Best Hotwife Erotica 2: Tricks and Treats by Kenny Wright & Arnica Butler & Ben Boswell & Max Sebastian & Kirsten McCurran

Author:Kenny Wright & Arnica Butler & Ben Boswell & Max Sebastian & Kirsten McCurran [Wright, Kenny]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: KW Publishing
Published: 2016-10-04T04:00:00+00:00

Fishing is an excerpt from Arnica Butler’s upcoming novel, Body of Research.

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A Dark and Stormy Night

Ben Boswell

The driveway was long and smooth, even though unpaved. Curving, it climbed slowly up the hill, bracketed by thick oaks, intruded upon by hedges that seemed intent on bursting over the stone walls demarcating the adjacent fields that now contained a few stray cows or sheep, but which mostly felt abandoned.

The afternoon was wearing on. The sun, meager already in central Massachusetts in late October, was contending with a thickening sky, soupy and grey, that blotted out any hope of a sunset. The air was warm and humid, not cold nor raw as the date would suggest. Dying Indian summer, rather than even a whiff of winter, though that would come soon enough.

Diane was staring out the window silently. She did that a lot. There was something about a car ride that seemed to bring out the pensive side of her. Not that she was particularly boisterous even when not staring through a glass pane at the countryside. Quiet. Bookish. But also warm. Sweet. Empathetic.

Rich placed his hand on his wife’s jean-clad knee. She turned to him and smiled.

“Better than Salem, right?” he said.

She placed her hand on his. “Much.”

Salem, famed of course for the witch trials, was party-central on Halloween. Crowded. Loud. Boozy. Mardi Gras without any of New Orleans’ charms. Just a bunch of drunken Boston louts, their harsh accents exacerbated by too much booze. It shouldn’t have been Diane’s scene at all, but she had an unaccountably fond feeling about that night. The energy, the palpable sense of mayhem. It had been fun to observe, though she knew those same things had put Rich on edge.

“We could have just stayed home,” she suggested.

Rich felt his throat tighten. Anything but that. “And have all those kids constantly ringing the doorbell?”

Diane laughed. “I think they’re cute.”

“Until the older ones come out and throw eggs at everything.”

She nodded, though again, she couldn’t quite see why Rich seemed so put out. “We’ll still have to clean it when we get back.”

“But in the meantime, we get to sleep in at a lovely old farmhouse and go for a walk through hills and fields.”

“No complaints from me,” she replied.

The house popped into view over the next hill. Less farmhouse than surprisingly located Victoria, tall and angular, though softened with an absurd circular tower that rose high above the rest of the house. A quirky fancy added to a peculiar home.

Diane giggled. “Someone had a sense of humor.”

“It’s not that bad,” Rich replied.

She covered her mouth. “Oh God, you don’t see it?”

And then he did and laughed. With the curved gables on the roof below, and at just the right angle, the tower did take on the appearing of a man’s genitals. They drove on and the illusion faded. Just a particularly unlucky perspective.

Despite his laugh, Rich looked at his wife anxiously. She wasn’t usually one for ribald humor.

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