Swingers House Party: A Wife Watching Multiple Partner Hotwife Romance Novel

By Karly Violet

Married couple stumbles into a swingers party!

The weekend getaway was much needed for the happily married couple.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karly Violet
• Release date: Aug 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005914042

Karly Violet

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Swingers House Party

A Wife Watching Multiple Partner Hotwife Romance Novel

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Individuals on the cover are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.

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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Chapter One: A Long, Stormy Night

Fuck me! I shake my head as I try starting the engine again. Dammit!

Calm down, sweetheart, Sandra says as she reaches over and puts a hand on my shoulder. Getting so angry won’t help us right now.

I continue to steam as I look at the gauges on the dashboard in front of me. I don’t get it. It has gas in it and the battery works. What the fuck has happened to the damned car? Rain falls hard outside as I turn the key again. The engine sputters, but doesn’t roar to life as I am hoping that it would.

We should have stopped earlier today when it began to run a little rough, Blake. There were a few places we could have stopped to have it looked at.

I turn and glare at my wife. I get it, Sandy. It’s all my fault. I should have stopped and had it looked at a couple of hundred miles back. Fucking hell. Turning my attention back to the dashboard, I think about when I took the car in just a few days ago to have it looked over by our mechanic. At just twelve thousand miles, our Volvo shouldn’t be having these sorts of issues. The mechanic even told us that it was in prime condition and that we shouldn’t have any problem getting to Montana. I wish he was here right now.

Who?

That fucking mechanic, I spew. I’d slap the shit out of him in the middle of that muddy ditch.

Slap? My wife giggles. You’d slap the shit out of him? Sandra covers her mouth as she tries to hide her grin.

Shut up, I say while trying to keep from laughing along with her.

We are on vacation now and had hoped to see the Rocky Mountains in Montana by tomorrow. Instead of flying from Tennessee, we decided to make a road trip of it and drive.

For the last two years, we have grown our fitness center into something to be very proud of. I started out as a fitness trainer at a small gym and met Sandra several years ago when I had her as a client. We’re married now, and own our business together. We have left it in our manager’s capable hands and have no concerns over what will happen while we’re gone. Unfortunately, our concerns tonight center around the fact that we are broken down in western Nebraska on a late Friday night with few prospects of finding a hotel around here.

We probably need to get out and look for someone to help us, she tells me. The cell service here is pretty much nonexistent. Sandra looks at her phone and frowns. How can they not have a tower around here somewhere?

It’s western Nebraska, I reply. Just farms and ranches out here. They still have landlines in this part of the country for their main telephone lines.

She shakes her head. Yeah, I guess you’re right. It makes it difficult for someone like us to call for a tow truck, though. Sandra grimaces as she looks outside. The rain is a little lighter now, but I don’t think it’s going to completely go away. My wife reaches toward the back seat and quickly produces an umbrella. We’ll have to walk down the road and see if we can find a house.

I don’t know that doing something like that is such a great idea, I tell her. We don’t know this area at all and it’s almost ten o’clock in the evening. We could get hit by a car.

Sandra shakes her head. What car? We’ve been here for nearly an hour and no one has come through. Her blue eyes focus hard on me as my wife brushes some of her blonde hair away from her face. It was my idea to take this separate route to avoid some of the traffic that our GPS said was on the main highway. I thought it would be nice to drive through some of the countryside and see things the way many of the locals see them. Unfortunately, the locals stop using the roads by about eight o’clock at night.

Alright. I’ll go, but you should stay here, I reach for my umbrella as well.

No, Blake. Don’t pull that crap with me. You know that I don’t like to be put to the side like some little wifey who can’t defend herself. I’m going with you. Sandra isn’t the sort