Heaven is a Hotwife

By Christian Quinn

It’s Karen’s 31st Birthday, and she’s in for a real treat. Her day is filled with shopping, the night with a man to meet. But first comes her birthday party, close friends and colleagues abound. When playing with a clandestine lover, is it safe to have them around?

I’ve added you to the guest list, you can watch from by my side. Come on in, the party is starting, unzip and enjoy the ride.

This filthy erotic tale is perfect for you if you are a fan of hotwives, cuckolding and all the naughty fun enjoyed by couples who play together.

Warning: This 16,750 word short British erotic story is for 18+ only, and is best enjoyed whilst imagining about your own wife, fiancé, or girlfriend. Have fun!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deviant Erotica
• Release date: Jun 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463653074

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HEAVEN IS A HOTWIFE

By

Christian Quinn

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Heaven is a Hotwife

Copyright © 2018 by Christian Quinn

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

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HEAVEN IS A HOTWIFE

England isn’t known for it’s blazing sunshine, or general good weather. But once a year, for a few days at least, we typically get a heat wave. This is where the mercury tips past 21°C and a hose pipe ban shortly follows. Then, inevitably, the rain arrives.

Fortunately for Karen, or my wife and I, this summer heat wave so typically coincided with her birthday. This year Karen’s birthday had fallen on a Friday. We’d both booked the day off work, and had arranged a house party for the evening. The guest list involved a bunch of Karen’s work mates, her circle of close friends, and of course, Tony, my best mate. Myriad others were invited and would no doubt attend, but being somewhat of an introvert I made very little effort to discover their identities.

Tony was your perpetually single bloke who would stand in the corner of the room all evening, drinking himself silly, imagining himself approaching every woman in the room. But inevitably he would lack the courage to do so, and ultimately head home alone. Still, aside from his failings with women, he is a nice guy.

This year, for Karen’s thirty first birthday, there would be an extra special guest on our list. A mutual ‘friend’, who we were both very much looking forward to welcoming into our home.

The morning had started lazily enough: breakfast in bed, cards and presents, kisses, and cuddles. No sex, though. I had tried. Karen pushed me away, playfully. We both knew why, yet it went unsaid. Frustrated, but understanding, I kept back one present. This one I’d give to my irresistible wife later in the evening.

After breakfast, Karen showered and dressed, and was promptly whirled off to the Trafford Centre, the local shopping mecca, in the passenger seat of Tiffany’s Audi TT. I gave her my credit card, enjoying being able to treat her to whatever she desired. Being Karen’s closest female companion, Tiffany was a frequent visitor to our house. Though she knew little of our sex life. I found her pleasant enough. Stunningly good looking, and engaged to Mark, an ex-male model who Karen had confessed, on more than one occasion, to fancying the socks off. Actually, her expressions of lust were often far lewder than I am sharing here with you, and I was certain that if Tiffany ever found out how randy her best friend was for her fiancé, there would be an immense falling out.

Fortunately - in some ways - Mark and Tiffany couldn’t make it this evening. I found Mark an easy going, and likeable guy. We weren’t friends as such, more acquaintances. We’d chat and share a laugh whenever Karen and Tiffany met up, but we’d never be the kind of guys who’d hang out together. Mark was a true alpha male. And our special guest this evening would also fall into the same bracket. Having two studs under one roof may have caused a friction none of us wanted. Unfortunately we’d still be in for a visit from Louise, Karen’s oldest childhood friend. Tiffany had largely replaced Louise on Karen’s radar, and that clearly annoyed the frumpy grump.

Now that Karen had left for the day, the house felt overly quiet. I needed something to occupy my mind, or I’d inevitably find myself at the computer, browsing porn sites, imagining Karen as the girl taking one or several thick, black dicks. I had folders full of filth, both movies and a wide assortment of pictures. Most of my stash followed a small number of central themes:

Submissive wives

Black guys with massive cocks, typically impaling a sweet white girl, or two

Slutty lingerie, ideally being modelled by a curvy woman

And spread ass

There were others too, including a selection of muscled guys fucking submissive males.

Now, if you could combine these central themes into one picture, or video, then all the better. I loved nothing more than watching a curvaceous slutty submissive wife, dressed in revealing lingerie, spreading her big backside for a big black cock or two. Hot wives, cuckolding, wife sharing, anything like that would get my engine revving. I’d come to the conclusion that, once sufficiently turned on, every guy secretly fantasises about watching their girlfriend, fiancé, or wife being intimate with another man. Or better yet a group of men. And I guess if you’re reading this, you think so too.

With my loins burning, I figured a cool glass of ice water, and