Sharing The Hotwife Author’s Fantasy - A Wife Sharing Romance: My Wife - The Hotwife Author, #2

By Karly Violet

Hotwife shares her body with her husband's best friend!

Since learning her husband was an avid reader of her own Hotwife stories, Maddie has taken a short break from exploring her intimacy with her yoga instructer. And instead, the couple have looked to rekindle their bedroom life.

However, one evening when Maddie confesses the resurgence of her adulterous streak with a mysterious man. 

Theo is barely surprised and make it clear that is keen to watch his wife in action in front of him with another man, but Maddie is hesitant. 

The couple agree for Theo to watch from inside their closet, but when he learns he has a close connection with the mystery man……

…..Theo and Maddie find their Hotwife adventure taking an unexpected turn.

Will the couple find their marriage strengthening or slowly deterioratinh as they come to terms with their crossroad?

A scorching hot 30,000 word romance featuring a loving couple exploring their innermost fantasies as they test the depths of their Hotwife fantasies, a wife exploring every inch of her body with a mystery man and a husband learning of his wife's uncontrollable addiction to sharing body. Maddie pens her hotwife fantasies in her own novels under the Lana Maven enjoying every moment as her husband laps up her innermost naughty thoughts!

'Sharing The Hotwife Author's Fantasy' is part 2 of a 3 part series, closely following the rollar coaster journey of a wife penning her fantasies in her novels and her curious husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Aug 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386821557

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

Book preview

Chapter One: A Shared Experience

"Oh, Shane.  Fuck, just do me, okay.  Uhhh...uhhh..."  My wife and I watch expectantly as the young buck on the television screen thrusts in and out of the blonde bombshell as she is on her hands and knees.  "Shane...Shane!"  As her large breasts move back and forth, Delilah orgasms with Shane’s hard cock wedged deep inside her.  It’s a feat of sexual wonder as his more than ten inches fits snugly inside the petite woman’s muff.  Though I want to believe the storyline, that Delilah is a newly deflowered twenty-year-old, it is plain to see that she has taken dick like this a lot of times.  It is also plain to see that she is a bit older than twenty.

Thirty, Madelyn says with a snort as she sits back on her side of the sofa.  She has to be at least that.  I’ve seen her in other videos for the last few years.  Besides, her ass is saggy.

Saggy?  I laugh as I stare hard at the screen.  That’s a nice ass, honey.

My wife narrows her eyes as she looks over at me.  Compared to what, Theo?  For a moment I think she could be serious, but then Madelyn laughs a little.  I’m sorry.  I forgot who I was talking to.

What?  It was a soft shot at me over some things we have talked about before.  Specifically, that she doesn’t see me as an alpha male.  My wife likes a man to take charge, very much in the way they do in her books.  However, I have found it difficult to do anything more than to be the loving, devoted husband that I have always imagined I should be.

No offense, honey, really.  It’s just that you are not the type that I have to worry will go out and find other women to play around with.

I chuckle, even though I want to complain that my wife’s understanding of my personality is a bit too narrow.  So, instead of a verbal response, I reach over and push my hand under her ass.  Well, I haven’t seen Shane do this to Delilah yet.  My fingers find their mark and begin to move into Madelyn’s pussy.

Shit, honey, she says with a giggle as she moves around so that I have better access to her nay-nay.  Damn, Theo.  You’re really getting at me right now.  Madelyn smiles as she puts her feet up on the sofa and allows me to continue to finger her. 

You’re wet, I say after a couple of minutes fondling her.  The softness of her tight hole causes me to become hard as I insert a second finger.  Holy fuck, Maddie.

Oh, Theo.  Keep doing that.  Finger my ass too, though.  She slides her panties down her legs and I move around to do as she asks.  Using the natural lubricant Madelyn is producing, I cover another finger with her wetness and push it into her asshole.  Dammit.  My wife’s ass begins to grind into my hands as I play with her, her body shuddering with the sexual tension that has built up for the last couple of days.  Madelyn Paulson, also known as Lana Maven to her adult novel devotees, has sworn off sex with other men for a month to heighten her sexual awareness.  I don’t understand the tactic, but she tells me it is supposed to help her better enjoy her next sexual encounter.

Maddie, I say as I massage her swelling clitoris.  Maybe I should be your next exciting guy for your novel.

