Crave My Wife 2: Crave My Wife, #2

By Tinto Selvaggio

Once the young woman you love has been shared with an experienced older man, can she ever be the same again? Can you?

 

Part-time musician Joe is painfully aware that he hadn't fully prepared for the fall-out of encouraging Rachel to sleep with another man. Her betrayal initially devastated Joe. It's left him insecure in the bedroom with the girl he wants to marry.

 

So when the alpha male concerned makes it clear he isn't finished with Joe's girl and Rachel herself admits how much she enjoyed the extra attention, then surely Joe has to keep them apart? Especially because the other man is more successful, better-looking than Joe, and more able to stir and satisfy Rachel's submissive yearnings.

 

But as Joe finds out, the intensity and thrill of having a 'hotwife' and wife sharing don't necessarily lead to logical choices. It can be dangerously addictive. Sometimes far harder to give up than it ever was to start.

 

Can he and Rachel put the babysitter affair with Phil behind them and move on to a new life together? Or will the lure of a dominant bull and boss with all he has to offer prove irresistible?

 

This is a full-size 24k+ 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, spanking, and rough sex. Only mature adults who won't find that offensive should read this.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tinto Selvaggio
• Release date: Aug 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223385912

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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Once the young woman you love has been shared with an experienced older man, can she ever be the same again? Can you?

Part-time musician Joe is painfully aware that he hadn’t fully prepared for the fall-out of encouraging Rachel to sleep with another man.

Her betrayal initially devastated Joe. It's left him insecure in the bedroom with the girl he wants to marry.

So when the alpha male concerned makes it clear he isn’t finished with Joe’s girl and Rachel herself admits how much she enjoyed the extra attention, then surely Joe has to keep them apart? Especially because the other man is more successful, better-looking than Joe, and more able to stir and satisfy Rachel's submissive yearnings.

But as Joe finds out, the intensity and thrill of having a ‘hotwife’ and wife sharing don’t necessarily lead to logical choices. It can be dangerously addictive. Sometimes far harder to give up than it ever was to start.

Can he and Rachel put the babysitter affair with Phil behind them and move on to a new life together? Or will the lure of a dominant bull and boss with all he has to offer prove irresistible?

This is a full-size 24k+ 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, spanking and rough sex. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

Chapter One

Joe

The DJ with the motor-mouth slows the music right down. Not that a mere reduction in the tempo of a kick drum is going to stop Rachel from having a good time. Or my bandmate’s girlfriend Tina. They’re still both out there on the dance floor together. The pair of them bathed in flashing purple and yellow lights while I pack my guitar into its case after tonight’s gig.

I don’t think the girls have spotted them, but a few feet away from them are two big guys with beers who are watching their every move. The men take turns to yell into one another’s ears. They look our girls up and down and smirk at each other.

I’ve got that queasy, protective feeling in my gut. I glance across the small stage to Eddie. He’s deep in conversation with the venue manager. I tug the lead from the back of my microphone, coil it around my left arm ready to pack, and then peer back over to Rachel.

She’s wearing a clingy, black off-the-shoulder dress and heels. She looks seriously hot. Less rock chic, more pretty, party girl with her mane of golden brown hair, those curves, and legs.

The two guys are looking at her butt. My jaw clenches. How much tougher is jealousy to deal with when you’re burning with frustration too?

Maybe tonight though it will be different. It needs to be.

I pull the mic from the stand and press it into the foam indent of the carrying case. Try not to weigh my emotions down with expectations about later tonight. Maybe everything will be back to normal with Rachel and it will all happen naturally.

Look, it was a good gig. We went down well. I’d half expected ‘him’ to rock up here tonight and ruin it. After all, he knows the manager. He got me and Eddie the booking in the first place. That prospect - seeing him again, it’s had me on edge. But there’s been no sign of him.

Rachel hasn’t babysat since what happened. Neither of us felt she could. Last weekend she told Marion she wasn’t feeling well enough. This weekend she lied and said there was a family event she couldn’t get out of last night and then the gig tonight.

The manager gave us three more dates for this year, Eddie says and shows me his phone, I’ll send them over to you.

Cool. I’ve had a couple of people come over to me while I’ve been packing up to tell us how good we sounded.

He asked me whether we’d ever thought of getting a real drummer though instead of using the drum machine, Eddie says, thinks it’d make us even better.

Not that again. Eddie’s been pushing the change to a real drummer for a while. The theory might be fine, especially for our ‘rockier’ numbers, but a drum kit takes up a lot of space in smaller venues. And the gig fees would get split three ways instead of two. At the moment, until I get my finances straight again, I need that extra cash.

Maybe we should put up an ad for a drummer, see who applies. Audition a few. Just see how it feels? Eddie shrugs.

We’d need a bigger place to rehearse, I shake my head, take longer for three of us to learn the songs and to set-up all the gear every time we play. Plus a full drum kit would stop us playing some existing venues. And then there’s the money side too.

Behind Eddie, the two guys who were only watching Rachel and Tina have now made their move.

The one focused on Tina looks a good dancer. The other, a bigger, fair-haired guy, faces Rachel. Does no more than shuffle his feet. He’s talking to her though. Looks relaxed about it too. Touches her bare shoulder. She laughs and my throat constricts. Resentment and worse frustration.

Why can’t I ‘take’ her properly? Like every man does his woman. Like that guy in front of her would undoubtedly do if given half the chance. Because since that night on her Mom’s bathroom floor after I’d found her in bed with Phil I haven’t been able to do it. Every passing night only infects me further with the reality of what she let Phil do. So that now, even the thought of me and her staying over at Eddie’s because his folks are away, it fills me with dread.

Eddie places his Ibanez carefully away in its case. The girls have turned their backs on their admirers and I glance away too. Focus on tugging the cover over my amp.

Three times I’ve tried to have sex with Rachel since that Wednesday. Three times I’ve failed. Even three attempts are woefully few compared to what she and I used to be like. But the truth is, over the last couple of days, I’ve avoided even trying. I don’t want to face not being able to get a hard-on properly for her again.

Back at Eddie’s later and in his unlit living room, I take my time with a beer. Rachel curls up barefoot on top of me in the same large armchair. The heat and softness of her body, the scent of her, all remind me of what I miss and what I somehow need to find a way to do again. How can I expect a girl like her to put up with this?

And yet here I am, claiming I need to ‘wind-down more’ post-gig, but in reality simply delaying the moment when I have to take her to bed. Postponing