Nasty Neighborhood Hotwives Series

When John and Stephanie move into their new house, they get a new neighbor. Sandy is hot, sexy, and friendly. Almost TOO friendly. Can John resist her? Does he want to? And why is his wife spending so much time with a woman who is cheating on her husband? Find out in "Our Lusty Cheating Neighbor?" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Hi, Monica.” I pressed a button on the phone. “You’re on speaker with Steph. Do you mind?” “Of course not, darlings. I have to say, I’ve been expecting this call.” “Have you?” I said with heavy sarcasm. “Then maybe you can explain why half the damn neighborhood is treating our front yard like a damn litter box.” “Don’t take that tone with me, young man.” Her voice had changed from cool to chilly. “I’m not the one who’s been needlessly antagonizing my neighbors. What did you do to poor Sandy? She was bawling her eyes out when she came over here last week. It took me forever to calm her down.” I glared at the phone. “I didn’t know it was a crime to refuse to cheat on my wife.” “Well, not a crime, darling. But still, one might consider it terribly rude, from Sandra’s point of view, after the way she has thrown herself at you. I must say, she is far more taken with you than she has been with any other man in several years. But that is not surprising, as lovely as you are.” I stared at Steph, who was looking right back at me, shaking her head. “All right. Am I the only one who is taking crazy pills here? Why is it rude to be faithful to Stephanie?” A light chuckle. “Well, when you’re the neighborhood hotwife, you get used to men chasing you, not the other way around.” I blinked. “The neighborhood what?” A long silence ensued, followed by an even longer sigh. “Young people. You didn’t read the brochure, did you, John? Did you, Stephanie?” “What the heck has that to do with anything?” “Sandra,” Monica said, as slowly and clearly as if she was speaking to a dim-witted child, “is the neighborhood hotwife. As such, she is...contracted...by the Paradise Place HOA to sexually service any man, or woman, for that matter, who might want to use her for that purpose.”

With her husband's football team in the dumps, horny hotwife Janet has an idea. Sex sells, and when the coach's wife is the one who is up for grabs, all the players will give it (and her) their best shot. But can she convince strong armed quarterback Jimmy "The Cannon" O'Bannon to play for the Promise Vixens? Find out in "The Coach's Lusty Hotwife!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Janet got up. Jimmy politely rose in response. “How would you like to see some of the scenery?” she volunteered. “There is an absolutely incredible view of the Teta Peaks from the front of the house.” “Sure. I guess.” “Your enthusiasm is overwhelming.” A smile took some of the sting out of her words. “How’s it going, honey?” Coach Wilson asked. He raised his eyebrows in polite question as Jimmy followed Janet up onto the deck, feeling almost as if they were a couple. But not really. You’ll never be good enough for a woman like her. “Everything is just fabulous, honey. God,” she enthused. “Could we have gotten a more perfect day?” She took a deep breath, looking up into the cobalt-blue sky, which had been scrubbed clean of clouds. “This is the kind of day that makes you feel lucky just to be alive, isn’t it?” Coach Wilson reached out a long arm and pulled her in for a kiss. “For me, that’s every day.” Janet pushed her hands against the tall man’s chest, giggling. “I’m going to take Jimmy to see the Tetas. You mind if I disappear for a few minutes?” “Nope. You two go on with your bad selves. Mack and me can probably keep the place from burning down.” “Why am I not filled with confidence?” “Because you should have more faith in your husband, and the manly qualities that made this country great.” Coach Wilson took a bite of his hamburger. “Uh-huh.” Janet seemed unconvinced, but took Jimmy’s arm. “Come on, Cannon. Let’s go before we all die of testosterone poisoning.” He frowned as she led him into the house. “Shouldn’t we go around front?” “Nah. You can’t get a good look at the Tetas from there. We have to go up to the second floor, where there isn’t a bunch of crap getting in the way.” He shrugged, but followed obediently. Compared to outside, the house seemed hot and breathless, almost stifling. Janet seemed to notice it, too. “Montana,” she sighed as she led him up a staircase. The polished wooden bannister was like silk under his fingers. “The furnace runs for eight months straight, and then when it finally warms up, we have about two weeks of spring and then it’s time to turn on the air conditioning. “Here we go,” she said, opening a door at the end of a hallway. “The best view is from here.” He twitched aside the curtain, his brows drawing down in confusion. The window looked east, away from the Bitterroot Range that formed the valley that Promise lay in. All he could see was the street, parked cars, and the other houses in the tidy little subdivision. “Um.” He didn’t quite know what to say. Was he missing something? “Where are the Tetas?” “You don’t know much Spanish, do you, Jimmy?” Janet’s voice was low, amused. But with something deeper running through it. “Tetas is Spanish for ‘breasts.’ “And they’re right here.”

