Best Hotwife Erotica: Summer Confessions Read online

  Table Of Contents

  About The Authors

  Foreword ~ Arnica Butler

  Madeleine Performs ~ Max Sebastian

  Cat Unleashed ~ Kirsten McCurran

  An Unconventional Summer ~ Kenny Wright

  Laura Abroad ~ Arnica Butler

  Summer Reunion ~ Ben Boswell

  More From Best Hotwife Erotica Authors

  About The Authors

  Ben Boswell

  Ben is your typical family man with a wife and kids and an overactive imagination. He is a longtime reader and author of erotic fiction. He writes in genres that he finds exciting and arousing. Most of his stories are in the naughty wife, wife-watching genre, though occasionally he ventures into other subject matter.

  He has written several pieces of longer-form fiction.

  For more information on future projects, visit http://www.benboswell.com and his author page at Amazon. You can send him an email at [email protected].

  Arnica Butler

  Arnica is a wife and mother who lives on a farm and writes steamy hotwife erotica by day. She likes large dogs, non-craft beer, and police procedurals in foreign languages. On all other matters, she tends to be a closed book.

  Please contact Arnica at @ArnicaButler on Twitter or through the http://www.thirteenthline.com/ website to give her reader feedback. She loves to hear what you think!

  Kirsten McCurran

  Kirsten McCurran is the nom de plume of an average thirtysomething woman with a dirty mind and the drive to share her vivid fantasies. She is especially interested in tales of women like her, who are tempted by the forbidden and give in—only to discover the complications that can cause. Like many of her characters, Kirsten lives in the ‘burbs and has a loving husband and a couple of children, so she understands how difficult it might be for one of her characters to balance a real life with her erotic adventures. Her neighbors may be scandalized to discover what is going on in her head, but Kirsten’s husband fully approves, and even lends a hand in the creative process where he can.

  Kirsten has written over 30 ebooks, all of which can be found on Amazon. Some are available in other formats on BN.com and Smashwords. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached on Twitter @kirstenmccurran or by email at [email protected].

  Max Sebastian

  Max Sebastian writes sizzling hot, romantic erotic stories that challenge the conventional boundaries of modern relationships, featuring naughty wives and insatiable girlfriends, along with the husbands or boyfriends who adore them.

  His stories explore themes including female empowerment, dominance and submission, trust and true love, with couples learning to explore their filthiest fantasies together, ultimately searching for their happy ever after.

  Max is a thirty-something author and former journalist who lives with his wife and two young children in London, England.

  You can also find Max online at MaxSebastian.net, on Twitter @MaxSebastian, on Facebook at facebook.com/writermax, and on GoodReads at http://www.goodreads.com/maxsebastian.

  And, you're always very welcome to contact Max by emailing [email protected].

  KennyWright

  Kenny is just a guy who writes what he likes to read: steamy, explicit erotica that's just crazy enough to be true. He writes romantic erotica. He writes about characters that he likes, and endings that feel natural. He writes stories where husbands watch their wives get naughty. He writes about MILFs and erotic games and loss of innocence. He believes in a world where men read and appreciate erotica, and hopes to contribute to it word by word.

  Liked what you read? Have an idea for something else? Drop him a line. He can be reached at [email protected], or if you're more the voyeur, find me on Twitter at @kennywriter, Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/kennywriter, or at http://www.kennywriter.com.

  Foreword

  When I first began writing hotwife erotica, the four authors included in this anthology were the “gold standard,” so to speak, of the genre. I read these authors for inspiration and motivation, and aspired to write the genre as well as they do. I never imagined that I would someday be part of a collaboration with such excellent writers, so this anthology is a very special project for me to be a part of. It's also a special honor to edit and compile the first volume.

  I want to thank all of these authors for their support and encouragement, but I think all of us would concur that special thanks should be given to Kenny Wright, who works generously and selflessly to support promising authors in this genre.

  I also want to applaud the work of these authors, and their insistence on quality in a market where it is very tempting to cut corners. Each and every work by these authors is well-crafted, sizzling, literary erotica. We've compiled these short stories for you either as a thank-you (if you're a longtime fan), or as a seduction (if you're a new reader).

  If you enjoy what you read (and we know that you will), then give our other works a try. Links to a selection of the authors' works appear at the end of each story, but please visit our (linked) author pages, because we didn't include all of our work, in order to avoid spamming our readers.

  We also hope you'll visit our new website, Hotwifebooks.com, where Kenny has compiled links to all of our books, on all of the platforms where they are published, to make it convenient and easy for you to find the best in hotwife erotica from the best writers in the genre.

  Without further ado...please enjoy what we have no qualms claiming as The Best Hotwife Erotica.

  Arnica Butler

  Madeleine Performs

  A Short Story

  by Max Sebastian

  "There should be a law forcing men to wear speedos."

  "International law, I take it, since we’re in Antigua?"

  "Of course. I mean, women give men plenty to look at when they’re in swimsuits."

