Megyn For The Win: A Romantic Hotwife Novel by Arnica Butler

Author:Arnica Butler
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Thirteenth Line Publications
Published: 2017-03-04T23:00:00+00:00

Megyn was wearing a tight-fitting black skirt and a white silk blouse with a slouched, loose cowl neck, a pretty wardrobe choice from her days at work eight years ago – and amazingly, she still fit into it. In fact, her body seemed even tighter beneath the material.

At my request, she had started wearing thigh-high stockings, like the ones from her date with Max Riley. When she had sat down in the car next to me, I had taken the liberty of pushing her skirt up a little to catch a glimpse of the lacy elastic border that encircled her thigh.

We didn’t say much as we drove to her old office, situated in one of those many parts of the city that had once been very “bad,” and was now half-trendy, in an old warehouse. I pulled up at the curb and looked around.

Today, three weeks into her new job, was an exciting day for both of us. She expected to see Max Riley in the office at some point.

She tugged on her skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Don’t expect miracles,” she said, and I could see she was losing a bit of confidence.

She glanced at me as she snapped the sun-visor mirror back into place. “He’s a movie star, after all.”

I knew things about Megyn that I had decided to keep to myself at this point. I knew that she had done a lot of searches about Max Riley since the night we had agreed – the night I had told her what I wanted her to do. In her searches, and the pages she visited, her desire for him was evident.

I looked up and down my pretty wife. I knew I was playing with fire here – particularly, particularly because the guy was famous.

But I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even want to try.

I put a hand on Megyn’s knee.

Since deciding to go ahead with this plan, our sex life had gotten wild and delicious. Every day was a thrill, and Megyn was easy to ripen nearly every night.

I slide my finger down her thigh, and she sucked in her breath and looked straight ahead. The sidewalk had a few passers-by milling about on it, and I knew she didn’t want to attract any attention to the fact that her husband was sliding his finger up her thigh, pressing his pinkie against the center of her underwear.

I smiled when the tip of my finger reported that her panties were damp with her excitement.

Her chest rose and fell a little faster.

We leaned over and kissed each other, like an ordinary suburban couple, in an ordinary suburban marriage – not like the two people we were, about to embark on a wild adventure that would hopefully end with her doing all sorts of depraved things with Max Riley while I watched.

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