Crave My Wife: Crave My Wife, #1

By Tinto Selvaggio

Some husbands never have their wife sharing fantasies fulfilled. Other couples stumble into the lifestyle before they even marry. Fewer still may be destined to journey all the way to the lair of the Wife Trader...

Part-time musician Joe's ex left him because of his frustrated wife sharing fantasies and his obsession in the bedroom. But the young guy learned a valuable lesson from it.

He now knows that not every woman can handle a relationship with a man who has needs like his. He understands that some sexual fantasies are best left unshared.

Now though, he's met Rachel. A beautiful young girl and the love of his life. And Joe's got dreams of making her his wife. But when a wealthy older couple offers Rachel a lucrative evening job as their babysitter and its obvious the man of the house is strongly attracted to her, Joe finds his deepest obsession resurfacing.

Should he take a chance and reveal what's in his head to the girl he intends to marry? And if he does, how will Rachel react? Could Joe even keep control of a situation that might quickly escalate? Especially when it's clear that the older alpha male and would-be cheating husband has a babysitter affair at the top of his personal agenda.

This is a full-size 29k+ word novella story ebook of girlfriend sharing, hotwife sharing erotica. An adventure, written from the 'husband's' point of view, it contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including submission, voyeurism, cuckold humiliation, and rough sex. Only mature adults who won't find that offensive should read this

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tinto Selvaggio
• Release date: Aug 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215001738

Tinto Selvaggio

I'm Tinto Selvaggio, author of erotic fiction. The focus (or should that be the "obsession"?) in my stories is firmly on the imbalance of power in relationships. Whether that be the cuckold with their wives and bulls, dominant females and their submissive males or compliant females with their masters and mistresses. Much of the humiliation and BDSM I write about comes from my own sometimes bitter-sweet experience, but of course there's also plenty of my rather twisted imagination thrown in for good measure. If you like what you read or have an idea for something else, I can be reached at via Twitter @TintoSelvaggio Oh, and if you enjoy my stories please cast your vote for them, it's the greatest feeling for any indie author.

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Some husbands never have their wife sharing fantasies fulfilled. Others couples stumble into the lifestyle before they even marry. Fewer still may be destined to journey all the way to the lair of the Wife Trader...

Part-time musician Joe's ex left him because of his frustrated wife sharing fantasies and his obsession in the bedroom. But the young guy learned a valuable lesson from it.

He now knows that not every woman can handle a relationship with a man who has needs like his. He understands that some sexual fantasies are best left unshared.

Now though, he's met Rachel. A beautiful young girl and the love of his life. And Joe's got dreams of making her his wife. But when a wealthy older couple offers Rachel a lucrative evening job as their babysitter and its obvious the man of the house is strongly attracted to her, Joe finds his deepest obsession resurfacing.

Should he take a chance and reveal what's in his head to the girl he intends to marry? And if he does, how will Rachel react? Could Joe even keep control of a situation that might quickly escalate? Especially when it's clear that the older alpha male and would-be cheating husband has a babysitter affair at the top of his personal agenda.

This is a full-size 29k+ word novella story ebook of girlfriend sharing, hotwife sharing erotica. An adventure, written from the ‘husband’s’ point of view, it contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including submission, voyeurism, cuckold humiliation, and rough sex. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

Chapter One

Joe

I finally find a space on the street in between a silver SUV and one of the road worker’s trucks and I squeeze my Honda in. I’m parked near the church. In the shade of a cherry tree the other side of the street from the kid’s nursery where Rachel works. She’ll have to cross over to get to my car. But there’s nothing I can do about that. Friday early evenings here are busy, even without the road repairs.

I undo my top button and loosen my tie, glance at the truck parked in front of me. A couple of shirtless workmen inside on their phones. They look like they’ve finished for the day. Thank God it’s the weekend. The weather’s hot and sticky and new owners at my firm have made it a tough week. But my girlfriend’s parents are going out tonight. And we both know what that means.

I pull my phone from my pocket, scroll to her name, and message her.

‘Outside. Across street near church. x ‘

I scan through my emails while I wait for her to appear. I’m horny already in advance of tonight.

Then, it could be something about the proud, slow way she walks or maybe just the shape of her, but she must catch my eye because I look up and Rachel is on the sidewalk opposite.

