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Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance
Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance
Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance
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Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance

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Hotwife explores her curiosity with two men - while her husband watches!


Samantha finds her job as a journalist mostly tedious and non-eventful. 

But when she finds herself deeply involved and working hard on one particular story - her husband, Gilbert starts to take notice. 

Convinced she has the good of the story at the heart, the committed wife draws closer to a owner of an underground adult club. An exclusive club connecting wealthy men with young women for group activities. 

And so when Samantha falls too far down the rabbit hole, Gilbert can't help but watch his wife transform from an innocent and naive housewife into a insatiable and seductive hotwife. 

Can an unsuspecting couple handle the raw emotions triggered as a simple and trusting wife slowly evolves into a provocative and sultry hotwife


This 32,000 word scorching hot novel featuring wife watching, MFM menage, wife sharing and a husband watching the love of his life slowly transforming into an insatiable hotwife!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKarly Violet
Release dateOct 21, 2018
ISBN9781386950448
Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance
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Karly Violet

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    Hotwife Book Of Fantasies - A Wife Watching MFM Hotwife Romance - Karly Violet

    Chapter One: An Empty Nest

    Samantha is on the bed looking through old photo albums when I walk into our bedroom.  From the look on her face, I figure she is already missing Rebecca and the way she would always hang out with my wife on Friday evenings.  Dinner and a movie, Samantha says as she looks up at me.  Right about now, we would be fixing dinner together before settling onto the couch in the living room to enjoy a movie. 

    We could fix dinner together, I reply as I sit down on the bed beside my blue-eyed wife. 

    Samantha shakes her head.  It’s not the same, Gil.  She smiles at me and squeezes my hand with hers before adding, I don’t mean to sound dismissive of a nice meal with you, but Rebecca and I had something together.

    I get that, honey.  It’s not a relationship that is easy to reproduce with anyone else.  I lean over and kiss Samantha on the cheek before looking at the photo album in her lap.  She’s having a great time, you know?  Rebecca loves her classes and she has found a couple of student organizations to participate in on campus.

    My wife nods her head.  I know she is doing well, but I just can’t help but miss her.  Samantha looks up at me and asks, Do you feel as if we are getting old, Gil?

    Old?  I crinkle my nose and reply, We aren’t that old, Sam.  I’m thirty-nine and you are only thirty-eight. 

    My wife’s face lights up as she looks up at me.  I was hoping you would see it my way, Gil.

    Your way?

    Yes, my way.  Samantha puts the photo album down on the bed and moves just behind me as she gets onto her knees.  I feel her soft hands move across my shoulders as she begins to squeeze the top of them.  I have been thinking for a while about something that I want to bring up with you.

    Really?  Like what?  My cock becomes a little hard as she runs her fingers along the sides of my neck.  Samantha knows how to excite me as she moves from my neck to the backs of my ears. 

    Honey, I would like to have another baby.

    I swallow hard as I move around to look at her.  "A baby?!"

    A baby, Gil.  Just one more and then I will be finished having children.

    A nervous laugh practically falls out of my mouth as I shake my head.  We are too old to be talking about having another child, Sam.  We went through a lot to have Rebecca in the first place, and I just don’t think either one of us are ready to go through that all over again.

    Samantha smiles warmly as she reaches for my hands.  There is a doctor in Albuquerque who specializes in fertility issues.  I have been reading up on her web page and she uses better methods to increase conception than were available when I got pregnant with our daughter.

    Shit.  I feel myself begin to panic a little as I look into my wife’s eyes.  You can’t be serious.  We finally have the opportunity to enjoy our lives together after raising a child and you want to start all over again?  I allow another nervous chuckle to leave my mouth before declaring to my wife, Absolutely not, Sam.  We are finished having children.

    My wife’s demeanor suddenly changes, her mouth drawing down into a frown as she stands up from the bed and walks to the other side of the bedroom.  You are being really selfish right now, Gil.  We both make a comfortable living, so there is no reason why we should be set against more children.

    We are too old.

    You just said we are not all that old, Gil!  Samantha rarely raises her voice to me when we have a disagreement, which is why I suddenly feel goosebumps rise along my neck and back.  I’m only thirty-eight, and my eggs are still viable.