She giggles a little as she closes her eyes and bites her top lip.  Don’t be silly, Theo.  You know that I have to use other men for my motivation.  Her labia swell as she gets closer to an orgasm.  However, you are really hitting every spot for me, sweetheart. 

Dammit, Maddie, I can be a good lover.  I reach deep inside her muff and curve my finger so that I can massage Madelyn’s G-spot.  Her toes curl as she grits her teeth.

"Theo, fuck...ohhh..."  Her face turns red as she opens her eyes to look at me.  "I’m sorry, honey.  I need other men.  I need...ahhhh..."  Her petite body wriggles around on top of the cushion of the sofa as she comes.  Ohhhh, fuck...ohhh, Simon...  The mention of his name disappoints me as I continue to help Madelyn finish out her orgasm.  Uhhhhh!  My wife pulls her legs to her chest and squirts a little out of her vagina as she finishes coming.  I pull my two fingers from her pussy and the one from her ass before standing up and pulling down my shorts and underwear.

Help me next, I say to my wife as I lay back and stare down at my hardon.

Madelyn takes a few deep breaths and then nods her head.  She leans forward and puts her hand on my cock and begins to pump it up and down.  Yeah, baby, she says to me breathlessly.

Your hands feel so good, I tell her with a smile on my face.  Can you use your other hand, honey?  Though Madelyn has her left hand tightly wrapped around my wood, she has her other one still rubbing lightly on her clit. 

I need to rest, she tells me.  Can I just lie back like this and use this hand?  I’m good with it too, Theo.  I nod my acceptance of her request, though I feel a deep sense of disappointment in her lackluster attempt to help me reach the same orgasmic heights my wife has just experienced. 

Keep going, I say as I close my eyes and try to work myself into an ejaculatory event. 

I’ll keep going, baby, Madelyn says to me as she strokes me lightly with her left hand.  My pre-come offers her a little lubrication to keep me going for a while, but then it begins to dry up. 

Can you spit into your hand, Maddie?  To help me?

She looks over at me and says plainly, Simon never asked me to spit in my hand for him.  He could get off whenever he was ready to get off.  There is a glare from Madelyn’s blue eyes that causes me to become a little angry at her as she slows her hand movement on my cock.

Just stop, I say with frustration in my voice after a couple of minutes.  She does, and immediately pulls her hand away from my softening penis. 

"It’s not my fault you can’t get off," Madelyn offers.

I shake my head as I get up and pull up my underwear and shorts.  I guess if I’m not Simon, I’m not fucking good enough for you to put a little effort into, huh?

My wife sighs.  Don’t be a baby about this, Theo.  You bring it upon yourself because you are satisfied with just a hand job.  Maybe if you got up and put your dick inside me I would have shown more enthusiasm for you.

You rarely show any enthusiasm for sex with me no matter what I do, I retort as I reach over and turn off the television.  It was my hope earlier that the adult video would put us both in the mood, and I guess that it accomplished that.  However, it failed to get Madelyn to the point where she would put some real effort into what I need. 

You could try harder, she tells me.  That’s all I want, Theo.  I want you to try harder.  I want you to show me that you can be the alpha male and that you can take charge.  You shouldn’t have to ask me to spit into my hand to give you a fucking hand job.  Madelyn gets up and straightens her nightgown out before walking over to me.  I love you Theo, you know that I do.  Nothing will ever change that, but you sometimes are more of a pussy than my little lady.  My wife points to her crotch with a smirk on her face before turning and walking toward the kitchen.  I follow her as I feel my face turning red.

That is so fucking unfair, dammit!  Clenching my fists, I add, It’s always about the fucking yoga instructor, isn’t it?  I can’t measure up to that guy, no matter what I do.  For several months earlier this year, my wife spent a great deal of time having sex with Simon.  I didn’t know about it at first, but I discovered it after it had started and then watched them together a couple of times.  I thought it was over for a time, but then more recently I have found little notes he has left her in our mailbox.  Seeing that this was becoming more than what she had bargained for, Madelyn finally cut off sex with him after the last time.  Now she is on some sort of sexual cleansing as she has cut herself off from sex with other men.  I doubt this current effort will hold for long.

"You take things too seriously, Theo.  If you would just relax and then maybe think about what you are saying before you say it, you would see that I am right.  You are not the sort of guy who