Yes, I Can Do This

By Laran Mithras

Tina can't believe her husband's fantasy is for her to be a hotwife. Happy it wasn't something else, she's eager to fulfill his desires. But trying to be one is a lot harder than she imagined. Coping with the change presents her challenges that seem insurmountable.

Taunted by a better-endowed neighbor, Tina wonders if she's woman enough to satisfy her husband. Her plan to embrace his hotwife fantasy immediately gets thrown off-track and life deals her a hand outside her neat little plan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laran Mithras
• Release date: Apr 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781386867609

Laran Mithras

I write sexy stories that skate along the edge of modern relationships. I don't like cliffhangers, endless chapters, or ongoing fighting and misunderstanding until the last page of the book. So, I don't write those in my books. Many authors think they're being edgy and have an alpha-male alien who's never heard of Earth running around saying, Jesus Christ! every two pages. Ridiculous. So, yeah, I don't do that, either. No religious expletives in my books.I write from the standpoint of realism. My heroes and heroines are normal people who make the extraordinary leap to sexual and emotional fulfillment. Most of my stories are HEAs and are designed to provoke a deeper thought about where we stand with our relationships.I don't live with two dogs or cats who rule my life; I have two pet rats. Yeah, really.Comments on stories or other questions can be directed to: [e-mail]. Connect with me on Facebook: Laran Mithras. Happy reading!

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Your husband wants to watch you be naughty. Ask him.

~ Unknown

CHAPTER 1

Tina Rina shook her head in negation at her husband. No, no, you can’t—

Gerald looked pale; he covered his mouth with his hand. I think...

She stared in stunned disbelief, sitting on the bed in her cute costume she had ordered just for the occasion. It's our anniversary— she said plaintively.

Her husband groaned and made a shaky dash for the bathroom.

Is he really sick? She puzzled over the last hour. Had the deep-fried shrimp he had eaten for their anniversary dinner really been undercooked? He had complained the insides were cold. The waiter had assured them it was all freshly cooked. Or is this some excuse? Does he want me?

Loud growls and groans came from the bathroom door. The retching sounds were unmistakable.

He sounds sick. Her insides melted in concern. But he's been distant these past several months. Says he loves me but we're doing it less. She looked down at her skimpy costume. It was a sexy business suit number meant to remind him of his work. She glanced at the bedroom door. His home office was right down the hall and so was his laptop. Is he faking this because he has some other woman?

But the retching sounds were pretty convincing.

She frowned, wanting to trust her husband, loving him and believing in him. She had given up wild ways five years before to marry him. But she hadn't been all that wild. She had played a lot, while keeping her legs closed. Parties, drinks, dirty dancing, handjobs, blowjobs... She looked at the bedroom door.

He was coughing in the bathroom. She heard several pants and then another heave.

Her mouth firmed. Won't hurt if I look while he's puking. She rose from the bed and scurried out the door. I'll find out who this other bitch is. It better not be Valerie.

Settling on his rolling stool, she opened the laptop and turned it on. Typing in his password, she was presented with a background image of a wax can. He worked as vice president of sales for the largest wax products manufacturer in the U.S. Their products were used on autos, motorcycles, even planes.

She opened his browser and immediately checked his email. A long list of already-read emails flashed down the screen. Work-related, apparently: some back and forth with Greg in the Testing Department; queries and updates amongst the other VPs; several responses to advanced queries by customers.

She spied one with the name of Cathy Sexton. She lifted an eyebrow, though her heart began to hammer. Sexton? Oh, really? Opening the email, she adjusted her glasses to see the crime in text right before her. Expecting some disgusting and breathless promises of sexual gratification from this Cathy to Gerald, she was instead met with a reminder that his quarterly estimate was due at the accounting office.

She blew out a breath. His bookmarks contained nothing unusual-looking. His history was a mass of auto-related links that would put her to sleep. Hmm, he could have been browsing anonymously.

Her shoulders slumped; she wasn't finding anything. This sucks. Some detective I am. Better not buy a fedora and trenchcoat. No toothpicks for me.

She closed out the browser. Frowning, she clicked the folder icon for the system and selected My Documents. Several folders popped into the new window. She scanned down the work folders seeing nothing. But at the bottom, she saw one labeled YUM.

The eyebrow lifted again and she straightened. What wax product is labeled yum? She clicked into it and was rewarded with a display of sub-folders, names immediately recognizable as porn. Ah ha! Are these pictures of your slut? Or is this where I discover you're into midget pissing porn?

However, they weren't. The first folder she picked was HW-XXX. Inside was a mass of porn pictures, and not of the same woman. What is this? Where's the bimbo you're sleeping with?

She clicked out and clicked another folder. More pictures of different women. Same with all the other folders she checked. She sighed. Porn shouldn't make him want me less, would it? Or is he satisfying himself with these instead of with me? Shouldn't these excite him to want me?

She went back to the first and opened it. She glanced at the door, but only a couple minutes had passed. If he was really sick, he would collapse in bed. She would check on him in a few more minutes. Adjusting her glasses, she opened the pictures with Picture Viewer. What kink are you into, dear? Chicks with dicks? Why am I afraid to look? Why do I feel I can't avoid this? Why am I arguing with myself when I can be looking?

Picture after picture held fairly the same content: a woman with some text – a caption. She ignored the captions and clicked through the pictures rapidly. Nothing really stood out except when she came to one different. A man's butt was in the camera, his balls pressed and ballooning against some woman's crotch.

Frowning in confusion, she read the caption wondering what was so different. It read: He sank deep into my wife and started cumming. I couldn't hold back and blew my own wad watching.

Tina sat up. Huh? She clicked out and restarted the photos from the first. This time, she read the caption: About your fantasy of me being with another man, would I get to pick the man?

The next picture she had previously dismissed was of a woman lifting her skirt and showing her pussy. The caption read, All right, when I come back from my date tonight, this is going to be filled with his cum. The next one was a woman touching herself. The caption was, Tell me again about your fantasy. Would the man fucking me have a big cock? Her breathing accelerated with anticipation as she clicked to the next. A woman with a wedding band on her finger was posing in a see-through dress. The caption was, Hotwives know how to entertain their husband's friends.

She realized she was sitting ramrod straight on the stool. She closed the viewer and clicked one more picture at the bottom of the folder. A woman with a wedding ring prominently displayed was sucking the head of some man's cock into her mouth. She was looking at the camera. The caption was, Nothing turns me on more than when my hotwife sucks on another man's cock.

Tina let out a small laugh of amazement. Are you kidding? Gerald? You? This? Does he think this of me? Or want it? Eyes wide with eagerness to absorb all she could, she checked more folders. Everything was related to hotwife. The last folder was labeled, VHW. She clicked into it and saw the video icons. Clicking one, she was greeted with a ten-second video of a married woman on the bed getting rammed from a muscular-looking man. The camera moved and she realized it wasn't staged. The camera shifted again, downwards this time, showing a length of erect cock. The man filming this is very turned on! She squirmed on the stool. The wife on the bed kept looking and