Hotwife Voyeur Resort

I think this might be the best novella I’ve written. Of course it’s a hotwife book, do you even need to ask? The story starts when Mary learns that one of their friends likes to watch his wife having sex with other men. She tells her husband Bill about this discovery while having sex themselves. Probably not great timing since Bill blurts out that he wants to watch her with another man.

Mary is excited by the idea but, of course, tells him it will never happen. Before long, they’re making up stories to tell each other, stories about Mary having screwing other men while Bill becomes aroused watching.

Bill discovers a resort in the Caribbean devoted to hotwives and the husbands who love to watch them. After a great deal of hesitation, Mary agrees to visit and the couple fly into a beautiful tropical resort. White sands, palm trees, and naked people doing each other.

Mary is introduced, not just to sex with other men, but sex with other women, sex with well endowed black men, and anal sex. All to the delight of her husband.

If you’re looking for a quick read with a lot of nasty goings-on, this book is for you.

Here’s an excerpt: Mary turned to me, “I guess our questions are about to be answered. Are you ready?”

My wife was gorgeous—shiny dark hair, a face that could have easily graced the cover of a fashion magazine, and a spectacularly, perfect, naked body. Mary was excited, not only did her labored breathing give her away, but so did the glimmering, wet look between her legs.

“You’re ready, Mary,” I said as she released her hold on my semi-hard member. “Let’s do it.”

The resort featured walking paths which wandered through lawns that looked like a fine golf course. The paths continued through heavy, jungle-like foliage, interspaced with more manicured lawns and sandy areas with groves of widely spaced, palm trees. The effect was a visual stimulation.

On our short walk, we passed one couple on a towel spread on the grass. She was a slim, blonde woman, I guessed in her mid-thirties. She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, as a large black man on top of her. She kept up a running commentary for the benefit of a man with a slight paunch, standing next to them. I took him to be her husband.

“He’s so big, Mark,” she said as he pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her husband was stroking himself as he watched. “He’s already lasted longer than you can.”

Her husband seemed to really like her last comment as he groaned and stroked even harder. As his wife wrapped her legs around the black man’s back, more people stopped to watch. She stopped talking as she concentrated on her black lover. Her husband had to release his erection turn away to calm himself down.

After the black man finished and left, she lay on the blanket and asked the crowd if anyone wanted sloppy seconds. A young white man accepted her invitation and took his place between her thighs. As I put my arm around Mary’s shoulders, I could feel her shaking.

“Bill, I’m so turned on right now. I’ve never seen anything like that. I want to be her. Are you okay with this?”

We watched as the pale white butt rose and fell, pushing grunts out of the older woman. Her husband turned back to watch her new lover in action. The sight was too much for him as he finished on the grass near her head.

“If we stay, I’ll join her.” Mary pulled me away. “Let’s go to the bar by the beach.”

As we walked away, Mary whispered to me, “I can feel the breeze on my thighs, they’re so wet.”

Next to the outside bar was a casual eating area, serviced from the main restaurant. Tables and chairs had been set up on a wooden patio which featured a view of the beach and the endless ocean. Food and drink were also available on the beach as young, native waitresses moved around, order pads in hand.

People were standing around the outside bar when we arrived, talking to each other or just watching the bodies on the beach. When Mary walked up, eyes focused on her. Two men turned to talk to my wife, and I moved away to look at the naked women sunbathing just a few feet away, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

By the time I turned back to the bar, Mary was in deep conversation with a well-built, young, white man who was at the bar alone. I moved closer to them and ordered another drink.