  They were on vacation. It had been a long time since they’d been on vacation. Hugo had forced it upon his beloved wife, because he was of the opinion that she was far too focused on her work. Things were taking off for her, that was true enough. But she needed a break.

  It was nice that she had agreed so readily.

  It was nice that she had packed the tiniest little bikinis he’d ever seen, and was now lying here by the pool outside their villa in the Neptune Antigua resort looking mouthwateringly good.

  It was nice that she felt free to smile at handsome guys as they wandered past, obviously checking her out, wishing she wasn’t so obviously part of a couple. Nice that she could point out to her husband the men she liked the look of across the other side of the pool.

  "Those guys are giving you plenty to see."

  "You don’t get it: usually the guys who actually wear speedos are the guys who really shouldn’t."

  "So your new international law would have to have a serious caveat, right?"

  "Okay. If your penis is this small or smaller, you don’t have to wear speedos."

  It gave Hugo Finnell hope. Because as well as it being a while since they’d taken a vacation, it had been a while since his beautiful wife had done anything to take advantage of the freedom he had given her to see other men. You could almost say they’d become like a conventional couple.

  While he still thought almost every day about the wild things they’d done at the tail-end of their twenties, when they’d first moved to New York, it seemed like Madeleine rarely thought about it these days.

  True enough, she had been devoting most of he
r energies to her work. Her small publishing business had been taking off, reaching whole new levels. There was a new office, a growing roster of staff members. New clients, and new opportunities all to direct. Hugo himself had stepped up the career ladder, to manage a whole department at his PR firm in the city. Then came the move out of New York, to a beautiful if somewhat small house in Connecticut. There were even thoughts of possibly having children.

  Life was getting in the way.

  There simply wasn’t time for Madeleine to date other guys, to enjoy the full sexual freedoms granted by her devoted husband. Sure, they still talked about it — occasionally, when they were all sweaty in bed together — but recently, it had been less and less often.

  Hugo had started worrying that his gorgeous wife was getting a little too successful in business, a little too mature in her attitudes to life and their relationship.

  But here she was, lying out there under the Caribbean sun, palm trees shivering in the gentle breeze above, candidly gazing at the gym-toned college-age bodies hanging out on the other side of the pool, nearest to the cocktail bar.

  "You’d have to have somebody to enforce your new international law," he chuckled.

  "Oh, sure. People like me."

  "You’d do it?"

  "Oh, I’d drop everything and sign up," she gently scratched at her knee, but it really only had the effect of drawing Hugo’s gaze down her stunning figure, which might not have enjoyed much sun just yet, but was still just breathtaking to behold. She was his perpetual goddess, and even his private, secret fantasies were filled with her long, blonde hair, those wicked, dark eyes, her pretty face strewn with pixie freckles, her full breasts, those pink nipples stark against her pale skin, the sensual curves of her body, leading the eyes down between her thighs to her perfectly smooth mound, her devilishly hairless pussy.

  He’d been surprised that she’d agreed so readily to the vacation. Thought she’d object, tell him that she had no time for lounging around a beach, or tearing down a ski mountain. But she’d squealed and hugged him the moment he’d suggested it, acknowledging just how badly she needed the break after turning into a full-on workaholic.

  But what would she feel about the sexual fantasy that was increasingly taking control of Hugo’s dreams — that she might take up the philosophy of What Happens on Vacation Stays on Vacation, and be tempted into a little sexy infidelity while at the resort?

  "I’d patrol the beach. Any guys like that…" she was saying now, pointing across the azure blue water of the pool at the buff college studs, "I’d order them to strip off right there and then."

  "Strip off? But your law wouldn’t require nudity."

  "I’d give them little emergency thongs to wear, until they could get the appropriate tight swimsuits."

  The resort was perfect. It was all self-contained, with an array of pools and various guest villas dotted around between them. Plenty of palm trees overhead, a nice beach if you wanted some ocean time, a few fairly decent restaurants. They didn’t want to explore the island, they didn’t want to sample local delicacies and enjoy the local culture. They wanted warm sunshine, comfortable sun loungers, an easy dip in the cool water and easy nourishment. They wanted to relax, nothing else. Oh, and some good poolside cocktails, if you were asking.

  Expensive, but then it was a Neptune resort. And Madeleine’s business was doing so well, they could afford the occasional luxury.

  "You’d get too tempted by all the nice young college guys wearing tight trunks. You’d never manage to patrol the whole beach in time."

  "I’d have a team to help me."

  "And how would you enforce the penis-length stipulation?"

  Madeleine laughed. "I’d have to get out there and measure them."

  Hugo was actually surprised how well Madeleine forgot about her work here, and let her hair down while they enjoyed the heat and the peace of the resort and the beach. He could happily go without thinking about his day job, simply glancing over at his pretty wife as she lay out there in next to nothing. But he’d feared she might take her laptop with them on vacation, and spend all day every day peering at the numbers, emailing the clients, worrying about the sales.

