"Jennifer has no idea how her life will change when she discovers some racy hotwife movies and books. Suddenly she’s obsessed with becoming a hotwife! But things get way out of control when her husband uneasily suggests she pretend to be a hooker and he’ll be her eager john. Instead of meeting him as planned, why has she taken off with three huge black men?
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I’d stopped in a bar for a drink after dropping Jennifer off on a street corner and driving around. I’d even watched a few innings of a baseball game on the TV behind the bar, above the liquor bottles.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could think about was Jennifer, dressed like a whore, on the street with a woman named Mercedes. Who definitely was a whore.
What had I done? I’d put my wife, the mother of our child, on the street looking like she was a hooker. What was wrong with me? Had I lost my mind?
I was in agony. My stomach hurt, my heart was racing, and I felt like throwing up. I started to feel faint and the bartender walked over to me.
“Are you alright, buddy?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
I tried to answer him but found my throat seemed paralyzed.
“Let me get you a ginger ale,” he offered. “Do you need me to call anybody?” I gulped the soft drink and shook my head no.
“I’m just upset,” I finally got out. “I think I did something really stupid. My wife and I are playing a little game and she’s “Under the Bridge” with a hooker.”
“Buddy,” he stood back and stared at me. “You better go get her. She’s not safe, especially if she’s with one of the girls. A lot of them come in here, and I even like a few, but I wouldn’t trust them with anything important. Especially not my wife.”
I was frozen with fear, it was as though everything stood still for a moment. I was staring at the bartender, who wasn’t moving. The people around me had frozen in place, their drinks halfway to their mouths, some people in midstride. Nothing moved..."
"I can’t help myself around my husband’s bullying boss…whatever he wants from me, he takes. Then he demanded I take off my wet panties in the middle of a crowded dance floor when my husband was only a few feet away. I didn’t expect him to show them to Todd and brag about what he planned to do to me! Why does the possibility of getting caught excite me so much?
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After my shower I’d slipped on a long, light blue summer dress decorated with large white flowers. It was going to be a hot day and I didn’t plan on going anywhere, so I didn’t bother with underwear.
When the doorbell rang, I thought it was the delivery guy. I opened the door without looking and stepped back in surprise when I saw Jerry grinning at me.
“Is that how you treat your lover?” he asked. I backed up startled, my hand over my heart.
Jerry turned in a complete circle, checking to see if anyone was watching. “What will your neighbors say. ‘A strange man is standing in front of Pamela’s open door. I wonder who he is?’” Jerry mused.
“Please, come inside,” I begged him. I couldn’t afford a neighbor blabbing to my husband.
“Tell me what I can do to you, first,” he said.
“Please, just come inside,” I was in danger of becoming hysterical.
“Tell me first, and make it loud enough for me to hear,” he insisted.
“You can do anything you want,” I said.
“Louder, and who can I do anything to?”
“You can do anything you want to me, just please come inside,” I almost shouted. Jerry stepped through the door.
“Pretty dress - take it off,” he said.
Why did his arrogance turn me on? Telling the entire neighborhood he could do anything he wanted to me had been exciting. Being ordered to get naked caused me to ache for him."
"I can’t help myself around my husband’s bullying boss…whatever he wants from me, he takes. Then he demanded I take off my wet panties in the middle of a crowded dance floor when my husband was only a few feet away. I didn’t expect him to show them to Todd and brag about what he planned to do to me! Why does the possibility of getting caught excite me so much?
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After my shower I’d slipped on a long, light blue summer dress decorated with large white flowers. It was going to be a hot day and I didn’t plan on going anywhere, so I didn’t bother with underwear.
When the doorbell rang, I thought it was the delivery guy. I opened the door without looking and stepped back in surprise when I saw Jerry grinning at me.
“Is that how you treat your lover?” he asked. I backed up startled, my hand over my heart.
Jerry turned in a complete circle, checking to see if anyone was watching. “What will your neighbors say. ‘A strange man is standing in front of Pamela’s open door. I wonder who he is?’” Jerry mused.
“Please, come inside,” I begged him. I couldn’t afford a neighbor blabbing to my husband.
“Tell me what I can do to you, first,” he said.
“Please, just come inside,” I was in danger of becoming hysterical.
“Tell me first, and make it loud enough for me to hear,” he insisted.
“You can do anything you want,” I said.
“Louder, and who can I do anything to?”
“You can do anything you want to me, just please come inside,” I almost shouted. Jerry stepped through the door.
“Pretty dress - take it off,” he said.
Why did his arrogance turn me on? Telling the entire neighborhood he could do anything he wanted to me had been exciting. Being ordered to get naked caused me to ache for him."
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