She smiles over at me, sweeps long, golden-brown hair around one side of her head, and starts to cross the street. Even in a flamingo-pink, V-necked childcare tunic, my girl still looks hotter than a lot of women do when they’re dressed up to party.

I settle back in my seat to watch and enjoy her coming to me. The two guys in the truck have seen her too.

But Rachel getting openly checked-out doesn’t piss me off. Not when I’m in a mood like this one tonight. Not when any jealousy is twisted into something else and when I don’t even know the guys who are looking at her. These kinds of feelings though, they’ve landed me in trouble in the past.

Hi, she says when she gets in and smoldering, gray-blue eyes meet my gaze. I lean across to kiss her luscious rosebud lips.

You smell good, I say and inhale a faded floral hint of the Calvin Klein perfume I bought her for Valentine’s. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. And to tonight at yours, I grin at her and start the engine.

I need to speak to you about tonight, she reaches an arm across the center console to my thigh.

The sensitive nerve endings there tingle at her touch. Nearly a year together and still this girl only has to lay her slender fingers on me and I get a hard-on.

You didn’t arrange to go out with the girls did you? My stomach slackens a little. Disappointment tinged with insecurity. Still sometimes I can’t believe she’s mine. I check the rearview mirror and pull the car out. The guys in the pickup truck watch us drive by.

Of course not, she says and laughs but my relief is short-lived. I got offered a babysitting job, those eyes look across at me again.

Babysitting? Tonight? I thought we were staying in at yours while your Mom and Dad were out?

The money’s good and I could put it towards the holiday, she says.

I can’t deny that any extra cash for our first vacation together would come in useful. Rachel’s too young to earn much and I’m not fully back on my feet after the split from my ex-fiancée. But shit, I wanted that extended time in her bed tonight without her folks around.

Babysitting for who? I ask.

Little Daniel’s Mom, Marion. They just moved into the area. They live in one of those big houses on the new development not far from my Mom’s. She does some high powered job in the city. She’s real nice though. They got let down by the first-time babysitter they booked. She asked me if I knew of anyone else, Rachel shrugs her shoulders and her cleavage swells in the tunic.

And you offered to do it?

No, she says and rolls her eyes, I said I didn’t know of anyone. But she was desperate and all stressed out. She said she was sure I’d be great at it if I wanted to do it. Said her little Daniel loves me. He’s real sweet, Joe.

Sounds like that’s that then.

What time are your Mom and Dad going out? I ask after driving a couple of more minutes. Maybe I’ll still be able to get her into in her bed without her Mom and Dad being around before she has to go to babysit.

I know what you’re thinking, a sly smile spreads over her face and she squeezes my thigh, you don’t have to worry though. Marion said I could bring my boyfriend if I have one. And I guess you fit the bill.

I can’t pretend to be enthusiastic about the company of some little kid I’ve never met before running around us most of the night, but at least I’ll be with her. And we should still get the opportunity to do it. On the way home from there, if not before.

A couple of minutes later, when we pull into Rachel’s estate and then her street, her Mom is on their driveway lifting bags of grocery shopping from the trunk of her Ford.

I’ve never at all been into older women, but it’s clear where Rachel gets her looks from. Sophie Machin is still attractive even though she must be in her forties. She’s like an older, heavier version of Rachel. Same long legs and round shape to her butt in jeans.

Hi Joe, she says over her shoulder and I grab a couple of her shopping bags for her.

Creep, Rachel whispers and squeezes my ass.

What time do you want me to come back and pick you up? I say when I’ve put the bags on the laminated worktop near the hob in their small, galley kitchen.

Seven? she says helping her Mom unpack the shopping, Why don’t you walk around so you can have a drink while we’re there? It’s only about a quarter of an hour to Marion’s from here.

Later, when we arrive outside the woman’s house, it’s clear that Rachel wasn’t exaggerating about the size of these buildings on the new development. I’ve only ever passed by the entrance to this exclusive estate in the car before and close up, on foot, this woman’s two-storey home is enormous. Classy, pale yellow brickwork, huge, imposing arched windows and two garages. And more impressive still, on a driveway as wide as the street I live on, two BMW’s. Two of them.

That’s an M850i, I nod at the larger car, a gleaming blue model. One of those must cost over a hundred