Hotwife Frustrations

By Karly Violet

Marcus a successful attorney and Jenny a caring nurse, both find their professional lives having a direct impact on their bedroom life.

Keen to keep the spark alive - the couple explore ways to keep the fire lit.

During one of their Saturday mall visits, the provocative wife meets two handsome college men working in a sports apparel store.

The men are quickly drawn to the stunning hotwife’s body and their attention does not go unnoticed

Marcus encourages his beautiful wife to flirt with the men on their next visit, testing the waters of how far she can go.

......and when she does, the married couple find themselves venturing into a fantasy world they had never once imagined was possible.......

Can you ever flirt without anything intimate happening?

A married couple soon learn the answer first hand..........

This 24,000 word steamy romance features wife watching, wife sharing and a couple seeking a way to reignite the passion in their dead bedroom!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Oct 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463417317

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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Hotwife Frustrations

A Hotwife Wife Sharing Romance Novel

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Individuals on the cover are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.

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: Breakfast and a Walk

It has become a sort of tradition for the two of us on Saturday mornings. We come to the mall in town and eat breakfast at Little John’s restaurant before we go out to take a walk from store to store. Sometimes we go inside the stores and buy a few things, but often it is just a time for the two of us to enjoy our time together.

You really should try the Eggs Benedict special sometime, Marcus. It’s really very nice. Jenny squeezes my hand as we walk out of the restaurant, our coffees in to-go cups in our free hands.

I laugh while shaking my head. "You know I hate eggs, Jen. They are probably one of the foulest foods in existence.

Fowl foods? She laughs as she displays her quick wit. It’s one characteristic that I have always loved about my feisty strawberry-blonde wife.

Ha-ha, I say with a smile on my face. You know, if you put that much effort into getting up on a Saturday morning you would probably beat me to the shower every time.

Hey! Jenny elbows me playfully, causing me to nearly spill some of my coffee onto the mall floor. She sees me trying to steady the cup as she says, Woops; sorry.

Yeah, sure you are. I smile at my beautiful wife who stands nearly a foot shorter than my six-two frame. There is a lot of love between the two of us and sometimes we do things playfully that help to reinforce that love. Even so, there are some cracks in our relationship that have begun to show as we work on our twelfth year of matrimonial bond.

This place is having a sale today, she tells me as she tugs at my hand. Let’s see what they have inside. Just in front of an athletic apparel shop in the mall, Jenny smiles as she releases my hand and points toward the racks of clothing inside the glass doorway. I could use a new running outfit for the half-marathon we are going to enter.

I scrunch my nose. I’ll tell you what; I will hold your coffee while you go inside. That way you don’t accidentally spill it and make a mess that will embarrass you, Jen.

Oh, come on, my wife pleads with me as she looks back at me. You could at least use a new pair of running shorts for yourself.

I shake my head. I do not need new shorts, honey. I have three pairs already and all of them are in exceptional condition.

Except for the one that is naturally air-conditioned.

Are you referring to the ones I have finally worn in? They are very comfortable, Jen.

There are three holes in one of those pairs of shorts, Marcus! Geez, have a little pride in your looks when you run the half-marathon.

Ugh, that half-marathon, I complain. You do realize that I really don’t want to do that, right?

But, you love running, sweetie. Why don’t you want to run in that race?

You know why, I reply as I shake my head. I hate the huge numbers of people that attend these things. Now, if you want to do a 5K, I get that. But to run a half-marathon with a thousand other runners is not what I really want to do. People cheat.

There won’t be any cheaters, Marcus. They watch for that. Jenny shakes her head. It is amazing to me how involved she has become with her running over the last year. It’s obvious that the exercise has done a lot of good for both of us, but I just can’t see running a race that covers so many miles.

You are a chicken, she says with a giggle. Here, just hold my cup. Jenny hands me the cup of coffee and then turns and goes into the store as she looks back at me with a smile. A sexy spinner at five-three and just a hair under one hundred twenty pounds, she is a force to be reckoned with in bed when we actually have sex. Unfortunately, between her career as a nurse practitioner and mine as an attorney, we rarely have much time to do anything during the week. It is part of the reason that Saturday morning at the mall has become our thing.

I sit down at a bench just in front of the glass wall of the athletic apparel store and have a sip of my coffee as I watch my wife just inside. She goes from rack to rack as she tries to decide which outfits she prefers. Jenny’s process of selecting clothing that is on sale is tedious at best and sometimes I try to find ways to keep myself entertained while waiting for her to finish. Today, that entertainment appears to be in the form of a couple of young men who work in the store. They are watching my wife as she looks at the clothing and I get the sense that they find her very attractive.

You are fucking kidding me, I say with a quiet chuckle as I watch the two salesmen. One of them approaches Jenny after he has a quick word with his colleague and offers her some help in selecting the perfect outfit. There you go, buddy. See how far you get. I smile as I take another sip of my coffee and just watch him talking to Jenny.

Then, I see it happen. What the hell, Jen? I say as I narrow my eyes and look hard. There it is again. My wife has now twice run her fingers through her hair. You are flirting with the guy, honey. Seriously? I’m right here watching you. Though I find this to be a little