The Hotwife: Our Story

By Persephone Moore

A Hotwife, Male Chastity, Open Marriage Erotic Novella

When my husband convinced me that we needed to open our marriage because he wanted me to have sex with other men, I was skeptical at first. But after taking a couple of lovers I realized how wrong I had been. Restricting Jerry’s sex life and increasing mine was just what our marriage needed.

 

This is the story of me, my husband, and just a few of my lovers. To me, it isn’t shocking at all, but to others it might be the epitome of suburban debauchery…and that’s okay too.

 

 

 

WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLY

 

This novella was originally published in three separate parts under the titles: Our Lifestyle, Our Kink, and Our Lovers.

 

This is a 30,000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions. It focuses on cheating spouses, hotwifing, group sex, lesbian sex, male chastity, first-time sex, and sex between characters of disparate ages, along with descriptions of sexual kinks and other sexually explicit themes that not all members of the public will enjoy.

 

All characters are 18 or older.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Green Bush Publishing
• Release date: Sep 22, 2017

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The Hotwife:

Our Story

A Hotwife, Male Chastity, Open Marriage Erotic Novella

Persephone Moore

This is a work of fiction. All of the character, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

The Hotwife: Our Story

Copyright © 2017 Persephone Moore

All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher.

An Over the Moon Erotica Book

Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Other Works by Persephone Moore

Amber’s Competition

Anna’s Nurse

Centaur Lover

Claire’s Cuckold Denial

FULL

Kherli Walks In

Kiss of Iron

Lesbian Lactation

Melissa’s Decision

Milk Obsession

My Hotwife’s Secret Lover

Stealing My Husband’s Lover

Suburban Milk Maids

Wrong Romance

Contents

Part One

CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER TWO.

Part Two

CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER THREE.

Part Three

CHAPTER ONE.

CHAPTER TWO.

CHAPTER THREE.

CODA.

About the Author

Part One

CHAPTER ONE.

He was going to college in the fall, so he was fair fame. My husband encourages me to cheat on him because he gets off on it. Jerry has only two rules for me. First, I have to tell him about every guy I fuck. Second, it can’t be any of our close friends.

He never said anything about the boy down the street who mows our lawn. He didn’t say anything about fucking an eighteen year old boy.

Caleb lived a couple of streets over and has mowed our lawn and done some general yard work for the past four years. Jerry can’t be bothered to obsess over blades of grass, so he’s happy to let someone else do the work for him.

The same can be said of fucking his life.

Okay, no. That’s not fair. Jerry loves fucking me, but we don’t do it every night. We save it for special occasions. I get to have a lot more sex than Jerry and we’ve grown to love our special relationship.

I was a little worried about seducing Caleb, not that he wouldn’t want to fuck me. I wasn’t worried about that. Even in my mid-forties I was confident in my appearance and body. The concern came in with Caleb either blabbing to everyone he fucked the neighbor’s wife, or maybe he had some twisted ideal that sex was best saved for marriage. I had learned that marriage had little to nothing to do with sex.

Caleb was a smart kid, that I knew. Handsome in a slightly awkward way. He wasn’t an Adonis or a jock, but had the body of a trim young man. I decided to adopt the role of the older woman teaching him the ways of lust.

It was a hot day at the start of summer. I was home and Caleb was mowing the lawn. I was banking on teenaged boys always being horny. Once I heard the mower stop, I went on the back deck in a camisole and running shorts. Not slutty seductive, but athletically sexy. I had to keep my body in shape in one way or another and I used every exercise possible to prevent the spread of middle-aged complacency.

Anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Foley? he asked after he put the mower away.

Usually I had some minor gardening or some such for him. Today I wanted to say, Yes, take me to my bedroom and fuck me, but that seemed a little to forward. Instead, I sidled up to the subject.

Would you like something to drink? It’s awfully hot today. I glanced up at the sky. I had been outside long enough to just start to perspire. I hoped Caleb found that attractive. He was incredibly hot and sweaty, with beads dripping off his forehead and being absorbed into his t-shirt. I wanted to tell him to take his shirt off. His shorts were loose and I wondered what he was hiding inside of them. I decided to play a game and see if I could make him get hard and play spot to boner in his shorts.

