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The Hotwife Adventure: The Hotwife Adventure, #2
The Hotwife Adventure: The Hotwife Adventure, #2
The Hotwife Adventure: The Hotwife Adventure, #2
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The Hotwife Adventure: The Hotwife Adventure, #2

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A hotwife’s passion for adultery strengthens her marriage!

When Andrew discovers his wife has been cheating on him, the experienced Private Investigator struggles to comprehend how he missed the signs. Specialising in helping his wealthy clients trap and expose their cheating partners, Andrew kicks himself for missing the obvious telltale changes in Priscilla’s behaviour. 

On the night Priscilla confesses her infidelity to him, Andrew becomes intrigued in his sudden attraction to his wife’s adulterous behaviour. 

The married couple’s relationship evolves into a new reality as Priscilla offers to help Andrew in his latest case, exposing a cheating millionaire. She uses her seductive charm in a honeytrap, as she intends on trapping the millionaire providing her husband with sufficient evidence for his latest client. 

But when Andrew covertly films his wife sharing her body, losing her inhibitions in the arms of another man, he finds their marriage edging past the point of no return……...

A sizzling hot 30,000 word romance novella featuring wife-sharing, a private investigator specialising in catching cheating partners and a hotwife intent on sharing her tantalizing body in front of her husband to help strengthen their marriage and further his business!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKarly Violet
Release dateJan 25, 2018
ISBN9781386375944
The Hotwife Adventure: The Hotwife Adventure, #2
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Karly Violet

I love writing steamy romance stories which push the boundaries of the norm, exploring the relationships between married couple as they stretch their limits, testing the mettle of both husband and wife!My stories focus on adult themes centred around hotwives, wife sharing, wife swapping and wife watching.SIgn up to my mailing list to receive the free epilogue to my latest story ‘A Hotwife Adventure’ and to stay up to date on all of my latest releases!http://eepurl.com/c3ICWfSign up to my Patreon account and receive exclusive Hotwife stories every month and sexy scenes every week!https://www.patreon.com/karlyviolet

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    The Hotwife Adventure - Karly Violet

    Chapter One: A Wife’s Sins

    The headache I’ve had all afternoon is beginning to subside thanks to the two tablets of pain reliever I took after meeting with Mrs. Schmidt.  Her husband, Roger Schmidt, has been having an affair with a much younger woman from his workplace.  It’s the same sort of thing I’ve looked into hundreds of times before as a private investigator, but this case was a little different because of just who the man is.  He’s not your standard asshole who works in a nice cushy office in the financial district.  Roger Schmidt is, more specifically, police detective Roger J. Schmidt of the seventh precinct.  As a matter of fact, he’s a lead investigator in their vice crimes division, which includes overseeing matters of prostitution and the illegal sex trade.  So, for two months I’ve been investigating a senior police detective who specializes in the sort of investigative techniques I’ve employed in capturing his moments with a young police corporal by the name of Delanie Marshall. 

    He should have known fucking better, I mumble as I take my jacket off in my living room.  Tossing it on the sofa, something that I know my wife will not be too happy about, I go into the kitchen to get a beer.  It’s only Tuesday night, but I deserve a drink to soften my own apprehension about what I’ve done for Mrs. Schmidt.  She now has the hammer she desperately needs to separate herself from her philandering husband.

    Hey, you’ve already made it home, Priscilla says to me from around a door as I take a seat in the recliner.

    Yeah, just got back.  I try to muster a smile at my lovely young wife of five years as I sit back in my chair.  Bad day at the office, though.  I had to tag a guy who I’m pretty certain will not be happy with me after he finds out. 

    Really?  My wife sits down on the sofa not too far from my recliner.  Priscilla is a beautiful woman, five feet six inches tall and about one hundred thirty pounds, with light brown hair and a pair of green eyes that melt me every time I look into them.  I’m a lucky man, that much is in my life is certain.  Though I’m five years older than my twenty-nine-year-old wife, I feel as if she has more age and experience with the world than me.  That’s probably due in part to my own sequestration to the sort of work that I do while she works from the home with an animal rescue service.  She doesn’t make much money with her chosen profession, but it really doesn’t matter all that much with the money that I pull in through my private investigation business.

    Yep.  You remember Detective Schmidt in the city’s police department, don’t you? 

    Oh, um, what’s his first name?  My wife waves her hands around a little and then says, Robert, right?

    Roger, I correct her.  He’s screwed after what I found out this week.

    Really?  My wife looks at me sheepishly as if she’s stumbled upon some kind of terrible truth. 

