Even though it scared him, Brad wanted his beautiful wife, Isabella, to cheat on him. He planned always to leave her unfulfilled, then to introduce her to his friend Mike as a test. He knew Mike had a way with women, but Brad wasn't ready for the hold Mike soon had on Isabella. It wasn't long before he discovered that his wife was being shared at work, and that she was a size queen.

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It had been hours since I'd watched Isabella join J.B. in the limo, and I was going a little crazy. My wife had walked out the door wearing next to nothing, and I had a vision of J.B. with his hand touching Isabella as the long car pulled away from the curb in front of our house.

When the limo left, I happened to look at the large, three-story house directly across from ours. Wayne, our neighbor, had a huge smile on his face as he waved at me and started over. Wayne was dressed in his usual suburban weekend wear, shorts and a T-shirt.

"Howdy, Brad. Where's the wife off to? That's a pretty impressive ride; she must be going somewhere important."

Not that it was any of Wayne's business, but I had no time to think up a good lie. "It's some shindig connected to her work."

"Doesn't she work at one of the big auto dealers?" I admitted that Isabella was the head of accounting at Bennet Auto, and Wayne continued, looking at me strangely.

"Then she must be going to the automobile dealers' association dinner at the country club. I've heard about those dinners; you must have a lot of trust in Isabella to let her go to that get-together."

"Of course I trust her, why? What have you heard?"

"I've heard that it turns into a big orgy after all the ... what's the right word here? After the squares have gone home. Who was that in the car with her?"

I wasn't prepared for Wayne's knowledge of the Association fundraiser, and I wasn't ready for his question. Without time to think of a different answer, I said, "J.B. Bennet."

"Well," Wayne said as he stared down the street at the departed limo. He was tapping his hands against his legs and looked deep in thought before he said, "I didn't know Isabella was a hotwife."

Wayne turned to look at me, and suddenly he didn't look quite so silly in his loud checked Bermuda shorts and Goofy tee-shirt. "Or that you were a cuckold. What's your plan for tonight? Are you just going to pace around and try to imagine what's happening with your wife?"

I think my mouth was hanging open. Wayne had figured everything out in minutes. "Wayne, let's keep this to ourselves."

"That depends on you, Brad. How would you and Isabella like to have dinner at our place Sunday night?" He wasn't asking a question; he was giving an order.

Wayne may have been dressed like a goofball, but he wasn't one. He'd gone to college on a football scholarship, and if it hadn't been for a knee injury, he would have been drafted by the pros. Wayne had stayed in good shape and wasn't bad-looking. His wife, while petite, was a former big-school cheerleader and still had the looks that once attracted television cameras seeking a 'honey shot.'

I've always been a reader. Even as a young man, I challenged myself to finish every book I started?a challenge that accidentally included some dense material. But the rewards were worth it.

It wasn't until I discovered a Penthouse magazine "Call Me Madam" column by Xaviera Hollander that my eyes were opened to a life style called "Hotwife." The letter was written by a man who enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other men?I'd found what I'd been looking for.

Later I discovered books by some incredible authors published on the internet, and what had been an interest became an obsession. One of those books was so good, I had to stop reading every page or two to give my heart a rest. The hook was in; I had to write my own thoughts and experiences.

I've been fortunate to be in enough real-life situations to know what it's like to enjoy the pain, jealousy, and sexual excitement having a real "hotwife" can bring. Hopefully, those experiences add some realism to my stories.

At first I wrote short stories, some of them pretty bad, for sites such as Literotica and Alt.Sex.Stories. Some twenty or so short stories later, I decided to write longer, more polished versions in novella form.

I've been gratified by the number of readers who have bought my books, and enjoy the same blend of stomach-turning fear mixed with outrageous erotic pleasure a hotwife lifestyle can bring.

I hope you enjoy my books; I'm always happy to hear from my readers.