Cuckold for the First Time: Hotwife for Hire, #1

By Julie Law

Cuckold for the First Time (Hotwife for Hire)

Elena was seeing her life falling down around her and she didn’t know how to stop it.

Her marriage to Adam was basically over; they barely spoke to one another and hadn’t touched in months. Bills of all kinds filled their mailbox and neither of them knew how to pay them, or how to face the mortgage that was coming just around the corner.

Despair took hold of Elena, until one day, she came across a particular website on the net.

At first she dismissed the stories of wife swapping and cuckolding, not believing anyone could find it exciting, but as she read more and more something took hold of her and in a sudden burst of inspiration Elena realized she had found a way to solve the two greatest problems of her life at once.

She would become a hotwife for hire. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Law
• Release date: Nov 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519941022

Book preview

Chapter 1

Sometimes I wondered why I married Adam.

Our story was fairly classic: we were high school sweethearts who moved apart after high school, breaking up after understanding just how difficult it would be for our relationship to continue at a distance. These rarely worked after all, especially when the ones involved were eighteen years old.

At the time I thought I would never see him again.

In the following years I completed my degree in marketing and found work in Chicago. I didn’t even contemplate moving back to the small city where I was born.

Much to my surprise, we crossed paths on my first day of work. Like me, he was successful in his studies and found a good job.

His employers wanted someone to publicize their business and sent him my company’s way. When he entered, he stopped and faced me as I was coming out of my boss’s office. I stopped as well, surprised and he smiled charmingly. I fell for him all over again.

We took it as a sort of sign and started dating almost immediately. College had been a good experience for both of us, and when we spent the first night back together we realized just how much we learned in the time apart. I think he got a little jealous, but he would have to be a hypocrite to complain - he obviously had his fun. 

It only took us a few months to fall madly in love. I cared for him more than I had ever done and wasn’t surprised when he asked me to marry him. I didn’t even think, I accepted immediately certain that we would have a great future ahead of us.

Our marriage started like a dream. After we returned from a marvelous honeymoon in the Caribbean, Adam was promoted and money started rolling in. That was the start of our problems, I think.

Adam started insisting I left my job. He would say that he could give me all I wanted, I could be his queen and needn’t worry about anything. I ignored his pleas for as long as I could; I loved my job and didn’t want to leave it, but with time he only became more insistent. In the end, faced with an increasing workload, no prospect of a raise and Adam’s relentless hounding, I quit.

I realized it was a mistake the following day, when I stayed home with nothing to do, but by then it was too late. If I tried to seek another job Adam would be cross, and I wanted to enjoy a little peace and regain some strength before facing the business world once again.

For a few months everything went well, but something was already fraying in our marriage. Adam would come home completely spent and without the will to touch me. I didn’t let it bother me; I knew he was working hard and we used the weekends to show our love for one another, but then he started spending more days away, traveling all over the US at times, and I missed him terribly.

It didn’t take me long to realize Adam wasn’t tailored for his new job. He was always tired and in a few months aged years. He tried his best but it was not enough and it led into him making a big mistake.

I still don’t know the specifics, he didn’t have the courage to tell me, but I know he screwed up and cost his firm millions. Obviously, he was fired and that was when my marriage finished turning from a dream into a nightmare.

We had bought a house with a fairly large mortgage, we had taken some small loans to pay for furniture and even bought a car in installments. When Adam was fired we lost any chance of paying those back.

The reserves we kept on the bank were enough to see to our needs for a few months, but after those were over we would have no way to live, and I had no idea what to do.

I tried to find a job, but it wasn’t easy with the economy in its weakened state, and that alone would hardly be enough for us to face our debts. No matter how much it galled me, Adam’s line of work had always been better paid than mine, but his bosses made sure everyone knew what happened. My husband wouldn’t so easily find an employer, especially one who paid as much as he gained before.

With all of that, our love life suffered.

I shared some guilt in it. I should have supported him better, tried to do something, but I had been so angry with him. I remembered the way he made me give up my job, and that if I hadn’t I could have contributed to our home and finances. We wouldn’t be in such a bad situation if I didn’t let him convince me, and some of the anger I felt at myself bled over to him.

If I had my job I could sustain the two of us at the very least.

Adam, instead of searching for a way to save everything we had, preferred to spend his days either in bed or at the computer, despairing about the situation rather than doing something to change it.

I was afraid he might be depressed, but he refused to even consider seeing a doctor. The discussions we had about it only made us more and more at odds, and I found myself lost.

In barely a year, we had become two strangers sleeping in the same bed and our life was going to crash around us any day, and neither of us could do anything to stop it. We only had a few weeks until the point of no return, but I didn’t see a way to save our home and possessions.

I don’t know what made me look up ways to reconcile with Adam online – desperation maybe – I was pretty sure our marriage was finished. The first few results google gave me were about marriage counselors, and other such advertisements, but I ignored them. It might have worked but we didn’t have the money to spend right then.

Many pages later, I was about to give up when I saw a link that drew my attention. It was a forum of some kind, in the moment I hadn’t realized what about, and I entered, thinking why not. The first pornographic images almost made me close the page, but something stopped me and I moved down and started reading the topics. At the mentions of cuckoldry, wife sharing and