Uh…sure.

I was positive his answer came about because I had a pitcher of iced tea sitting on the table next to me along with two glasses. The air was humid and I had used enough ice to make the pitcher’s exterior as sweaty as he was. I had considered dosing both with a shot of alcohol, but rejected that idea. Fucking an eighteen year old was perfectly fine and legal, but giving an eighteen year old alcohol was a crime. Go figure that.

I poured for both of us and wished there was bourbon mixed in with the iced tea to calm my nerves. You know, Caleb, I wouldn’t be offended if you took off your shirt while you worked. It’s awfully hot. I was repeating myself. I sounded like an idiot.

He laughed, but not at me. Yeah, but I’d get sunburned right away. Northern European genes. While Caleb wasn’t blond, or really a redhead, he was very fair with auburn hair. And a nice firm jawline that was sprinkled with fine whiskers that I wanted to kiss. I watched as he swallowed almost the entire contents of the glass in one gulp. I watched his prominent Adam’s apple go up and down. It was kind of sexy.

That’s too bad, I said. I love sunbathing. All French heritage. I tan up lovely. I smiled at him. I’d offer you a swim, but as you know, we don’t have a pool.

With a chuckle, he nodded his head. That’s okay. I’ll shower at home. It’s only a five-minute walk.

As I ran my hand up and down one of the thin spaghetti straps holding up my camisole, I said, You could shower here. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. When I met up with other men to have sex, I had flirted with them over Tinder or some other meet up app. The seduction with them was over; with this young man, it was just starting.

Caleb laughed uncomfortably. That’s okay, really Mrs. Foley.

I brushed the camisole strap off my shoulder. My top didn’t fall down. I have smallish tits, but no one has ever complained about them. Caleb was staring at my chest now. I wondered if the outline of my nipples were visible. I always thought that was sexy. Don’t call me Mrs. Foley. Call me Denise. And for a smart kid, you are missing something obvious, Caleb. I flicked my eyes down to his crotch. There was a very obvious sign of hard meat under his shorts. Either he knew I was coming on to him…or he was reacting like any eighteen year old boy in the presence of a reasonably attractive women. Either way worked for me.

Missing something? he asked. He voice had gone soft.

I’m trying to seduce you. Is it working? I pointedly looked at his crotch and he tried to shift out of the way.

Uh…yeah. But you’re just kidding around. I could see he was nervous. I liked that.

Slowly, I shook my head. No. I’m not. I’d love to take you to my bed. I kept my words subtle. Going to bed wasn’t nearly as threatening as telling him I wanted to fuck him.

You’re married, he said trying to wiggle out of the conversation.

My husband doesn’t care, so why should you? I didn’t want to go into my relationship with Jerry at the moment.

I’m hot and sweaty, he said, clearly looking for a way out of this.

I don’t mind, but that’s why I offered you a shower.

He shook his head. I probably shouldn’t, he said.

The word probably gave me hope. You don’t want to go to college a virgin, do you? I asked him. Or do you have a girlfriend?

He swallowed again. I knew his mouth was dry. I don’t have a girlfriend.

I stepped close to him, close enough to feel the heat of his body. Good. You don’t want to do it the first time with someone you love. You want to do it with someone you lust.

The pupils of his eyes were wide open. Caleb was tall enough that I had to go up on my toes to kiss him. His lips were soft and he kissed back with some uncertainty in what he was doing. I took became aggressive with my lips and tongue. He didn’t mind at all. Our bodies pressed together and I could smell his sweat, his musky scent, and feel the dampness of his body. It was hot and sexy and I knew we were going to have sex, even if he was reluctant or nervous now.

After a minute, our kiss broke. I was grateful for the tall privacy fence around the back of our property; the neighbors couldn’t see anything. I didn’t break out embrace entirely, but I moved my hand between us and cupped his hard cock through his shorts. I think you want to fuck me, I said.

Yeah… he agreed.

I turned around and walked toward the house holding his hand, leading the way. I was certain his eyes were on my ass. My husband always said