  Instead, she was just lusting after the other resort guests.

  "You’re going to be a cougar some day, Mrs. Finnell."

  He loved how easily she smiled, how it filled the world with brightness when she did. "Who’s to say I’m not one now? How old do you have to be?"

  "I would’ve said forty and up."

  "But you don’t think I could date one of those 21-year-olds, and be considered a cougar at 35?"

  "I’d have to see it first."

  "Naughty."

  Most people would probably want an empty resort to truly relax, but Hugo and Madeleine enjoyed the people watching enabled by this thriving place. There were plenty of families around, but there were also a lot of beautiful people, and a healthy enough selection of college students to make you wonder if Spring Break had been deferred to the summer for some reason.

  "Hey, you think those guys are twins?"

  Hugo followed her gaze and saw two large, highly fit young men among the college group who regularly hung around the pool nearest their room. He’d seen them around, he’d even taken a second look at how ripped they were — both of them, identical as could be. Did twins have to do exactly the same amount of working out in order to look the same like that?

  "I think they must be." He saw her lift her sunglasses to check them out, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. "Don’t tell me, you’re curious what they might be like in bed."

  "Of course," Madeleine laughed. The sound alone made her husband’s insides warm up by at least a degree.

  "You’re wondering which one is better in bed."

  Both of the twins were wearing long swim trunks that came down beneath their knees, but even if they weren’t wearing speedos, you could tell they were stowing beasts of significant size in there.

  "Well, now I am."

  "Okay," Hugo chuckled, "let me guess: you were thinking about what they might be like… together. If they even would sleep with someone together."

  She wrinkled her nose, a touch disappointed that he could apparently read her so easily.

  "No," she said, but she was blushing and smiling, and both of them knew she was telling a little white lie, "you just take it too literally that I’m your favorite porn star."

  "You should go ask them."

  "Maybe I will."

  "No time like the present."

  And just like that she was on her feet, stretching out, and then adjusting her bikini this way and that so that she looked just perfect — shifting the top a little around her breasts, pulling up on the waistband of her bottoms to ensure they were tight against her sex and that cute butt of hers. Hugo felt his heart beating a little faster, at the thought she might actually go and introduce herself to those college guys.

  "You should take off your wedding ring," he said.

  Madeleine turned to look at him, a serious note on her pretty face, asking him silently if he was really sure about this, whether he knew that if she took off her rings, and posed as a single girl, those twins might really want to make a play for her.

  "Go on," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood, though his insides were all aflutter in a way they hadn’t been for a while.

  She smiled, and stepped toward him, giving him a glorious view of her trim body in that tiny swimsuit, all primed and ready for other men to lust over. "You’re the best husband in the world, did I ever tell you that?"

  He chuckled at her flattery, but inside it warmed him up to feel her excitement, her gratitude, her love. Then he watched her sauntering over to the other side of the pool, to where the twins in question were ordering mojitos at the cocktail bar, and it felt like Christmas.

  If they were 21, then the twins were newly legal in the States, and the whole group of those college guys
seemed to be drinking as though they’d only recently joined the club. Hey, it allowed Madeleine to mingle with the crowd easily enough.

  Hugo watched her sidle up to those guys and strike up conversation as easily as if they’d been old friends. Well, she was a highly fanciable female, and actually you could look at her and believe she was a college student herself, even a decade after graduation.

  From this distance, Madeleine’s white bikini looked almost as though she was wearing only underwear to flirt with them. And it really didn’t leave anything of her body to the imagination. Delicious.

  It had been a while, but there was that familiar little tickle inside him, the faint burn of jealousy and excitement blending like the most delectable cocktail ever devised. The sight of Madeleine flirting with other men never got old. Even after the things she’d done, the things he’d seen her do.

  When one of the twins put a mischievous hand on her rear, though, it wasn’t Hugo who gasped.

  He turned his head to find a youngish couple — younger than them, at any rate — lying there on sun loungers much closer than he’d realized. They couldn’t have failed to overhear his conversation with his wife. The young woman, a pretty brunette in a fairly conservative but nevertheless appealing green, one-piece swimsuit, was fairly openly staring across the pool at Madeleine, and she did not seem to approve of what was going on.

  The guy with her — boyfriend or husband, Hugo couldn’t see their ring fingers — looked faintly confused, though not so judgmental.

  Hugo just smiled and lay back to watch Madeleine flirting. They probably should have been a little more discreet in their conversation, but he wasn’t going to care about what people around them thought of them. They were on vacation. He wasn’t going to see anyone but Madeleine again, so who cared? Right now, the more pressing issue was the clear delight on the faces of the twin college guys that Madeleine was even talking to them — and the way they were flirting right back.

  Madeleine could really turn it on when she wanted to — her dazzling smile, the sparks in her eyes, the way she pushed up her chest and arched her back, the way she toyed with her long, silky blonde hair, the way she occasionally tilted her hips, or put a hand on her waist, all subtly designed to draw the eye to her breathtaking figure.