Slutwife Wants a Woman

By Honey Puddle

Alicia has a crush on her and her husband's new neighbor...Mariana.

Alicia's fantasies are turbo charged as she imagines the South American beauty touching her in ways that she's hesitant to admit to her steadfast husband. An invitation for a weekend at the beach with Mariana is one that Alicia can't resist, and soon she and her husband are driving out of the city and toward a new chapter of their marriage! When Mariana ties Alicia up, Alicia is surprised but very, very excited!

The sun isn't the only thing sizzling when Alicia and Mariana are in their bikinis and playing on the beach!

This is a 5K word story, with scorching FFM interracial menage, light bondage, and a first-time hotwife that loves all of it! Are you ready for a lusty getaway?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Box Press
• Release date: Dec 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005091842

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Slutwife Wants a Woman: A Lesbian Hotwife Fantasy

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Slutwife Wants a Woman

By Honey Puddle

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Published by Pink Box Press

Originally released as Stolen Glances by Chloe Martin.

I’ve never admitted it to anyone, but I have a massive crush on the woman that’s moved into the condo next to my husband and me. She’s funny, flirtatious, and has the most beautiful long, wavy dark hair that I’ve ever seen. We assume she’s from South America, but her accent is vague enough that we’re not sure. Each time she avoids saying which country she’s from, Timothy and I make up wild stories about why she won’t reveal this piece of information. Is she part of a political family that was run out of the country? Is she a criminal? Is she famous and we simply don’t know? Is the name she’s given us really her real name?

In my dreams, I fantasize that she’s attracted to me, that she corners me after dinner one evening, urging me into the food pantry and kissing me with her full, delectable lips. Her skin is a creamy shade of cinnamon and she unexpectedly has a sprinkling of freckles across her arms, and I’ve longed to explore her body and count the number of freckles she has. I swear that she’s glanced at me slightly too long sometimes, but I know that I’m certainly projecting my own desires onto