My Wife......The Hotwife Author: A Wife Sharing Romance

By Karly Violet

Theodore’s addiction to the world of hotwife and wife sharing drew him to pages of hotwife novels. His hunger for the lifestyle grows as he starts to follow his favourite Hotwife author, Lana Maven.

Devouring every book she published, Theodore followed every word, mesmerised by her tales of infidelity and adultery, he felt a growing desire to fall into the author’s world of cheating and seductive betrayal.

Little does Theodore know, that his faithful wife Madelyn has held her own fantasies. Kinky secrets of sharing her body whilst her husband watches her. Unable to live out her fantasies, frustrated Madelyn pens her secret desires in her own Hotwife stories, under the name Lana Maven. Exploring her fantasies while dressing her characters in revealing attire she dare not wear herself, Madelyn lives out her uninhibited sexual fantasies through her lead female characters.

One evening, Madelyn discovers her own books under their marital bed. And certain her husband has been devouring every one of her own fantasies, she decides to confront him on her discovery.

When a Hotwife author and a rabid reader of hers suddenly learn they are husband and wife in real life. The couple find their marriage taking a turn they never once expected, as they begin to explore the wife sharing romantic tale in her latest novel.

A scorching hot 30,000 word romance novella featuring a wife laying her fantasies bare in her hotwife novels, a husband devouring every word of his favorite author unaware the writer is his wife, tales of wife-sharing slowly evolving from fiction to reality and a wife’s passion to explore every inch of her fantasy with her yoga instructor in front of her husband’s eyes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Jan 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370355839

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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My Wife…...The Hotwife Author

A Wife Sharing Romance

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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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Chapter One: A Real Page Turner

Son-of-a-bitch, I moan to myself as I reach into my shorts and take hold of my swelling manhood. There are few things I enjoy as much as lying back on a late Friday night and reading one of my favorite author’s books while my wife is out with friends. Take it slow, I plead with the lead male character as I read about him forcefully pressing his lips to the lead female character’s puffy labia. Eat her out slowly, man. I pull my shorts down after laying the paperback book face-down on the bed beside me. I’m going to jizz into my pants if I keep going like this. Laughing to myself, I finish pulling my shorts and briefs down so that I can better fondle myself.

I enjoy masturbating even though I have a beautiful young wife who is sometimes sexually adventurous with me. We have sex on occasion, mostly on the weekends after she overcomes her imbibement from the Friday night before and I attempt to woo her. Otherwise, I am left to my own devices. Though I can see in her a real desire to do more, I can never get Madelyn to go the full stretch with me. It’s as if she is holding back whenever we do have sex, which is sometimes an intense disappointment for me. I will be the first to admit that I can become aggravated and upset if my wife doesn’t give in to my sexual desires, but is that really my fault? Couldn’t she just allow me to have a bit more fun with her than I already do?

Oh, hell, I moan as I read one chapter in the book where a personal trainer forces the married woman down on a floor mat. She’s sweaty and he still wants her.

My husband, the woman pleads as the personal trainer pushes her legs even further back. Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me? I read about the man inhaling her essence just after her workout, hungrily lapping at her pussy like a dog in heat.

You’re a woman in need of a man like me, Shari. You need to feel a man take you like you wish your husband would take you. Trent, the male character, then goes back down on Shari and continues to lick at her pussy, his fingers sliding into her wet hole to help bring the woman to a full orgasm.

Trent, she moans as he plays with her. Trent, please, my husband could be home at any time.

The personal trainer looks up at her and says, It wouldn’t matter. I would have you anyway.

My cock becomes rock hard as I stroke its full length. The man that Trent is, I wish I could become. He’s arrogant and full of himself, powerful, and direct. Though Shari begs him to leave her alone, she goes along with him and in fact encourages him over and over again as she instructs him on what she likes or does not like. Even though she is another man’s wife, she happily goes along with Trent on his intent to have sex with her, and in fact he enters her without any complaint from the young woman.

Oh, Trent, I read as I feel myself getting closer to finishing off in my hand. You’re deep, Trent. You are so deep. He pushes her legs back to her chest as he thrusts his large phallus into her small twat. Like my own wife, Shari is a petite woman, just over five feet tall. She is a spinner, the sort of woman any man would love to bed for the sheer ability to swing her around like his own personal fuck toy. Trent has his way with Shari so easily because she is so small and demure. I just wish I could do the same with my own spinner wife.

I’m going to come inside you, Trent tells his young lover.

If you come inside me, I could get pregnant. You need to pull out, Trent. Please pull out.

The aggressive character that he is, Trent refuses to do what she asks as he says to her, I want to fill you up with my semen, my little slut. I am going to come inside you. He pumps harder while I stroke myself faster, my own ball juice in position for a messy orgasm.

Oh, hell, I groan as I put the book down to my side. I’m too close to read the rest of what happens between Trent and Shari, but I already completely understand the tilt of this chapter in the book. He is going to leave behind his white man sauce and Shari is going to accept it. She will, simply because Trent is powerful enough to see it done. She likes his aggressiveness, though she protests a bit, and I would be willing to bet that Shari welcomes his jism when it does come. Just as mine is about to.

Fuck…uhhh!!! I call out into the empty bedroom as my toes point and I begin to shoot my spunk out of my cock. Ahhh…OHHH! My hand works up and down my shaft as it pulsates, sending my genetic milk onto the bed and my stomach, my hand unable to capture it all. Dammit, Maddie! I finish squeezing off the last of my seed before getting up from the bed and running to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel, I begin to wipe myself off before turning my attention to the mess I have made on the bed.

Shit, I mumble as I wipe a spot of my come from the cover of the paperback book. I can’t help but laugh a little as I look at the front of the book and read the authors name. Lana Maven, you are by far better at getting me off than my own wife. It’s a cheap shot at Madelyn as I finish cleaning everything off, and I feel just a bit badly about it for a moment. Though sex for us is not what I would call adventurous or completely fulfilling, she’s very good in the bedroom when she wants to be. That’s just the problem, though; it’s when Madelyn wants it to be good.

The hot wife lifestyle that is the main idea behind all the adult paperbacks I have read is something that I wish I could experience with Madelyn. She is five-one, about one hundred pounds, and the true embodiment of a hot wife at thirty years old. Her blonde hair and blue eyes cause men to stare at her when we are out in public, and sometimes a guy will even be bold enough to say something perverse to her. I often turn red in the face and go to threaten whatever guy is ogling the love of my life, but Madelyn always stops me. She isn’t bothered by the attention from other men and seems to like it for the most part. It irks me, I suppose, that she seems more receptive at times to the remarks and looks from other men than to my overtures of passion.

I hear the front door of our house open as I try put my shorts back on.

Fuck, I mumble as I struggle to finish getting them on.

Theo? I hear Madelyn say from the living room.

Dammit. My wife usually stays out until after midnight on Friday evenings, but it’s just after nine and she is looking for me.

Honey, are you in the bedroom? Grabbing the paperback book from our bed, I close it quickly and slide it under the bed with the three or four other books I have read recently. Hopping onto the top of the bed, I turn on the television and pretend to be asleep. Theo?

Huh? What? I stretch around and open my eyes slowly as if I have been napping for some time. Home already? Did I really sleep that late? I turn to look at