Lawyer's Lusty Trophy Hotwife

By Thomas Roberts

Marvin's working too much. His much younger wife, Angela, is fed up and needy. Their marriage is in trouble until the night Marvin confesses his lifelong obsession about being married to a hotwife. Her doubts are put aside when he suggests she take a lover. Soon one particular man begins to dominate her life. Can Marvin manage to save his marriage?

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Later, I met Marvin for a quick lunch at a deli across from his office. I asked him to check my right ankle as he wolfed down a corn beef sandwich. My husband quickly looked down at my leg while chewing his last bite, but his jaws stopped moving when he saw what was there.

“I don’t want to break one of your rules, so I have to tell you that the sales lady came on to me.” I found myself biting my lower lip while waiting for Marvin’s reaction. “We didn’t talk about women, so I don’t know if I broke your hotwife rules.”

Marvin’s kiss was hotter than ever, except for the taste of Corn Beef.

“Honey,” I said. “I’m so turned on right now that I’ll agree to anything for you.”

“Go find a man,” he said. By this time, a group of boys were watching us. I didn’t know how much they’d heard. I tried to get my husband’s attention, but he kissed me as he said he had to return to work.

I was sitting alone by the window in the deli after he left when a tall, strong-looking young man walked toward me and sat down in Marvin’s chair. He was followed closely by four or five other guys.

“I heard you need a man,” he said. His face was a mask of arrogance and excitement.

“How old are you?” I asked him, trying to act as if I didn’t really care how old he was.

“About nine inches,” he answered.

I was surprised by his answer, and my eyes involuntarily swung downward. A thick snake ran down his shorts, ending just short of the leg hole. I felt my mouth water, but I wasn’t sure about this guy. I tried to say something, but my mouth wasn’t working right.

He moved closer until the head of whatever was in his shorts was touching my bare thigh. “I’ll treat you right.” I moved my leg away from him.

“What about all your friends?”

“Don’t worry about them; I’ll tell ‘em to get lost.”

I stood and collected my bag; he had a hopeful look on his face. “I have to go,” I said, moving toward the door. I had to walk around him, and he caught my arm. I didn’t try to get loose; I only looked down at my arm, wondering what he planned to do. What he did was rub that thing along the back of my hand. I could feel it harden against me.

Then Dale, the manager, came over and offered to drive me home. I told him I’d driven and that I’d be okay, but I thanked him for his kind offer.

“Good,” the kid said. “You can give me a ride.”

I noticed how big he was, at least a head taller than me, and his body was shaped like a capital V. He turned my hand around to rub against my palm. I felt the skin moving over a large head, sending me a thrill.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 20, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215552100

Thomas Roberts

I’ve always been a reader. Even as a young man, I challenged myself to finish every book I started—a challenge that accidentally included some dense material. But the rewards were worth it.It wasn’t until I discovered a Penthouse magazine “Call Me Madam” column by Xaviera Hollander that my eyes were opened to a life style called “Hotwife.” The letter was written by a man who enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other men—I’d found what I’d been looking for.Later I discovered books by some incredible authors published on the internet, and what had been an interest became an obsession. One of those books was so good, I had to stop reading every page or two to give my heart a rest. The hook was in; I had to write my own thoughts and experiences.I’ve been fortunate to be in enough real-life situations to know what it’s like to enjoy the pain, jealousy, and sexual excitement having a real “hotwife” can bring. Hopefully, those experiences add some realism to my stories.At first I wrote short stories, some of them pretty bad, for sites such as Literotica and Alt.Sex.Stories. Some twenty or so short stories later, I decided to write longer, more polished versions in novella form.I’ve been gratified by the number of readers who have bought my books, and enjoy the same blend of stomach-turning fear mixed with outrageous erotic pleasure a hotwife lifestyle can bring.I hope you enjoy my books; I’m always happy to hear from my readers.

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Lawyer’s Lusty Trophy Hotwife

Written by Thomas Roberts

THIS BOOK IS AN EROTIC WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is accidental and pretty damned amazing.

THIS WORK IS NOT FOR ANY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER, DEPENDING ON YOUR STATE OR COUNTRY.

The hotwife genre appeals to me. These are the books I like to read and the stories I want to tell, so thank you to those who read my books.

CONSIDER THIS A TRIGGER WARNING: There is sex in this book, and lots of it. If reading about people having sex with others to whom they are not married offends you, please don’t read any further. If lesbian sex is objectionable to you, please do not buy this book. Close this page and step away from your computer. There is nothing for you to see here.

But this is it if you are looking for a fun and dirty read.

Chapter 1

Marvin

When I got home, I dropped my stuffed briefcase on the desk in my study and walked into our oversized master bedroom. My wife, Angela, was lying on the California king-size bed reading a magazine. My heart stopped at the sight of her wearing a white see-through negligee.

I sat beside her and gently took the magazine she'd been reading out of her hands. After laying the magazine face down, open to the article she hadn’t finished, I scooted next to her and laid my hand on her belly, between her breasts, which were straining the fabric, and her bald pussy. My wife’s smooth and soft skin was giving off a pleasant warmth that caused my cock to harden.

Angela turned her head and smiled faintly at me. She was so beautiful, her long blonde hair spread like a halo on the pillow behind her. When she opened her mouth I expected her to say she wasn't in the mood, so I laid a finger against her puffy lips.

I want to talk to you about something important, I started.

Angela's eyes widened slightly, and her mouth closed. She watched me as if preparing herself for something upsetting. We'd been going through a rocky patch in our relationship. I'd been working too much, and my mind always seemed to be on work, even when I was home. I'd been taking my wife for granted.

Angela had tried to be understanding, but my time at work had grown from eight hours a day to twelve and then eighteen before intruding on our weekends—my wife had grown frustrated with me. Her frustration had slowly turned to anger until the only time we talked was to argue.

I’ve had a certain fantasy for a very long time, I began.

Marvin, I’m not in the mood, Angela reached for her magazine, but I took her hand and brought it to my lips.

I just want to tell you about it and make a suggestion. I know I’ve been hard to live with, and my distractions have been terrible for our relationship, I started.

You think? Angela said sarcastically.

I didn’t take the bait. Instead, I answered, Maybe this will help.

Okay, what was your fantasy? My wife said wearily.

I want you to take a lover, I said, and Angela’s shocked face swung toward me. "But, not just