New Year's Hotwife E-Book

Avery Rowan

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

Beschreibung

An insatiable hotwife, a doubting cuckold, and a party to bring the New Year in with a bang.

 
Jason sat on the edge of the bed, watching his wife get dressed for their neighbor’s party that night. She looked sexy and amazing. But none of it was for him.


Over the past few months, Jason watched his wife give herself to the other men in their neighborhood and watch was all he was allowed to do. That is, until his neighbors finished with her, and then, he was called to come and clean her and her lover.

 
He hoped that tonight’s party, however, would be different, just a normal get-together with friends that wouldn't end up humiliating him in front of everyone. Of course, he should have known Rick, the neighbor who started them on the cuckold journey, would have other plans in mind.

 
When faced with another night of serving as his wife’s cuckold as she gives her body away, Jason must make a choice: stick with the woman he loves, no matter what course she’s chosen for them, or walk away from it all, even the thrill of being what his wife turned him into—a sissy cuckold.

 
New Year’s Hotwife is an erotic short involving multiple partners and cuckolding. Get your copy today to see Jason squirm.

 

And make sure you read the rest of the series:
Book 1: The Neighbor’s Cuckold
Book 2: Backyard Hotwife
Book 3: Hotwife Shared
Book 4: Block Party Hotwife

Leseprobe

New Year's Hotwife

A Cuckold's Story

Avery Rowan

Sandy Shores Publishing

Copyright

New Year's Hotwife

By Avery Rowan

First Edition

Copyright © 2022 Avery Rowan

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Contents

1.

Chapter One

2.

Chapter Two

3.

Chapter Three

4.

Chapter Four

5.

Chapter Five

6.

Chapter Six

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Chapter One

Anotheryearwascoming to an end, and Jason couldn’t believe the changes in his life that had already taken place. He went from being the man of the house to being a panty-wearing little sissy. Jodi, his wife, now ran their home. She also controlled their sex life, which meant they didn’t really have one. Oh, Jodi did, of course. Hell, she had fucked almost their entire neighborhood this year and showed no signs of slowing down. She seemed to relish the fact that she now could have any man she wanted bend her over and use her married pussy.

And Jason had no say in it. He could only sit back, sometimes forced to kneel, and watch as his wife gave herself to a variety of different men. She had even served as the private entertainment for a group of men during a neighborhood block party as they each took turns bending her over the pool table and taking her hungry slit. However, she gave herself to no one more than their neighbor, Rick Fisher, the man who had started them down the road of cuckolding. He had more control over her than either Jason or Jodi would care to admit, no matter how casual she seemed about it. Whenever Rick had to travel for work, Jodi would sulk and storm around the house in a sullen cloud of misery, as if something major was missing from her life. Even their nightly video sessions did nothing to perk her up for more than an hour or two. She would then toss herself at others just to forget that the one she wanted wasn’t around.

Jason couldn’t help the jealousy that threatened to undo him during those times. While he would do anything in the world for his wife, this part of their new relationship left him feeling sick to his stomach, his heart an aching stone that threatened to drown him in his own ocean of agony. She never cared if he was around or not, not the way she did Rick, and that left Jason wondering where he truly stood in their marriage anymore. Could he go about the way they were, with him falling further and further out of his wife’s affections? He loved her; there was no doubt about that. And he would do anything in the world for her, but he found he still needed more than just to be her little sissy bitch. He could continue as long as he knew she still loved him and needed him in all ways outside the bedroom. With the new year coming up on them, he determined to solidify things between them.

And if he couldn’t, then he was determined to walk away from his marriage.

As he sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his legs with his hands clasped as he ruminated over his course of action, Jodi whisked into the room, her robe pulled tightly around her freshly washed body. A towel rested on top of her head, soaking up the water of her hair, which was wrapped inside.

“Are you not going to get ready?” she asked as she moved over to her dresser, reaching for her brush. “I thought for sure you would be dressed by now. I need your help to do my hair. I want it perfect for tonight.” She then turned, grinning at him. “That is, until they make a mess of it with their fists.” She bounced her brows at him. “They just love guiding my head where they want my mouth.” She winked and then turned back to her dresser, reaching up to unwind the towel on her head.

He took a deep breath, fortifying his nerves about what he needed to say. He would not go into the next year with his future still in doubt. “I’ve actually been sitting here thinking,” he told her, glancing up at her reflection in the mirror. “Can we talk for a minute?”

She glanced in the mirror, staring at him, her brows pinched slightly. “You sound serious,” she said, dropping her arm down to her side and allowing the brush to dangle in her hand. “We’re about to go to a New Year’s Eve party. Are you sure you’re all right?”

He nodded. “For the most part,” he assured her. “I just need to get some things off my chest before we go over to Rick’s.”

She stared at him for a moment longer, narrowing her eyes slightly as she studied him. Finally, she nodded and set the brush back on the dresser. Turning, she leaned back, gripping the top of her bureau with her hands. “All right,” she said. “What’s up?”

He took a deep breath as he sat up straighter. “Our lives have been kind of crazy lately with this new path you’ve taken us,” he told her. “And I’m kind of wondering where we go from here. I know you want the other men, and that it turns you on.” She started to say something, but he held up a hand, forestalling her. “And I know it turns me on as well. I’m not denying that. However, you’re so caught up in this adventure with Rick that I feel you don’t want me around for anything sexual or not. I can’t be completely cut off and abandoned like that. I can handle the one as long as I get the other.” He pushed himself off the couch and moved over to stand before her. “I’ll gladly be your sissy cuckold while you’re fucking the entire neighborhood and whoever else you want, as long as we’re still who we are as a couple when you’re not being the neighborhood slut.”

She reached up, placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you feeling a little neglected?” she asked, as she tilted her head to the side slightly. “All these men giving your wife what you can’t, and now your inadequacy is finally glaring you in the face. I bet it sucks to realize what you truly are.” She nodded. “Don’t worry, my sweet sissy. I still love you, and I do need you, in all the ways that a wife needs a husband outside of the bedroom, so to speak. I just don’t need, nor want, that tiny dick of yours anymore.” She shrugged. “So, I’ll give the men who can fuck me right the attention they need in order for them to use me in all the nasty ways they can dream up. But don’t worry. My heart is yours, my little cuckold.”

He nodded, still not sure if she answered the question. However, it was what it was, and he would go with it. She loved him. At least, that’s what she said. And he would serve as her sissy bitch for as long as she wanted. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, falling back into his subservient role. “Thank you.”

“Oh, my pleasure, Cuck,” she assured him. “I can’t have you all doom and gloom tonight. It’s a party, after all.” She slid a hand down and stroked his tiny dick through his pants. “I don’t need this, but I do need you.” She leaned over and bit his bottom lip playfully. She pulled back and winked at him, grinning. “And I’ll make sure to use your tongue tonight. Before and after my cunt gets pummeled.”

He sucked in a breath through his nose as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. “Thank you, ma’am,” he said.

She reached behind her, grabbing the brush off the dresser. “Now, be a good sissy and do my hair.”