I Bet My Hotwife Series

As Will and Kristen fall in love, she conquers her fear of being used and rejected. Then she discovers they share the same secret fantasy: Will likes to watch, Kristen likes to be watched. But the perfect man who can help fulfill their deepest fantasy is Will’s most hated enemy! Will this kinky desire make them stronger, or tear them apart? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ It was a very long weekend for me as I watched my wife getting ready to pay off the bet I’d loss. She’d be staying with Larry, my black boss, for an entire week. A week in which he could do anything he wanted with her. Kristen went out Saturday to be waxed and to have her hair done. On Sunday, she packed all her beauty products, but no clothing, and she was ready to go. That day she gave me a present, a box so nicely wrapped, it even had a bow. Inside was a very soft vibrator, shaped to fit against a man’s privates, inside tight underwear. The fat, bulb head nestled against the sensitive underside, the long tail curved down the length. I wasn’t sure why I was doing with this, and I looked at her in confusion. “Put it on honey, just stick it under yourself and hold everything in place with your tightey whities,” she instructed. It wasn’t difficult to get into place, it fit me perfectly, even the bend in it was in just the right place. Also, it was very soft and could be bent to fit me in any situation. “Now,” she said picking up her cell phone, “I have installed this app on my phone, and every time I press it,” which she demonstrated, “the vibrator will turn on.” I just about jumped out of my skin as I started to vibrate. After I settled down, I had to admit, soft as the vibrator was, it felt very good. “So, what I’m going to do is press this button and make you vibrate whenever Larry and I are having sex.” Kristen was beaming. “And, if I hold the button,” she demonstrated again and the vibrations became almost unbearably intense, “you’ll know that it’s really good for me.” “I want you to wear this vibrator the entire time I’m at Larry’s house; there’s an extra box of batteries in there for you, just in case.” I wanted to cry, it would have been the wrong thing to do and I knew it. Not only was I giving my wife to a man I hated, a man with a legendary prick, but she was so into it that she wanted me to know whenever he made love to her. Whenever he made love to my wife! I acted like I was enjoying it all, but I felt something breaking inside of me.

Kristen and Will are enjoying their long-delayed honeymoon in Jamaica when Larry, Will’s domineering BBC boss, unexpectedly joins them. When he sees Kristen sunbathing nude, he takes her multiple times—hard and unprotected—while Will is finally allowed to watch. But Kristen’s wild sexual adventures are only beginning, and she’s about to discover that women make excellent lovers, too! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Larry directed me to a chair. “I didn’t like you walking around last time,” he said. “So we’re going to take care of that.” Larry secured me to the chair—all except my right hand, which was tied so that I could at least reach myself. I wasn’t happy being tied up but, by this point, I was having a hard time catching my breath. Larry just looked smug. We watched as Kristen walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her face showing a combination of fear, anticipation, and excitement. My wife, the woman I loved more than anything in the world, stood naked by another man’s bed waiting for instructions. Larry’s first orders were predictable enough. He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered Kristen to get on her knees and crawl to him. I watched my wife ease gracefully to the floor and start to crawl, her breasts swaying, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me what you are, Kristen,” he ordered. “I’m yours, Larry.” “Will you do anything I tell you to do?” “Yes.” “Can I do anything I want to you?” “Yes.” My wife seemed to have lost any will of her own. She was Larry’s to command. “Do you care that your husband is watching you?” “No.” “Does it excite you to have your husband watch us?” She glanced at me quickly before fixing her gaze on Larry’s eyes. “Yes, it excites me to have my husband watch me with you, Larry.” “Well, what are you waiting for? You know what to do,” he ordered. Kristen moved forward, and her eyes were closed as she eagerly cleaned him. Larry groaned as my wife worked on him. I did, too. At the same time, I was embarrassed by her humiliation, and by the way I physically responded to the sight of her on her knees. My wife was breaking my heart by giving herself to not just another man, but Larry. Before Kristen tried to get Larry’s bulk into her mouth, she asked for permission to touch herself. Larry bought out my wife’s submissive side in ways I never could. He told her to beg first. “May I touch myself, sir?” she begged. “You can do better than that, Kristen,” he said. “Please, sir, can I touch myself while I suck you?” “Yes.”

Kristen and Justine explore their hot new lesbian relationship. Things get out of hand when they attend a Ladies’ Only strip club, and Kristen finds herself living out her favorite fantasy—being held captive by a gang of horny black men while she satisfies their every perverse need. Will is aroused beyond belief by the sight! Can he find a way to win her back before it’s too late? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ A few days later I received a text from Kristen: Charles agreed to everything. He had a few conditions of his own. Talk later. My heart was in my throat and I was distracted for the remainder of the day. Even after a trip to the men’s room to relieve myself, I was still excited. I tried to guess at Charles’ conditions, but it was useless, I had no way of knowing what he’d demand, only what Kristen was already willing to give. What if he wanted something Kristen wasn’t willing to give, one of the things we’d fantasized about? Of course, once he had my wife naked and surrounded by his gang, he could just take whatever he wanted. I drove myself crazy going around and around in my head, only to become aware of my administrative assistant standing in front of my desk and looking at me funny. “Are you alright?” she asked. “You look like something terrible just happened.” “I’m just not feeling well,” I said. “Think I’ll go home a little early.” She looked relieved, and helped me pack a briefcase while I admired her look. Another time maybe. I sent a text to Kristen but she wasn’t home when I arrived. I searched for any notes she might have written about her conversation with Charles until I finally gave up and settled down to wait for her. My heart was pounding. I was too excited to sit still and so nervous that I found myself walking through the entire house thinking about my wife...surrounded by black men...begging to be used...while all I could do was listen to her sobbing her need. I tortured myself thinking about the possibilities. I couldn’t allow it to happen. I had to ask Kristen to stop, but my own need was too much. Kristen came bursting in about an hour later, her arms loaded with packages from an extensive shopping spree. Her face was red and she was out of breath, but obviously happy. “Oh, Will, it’s going to be great. Charles has some unique ideas. Wait until you hear!” Then she was off to put her packages away. I followed her into the bedroom...my patience wouldn’t let me wait any longer. Kristen was wound up, putting clothes away, trying them on for me. It looked like she planned on wearing more than usual for our meeting with Charles. She didn’t tell me everything, of course. She might not have known everything but she did know that their clubhouse was an old building somewhere in Oakland. Charles planned on playing a version of strip poker with her and three or four guys, and maybe another woman or two. If I insisted on being there, my job would be to play bartender and waiter, or basically a gopher. A gopher as in, “Go for some beer, Will.” No stripping for me. Take it or leave it. They were planning this for Friday night, so I had a couple of days to adjust to the idea. The first part of the adjusting was easy. Before she was even done telling me about her upcoming poker game, my wife was on her knees fumbling with my belt.