Amanda is a trophy wife and her husband isn't the man she needs in the bedroom. When she finds out that Clive is planning to sell her prize racehorse, she decides to get revenge! Can the lure of a horny hotwife inspire the men of Weatherstone Stables to victory? Find out in "Hot To Trot Hotwife!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ She slipped back into the owner’s lounge, above the second tier of stands, trying to be inconspicuous. Her stomach roiled with a combination of fear, excitement, and... Arousal? Yes, arousal, she decided. She hadn’t been laid in weeks, hadn’t had a climax which hadn’t been provided by her own fingers or her vibrator in even longer than that. If the price for breaking free of Clive and his cronies was screwing Bowie and Greg, then she could deal with it. It didn’t hurt, she admitted with a wry smile as she asked the waiter for a rum and coke (heavy on the rum, light on the ice, please) that both men were good looking, albeit in completely different ways. Bowie, with his iron-grey hair, tanned face, and long, lanky body, reminded her of a cowboy out of an old western. All he needed was a hat and a six-shooter strapped to his narrow hips. Greg was all tightly-coiled energy, needing only a nudge to set it loose. The question was whether it would be in a fistfight, and all-night bender, a horserace, or with one of the squealing women who clustered around the track, drawn to danger and fame. Bowie would be slow in bed, she thought, sipping her drink dreamily. Greg...would not. She closed her eyes, her mind spinning up fantasies. Could she bring them to the house when Clive was away on one of his business trips? He seldom invited her along these days, which suited her. He claimed it was work, but sitting in on a meeting of a board of directors in a conference room, sipping on Perrier, while someone gave a Powerpoint presentation, was not her idea of a tough job. Cheating on her husband. It gave her a naughty, delicious thrill, deep in her belly, and she found herself growing wet. Under her dress, her thighs rubbed back and forth, setting up a wonderful friction.

Colin has new neighbors, and things are heating up. Sexy, sultry Amber can't keep her hands (or mouth) off him. But her husband Tony is a football player with a notorious temper. Colin can't resist Amber's body or her sensual skills, but what will he do if Tony learns about their affair? Find out in "My Horny Hotwife Neighbor!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “Hi there, Sam!” a clear voice exclaimed, and I saw Amber’s tall, sexy figure rise and walk towards the fence. “How are you doing? Are you protecting Colin from all the big, scary football players?” Sam put his paws up against the wooden fence, his tail wagging like a spastic metronome as Amber scratched him behind the ears. “I think he likes you better than he likes me,” I commented, getting up and wandering over. “And why not? I’m very lovable. Everyone says so,” she smirked. Lovable? Or screwable? “You look good,” I said instead. “Oh, this old thing?” she smiled, looking down at her bikini. Royal blue, it was barely decent. “I’m trying to get a good tan this summer. A real one, rather than a fake.” She shook her head in mock-disgust. “I don’t know why, but a tan that comes from real sunlight always feels better than one you get on a tanning bed in a salon.” She pulled at the straps of her bikini-top, making her large breasts wobble in a manner that was incredibly distracting. “But I have to be careful. It’s the Irish in me. Pale skin that would rather burn than tan.” Her nose wrinkled adorably. “And if my top gets any smaller, the girls here would just fall right out, and wouldn’t that be embarrassing.” “Don’t feel like you have to cover up on my behalf,” I said, and crossed my arms on top of the fence. “I wouldn’t mind.” “I bet you wouldn’t, you naughty boy.” She batted at my arm playfully. “But you know Tony. Or maybe you don’t. If he found out that I was sunbathing topless, he would flip right out. He’s so old-fashioned sometimes. I keep trying to tell him that he married a cheerleader, not a nun. I’m proud of my body, not ashamed.” She turned in profile. “Don’t you think I’m sexy, Colin?” “I’m pretty sure you got all the proof you needed the other day,” I said, eyeing her body in undisguised approval. “Mmmm, yes.” She closed her eyes as she smiled, her lips turning up lecherously. “You tasted so good. I played with myself that night in bed,” she whispered wickedly. “After Tony fell asleep. Thinking about you.”