Hotwife First Time For Everything - A Wife Watching Romance Novella

By Karly Violet

Can A Dead Bedroom Be Reignited By The Introduction Of Another Man!

Jon and Carmela have been suffering the toughest of times in their marriage.

Since Jon's motorcycle accident, tensions have been tight between the married couple.

The activity in the dead bedroom leaves a lot to be desired for.

Jon's closest aide warns him not to get complacent with his beautiful wife, ensuring that he keep her happy in any way she wants.

And so when the idea of introducing another man into the bedroom is mentioned……..

…..both husband and wife find their marriage turning a corner they had never once expected!

This 20,000 word sizzling hot novel features wife sharing and a husband doing everything it takes to keep his wife satisfied!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: May 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393887751

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 First Time For Everything

A Wife Watching Romance Novella

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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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CONTENTS PAGE

Chapter One: At Fault

Chapter Two: A Friendly Chat

Chapter Three: A Helping Hand

Chapter Four: Adult Advice

Chapter Five: A Member in Five

Chapter Six: Getting Some Sun

Chapter Seven: The Men for the Job

Chapter Eight: Convincing Carmela

Chapter Nine: A Wild Woman

Chapter Ten: From Scrap to Life

Chapter One: At Fault

Carmela has been quiet this morning while getting ready for work.  It has become a major theme at least five days a week as I lie here in bed with a cast up my leg to my hip that my wife talks very little to me before leaving for work.  Though she has not told me specifically that she blames me for the accident a few weeks ago, I get the feeling that nonetheless I am at fault.  I am the reason my wife feels this way every single morning.

Hey, honey, I say as I smile at her.  Carmela turns as she finishes putting an earring on.  Would you mind bringing me a glass of water and a pain pill from the bathroom?

Yeah, just a minute.  She turns and continues to finish with the one earring before picking up the other one to do the same.  I wait patiently as my wife does this before going to the bathroom to retrieve some water and the opiate.  The pain this morning is a bit more intense through my pelvis as I turned suddenly last night while in bed and aggravated the fractures.  The doctor has warned me to try to stay still as much as I can, with the exception of going to the bathroom, but I have always been a mobile sleeper.

Thanks, I say to Carmela as I take the small glass of water and the pill from her.  After sliding the pill to the back of my tongue, I drink some of the water and swallow.  Thankfully the medicine should kick in within the next few minutes and I will be able to get some more sleep.  However, my mind is focused on the way my wife is looking at me right now as she takes the glass of water from me.  I’m sorry, I offer as I smile at her.

Sorry?  Carmela puts the glass on the nightstand beside the bed and looks over at me.  For what?

You are still really angry at me, aren’t you?

She sighs.  We have been over this, Jon.  We need to work on getting you better, not arguing about the accident.

I nod my head as I look up at her.  What’s wrong, then?

Carmela sits down on the edge of the bed beside me.  The temporary disability payment has not come from your employer’s insurance yet.  It should have been here three days ago and we have an electric bill that is due by tomorrow or they may shut the power off.

Dammit.  I should have called about that yesterday, I admit. 

My wife looks over at me with a frown on her face.  They are probably going to fight us over that, Jon.  The insurance adjuster said as much when she came by last month.

I paid for that insurance, I tell her.  There is nothing in the documentation that says the accident has to happen at work or because of work.  If they hold out on me, I’ll hire an attorney and sue them for three times the amount. 

By the time you get them to pay we will be out of electricity, water, and probably the house, Carmela replies.  We need that money now.

Reaching over, I take my wife’s hand into mine.  I’ll call them again.  Though I hold her hand inside mine, she does not squeeze my hand at all.  Disappointed, I ask, Do you still blame me for all of this, Carmela?

She sighs while shaking her head.  It was that damned motorcycle.  I told you I didn’t want you to get it in the first place.  Then you go and ride it in the rain and go too fast around a curve.  You are lucky that you didn’t die in that accident, Jon.

I wasn’t going all that fast, I reply as calmly as I can.  My wife and I have had a couple of heated arguments over what happened that night once I was well enough to hold a lucid conversation.  I was below the speed limit.

"The police officer said it appeared that you were traveling too fast for conditions, Jon."  Carmela’s dark brown eyes glare at me as she shakes her head.  The very same attractive looks of my Latina wife now evoke a level of fear in me that before the accident would have been nonexistent.  She is angry at me, and perhaps she has good reason to be.