Crave My Wife 5: Crave My Wife, #5

By Tinto Selvaggio

Joe and Rachel are newlyweds now but despite their best intentions the lure of the hotwife lifestyle lingers. He wants to focus on married life and his career but finds the fantasy of Rachel's unfaithfulness as a married woman even more intoxicating than before she took her vows.

Especially as her older lover and boss, Phil shows no intention of wanting to give Rachel up.

But when the bull's business associate, the dominant bisexual Richmond, starts to take a keen interest in the young couple too, Joe and his hotwife have big decisions to make.

And if all that wasn't enough, there's Rachel's neighbor Talbot. The twisted old man is getting ever closer to both Rachel and her mom and seeks to blackmail Joe with an outrageous demand.

Will the new husband be able to manage the attention of multiple men on his wife or will the couple's marriage and life together spin out of control before it's really even started?

This is a full-size c. 28k+ word novella story ebook of wife sharing sharing, hotwife erotica. An adventure, written mainly from the 'husband's' point of view, it contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including submission, voyeurism, cuckold humiliation, spanking, restraint, and rough sex. Only mature adults who won't find that offensive should read this

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tinto Selvaggio
• Release date: Nov 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223114291

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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Joe and Rachel are newlyweds now but despite their best intentions the lure of the hotwife lifestyle lingers. He wants to focus on married life and his career but finds the fantasy of Rachel's unfaithfulness as a married woman even more intoxicating than before she took her vows.

Especially as her older lover and boss, Phil shows no intention of wanting to give Rachel up.

But when the bull's business associate the dominant bisexual Richmond starts to take a keen interest in the young couple too, Joe and his hotwife have big decisions to make.

And if all that wasn't enough, there's Rachel's neighbor Talbot. The twisted old man is getting ever closer to both Rachel and her mom and seeks to blackmail Joe with an outrageous demand.

Will the new husband be able to manage the attention of multiple men on his wife or will the couple's marriage and life together spin out of control before it’s really even started?

This is a full-size c. 28k+ word novella story ebook of wife sharing, hotwife erotica. An adventure, written mainly from the ‘husband’s’ point of view, it contains explicit descriptions of sexual action and other activity including submission, voyeurism, cuckold humiliation, spanking, restraint, and rough sex. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

Chapter One

Joe

I still don’t feel a hundred percent after Thursday night, Eddie says above the music. He pulls off his yellow and blue silk paisley necktie and stuffs it in the trouser pocket of his rented suit. He rubs a hand around the back of his thick neck and then picks up his beer.

Yeah? Well least you didn’t puke your guts up at your bachelor party like the bridegroom here did, Billy, one of my other buddies taps the neck of his bottle of Coors against mine. The rest of the guys at the bar with us laugh and I do the same. Then my eyes move beyond them all to scan the function room filled with friends and family in all their finery.

At the moment I can’t see the girl I’ve been married to for only seven hours. But even the latest reminder of my failure to keep up with the drinking exploits of my buddies earlier in the week can’t dent the way I feel today. From the moment her Dad brought her to me in her white dress this afternoon all lingering memories of anything else that ever happened in this same lodge seemed almost irrelevant. Rachel’s my wife now.

You do know we’re all gonna be under pressure to get hitched now Joe’s done it, don’t you? Billy says to the group.

Tina’s always chewing my ear off about it, Eddie shakes his head, started as soon as we got our own apartment.

So where are you two going on honeymoon? one of the guys who couldn’t make the bachelor party asks.

We’re not, I say and despite the financial logic of the decision Rachel and I took, it still grieves me that I can’t give a girl like her everything she deserves. Not yet anyway. We want to save the cash, I say, so we can get our own apartment soon as possible. We went away earlier in the year, anyhow. So I’m back at work next Wednesday.

Bummer, one of the guys says.

Rachel’s working at an exhibition next Thursday and Friday, too I shrug but then consciously force the thought of that event out of my head.

Going be a bit tricky being a newlywed and living with your folks, isn’t it? Billy asks and he glances across to my Dad who’s talking with my brother and an Uncle, cramp the bedroom maneuvers a bit.

I laugh, but he’s right. And I don’t suppose Mom and Dad will be able to afford to go out much for a while after the wedding and leave us with the house to ourselves. They insisted on helping out Rachel’s folks and me with the cost of today.

We’ll still be able to use Rachel’s Mom and Dad’s place too sometimes if we need it, I say, she hasn’t moved all her gear into mine. I haven’t got the space for everything in my room.

Tell me about it, Eddie sighs, you want to see all the clothes Tina shoe-horned into our apartment when we moved in there. I have to use a tiny wardrobe in the spare room.

"So you and Eddie gigged here in this same room?" Billy asks me and looks over at the DJ.

A private party, Eddie answers for me and tells the others, some rich dude Rachel used to babysit for.

Despite my satisfaction with the way today has gone and my elation at marrying Rachel, the reminder of Phil from someone else’s lips flutters my gut.

He paid us a shitload, Eddie says, and we’ve had two more good private bookings so far on the back of it.

It was inevitable when Rachel and I decided to have the wedding here that there’d be plenty of reminders today of the last time we came. But I’m hoping the new memories we make today and tonight will override what happened before. That eventually, I won’t feel any emotion about that night with Phil. I’ll only recall the erotic aspect of it. That’s one reason I was OK with coming here again.

Hey Eddie, Billy yells over the sound of some cheesy old Motown track, Leo wasn’t at the bachelor party. Tell him that story you told the rest of us about what happened after you and Joe played here. When you went to his room next morning.

"Not that again," I roll my eyes at the impending tale of Phil being found in my room with Rachel. My face burns, but I’ve lied about the incident so many times now that it almost doesn’t even make me feel sick when it’s mentioned.

Almost.

I tune out the discussion and mentally focus on something else.

To ward off being intimidated by this place I had sex with Rachel early this evening. The new Mrs. Barlow and I had a quick session in our room in between the wedding dinner and tonight. And I’ve got more Viagra in case I need it later when we get back to the room. I want Rachel to have a night she won’t forget.

Interesting having an old school photographer for the evening do Joe, one of the guys says and Eddie has finished his tale of Phil in our room, that old dude with the vintage camera Rachel’s idea?

Fucking Talbot. The one downer on the whole night. My chest tightens.

"He’s not an official photographer, I glare across the room at the man in a crumpled, olive-green blazer with comb-over hair and conspicuous zoom-lens camera around his neck. He lives next door to Rachel’s Mom. Sophie only invited him tonight to make up the numbers when her sister’s husband got taken ill late and couldn’t come. And because Rachel felt fucking sorry for him."

Size of the camera though Eddie laughs, been taking pictures all night of anything that moves.

The creep wormed his way into an invitation. He asked my mother-in-law a week or two back if she thought it would be OK if he bought the ‘happy couple’ a wedding gift. And if he stood ‘the other side of the wall’ outside the hotel grounds to watch the open air wedding ceremony itself as he wasn’t on the official guest list.

‘Aw Joe, he’s known the family a lot of years,’ Rachel said to me when she told me her Mom suggested Talbot as a late substitution for tonight, ‘he’s watched me grow up and anyway, you’re always talking to him. I didn’t think you’d mind’.

Move closer in with your friends Joe, Talbot is directly in front of us now. He waves an arm and peers into the camera.

The other guys laugh but group around me, pulling ridiculous faces at the oversized lens. Talbot takes several photos and then waves again and mercifully moves off and away.

I’ve even done my best tonight to look on the bright side of having him here. At least I know what a pervert he is. I bet no-one else gives a second thought to the ‘harmless’ old man