Hotwife Exposed - A Wife Watching Adultery Romance Novella

By Karly Violet

Frustrated Wife Offers Nude Modelling Classes to Ease Her Marriage's Financial Woes!

Jon and Shay are finding the bills have been piling up faster in the recent months.

The married couple own a small arts studio and are determined to dig themselves out of the ever growing hole of financial debt.

The beautiful wife starts to run pottery and sculpting classes to increase the cash flow but the dampened interest makes barely a dent on their financial troubles.

Frustrated at the situation, Shay is determined to find an answer and stumbles upon the perfect solution - increase the prices of the classes and offer nude modelling!

Despite her husband's concerns, Shay pushes ahead with the idea - unaware their once strong and stable relationship was about to hit an iceberg!

What will it take to rescue a marriage on track to crash into an iceberg?

This 33,000 word scorching hot novel features adultery, cheating and a frustrated wife taking matters into her own hands in order to meet her businesses financial obligations!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Aug 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393399735

Karly Violet

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Hotwife Exposed

A Wife Watching Adultery Romance Novella

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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.

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CONTENTS PAGE

Chapter One: A Quiet Existence

Chapter Two: Meager Circumstances

Chapter Three: More Students

Chapter Four: Careful or Carefree

Chapter Five: A Risqué Pose

Chapter Six: A Dangerous Precedent

Chapter Seven: A Seed is Planted

Chapter Eight: A Secret Performance

Chapter Nine: A Private Party

Chapter Ten: Legal Troubles

Chapter Eleven: A Benefactor

Chapter Twelve: An Artistic Encounter

Chapter Thirteen: Worry and Excitement

Chapter Fourteen: An Offer for a Future

Chapter One: A Quiet Existence

Hey, sweetie, Shay says to me as she walks by and plants a kiss on my cheek.  How are you this morning?

Tired, I reply with a crooked smile.  Too much painting last night has my arm and wrist hurting.  I rub my left hand and wrist as I look over at my wife.  She’s a beautiful woman, and I sometimes feel as if I need to pinch myself to make sure that it is not just a dream that I get to sleep with her every night.  Unfortunately, we have had very few nights of adult fun, though, with all the extra work we have both been doing to try to get ahead on our finances.  The bills have been stacking up recently, and the studio simply isn’t paying for itself the way that we had hoped at one time that it would.

You were at work far too late, my love.  Shay smiles at me warmly as she walks over and takes my hand.  I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, or I would have gladly waited up for you, Jon.

I chuckle as I shake my head.  Well, had you waited up for me, I would have been too tired to have done anything with you anyway.  I sigh as I add, These long days are really tough on the both of us.

Shay nods her head as she looks over at the calendar on the wall just to the side of the refrigerator.  I have classes tonight.

Really?  My wife set up pottery and sculpting classes at our studio on Main Street so that she could bring in paying students to make a little extra money.  The tactic has worked to an extent, allowing us to become current on the mortgage for that property.  However, there is only so much Shay can do in those classes to keep the students coming back for more.  How much longer will you be teaching pottery?

I’m just teaching sculpting for now, she answers quickly.  There was more interest in that, so I have switched gears to teach basic sculpture techniques to about a dozen ladies.

Ladies?  I cock one eyebrow up as I smile wryly.  "Young, attractive ladies?"

Shay gives me a gentle tap across my shoulder with her hand.  You’re so bad, Jon.  I guess some of them would be attractive to some guys, but they are all in their forties, fifties, and sixties.

I wrinkle my nose.  "An old lady’s class."

That’s not fair, she tells me as she lightly raps me again.  They are very nice women who just want something to do with their spare time.  Shay gives a quick laugh as she adds, It must be nice to have that sort of spare time on their hands to use for learning to sculpt. 

I’m sure they are just a wonderful group, I reply as I reach for the refrigerator to get some orange juice.  I just wish they would pay you a little more.

I set the prices, sweetheart.  They just agree to pay them if they become my students. 

But, you’re not charging very much, are you?  This has been a bone of contention between the two of us for some time now, and I know that I should just let it go.  My real concern is that Shay is spending so much time teaching on the side that it’s causing her regular work to suffer, and she is becoming worn down. 

I charge just enough to make some money, Jon.  If I charge much more, they might quit the classes.  We would be in a lot of trouble if they all quit paying the twenty dollars per week.

It’s not much.  I shake my head as I think about the classes I have held in the studio before.  You know, I was charging fifty dollars per session at one time.

Shay grimaces as she leans back against the countertop.  Look, I know you were making better money when you taught painting, but that’s because there is a large customer base for that, Jon.  Sculpting isn’t the sort of thing that most people would prefer to do.  I have had to work hard to recruit the students that I have got.

Shrugging my shoulders, I reply, I guess you’re right, honey, but I just hate seeing you take peanuts for what you have to offer.  You should be getting paid so much more. 

My wife moves toward me and takes my hands again.  Jon, you know that we can only do what we can do.  When things get tough, we always find a way to bounce back.  It might not seem like much right now, but this will all lead to much better times for us in the next couple of years.  I just feel like we are close to getting out of this hole.

Hole, I repeat as I shake my head.  "We are always in a fucking hole, Shay.  I wish we could get out of this hole, fill it in, and then dance all over it like we own the damned world.  I am so over this constant lack of stuff."

We have each other, Jon.  Shay steps up as she reaches a hand behind my head.  Pulling me toward her, she gently presses her soft, full lips against mine to give me a kiss that causes a shiver along my neck and back.  My wife is the sexiest thing alive as far as I am concerned at this very moment, and I kiss her back as if it will be our last intimate moment together.  We have often been this way with each other when we have made love as well, but things have gotten a bit sticky now with all the work on the side that we have both been doing.  Sex has taken a back seat to cheap sculpting sessions late in the evenings.

We do have each other, I tell my wife as I put my arms around her.  At least I can say that much. 

Yeah.  Shay smiles as she sits back in her seat.  I want to see the world, Jon.

I laugh a little as I take her hand.  Well, we have both wanted to see the world for a long time, honey.  Maybe one day we can.

"No, I mean I really do want to see it, Jon.  I really want to travel to Europe to see all the beautiful artwork they have there.  Shay turns to face me fully before asking, Haven’t you ever wanted to visit The Louvre?"

Well, sure I would, but I don’t think that the airline would take twenty-seven dollars and nineteen cents for two tickets to Paris, Shay.  It would cost thousands for us to be able to take such a trip.

I know, she groans as she sits back in her seat again.  Fuck, I would do anything to go.

My heart sinks as I think of the debt we have gotten ourselves into.  We owe the most for the studio, with other things like a business credit card and a line of credit for our work that is just about maxed out.  As a matter of fact, I’m not sure that Shay and I have enough money to continue buying the supplies we need to stay afloat over the next few weeks.  This, combined with the long days and low pay, make for a difficult life for the two of us.  We have talked about just leaving here and going somewhere else, leaving all the banks that we owe money to behind, but that’s just not us.  My wife and I love it here and we don’t want to leave.  Still, if we had a fresh start, there would be so many more things we could do with each other.

I’ll try to come up with something to help out a little more, I promise her.  Maybe I can get the painting classes going again and...

No, Shay replies quickly.  You have more to do now than you can handle as it is.  I just wish the people who hire you would recognize you for the wonderful work you do and pay you what you are worth.  Instead, you are forced to give them gallery level artwork for pennies on the dollar.  My wife is right.  I work hard