My Wife Is a Slut: Hotwife Erotica, Book 2

By Eliot Waistlin

Owen is struggling to keep up with his sex-obsessed wife. Oil massages, role-playing and anal sex don't satisfy her need to fuck other people, and now she wants a threesome with her gorgeous friend Jackie! Owen worries this is only a gateway to Mia fucking other men, but can he say no? Things are always out of control when your wife is a slut! Hot, very explicit sex scenes. 18+ ONLY!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eliot Waistlin
• Release date: Jan 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005231156

Eliot Waistlin

Eliot Waistlin is a fiction-writing fool. He writes NSFW kinky erotica in a variety of genres, and insists that you read them all.

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Book Two

Hotwife Erotica

By Eliot Waistlin

Copyright, 2021, Eliot Waistlin. This is a work of fiction. These characters do not exist and are not intended to represent any real people. All these characters are 18+ years old. If you are reading this, you should also be 18+.

Cover photo by Alessio Cesario.

My Wife is a Slut: Book Two

Mia lay face-down on the bed, naked except for the white towel covering the round curve of her bottom. We had an extra-large towel spread across the bed so the massage oils wouldn’t ruin our sheets, and for added authentic spa atmosphere, I had burned some incense and put on a lo-fi music playlist. Her arms were folded, her cheek resting on her hands. I was wearing black boxer briefs so I wouldn’t get oil all over my clothes, and also because this wasn’t just a massage. I was going to fuck my wife in the ass.

I set the tray of massage oils and anal lube on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Okay, Mia, I said, speaking with an over-the-top Austrian accent. My name is Sven, and I’ll be massaging your body today.

Keep being Sven, but lose the accent, Mia replied. She sounded relaxed already. Hello, Sven. You can call me Mrs. Wyatt. I am a married woman, after all.

Very good, Mrs. Wyatt, I said, drizzling some oil on her upper back. And may I say, your husband is a very lucky man to be married to such a beautiful woman.

She sighed as I placed my hands on her and started to spread the oil across her skin. Yes, she said. I know he is.

I grinned and rubbed the oil up onto her shoulders, then gently began working. Her traps, the muscles that ran down the side of her neck and across the top of her shoulders, were strong and well-defined, and it was a pleasure to get my hands on and squeeze them, working my thumbs in. Mia was in the gym three or four times a week, doing cardio and weight