Holiday Hotwife E-Book

Avery Rowan

• Herausgeber: Sandy Shores Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The holidays are here, and Katie Rogers doesn't celebrate like everyone else. Instead, she celebrates by cuckolding her husband.



For the first eleven months, she's a faithful wife and dutiful employee, but in December, and especially at the company Christmas party, she tosses her faithfulness out the door as she gives herself to any coworker with the guts to step up and unwrap her special gift. This year, she's hoping it's Jax Hampton.



Holiday Hotwife is an erotic interracial cuckold short story.

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Holiday Hotwife

A Cuckold Christmas Story

Avery Rowan

Sandy Shores Publishing

Copyright

MILF & Cookies

By Avery Rowan

First Edition

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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are strictly products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

1.

Chapter One

2.

Chapter Two

3.

Chapter Three

4.

Chapter Four

5.

Chapter One

ScottRogerswatchedas his wife, Katie, finished putting on her tight red dress, pulling it down over her ample breasts to hug her curvy hips. He smiled as he watched her check herself out in the mirror, running her hands over her body, cupping her breasts to make sure they spilled out of her low-cut neckline perfectly, so the men she saw tonight at the office Christmas party would be tempted to know what was underneath her dress. Scott just shook his head, knowing his wife would be more than eager to show them, as well. Some already knew.

“What do you think?” she asked, staring at her ass as she turned this way and that in front of the mirror. “Does this outfit make…?”

“It makes you look hot as hell,” Scott told her, cutting her question off before she could ask the cliché. “The men are going to be glued to you all night.” His cock twitched in his pants at the image of men following his wife around all night, some copping a feel, some flirting, hoping for some behind-closed-doors excitement at some point. It’s why Katie always wanted to attend these otherwise boring functions. She craved the attention. It was also the one time out of the year, Scott was able to enjoy other men doting on his wife as she let go of her inhibitions and became the sex object she fantasized about being the rest of the year. It was their way of celebrating the holidays, with her playing the part of the hotwife and Scott her faithful cuckold.

Katie turned, smiling at him. “You would say that if I was dressed in sackcloth and ashes.”

“And it would still be true,” he assured her. “Katie, you’re absolutely gorgeous, and you know it. Those men will be chomping at the bit to get their hands on you tonight.”

Her smile shifted into a salacious grin as she reached for a green scarf to wrap around her neck. “Not as much as I’m chomping at the bit to feel their hands on me.” She turned, bouncing her brows at him. “And no mistletoe required.”

He laughed as he crossed the room to where she stood, adding earrings in the shape of bright red stockings and a holly pin to the upper left side of her dress just above her breast. Sliding his arms around her waist, he pulled her tighter to him, nuzzling against her neck. “And that’s what I love about you, my Christmas slut.”

Groaning, she paused from putting on her accessories, pushing her round ass against his growing shaft. “This is my favorite party of the year,” she told him, placing her arms over his as he held her. “I almost come just thinking about how many cocks might get me each year, eager to feel them between my lips and buried deep in my cunt.” She turned, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stared into his dark eyes. “Although, I’ll be honest, I’m hoping to get the attention of one guy in particular, Jax Hampton. He’s been flirting with me pretty heavily for the past month, never coming right out and saying he wants to fuck me, but coming damn close. I’m not sure if he’s heard any of the rumors from past years, but tonight, I’ll make sure there’s not a doubt in his mind as to how far he can go.” She leaned in, kissing Scott softly. He could smell her perfume, which he knew she wasn’t wearing for him tonight, feel the warmth of her breath as she pressed her lips hard against his, lips he knew would be sucking another man’s cock by the end of the night. When she pulled back, she winked at him. “Tonight, I hope he stops flirting and just goes for it.”

Scott felt his cock twitch in his pants as he heard her words, the knot in his stomach tightening as he felt his jealousy rise. “I’m sure once he realizes the door is open, he’ll jump through it,” he said. While he agreed to this…this night of abandon every year, his wife spreading her legs for whoever caught her attention, it still filled him with an envy that whoever she chose could please her better than he could. It was his job tonight to stand—or kneel—wherever she told him to and watch as another made her cry out, her body writhing in ecstasy under his touch, filling her pussy with his thicker, longer cock. It was a reminder that Scott’s own manhood barely deserved the term. The rest of the year, Katie settled for what he could give her between his mouth, fingers, and whatever toys they discovered. December, Katie was free to sleep with as many men as she wanted, experiencing what he couldn’t give her the other eleven months. She was his holiday hotwife, and him her Christmas cuckold. It was his Christmas present to her every year.

Katie stepped back, running her hands over her sides one more time, making sure her dress was straight. “Well, are you ready to escort this hotwife of yours to the party?” She arched her brows at him, her grin pushing up her cheeks.

He returned her smile, nodding, even though the knot in his stomach twisted tighter. “Anything for my love,” he assured her, turning and gesturing for the bedroom door. “After you.”