The Hotwife Affair: A Wife Watching Romance

By Karly Violet

Nathan had provided his beautiful wife with an enviable lifestyle. Financial security, frequent glamourous shopping sprees, an extravagant house and his undying love.

But deep down inside, Alissa begins itching for something different from her financial mastermind husband. A downgrade in lifestyle.

Nathan is confused at his wife’s insistence to degrade their enviable lifestyle, desperate to drop from the highs of financial security to the depths of trailer park poverty, but when he stumbles upon his dear wife servicing dirty truck drivers through a gloryhole, the pieces slowly start falling into place.

Alissa eventually confesses her hidden passion for adultery, confiding in her anonymous rendezvous with dirty truck drivers, reliving her younger trailer park years. Her kinky desires continue to stun Nathan as she convinces him to watch as she shares her body with another man.

Alissa’s infidelity eventually channels Nathan to seek an extra marital partner, in the hopes of opening up the opportunity of swinging. But when the relationship between Alissa’s and Nathan’s extra marital partner’s overlap........

.......the four individuals are left with a unsurmountable decision to make...........

A sizzling hot 23,500 word romance novella featuring wife-sharing, voyeurism, a hotwife’s passion for servicing dirty truck drivers in a gloryhole and sharing her body with another man in front of her husband as she confesses her dark and hidden lust for infidelity!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Oct 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370666201

Karly Violet

I love writing steamy romance stories which push the boundaries of the norm, exploring the relationships between married couple as they stretch their limits, testing the mettle of both husband and wife!My stories focus on adult themes centred around hotwives, wife sharing, wife swapping and wife watching.SIgn up to my mailing list to receive the free epilogue to my latest story ‘A Hotwife Adventure’ and to stay up to date on all of my latest releases!http://eepurl.com/c3ICWfSign up to my Patreon account and receive exclusive Hotwife stories every month and sexy scenes every week!https://www.patreon.com/karlyviolet

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Author's note: All character in this story are 18 years of age and older. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real live name or events are purely coincidental.

Be aware: This story is written for, and should only be enjoyed by, ADULTS. It includes explicit descriptions of intense sexual activity between consenting adults.

Note that this work of fiction resembles a fantasy world, all events taking place are a result of a role play amongst all parties and all parties are fully consenting adults.

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Good morning, my dear, I say as I see my wife walk into the sunroom. I’ve made you breakfast if you care to have some to start off your day. Alissa smiles at me as she rounds the small table and takes a seat in one of the chairs.

You’re up early, she comments as I pour her a glass of orange juice. What’s the occasion?

You are. Turning, I put the juice down on the table and take hold of the pan that holds the omelet that I’ve made for her. Spiced egg omelet with peppers, onions, ham, and cheese. As I plate the finished product I detect a hint of the new perfume I bought her last week while on a business trip to Chicago. It smells wonderful on you, my love.

Alissa smells her own wrist and replies, I really like it. Thank you for getting it for me. She takes a fork and cuts into her breakfast before taking a bite. How much was it?

What? I look at her plate but suddenly realize she means the perfume. One ounce for six hundred.

Six? My wife shakes her head. That’s a bit extravagant, don’t you think?

Extravagant? I laugh a little as I sit down in a seat across from her. I’ve not made myself any breakfast because I’m just not the breakfast kind of guy. I don’t like it for some reason, I never have, and so preparing it for my lovely wife is a special treat considering I’m not thinking of just feeding myself.

It’s a bit much. I mean, I like it, but I just don’t think we should waste so much money on things like perfume.

Waste money? I shake my head. Alissa, I make more than a million dollars a year. It’s not like we’re living in poverty or starving to death here. I can easily afford six hundred dollars for a little perfume. Besides, you’ll end up using that for years when you consider that you have a small collection of scents in the bathroom. It’s an investment that I was happy to make when I consider how it smells on you.

As she finishes a second bite, my wife takes a drink of her juice and asks, Don’t you get tired of living this way?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean, Nathan. We live in a house that’s worth almost as much as you make in a year with five bedrooms and four bathrooms with a gigantic swimming pool out back. Alissa points with her fork toward the windows where we can see the pool. It’s just two of us here, sweetheart. Wouldn’t you like to downsize a little to something that would fit us better? Maybe two bedrooms with two baths?

I shake my head again. Alissa grew up in a very affluent home with very affluent parents while attending a very affluent private school. She had the best of everything in her short life before meeting me when we were both nineteen, marrying just a year later against her father’s wishes. The fact that her parents cut her off financially after that has driven me over the last eight years of our marriage to give her everything she could have had with another much wealthier man. Now that I’ve made it, she seems disgusted by our good fortunes. You wanted this house when we looked at it, honey. I liked the smaller home a block over, but you wanted to host some parties. We’ve been having them and now you want to stop that?

I’m getting older, she says flatly. Twenty-eight is only here for a short time, and I’m afraid I’ll be sitting in this same, huge house when we’re in our fifties. How can I take care of such a large home at that age?

First off, I begin with a smirk, You don’t have to clean much of anything around here. We have a lady who comes in twice a week to keep things tidy, and I think that arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Maybe so, Alissa admits, But I still feel like I’m trapped in an ocean of carpet and stone floors.

So, you want to change things up a bit in here? Do a little bit of a remodel?

No, I don’t want anything like that. I just want a change of pace. Alissa’s dark brown eyes look me over as she pulls a few strands of her dark brown, straight hair from her eyes. Can’t we just sell this house and get something smaller? Maybe something in a neighborhood downtown?

Downtown? Are you freaking serious? I get up from my seat as I laugh. There’s mostly trailer parks and government apartments there. Why would you want to move into something like that?

You lived in places like that, my wife quips as she looks up at me. Your family had almost nothing while you were growing up and you were happy, right? Why not go back to that sort of life?

Being poor? Alissa, that wasn’t a life choice my parents made. Neither one of them ever got much of an education and when they saw an opportunity to send me to college they bent over backwards to do it. Mom and Dad would be horrified of the idea that you and I would ever move back into those sorts of conditions. Besides, I was a farmer’s kid, not someone in the inner city.

Then we could move out to the countryside and take up farming.

Are you even listening to yourself? I pick up the juice container and walk back to the kitchen. My wife decides to get up and follow me.

Being rich sucks, Nathan. What do we get from it?

"Well, for one, we get to eat decent meals and live in a decent home. We also each have a car to get around in when we need to.