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My husband wanted me to sleep with a black man. My bull wanted me to sleep with other black men. I did what they wanted with no complaints. I may not be complaining, but when do I get to do something just for myself?

I can’t say for sure that I adopted my rescue dog so I had an excuse to see Bettie at the dog park again. But if I’m being honest with you, or myself, that was definitely part of the reason I did. So when I ran into her after just a week of trekking uptown to our old haunt with my new mutt, I was thrilled to see her again. Even better, she seemed happy to see me, too.

I took to the club Marlon introduced me to like a duck takes to water. And everything that went on there. Everything. Too soon though, it wasn’t enough. So we moved on to bigger and better things. The biggest and the best things.

Part 1 - What is happening at the Penthouse Hotel? When Emily's husband suggested they visit the Hotel to find out, neither of them realize their life together was about to change. Their introduction to high-end prostitution, cuckolding, interracial relationships, and domination would be overwhelming, irresistible, and erotically intoxicating.

“He wants me to have his baby,” my seductive wife said to me. For years I loved my bachelorhood so much, I thought I’d never marry. Then I met Nadia. From the moment I first saw her, Nadia had me. But when I found out what she did for a living, I almost ended it. Until I realized how foolish I was being. That’s when life really got interesting. I had no idea being a cuckold would be so thrilling. Then Nadia’s bull put an end to all of that. And our lives were never the same again.

When Grace gets invited to an ‘experience’ south of the Mason-Dixon line, she’s more than a bit skeptical. She’s never visited the Confederate States of America in her life. But when her best friend talks her into going, she gets cautiously excited. It’s supposed to be a fun, enlightening experience, the likes of which she’s never contemplated.

Part 1 - Do whores make the best wives? Lauren is about to find out. After working part-time at the Penthouse Hotel (a.k.a. the Whore Hotel) for a year, Lauren is ready to settle down. Her mentor at the hotel introduces her to her future husband, but also to his future boss, who insists on getting to know Lauren intimately. As her new life spirals into unexpected complications, Lauren discovers a world that surprises her in ways she never imagined possible.

After ten years together I thought I knew my husband. I was wrong. Out of the blue, he surprised the hell out of me one night. He wanted me to open myself up to possibilities I never knew existed, not for a married woman. He explained about another lifestyle, another way of being married, another way of enjoying sex. Hotwife. He told me what he wanted, but he asked me what I would consider. We talked about so many things—how to start, what would change, and most importantly, what wouldn’t change.

What is a perfect cuckold? My husband. Perfect for me, at least, and isn’t that all that matters? Well, no, not really. But it’s a start. A very good one at that. So, let me tell you my story…

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off.

Grace has been delivered to the Athens Club, an exclusive group of rich men in Georgia. Men who take a special delight in owning and training girls from up North. Girls who have no experience with the slave industry. Girls like Grace, who is new to all this. But not for long.

It was supposed to be a day-trip, a fun and enlightening lark with friends from high school. But Grace’s world was shattered when she was pressed into the New Confederacy’s centuries-old system of human bondage. Now she finds herself being prepared to be auctioned to the highest bidder. For what purposes, she can only guess. None of them good.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about Club-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

My name is Fiona and this is the story of how my husband turned me into a BBC slut. Now I know what you’re thinking and no, I don’t mean a Big Black Cock slut, although that’s sort of true, too. What I’m talking about is the Black Bull Club. It’s a secret club of black men who act as bulls for hot wives and their cuckolds. I am a hotwife. My husband Mason is a cuckold. Lamar is my bull. This is my story.

When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

Grace’s life in the Anderson household is predictable and painful but not without merit. She is one of five slaves owned and stabled on the beautiful, sprawling estate. She’s well-fed, housed, even allowed to be intimate with other slaves. But she knows her best friend is nearby. She saw her on the street.

The Newbie “I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

After almost six months as a very active member of the White Hot Wives Club, I noticed something was missing. Although hundreds of men belonged to the club and dozens wanted to be with me, all of them were white. I’ve never been with a black man before but the Club had so changed my attitude toward sex that I’m ready for anything.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about CLUB-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive, and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

My life has changed so much since I joined the White Hot Wives Club. My husband is so much more attentive to my needs and I’m having more fun than ever with so many different men from such different walks of life. Until even that’s not enough.