron is quickly getting there. Myra is more outgoing than Cameron. When Myra is home, I lustfully look at her and think whoever is fucking my sister is damn lucky. I know I shouldn't think this way, but I know I would bang Myra if I had the chance. Cameron is more the inward type but very developing into a beautiful woman. She won't go out dressed like this but at home she wears tight short

He bends over as if to kiss her but she steps away in disgust. " See you soon, wifey. " He winks at her. " Hubby has to work. " He walks away from her with all the swag in the world in his steps.