Five-Star Hotwife: Five-Star Hotwife, #1

By Rick Charles

Rick was at a low point in his life, dealing with a recent divorce and a failed career, when Ashley flew into his life and introduced him to a new lifestyle that opened many doors. This sexually explicit story walks the reader through the sexual missteps of one husband and how his misdeeds set Rick on a sexual adventure that lasted a lifetime. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rick Charles
• Release date: Apr 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215514764

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Chapter 1  

My Lucky Day

I WAS IN MY EARLY 30S, trying to get my life back in order after a failed marriage and career. I had been down on my luck for a couple of years, and my self-confidence waned. Lately, though, things had been turning around for me at work. I had been working at a high-end furniture store for about a year and found that I had a knack for sales. I found home furnishings easy to sell and quickly rose to the top of the monthly sales charts. Unlike many co-workers, I enjoyed meeting and spending time with my clients. I met a lot of people in sales, and I looked forward to going to work.

Most of my shoppers were women. Most of the buyers were their husbands. Most of my customers were quickly in and out with little personal conversation. Others would talk to me like we had known each other forever, and we would laugh and joke around in the store. For those customers, I would go the extra mile. If they were buying a room full of furniture or something complicated, I would offer to make a house call and bring samples to the house. When we delivered their new furniture, I would go out with the delivery team to ensure everything went as planned. I got to know a lot of friendly people that way. Many would ask me to stay after the delivery for lunch, dinner, and sometimes wine or cocktails. I stayed in touch with many of them long after the sale, and they were no longer customers. They had become friends. I even developed a few reliable golf buddies with some of the men.

Things were going well at work, but my sex life struggled. I was still heartbroken over my divorce from Paula, and I guess I wasn't looking to move on. I was still having sex several times a month, but it was with my Ex-wife, and it was almost always a late night, after the bars close, booty call.

Paula was a sexual dynamo! She was 5'2", 102 lbs with straight black hair, 34 C breasts, a tiny waist, a great ass, and perfect legs. Unfortunately, Paula was just as crazy as she was hot, ergo, why we divorced. She enjoyed dancing at the clubs and didn't have trouble finding a guy to bring home often. She must have been getting laid a little more often than me because I was always available when she called, but she wasn't always available when I called. She was the only one I had sex with since our separation. Occasionally, she would call me at work, and we would arrange a date after I got off work. I would stop and pick up beer or wine, order pizza, stay in, and watch TV. We always ended the night fucking like rabbits. She was very sexy, knew it, and wasn't bashful in the bedroom. I was making love to her, but at this point, she was just using me as a fuck toy until she had a date with a new guy, and then I wouldn't hear from her for a few weeks before she would pop back up on the radar.

The ladies at work all hated her. Some of it was probably jealousy because she was so hot, but most of it was because they could see how heartbroken I was and hated how she treated me. Nancy, the receptionist, would often intentionally not tell me she had called the store asking for me. The girls in the office and the designers on the sales floor were all my friends. They didn't know Paula aside from my stories and screening my phone calls, but they were all pushing me to move on and find someone else. I wasn't confident enough to finally admit it was over and move on.

This day was just another day at the store. It had been a few days, maybe a week, since I had last heard from Paula. I was at the front desk waiting for the next customer to walk through the door, and in walked a young lady wearing her Air Force uniform. She introduced herself as Ashley. She was in her early to mid-30s. From her uniform, I could tell she was an Airforce officer. She was tall, about 5'10". She had a thick body, not fat but not skinny, with small breasts and short dark hair. Her skin was like porcelain. Her collar-length, dark brown hair framed her pale-skinned face. She had deep brown eyes, two cutely freckled cheeks, and the small, upturned tip of her nose made her face look young and cute. She wasn't the kind of woman that would make your head turn and say wow, but she wasn't unattractive. She just wasn't what I would consider overly sexy. Looking back, I realize Air Force Blues could do that to any woman.

As we walked through the store, we discussed why she came into my store today. After an eighteen-month deployment overseas, she had been transferred to the local Air Force base and needed to furnish the whole house.

My lucky day, I thought, and we walked into the showroom. We looked at furniture, fabric, and rugs for the living room, the kitchen, her husband's office, and the master bedroom. The list kept going and going. After she had been there for a while, she began to loosen up, and we started to hit it off a little. She had a sense of humor like mine, and we laughed and teased each other more than we talked about furniture, and That's what she said. was thrown around at several appropriately inappropriate moments. Was she flirting with me, or was she just used to being around all guys on base?

Although we were having fun, I wanted to make some money. I was at work, after all, and my new Airforce officer was here to buy a lot of furniture. She shopped for a couple of hours and told me she would have to return later with her husband. She left without buying anything, and I felt like I had wasted a lot of time, but it was fun talking and flirting with another woman.

A few days passed, and alas, Ashley and her husband, Larry, came into the store. Once again dressed in her blues, Ashley introduced me to Larry, wearing jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt. His thinning dark hair had started to turn grey and looked wind-swept and unkept, unlike his wife, who looked like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. Ashley stood a good four inches taller than Larry, and he looked much smaller in overall stature than his tall, sturdy Air Force wife.

After brief introductions, I started taking them around the store to show Larry what Ashley and I had looked at earlier in the week. As we walked through the store, she walked like she was full of confidence, and he walked like a puppy following its master.

I spent several hours in the store with the two of them over the next few days, and by the third or fourth meeting, she and I had become very friendly to the point where I didn't question her flirtatiousness any longer, and Larry just followed us and laughed. We had come down to making final decisions, wood color, fabric selections, rugs, etc., and I suggested that we set up a house call for me to bring several samples to their home, so we scheduled an appointment for noon the next day. Larry stepped in and said, Yes, I think we should. I can be home by 11:30 tomorrow. Finally! I thought. I had spent a great deal of time with them, and they hadn't bought a thing yet.

Chapter 2

The House Call

THE NEXT DAY I DROVE to work and collected the samples I