A slow-burn, first person female POV story about a self-questioning wife, and a husband who, by clever planning, turns his partner into his very own hotwife to savor in action and enjoy on demand.We’d been doing this long enough that I knew exactly how far to push the game. I slipped a pair of heels into the corner of the bag, tucked a more delicate bra beneath my folded sleep shirt, then leaned over and kissed Luke on the top of his head. “I hope your friend can handle me,” I said with a grin, already turning away.
The first chapter of this 4-chapter novella was previously released as a short story with the title A Favor For My Husband
Certainly not in the way that we’re used to, but yes!
This is not like any hotwife story that I’ve ever read.
There’s sex here, but blink and you’ll miss it. For this is not, at least so far it’s not, a bit of story, then page after page of sex, then repeat.
No those can be very stimulating. They can be hardening. They can make you feel not alone on a cold night.
But this is a different kind of eroticism.
It’s like thriller movies. The first type is like a slasher movie. There’s blood everywhere and fear develops.
This story is more like the thriller where you’re walking through an unknown place and are not sure what’s around the next corner. But you have to turn the corner, only to see another corner further down. There’s no blood, no gore, only fear.
This story has sex. Indeed she has orgasms, but they are like the corners, you must get by them, only to wait for the next corner. The story is the walking in between the corners. The eroticism is what’s in between the corners, not the corners themselves.
It’s really a very nice read and I’m compelled to read further. And I suspect as I walk further, classic sex will become more prominent.