Hotwife On Camera: A Wife Watching Romance

By Karly Violet

When Mason returns home one day to find his faithful wife dressed in a revealing robe and a strong scent of another man’s cologne dominating the air. He struggles to believe Tabby’s excuse that she had a headache, had sent the housestaff home and fallen asleep.

The successful businessmen notices their handsome groundskeeper tending to their garden through the window and begins to suspect an illicit affair between his flirtatious wife and the god-like physique of his groundsman.

In an attempt to capture her suspected infidelity, the suspicious husband installs various cameras inside the house, including one positioned perfectly inside their bedroom, focusing on their marital bed.

The truth unravels very quickly, as Mason watches his once faithful wife performing untold sordid deeds in front of the hidden camera on their bed with another man.

A revelation that would ordinarily crush any other marriage strengthens the couple’s bond as they both begin to explore their own hidden wife sharing desires and hotwife fantasies.

A scorching hot 32,000 word romance novella featuring wife-sharing, a husband suspecting his wife of sharing her body with another man, a stunning hotwife performing in front of a hidden camera on her marital bed and a couple who find their own fantasies unravelling as they learn of their partner’s.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: May 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463037652

Karly Violet

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Hotwife On Camera

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.

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Chapter One: Things Could Be Better

Thank you, Dana, I say to the young woman as she pours my morning coffee into a cup. How is everything with your mother?

The dark-eyed beauty smiles briefly before replying, She is doing much better, Mr. Rose, thank you for asking. Dana’s mother was involved in a car accident last week that could have been much worse had she not been wearing her seatbelt. I gave the young house staff member some money to help her with the trip to and from Connecticut where her mother is in the hospital, but the act did not sit well with my wife when she found out. Nor does my speaking to Dana help things as Tabitha walks into the small dining room and has a seat next to me.

Dana, I’ll take a coffee as well, please. Tabitha smiles smugly at the young woman and watches her turn to walk back into the kitchen. Flirting again, Mason?

I’m not flirting, I reply before taking a sip of my coffee. I’m just trying to be nice, that’s all.

Nice? Is that what they are calling it nowadays? Tabby suddenly looks up and smiles as Dana brings her coffee into the dining room. Thank you, Dana.

Yes, ma’am. The young woman leaves the room again as I take my second sip.

You really shouldn’t encourage her, you know. She thinks you are attractive as it is. My wife rolls her eyes as she pulls out her cell phone and begins to type a reply to some text message that she has just received.

I don’t encourage her, I tell my wife.

You do, too. You flirt with her all the time, Mason. That’s got to be hard on her when she thinks about the fact that you are tied to me, my love. Tabitha giggles a little as she takes a bite of toast. Why do you flirt all the time with her anyway?

I shake my head. Why do you accuse me of flirting all the time, Tabby? You know that pisses me off a little when you do that. All I was doing just a moment ago was asking about her mother. You remember what happened to her mother, right?

Oh, the lady who slipped on her front porch?

No, Tabby, not that woman, I reply as I sigh. Dana’s mother had a car accident in Connecticut over the holidays and she had to go stay with her for a week or so. Remember?

Sure. Tabitha nods her head as before taking a sip of her coffee. I seriously doubt my lovely wife has any clue as to what has been going on in our employees’ lives at all. At five-feet-four, my wife is a stunning twenty-six-year-old beauty with green eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair that she likes to put back into a ponytail. It’s a sexy look for her, the way that she attempts to appear more like a teenage girl than a woman in her mid-twenties, and I certainly don’t mind the attempt at youthfulness on her part. However, I just wish that her care and compassion for our household staff could compare to the physical beauty she already exudes.

You know, you accuse me of flirting all the time now, Tabby. Even when we go out somewhere, you claim that I am making eyes at other women or talking with them in inappropriate ways. Why do you make these claims?

She clears her throat as she finishes swallowing a bite of toast. You do flirt, Mason. It’s as clear to anyone else as it is to me. My sister noticed it last weekend when we went out with her and her boyfriend.

Any who did I flirt with then?

Her, Tabitha says matter-of-factly. You flirted with my sister, Mason. How do you think that makes me feel when you do something like that?

I begin to rack my brain as I try to figure out what I did that could be considered flirtatious in regard to her sister. Honestly, I don’t know what I did or said that Jennifer would find flirtatious, honey. We talked about things related to you and our relationship. Not once did I make a pass at her.

You held a conversation with her, Mason. Instead of talking to me, you chatted it up with my sister.

Is that what you consider flirting, honey? I shake my head as I chuckle a bit. I talk to a lot of women every day, Tabby. I have no choice but to talk to them to make money at work and I can’t help the fact that most checkers in supermarkets are female. Do you think that I am flirting with every single one of the women I see during the day if I speak to them?

Well, a lot of them you do. Tabitha takes a napkin from the table and dabs her mouth. Maybe not the really old ones, like your receptionist, but you flirt with most of the women you see.

She’s forty, sweetheart. Rebecca is not old.

Tabitha’s eyes suddenly focus squarely on me. So, are you telling me that you find her attractive? That you do flirt with your receptionist?

Holy shit, Tabby, I can’t win with you, can I? I pick up my coffee cup and take another sip before I can say something that I could end up regretting later.

Mason, you are an attractive man in the prime of your life and I see how these women look at you. I know that you have a wandering eye as well. Tabitha’s intensely-green eyes continue to stare straight at me as she adds, I know that you get horny for other women. It’s just what men do.

For fuck’s sake, I growl as I put my coffee cup down. I turn to see Dana approaching the dining room table, but I put a hand up to let her know she should stay away. The young woman turns and goes back into the kitchen. Turning my attention back to my wife, I tell her, You really need to get over yourself, Tabby. This jealous streak that you have running through you is not helpful to our marriage.

It’s not helpful to have my husband horny for other women, she retorts with a scowl on her face, causing me to become a little angry.

I have never said that I am horny for any other woman, sweetheart. Please stop putting this all on me. I push my chair away from the dining room table and stand to my feet as I straighten my necktie. I’m getting tired of your constant accusations.

My constant accusations are only because you want to screw another woman. Tabitha stands up as well, taking a step toward me as she adds, You would do it if I didn’t keep a sharp eye on you.

Finally losing my composure, I reply, Fine, Tabby, I want to have sex with another woman. Are you happy with that? I want to have sex with someone else because I am horny all the fucking time and I can’t seem to get my wife to do anything in bed with me. I get home every day, go to the bedroom and practically beg for something as simple as a damned hand job. Unfortunately for me, you are always busy with something else. You don’t have time for sex or even the time to just help your husband get some kind of relief. So, you force me to have to retreat to the bathroom to jerk off, Tabby. Shit, why are you so damned self-absorbed? I turn and begin to walk away, but my wife isn’t going to let me get away so easily.

You are constantly looking for ways to cheat on me, Mason. I have a sense for that, you know? I can see it in your eyes, so it causes me to try to turn my attention to other things. Yeah, I do some charity work and I try to keep myself busy otherwise. It’s all I can do since you don’t want me to go get a real job.

It’s all my fault, then? I roar back. "All my fault for not wanting my wife to go get a job at a supermarket or at the