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Diary of a Hotwife

Leslie and Darren have an incredible marriage. They love each other, respect each other, and they both get off on Leslie sleeping around!

Darren will gladly share his horny wife with any man she deems worthy, and right now she wants his best friend Bo. The handsome Texan has dealt with nonstop tragedy since being discharged from the military, losing both his sister and his job in short order. Gripped by depression, Bo is in dire need of cheering up. When the vet accepts Darren's offer to stay with them until he gets back on his feet, he has no idea what's in store. Leslie's going to show this soldier a very good time!

This erotic hotwife story is 17,000 words and is available from Smashwords at 25% off!

EXCERPT:

I had the coffee ready for Darren before he headed off to work. When he joined Bo at the table I hung back in the corner to watch the two men play. They really were like brothers. There was the same intimacy, rivalry, dumb jokes, secret references. He didn't have long but he made the few minutes count. 

When he got up to leave he clapped the big man on his shoulder. "Bo, I just want to make one thing clear before I go--"

"I know, I know," Bo chuckled, "keep my hands off your wife."

Darren's grin was to die for. "Well, unless she asks you to."

Bo was caught in a half-grin. His eyes quickly swiveled from his sergeant to me. "You know, comin' from the South, I'm a little slow," he said. "Can you run that by me one more time?"

Darren just patted his arm. "Mi casa, tu casa. What's mine is yours." He rounded the kitchen to give me my kiss goodbye. "It's gonna be a long day, sweetie. Show him a good time?"

I squeaked when he squeezed my ass. "Of course, dear," I said huskily. "I'll put a plate in the oven for when you get in."

Darren stopped by Bo one more time just to make sure he got the message. "Whatever she says, she's got my blessing. She's the squad leader by proxy."

Bo's perplexed expression followed my husband all the way out the door. "I think I'm missing something," he said. 

With a smooth flick of my finger I switched off the coffee pot. With a smooth, hip-swaying stroll I rounded the table. Smoothest of all, I slid into Bo's lap and draped my arms over his shoulders. "You were," I said. "Now you're not."

His hand trembled as it pressed into my back. He felt me the way I felt for cobwebs in the garage, reluctantly, unsure if there was substance to be had or if the terrible thing was all in his imagination. "Leslie girl, I know you've been teasing me all morning but you gotta stop. It's been a long dry summer."

I ran the edges of my nails along the fuzz of his earlobe. "Longer than that, I think. To hear Darren tell it, you've been celibate for at least a year."

Bo sighed. "You tell each other everything, huh?"

"Everything," I said. "He told me you might like this..." My nails bit into the back of his neck to draw him into a soft kiss. It was almost chaste, but my tongue slipped out at the very end to wet his handsome lips. 

His eyes were unfocused when we parted. His voice rumbled from his throat like low thunder. "What do you want?" he breathed. 

I pushed my nose into his neck to nuzzle him. "I want to make you feel good, honey."

The big hand in my back spread over my spine. The other hand slipped softly over my naked thighs. "Oh, Leslie," he breathed. "Don't, girl. Don't tease me."

"No teasing," I promised. My teeth sank into his bearded chin. "I wouldn't do that to you, Bo. He loves you, and he wants me to take care of you." I ran my palm down his solid abdominals. He was fragile beneath all those muscles but I knew if I pushed hard enough the monster would break free. "I can't fix you, honey, but I can help. I want to help. I want you to help me."

"Help you?" 

I took the hand on my thigh (almost twice the size of mine) and guided it under the chemise. I introduced the fingers into my panties. "Feel that?" I whispered.

"Jesus," he groaned. 

"You did this to me," I said. I was so wet that my juice followed his fingertip from my slit.

His finger curled over the button of my engorged clitoris and I shivered in his lap. "Les, are you sure?" Bo whispered. "You're his--"

I rolled my thumb over his lips. "I am his," I said, "and he's loaning me to you. Do you want me?"

His finger rolled across my clit again in fervent reply. 

It took effort to fit my hand under his white t-shirt. Getting to finally touch his bare skin made the struggle worth it. "Tell me," I said.

"I want you," he grunted. His hands rolled up my chemise to find the juicy breasts he'd eyed all morning. "I want you, Leslie. Good God, you're--"

I tugged on his t-shirt. I wanted him to show me his tattoos again. "Tell me what I am," I said. 

"I don't know if you're a demon or an angel," he said. His thick arms crossed to take the hem of his shirt and I helped peel it off his skin. With every twist of his tectonic torso, my pussy throbbed anew. "I don't think they have a word for what you are, and I ain't smart enough to make one," he said. I ran my nails up his abdominals until I reached his nipples. Then I ran my tongue over one red bud of flesh. 

He groaned as I bit down, just beneath his sister's name. "Do you think Melly would approve of me?" I asked.

"She would love you," he said, "but she'd tell me to stay the hell away. You're trouble with a capital T."

I kissed his tattooed eagle. "I'm not trouble. I'm going to do everything you tell me to." 

"I want to see you," he said. 

I kissed his nipple until the skin glistened with my saliva. "See me how?"

"Naked," he moaned. "I want to tear your clothes off. I want to lay you out on this table. Girl, I want to do terrible things to you."

I bit his chest, harder this time. "Will that make you feel better, baby?"

"Yes," he groaned. 

"Then tear my fucking clothes off."

He shredded my chemise like tissue paper. Gone was the proper southern boy that quietly asked for eggs. In his place was a green-eyed beast unchained. When his big hands grabbed my tits I shrieked like he was already inside of me. His skin was hot before; now it blazed like desert sand. He pulled me to his mouth like I was water in that desert and sucked on me like cool salvation was just within. I straddled his lap and pressed my aching pussy into his bulge, pulling his face deeper into my chest. "That's it, baby," I moaned. "Mama's here to make it all better."