    Yeah, but keep it under your hat.  I tell Priscilla things about my investigative work that I really shouldn’t, but I can’t seem to help myself at times.  She’s been my partner in life for several years and has been a great sounding board for ideas and troubles in my work. 

    My wife fidgets in her seat for a moment as she looks down at her hands.  Andrew, I need to tell you something. 

    Okay, I say with a smile as I put my beer on the table beside the recliner.  Shoot.  Priscilla looks at me for only a moment before looking down at her hands again, her green eyes meeting mine for only a brief instant.  I can tell there’s something very wrong in the way that she avoids my gaze.  Over the years, I’ve seen guilt cause such a reaction and my mind begins to tumble around with thoughts of what could have happened.  I’m not prepared, though, for the truth. 

    Andrew, I’m sorry.  Priscilla swallows hard and continues, I’ve been seeing someone. 

    My heart skips a beat or two as I continue to look at my young, beautiful wife.  Is it possible?  Could the woman of my dreams be seeing another man while I’m away on business?  I shake my head.  You’re kidding, right?  There’s no other guy in your life but me, Prissy.  I know that you wouldn’t do that.  I chuckle nervously as I wait for her to admit to the ill-conceived prank.  She wouldn’t cheat on me, I know this deep within my very soul.  My wife is faithful, just as I have been faithful to her for the entirety of our marriage.

    I can’t lie to you anymore.  Andrew, I’ve been sleeping around with other guys.

    Guys?!  I grip the ends of the recliner’s arms.  What do you mean? 

    My wife stands up, her full C-cup breasts bulging from beneath her thin tee shirt.  She’s a magnificent woman with a full chest, full buttocks, and soft skin that mesmerized me the first time I met her.  Priscilla is a good lay, offering a guy like me the sort of experience that one would come to expect from a high-class hooker.  Pushing into her and fucking her from behind is the most satisfying experience of my life, and considering that someone else may be feeling that same thing causes me to wretch just a little.  I’ve been bored, Andy. 

    Bored, I huff as I look up at her.  I can see it now.  Priscilla has been a little different over the past few months, her perfume a little thicker and her walk a far cry from what it was before.  There’s an air of defiance in her stance as she walks over to me and kneels in the floor in front of me.  I want you to know exactly what I’ve been doing.  I want you to share in my experiences with me. 

    I shake my head as I sit back in my recliner.  You have got to be fucking kidding me.

    I’m not.  Priscilla’s soft hand runs along my hand and arm.  My love, I just needed a little more, that’s all.  I’m not in love with any of them, but I do need something besides what you are giving me right now.  This is just to help tide me over as we go through our rough patch. 

    Rough patch? I guffaw.  We’ve been doing great.

    No, Andy.  Priscilla’s eyes meet mine as she looks at me with some measure of pity.  You’ve been doing great, but I need someone to be with me a little more often than what you have been.  I need to feel a man take me powerfully and I need to feel him come inside of me like you used to do. 

    "You’ve been letting them come inside of you?  I feel my cock begin to grow inside my pants as I look into her green eyes.  Something about this makes me horny as I contemplate how other guys are taking my wife while I’m away.  How the hell could I not have known?"  Embarrassment begins to creep in as I consider the fact that I investigate the very sort of spousal cheating that my own wife has been caught up in.  What the fuck is wrong with me that I didn’t recognize any of the obvious signs?

    I was very careful, my wife says as she runs a finger along my arm.  She grins wickedly as she adds, My first guy was a man I met at the store about six weeks ago. 

    What? 

    He came onto me as I was picking out some chicken for dinner that evening.  I thought you would be coming home, so I ignored him at first, but then I got your text message saying that you would be staying over in Chicago for the night.  So, I guess I became a little more receptive at that point to his advances.

    Receptive?  I feel my heart begin to race as Priscilla bends down and takes one of my fingers into her mouth as if it were my swollen phallus. 

    We went out to the parking lot where his car was parked.  He had a nice car, Andy.  He sat down in the driver’s seat and I got into the passenger’s side.  We kissed for a while at first and he said something that would have sent me running at one time.  The man asked me to suck his dick.  I can tell by the look in my wife’s eyes that this excited her.  So, I did.

    Oh, shit.  I take a deep breath as I think about Priscilla’s lips going over another man’s hard cock.  Was he big? 

    His penis?  I nod.  Yeah, it was a little bigger than yours.  I got him all the way in, though.  My wife isn’t known for her amazing skills when deepthroating, at least not by me, because she

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