Hotwife First Time - A Victorian England Wife Watching Romance Novel: Hotwife In Victorian England, #1

By Karly Violet

Forbidden Adultery in 1870's England

James Hutchins had done well after inheriting his father's prestigious legal firm.

Married to Ireland born Emma, the wealthy 1870's couple enjoyed a marriage of the norm in Victorian England.

At a time when no-one discussed their bedroom antics outside of their marriage, the tension continued to rise between the sheets as Emma refused to explore James's naughty fantasies.

The housewife was conditioned by society to label her husband's suggestions as vulgar and complained of his constant need for sex.

A chance encounter with a wealthy man provided much needed hope for the frustrated husband.

Basking in class and prestige, the wealthy man is enlisted to show the prudish wife the ways of the secret world of open relationships.
 

A Wealthy Victorian couple explores the boundaries of their marriage far beyond society's idea of the 'norm'

This scorching hot 20,000 word novel is part 1 of the 3 part series 'Hotwife In Victorian England and features a couple exploring the boundaries of their marriage at a time when open relationships was shunned in society.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Jan 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201772536

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

A Victorian England Wife Watching Romance Novel

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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.

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: The Law be Damned

Chapter Two: Incredible Beauty

Chapter Three: Not Up to Dick

Chapter Four: Lest Someone Should See

Chapter Five: An Old Acquaintance

Chapter Six: A Fine Pub

Chapter Seven: Prudish Wife

Chapter Eight: Invitation

Chapter Nine: Giving Over

Chapter Ten: Quite the Act

Chapter One: The Law be Damned

I’m a gentleman of high birth.  My father, the great Henry Hutchins, would die again if he knew that I represent a man of Mr. Rupert Crowley’s standing.  At eighty-one years of age, it’s quite the accomplishment for the street beggar to have survived so long.  Perhaps it has a great deal to do with the old man’s capacity to evoke sympathy from those who pass him in the street.  Then again, his manners are often ill-presented when he crosses those of greater standing than he.

Well, Mr. Hutchins?  Will this scoundrel pay the ten shillings he owes the court?  Judge Edward Downs peers at us from beneath his powdered wig. 

My lord, I begin as I look nervously from my client to him.  Mr. Crowley would like to petition your honour for another two weeks.

It has already been three, sir, the judge answers with a scowl on his face.  Should I raise the fine to double?

The old beggar beside me narrows his eyes and begins to speak before I can stop him.  You might as well hit me with a pound.  I have it as much as I have a single farthing to my name.

Hush, I say under my breath to Mr. Crowley.

How dare you address this court in such a way!  The judge looks down at the small man.  It would behoove you to remember who I am lest I should assign you to the whip as well!

Your Honour, I plead with him.  My client is four scores and a year.  He would not survive any lashing upon his feeble person.

Then silence that fool, Judge Downs bellows back at me.  It’s remarkable how loudly such a small man can transmit his voice when angry with someone like the man beside me.  The judge isn’t well known for being patient or compassionate, no matter the person before him.

He will not speak out of turn again, I promise as I look at Mr. Crowley sternly.  I can tell that my client would like to say something else, but even he appears to come to the understanding that he is close to having the skin torn from his back. 

Another two weeks is unacceptable, the judge says after a moment’s thought.  I will increase the fine by five shillings and require payment by the first of the month, Mr. Hutchins.  Will that be agreeable, or should I put this poor soul to the lash?  His dark eyes pierce me as Judge Downs stares at me.  I nod my head, realizing that the one week and a day that Mr. Crowley has been given is much better than the beating at the end of a whip.  However, another five shillings have been added to the cost and will need to be paid or he will find himself incarcerated for at least a month in the Southampton jail.

Thank you, my lord.  He will pay.

Agreed.  One way or another.  The judge brings down his gavel before rising to his feet along with the others in the courtroom.  He walks out and then I turn to look at Mr. Crowley.

Can you pay anything? I ask.

I did nothing, he complains.  She wouldn’t move and so she got what she got.  His weathered face turns into a scowl as he shakes his head.  Damned dame.

You know you should not have spat in her way, I retort.  She is a lady, not some common wash woman, Mr. Crowley.  There are laws to be considered.

Damn the laws, he spits as we walk out of the courtroom.  Damn that insufferable judge.

I take the old man by the arm and pull him close.  You should bite your tongue, Mr. Crowley.  We are still within earshot of those who might report to his Honour.

"His Honour?" he laughs.  I should have spat upon the floor while in the courtroom.  That would have shown him my thoughts better, aye?

Mr. Crowley.  I look hard at him.  Do you have any money at all?

He narrows his eyes.  Do I look like a banker to you, young master?  Of course I have nothing.  Not one penny.

I sigh.  You’ll die in that jail, I warn him.  Can you get it within the week?

Mr. Crowley shakes his head.  "I’m not of a mind to pay.  No, I think I’ll look that wigged bastard in the