The Contract: A First Time HotWife Standalone Romance

By K.C. Ford

Desperation made her reach out. Desire made her do it.

One Last Chance...

Diana gave her husband the ultimatum to end all ultimatums. Sign the carefully crafted contract, submitting to her for ninety days, or sign the divorce papers she prepared.

Grant knew he'd dropped the ball in their relationship, but he loved his wife and vowed to do whatever it took to fix things between them. Even if it meant opening their relationship to someone new.

Brandon never thought his last client would change his life forever, giving him something he'd never had. Love and Family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katherine Ferguson
• Release date: Jul 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9781778029042

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Copyright 2023 by K.C. Ford

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction; the names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

PSA, while this book features elements of kink and BDSM, it is NOT a how-to manual. This is a work of erotic fiction, and everything written here should be treated as such. Always do your research and ALWAYS practice in a SAFE, SANE, and CONSENSUAL manner.

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All characters are fictional and consenting adults. You will find the following content elements in this story:

Told in third person, and Multiple POV

A marriage on the brink

It’s a tiny bit vindictive, but sometimes it’s necessary

Third party involvement

Older couple, Younger man

A sex worker leaving the industry, takes one last client

Profanity and lots of it

A Signed Contract of Consent

Explicit Sexual Scenes

Scenes involving MF, MFM, MMF, MM

Caging and Chastity

Minor C&B torture

Some humiliation and degradation

Orgasm denial

Cuckold/HotWifing

Some Bondage, BDSM, and Shibari

Breeding kink without pregnancy

Guaranteed HEA

If you find any of the above offensive, or not your cuppa, then this story isn’t for you. Otherwise, read on my kinky, open minded, sexy fantasy loving people!

The Contract was originally published as HotWife45 in KU. It has since been revised, edited, reformatted, packaged with a new cover, and over 10k more words added.

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Diana shut the door to her home office, locking herself inside despite knowing her husband wouldn’t interrupt. Grant left a half hour ago to meet his friends for their weekly round of golf. He wouldn’t be back for hours anyway. Most days, they did their best to stay out of each other’s way, which is far better than the alternative.

She’d agonized over what to do with the opportunity her best friend handed her two weeks ago. If she went through with it, without a doubt, the state of her marriage would change forever if not end. Either option seemed better than its current shambles.

Diana didn’t know if she’d go through with it or if it was even the right decision. Desperation drove her to take the chance.

On a Sunday, over wine with her best friend Mindy, Diana revealed the sad state of her marriage. Mindy didn’t look at her with sympathy when she finished unloading her pathetic story. No, she met Diana’s eyes with a calculating gaze. I know what you need. Then she grabbed her purse and pulled out a business card embossed with gold lettering. 

She reached out and clasped Diana’s free hand, sensing Diana prepared to turn tail and run. I got this from someone at work. And before you ask, no, I didn’t use his services, but they did.

His? Diana questioned while Mindy took a breath.

Mindy made an exasperated sound. Yes, his. Now, pay attention; I’m trying to help you out, she admonished, continuing the story. My colleague and their spouse encountered a similar situation to yours. She pressed the card into Diana’s hand and tapped it. She signed some NDA and couldn’t reveal the dirty deets, but lucky for me, I have one hell of an imagination and know how to do an in-depth search online.

Then Mindy explained everything she’d garnered about the man behind the card. Diana took what her friend told her at face value, but wondered if there was more to Mindy’s helpful insistence.

She looked down at the card in her hand. Despite its unremarkable appearance, Diana lost track of how many times she’d pulled it out, staring at it while contemplating the consequences of using it. Out of habit, she ran her finger over the raised letters of the website printed on the front.

The time for contemplation is over. Last night, Grant’s latest rebuff stung her deeply, and Diana decided it wouldn’t happen again….

She walked into their bedroom, fresh from a shower, but paused in the doorway while Grant scurried to adjust the blankets and shut off the tv; he accomplished one. Diana didn’t need to look at the O-face frozen on the television screen to know what this was or, in her case, wasn’t.

An icy condemnation filled her voice. You know, once upon a time, we’d do things like this, she gestured toward the tv, together. However, I can tell by the look of mortification on your face this is a solo gig. Guess I should’ve taken a longer shower.

Grant’s cheeks colored with unfulfilled arousal and embarrassment when he said, I wanted to let off some steam. No big deal.

Diana marched over to her side of the bed, angering her even more because she resembled a petulant child doing it. This rage built on his rejection and neglect, and she didn’t know how else to release it.

Diana clenched her hands at her sides, trying to get her rising anger under control.

No big deal? she shouted. Her voice sounded screechy even to her ears, which pissed her off more.

Diana cleared her throat to bring her volume down a notch or ten. It wouldn’t be a big deal in a normal healthy relationship, Grant. But that isn’t what we have anymore, is it? You have a choice of your hand or me, and lately, you choose your hand every damn time.

Diana, you get yourself off almost every day. Why can’t I do the same? His eyes widened right away. He knew how foolish such a statement was, and he knew he treaded on thin ice.

Diana remained silent, grabbing her pillow from the bed. The temptation to smother him became more difficult to resist. Since she didn’t want to go down for murder, she grabbed her e-reader from her nightstand instead.

She couldn’t resist glaring at her husband. Beyond done with this fucking bullshit. You’re right, Grant. I masturbate a-fucking-lot. Despite her inner voice screaming not to, Diana found her index finger pointing at him with the accusations of a thousand suns.

The difference between you and me is this; I’m doing it because I don’t have anyone fucking me these days. You’re doing it because you’d rather use your hand than fuck me for some bizarre reason. Her voice cracked, and tears burned the back of her eyes when she finished speaking, but she refused to cry in front of him. Not over this.

Diana held his gaze and opened the top drawer of her nightstand, grabbing her vibrator. She didn’t need to look to know where it was. Maybe it’s time I look for someone who desires and wants to have sex with me. She stacked the pink clit stimulator on top of her pile.

But don’t you worry, I’ll continue taking care of myself…. For now, she left unsaid. All the prior hurts Grant caused spurred Diana to throw a cheap shot on her way out the door. At least I know there’s a one-hundred percent chance I’m getting off.

Grant did nothing to stop her from leaving their bedroom, and her pain and stubbornness kept her sleeping in the spare room and attempting something she never thought she’d do.

Desperate enough to try anything now, she reached the end of her rope, and the time had come for action. Diana decided against using her laptop and picked up her phone instead.

She couldn’t remember the last date she and Grant went on, trying to recall the last time he’d kissed her or even held her hand. Desperate thoughts like these made Diana reach out to the man behind the card.

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When Diana entered the website address, an NDA appeared. After reading it, she added a digital signature to proceed. Well, Mindy’s right about that part.

It pleased her to see it protected the privacy of both parties, but it also meant if Mindy signed this, did she break the rules by telling her about it? Maybe Mindy read it and went no further. Diana would mention being careful about what she says, but admitting she used the card wasn’t something she wanted to disclose, even to her friend. For whatever reason, Diana wanted to keep what may or may not occur with the owner of this card private.

A questionnaire popped up next — a rather detailed and personal questionnaire. Starting with Diana’s date of birth, it spanned many questions, rating items from one to ten on whether they’re a hard no, willing to try, or a definite yes.

She didn’t want to overthink each answer; honesty with herself and the man who made these dark fantasies come true was vital to this succeeding. She based her answers on what each question made her feel, and Diana discovered there was a lot she’d be willing to do or try, finding herself drawn to the items