Leslie: First Time Hotwife

By Aleson Alexander

A young hotshot engineer decides that it's too much effort to get back into the dating pool after his divorce. When his company hires efficiency expert and hotwife Leslie to observe and improve their performance, she notices something else that she should take a closer look at. After a few drinks, she decides to observe him in action. Upon evaluation, the beautiful, married, mother of two shows him how to improve his performance as well!

Leslie’s no ordinary hotwife and she has quite a few tricks up her sleeve, as well as some very enlightening lessons to teach any man she deems worthy. After all, it takes an efficiency expert to get the maximum performance from a man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aleson Alexander
• Release date: Oct 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463279229

Aleson Alexander

I’m Aleson Alexander and I’ve been writing things just for myself my entire life. Now, I want to share a few of them with you. I write a wide variety of stories that span a number of genres. Among them you’ll find tales of transgender romance, futanari lust, BDSM domination (and submission), erotic encounters between strangers, cheating wives, and happily married couples who decide to spice up their love lives, just to name a few. I’ve even got an erotic supernatural tale or two.Why write erotica? Because it’s fun! You can do things in erotica that you can’t do in any other form of writing. I don’t mean the sex itself (although it is nice not to have to fade to black as soon as Sergio takes Valentina into his arms). I mean that you can use sex to give your characters added depth and personality. First off, having sex makes them more like real people. There’s asexuality and celibacy, but the vast majority of us have sex. Secondly, and more importantly, you can give insight to who they are: how they react to things, what types of things they like or dislike, how skilled or unskilled are they are at different things, what their thoughts are while they’re doing it, and so on. You can use it as a way to drive the story forward, moderate the pacing, or change the tone. Essentially, you can use all of the tools that other writers use, while having an additional one that they don’t have access to.A number of my stories contain trans women. Depending on context, I’ll use ‘trans persons’ rather than ‘trans people’. There’s a reason. When I say ‘trans people’, it makes me feel like I am talking about a separate sub-race of ‘others’ that I am trying to distance myself from, whereas when I say ‘trans persons’, it feels more like I am talking about a group but still recognizing them as individual people who happen to be trans. It’s a personal thing.When I’m not busy writing, I enjoy taking long walks with my two beautiful dogs, finding places for them to swim, and playing fetch with sticks.My stories will also be available on Amazon.com, so you’ll be able to get them there as well.Follow me on my personal website, Facebook, and Twitter at the links below.Thanks for stopping by and I’ll see you soon!

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Leslie

First Time Hotwife

by

Aleson Alexander

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It's just another overcast day here in Seattle. It's drizzling a bit, but I find myself happy and smiling anyway. It's a special day, you see. It's the anniversary of the day that I met Leslie. I still remember it as if it happened yesterday...

It was a typical day at work.  I'd been staring at schematics all morning and half the afternoon.  I'd do a calculation, make an adjustment, and run the changes through the simulation program.  It would result in a tiny change that might be better or worse, but not enough to matter, so I'd start over again. My eyes were getting tired, so I figured some coffee might help.

I was in the break room when Leslie wandered in. I was pouring myself a cup and she grabbed one and set it down next to mine. Turning her back to the counter, she leaned against it, barely a foot away. I could practically feel her staring at me silently.  It was making me feel uncomfortable, so I stuck out my hand. Hi, I'm David.

She looked at my hand for a moment, then shook it. Yes, I remember. I’m guessing that you don’t. We met Monday morning when they were showing me around.  I'm Leslie.

I felt pretty embarrassed that she never really registered, despite having met her already.  She didn't seem upset though.

She gave me an appraising look. What do you do here?

I paused, trying to figure out the best way to explain my job. I'm an electrical engineer. Mainly, I work on designing coils to improve resolution without being bulky or distorting the image.

She nodded in understanding. I'm here to help refine the workflow processes in the prototype and testing department.

I groaned. So, basically completely change how we do things to squeak out a 3% productivity improvement.

She chuckled with a cheerful expression. Hey, 3% adds up. Do you mind? She gestured toward the coffee pot."

Oh, sorry, I said as I moved out of her way.  She poured a cup, added a little cream and sugar, then turned back towards me. She took a sip and coughed.

Yeah, the coffee around here is terrible. Sorry about that, I said.  Even though I