    I shake my head as I stand up from the bed and walk over to my wife.  So, this is where you are going with this, huh?

    You know what I mean, Gil.

    I know that you have never completely forgiven me for my low sperm count.  Gritting my teeth, I turn and walk over to the dresser where I left my necktie a few minutes ago.  I am supposed to go to a working dinner tonight.  The fact that I actually have somewhere to be is a welcome relief for me just now.

    And run away from our conversation again?

    Run away?  I turn and shake my head as I look at Samantha.  Honey, you want something I can’t give you, okay?  You want me to somehow magically create three times as many sperm and make sure every one of them are perfectly formed.  Well guess what?  I can’t do that.  So, unless you are going to have some other guy impregnate you...

    "For fuck’s sake, Gil.  Why are you making this about you?  I am talking about having a baby."

    I am not coming into a fucking cup again, Sam!  One of the most embarrassing times in my life was when I agreed to ejaculate into a cup on more than one occasion so that the doctor could concentrate the healthy sperm into one fertilizing goop.  I did that for Samantha then, over the course of more than a month, and we got our daughter out of that effort.  It cost us nearly twenty-thousand dollars and a lot of probing, prodding, and embarrassing questions, but there she was; our beautiful little girl.  Even though the last effort ended in happiness, I can’t go through it all again.

    Selfish and vain, Samantha says to me as she frowns again.  Turning, my wife walks out of the bedroom and into the living room.  I follow her and wonder what I can do to convince her of the insanity of her request.  Sure, I might be just a bit selfish when considering whether I want another baby, but vanity has nothing to do with it.  By my math, I would be in my late fifties before a new child graduated high school, and that means that I would be tied down and unable to do the things I have always wanted to do with my wife.  We have been planning to travel the world next year, but a baby would throw that into doubt.

    Look, I know you want someone else to love and hold like you have always done with Rebecca, but we will throw everything off by doing this.  Even if you do get pregnant, there is always the possibility that the baby would have some defect because of my sperm or your advanced age.

    "I’m not fucking old," Samantha says under her breath.

    If you really want another companion, why not get a dog?  I am sincere in my willingness to allow a dog into our home, but I can see almost immediately that Samantha is offended by the idea.

    "Are you kidding?  A dog?"

    Sure.  Maybe a chihuahua or a terrier?  Something small so that we don’t have to worry about large piles of shit on the floor.

    My wife stares hard at me.  I can’t believe you would be so callous as to offer a dog as a substitution for a baby, Gil.  This is really a new low for you.

    I sigh.  Look, honey, we can talk about this later, okay?  Maybe we could have a drink when I get back from my business dinner?

    Business dinner, she sneers.  You mean a social gathering for a group of your clients to eat and drink on your dime just to keep them happy.  I wonder what they would think about your ideas on children?

    Sam, I have to wine and dine the clientele occasionally to advance our business interests at the company.  After all, they buy enough parts to keep us very comfortable.  Ten years ago, I went out on a limb to borrow a hundred thousand dollars to start my own small business.  We began by building parts for one or two types of industrial generators and within a year or so we had doubled in size and taken out an even larger business loan.  Today, my generator parts supply company is worth more than ten million dollars and has an annual income of four million dollars.  My pay is more than a half-million every year with other benefits that Samantha and I both enjoy.  One of those is an insurance plan that would likely pay nearly all the fertility treatment costs for Samantha to get pregnant again.  It is my guess that my wife has been eyeing that perk hard for the last few months.

    Just go and leave me alone, she says as she wipes a stray tear from her eye.  You don’t care about me anyway. 

    Whoa, hang on there, Sam, I say to her as I reach out and pull her to me.  Hugging my wife close to me, I tell her, Honey, I’m just being honest when I tell you that we are getting too old for this.  There are risks to any potential baby and to you, even if the fertility treatments work.  Then there is the increased risk that one or both of us would not live long enough to see the kid graduate high school.  That would be terrible.  It is my hope that playing to Samantha’s pragmatic side will help her to see that having a baby now is not in our best interest.

    "I want a baby, Gil.  Even if you don’t want one, I do. 

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