Hotwife Forbidden Adultery - A Victorian England Wife Watching Romance Novel: Hotwife In Victorian England, #2

By Karly Violet

Infidelity And Wife Swapping In 1870's England

Beautiful Hotwife Emma has headed off seeking her old beau, someone with who she held a special connection with many years ago - Michael.

James Hutchins starts searching for his wife Emma, desperate to bring her back.

James and Emma's wealth far extends that of their peers but Emma wants more. Something that is strictly forbidden in society.

An extra marital affair!

Stunning Emma struggles to comprehend that Michael has moved on and is now married to another woman, Jenny.

Yet despite this, Emma is determined to explore intimacy with another man.

At a time when wife swapping and swinging was unheard of……..
 

James and Emma explore their bodies with another married couple in secrecy!

This scorching hot 20,000 word novel is part 2 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: Mar 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201113964

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Hotwife Forbidden Adultery - 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: Dublin

Chapter Two: Tenderfoot

Chapter Three: No Tenderfoot

Chapter Four: A Tall Man

Chapter Five: A Surprised Woman

Chapter Six: A Strained Relationship

Chapter Seven: An Uncommon Approach

Chapter Eight: An Elder’s Experience

Chapter Nine: Giving In

Chapter Ten: An Irish Rose

Chapter One: Dublin

It has been some time since I last laid eyes upon the estate from whence my lovely Emma came to me.  Far too long, I’m certain, if I were to have the opportunity to query my wife.  She has missed her parents in the years since we two became one before a priest in Dublin.  It was upon the insistence of her parents that it be so, and so it was.  I, a ritualistically non practicing sort in the Church of England married a lovely young Catholic lass from Ireland.  My father wasn’t pleased about the arrangements, but then again he often scolded me for my decisions.  I wonder what he would say now as the carriage that carries me comes to a stop before the door of the large manor.

Sir, a young man smartly dressed says as he opens my door.  I nod and step out onto the running board before taking another step onto the stone drive. 

Good morn, Mr. Hutchins, another man says in a thick Irish accent as he approaches me.  I trust ya travels were fair?

Quite fair, I reply while nodding my head and smiling.  Clodagh is the butler of the house and English-trained if I recall correctly.  Any house of high standing would require the services of a man trained in London.  It has been years since I last laid eyes upon him.

This way, sir.  He turns and I follow him into the large house, the smell of fresh lilies wafting through my nose in the early morning breeze.  Clodagh turns slightly as I follow him and says quietly, The lady is not so pleased, sir.  Mind yer tongue, aye?

Aye, I reply with a chuckle.  Emma’s mother, Margaret, is likely not very happy that I have come to see them without my wife upon my arm.  I sent word just last evening of my arrival and received only a simple, terse response through the messenger boy that was likely full of expletives in Gaelic.  When I asked him to translate, he simply smiled and walked away. 

Lady Collins, Clodagh says as he enters a large parlor and bows slightly.  Mr. Hutchins of Southampton to see you. 

Margaret’s back is to the both of us.  She simply raises a hand and the butler again bows slightly before turning and facing me.  He allows a slight smile before walking past me to the doorway, closing the door behind him as he leaves.  Bumps arise along the back of my neck as I realize that I am alone with the lady of the house.

James, she breathes out before she turns to look at me.  Where is my daughter?  Her steely blue eyes look hard at me. 

I look away momentarily, her gaze sharp and painful.  I’ve never much enjoyed being the object of Margaret’s attention, even as I courted her daughter just six years earlier.  Emma and I had met by chance, while she was with her father on a business trip in London.  I fell for her immediately and I truly believed the feelings were utterly mutual, though at first my future wife would not admit as much.  The only child of Mr. and Mrs. Collins, Emma was a precious jewel to them.  One I quickly snatched up for myself, carrying her back to England where only letters between them could offer any solace for the loss.

Margaret, I am searching for her as we speak.  Emma came back to Dublin to see some friends, I believe.

Friends?  The woman shakes her head.  And not her mother?  I think not.  Margaret is a beautiful woman.  It would be foolish to say that some part of me would not want to slide into her as my cock becomes slightly engorged.  Just sixteen years Emma’s senior, the lady of the house still has the physique of a stunning creation.

I assure you, Emma is safe and visiting her friends.  I too had thought she might come by this way, but from your reaction, I can see this has not been the case.

Not the case.  Margaret’s eyebrows raise.  And you have lost your wife.

"Not lost," I immediately say to her.  I’m not certain...

"You know that you have kept her away for far too long?  Far too long for