My Wife Is a Slut: Book 4 - Hotwife Erotica

By Eliot Waistlin

Owen's wife Mia keeps pressuring him to allow her to have sex with other men, and it's driving Owen crazy. She'll do anything to please him, and he wants to keep her happy, but her slutty urges are getting stronger and stronger. Owen decides it's time to let her indulge herself, but will he be able to handle it? Can he stand watching another man touch his wife? Red-hot slut-wife action! 18+ ONLY!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eliot Waistlin
• Release date: Jan 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005804305

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 Four

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 KoolShooters.

My Wife is a Slut: Book Four

The apartment was dim and quiet when I got home from work. I figured Mia must be out, so I went into the kitchen and got down a glass, dropped in three ice cubes and poured a slug of Crown Royal. What a goddamn day.

I heard Mia before I saw her. She didn’t speak. Instead, I heard the unmistakable sound of a chain being pulled tight. It wasn’t a heavy sound, like Jacob Marley rattling his chains and telling me I would be visited by three ghosts, but a higher-pitched sound, like the silver chain attached to the BDSM collar that Mia sometimes wore around her neck when she was feeling a special kind of kinky.

Hey, baby, came her voice from the darkness in the living room. How was work?

I flicked on the light. Mia was there on the couch, waiting for me, all dressed up like she had something special in mind. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a topknot ponytail, and her eyes were heavily-made up with winged dark shadows, the way she does them when she wants to look like a glamorous whore. She was topless, except for the leather collar around her neck and black strips of electrical tape making Xs across her nipples. She was wearing her shiny grey leggings and stiletto heels, leaning back on the couch with her legs crossed high. The silver chain that dangled from the collar was wrapped around her finger.

Work was a lot less interesting than what’s happening here, I said. Did you get all dressed up just for me?

Mia got up and strolled across the living room toward me, sensually swinging her hips as she walked. "You’ve been a good boy lately, so