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DITW 11-8: Dark Desires

Josh’s heart needed tender care. The hurt radiated from his eyes. Her husband was lost again. He’d folded himself over and over in the sticky dough of his own strange desires. She thumbed the soft skin of his cheekbones, just under his eyes.

“I’ll tell you, if you want to know.”

Josh struggled against her calm demeanor, challenging it. “That’s why I asked you.”

“I’ll tell you, but we have to stop.”

Josh looked befuddled for a moment, unde...

DITW 11-7: Revelations

Kimmy told him she’d done nothing. “It was Devlin.”

It was always Devlin. Even Kimmy could blame him. But that was better than her blaming her husband. If she accused him, it would be too much to bear. He wanted so much to know it all. Wanted to ask her, but was he really ready for the truth?

He caressed her neck and thumbed her strong jawline while Kimmy’s face turned away from the window, away from the light, her eyes closed. She said, “He undressed me.”

It was...

DITW 11-6: Shortcomings

“I didn’t show it to him. But he saw me in it.”

Disbelief and outrage intertwined, and his lips popped. He shook his head. “He watched you change?”

She nodded, lips pursed, knowing it was wrong, and knowing he had a right to be angry, but unbothered anyhow.

He bolted up to stand. “Like, what the fuck is going on, Kimmy? How can you tell me that? You can’t work for him anymore. And you can’t expect me to accept you working there. I haven’t fucking s...

DITW 11-5: Sheer

Someone familiar handled a head of lettuce, twenty feet away, far end of the produce department. It was Hyun, by herself, no Sophie.

A strange urge to flee bothered her. Why wouldn’t she want to see Hyun? The urge to flee came clearer: the last time she’d seen Hyun was in the front hall of the apartment, after a fun night out together, dinner drinks and karaoke, then Josh coming home and presenting a pair of panties to her he shouldn’t have. That’s why. It had nothing to do with...

DITW 11-4: Two Lips

Once he’d painted her mouth, he admired her, admired his handiwork, his hand on her throat, soft but so big and strong. He tossed the expensive lipstick to the marble behind her. She watched him through narrowed eyes, wishing the way his gaze worked over her didn’t turn her on so much. She closed her eyes, turned her face away from him, leaning back, leaning out of his reach, her butt touching the counter.

With her hands on the counter, she bowed her head, back to Devlin, eyes still...

DITW 11-3: Blood Red

Devlin held her hand and they marched westward on Yorkville, heading to Avenue Road and she resisted him at last, demanding to know where they were going. Devlin told her The Hazelton, the hotel where they were meeting Benny Chan, and she said, “It’s too early. We didn’t eat,” and stopped on the sidewalk, the high noon sun coming straight down on them.

Devlin didn’t let her hand go. “Early’s better than late,” he said, and she winced at the reminder of those two pink lin...

DITW 11-2: Bonjoubar

Devlin revolted her. The snide look on his face showing the arrogant domination he played at. But what she hated most was how he’d beaten her. She’d gambled so much, risked it all—and lost. Losing the sanctity of her marriage and the vigor of her husband was only one component to her misery. She’d also lost the battle with this man she thought little of. The realization brought a chuckle to her throat, but it was quashed by the sudden horror that Devlin knew she had been in h...

Summer Swap 6-13

Lily said the first go at the spinner was Cheyenne and Byron’s team, the order being clockwise from the game master.

Lily said to them, “Want me to spin for you? It’ll be easier than passing this card around from player to player.” She waggled the cardboard spinner. “It’s kind of flimsy.”

Byron said, “Spin for us, Lily,” and reclined on his sofa with an arm over the back.

Arlo read a sheet of directions, sitting on the small sofa behind Lily. “Okay, the f...

Devil In The Waters: Book 11. Immaculate Conception // Chapter 1. Pink Lines

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 21

The fan roared in the quiet tomb of their master bathroom. Alone and sitting on the toilet, elbows on knees, she stared at the marker, believing and disbelieving the story it told. Two pink lines mean you’re pregnant. How was she pregnant? How on earth was it even possible? She’d been careful. In the time before she’d gone back on Ortho-Tri-Cyclen, Josh had worn condoms every time, hadn’t he? But Josh’s condom usage was not any ki...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 11)

Now it was just him and the guy his wife fucked, alone in the room together. He looked up to the bed to see his wife’s giant over laying there prostrate and satisfied, his wife draining him the way she usually did for him. There was a nice edge of jealousy, not sickly, but a strange kind that had him smirking.

Dragan stirred now, big hand coming up to smooth back his hair. “You gotta be the luckiest guy I know.”

“Me? Huh, yeah,” Adrian said. “You got that right.”

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 10)

She panted and moaned, struggling to keep her eyes focused. The image of Adrian jumping up like a wet and warbled mirage. She squeaked, “What are you doing?” alarmed by his bolting, worried that out of all the things she and Dragan had done so far, seeing her legs butterflied and her pussy gored was the last and final straw.

Adrian growled and clapped his hands, stomping one foot on the floor, like a drunk on St. Paddy’s dancing a jig. “Nothing,” he croaked, his voice pinched ...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 9)

The size of the guy’s cock was the obvious reason Dragan belonged to a high-profile sex club. If Adrian had a rod like that, he’d join a sex club, too, just for the sole purpose of swanking it around, showing it off to timid beauties, hell, even the brazen ones, for sure the biggest one any of them had ever seen. How many girls had Dragan bedded? How many young ladies had he annihilated with that whopper?

And that was the question he considered now, Dragan querying the use of a cond...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 8)

Like in the back of a limo, that’s what she was thinking. Handsome Dragan in his tux, her in that prom dress her mother picked out for her, the dress getting a right and nasty violation, hiked up around her daughter’s waist and the basketball bad boy, tattooed Yugoslavian giant was violating her young Willow’s virgin pussy with his enormous tongue. Her arms swept above her head and snatched pillows. She tucked her chin, looked down her tummy, disbelieving this was even real. No limo, bu...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 7)

Willow had gone from nervous to excited, and it thrilled him. But the idea she’d orchestrated this was ludicrous. “Oh, get out of here,” he said.

“Adrian, sweetheart,” she said, sympathetic to her husband’s naivete, smoothing her hands on his shoulders, showing him patience, pretending to be his superior. Oh, shit. He suddenly believed it. “I accepted the invitation to this party before you ever received the gold card. That invitation was a formality.”

He ...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 6)

ONE MONTH BEFORE THE INVITATION ARRIVED

Adrian’s manager showed up at the dog park with his French Bulldog named Corky. Willow watched him from the sandy park, Pooter and Argyle tromping and sniffing and wrestling, Corky under his arm while he automated his Mercedes’s convertible top to close in case any Laurel Canyon birds wanted to shit on his leather upholstery.

When he got closer, she waved, and he headed her way, setting Corky down in the sand, but Corky didn’t run off,...

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 5)

She laughed and went to him, smoothing her hands on his chest. In her heels she looked down on him. “I knew you’d change your mind.”

Adrian held her wrists, still serious Adrian, his dark blue eyes on hers. “I’m not changing my mind, Willow. I just… I want to know what’s going on. Who is he to you?”

“Dragan? He’s nobody, Adrian,” she said.

“It doesn’t sound like it.”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing.”

“Tell me, Willow.”

The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 4)

She stepped away from Dragan, turning around, her eyes alive and all-seeing. This surprise had energized her. This whole day she’d worried how tonight would go; how weird she would feel alone in a room with a strange man. Sure, Dragan was a stranger to her, but they’d shared an amazing evening together in the most vulnerable time of her life. She said to him, “Look at you, all grown up.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

She held her arms out, liking this hot and...

Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 3)

ONE MONTH AGO

After a long and stressful day on the set, he got home at ten at night to find Willow waiting up for him, watching TV in the family room of their Hollywood Hills bungalow, Bird Streets, view of silver-twinkling nighttime L.A. out the window wall. Willow looked cuddly and adorable, wearing her old comfy white college hoody, the Swarthmore logo fading after a decade of washings. Below the comfy top, she wasn’t adorable—she was pure sex appeal. She wore skimpy cotton shor...

Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 2)

Dragan narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her. “Refresh my memory.”

Willow laughed. “It’s not coming to you, is it?”

“I’m thinking.”

She said, “You’re a big deal to me. Or you were at one time.”

This confounded him, and he shook his head like he wanted to rattle the revelation loose. “I’m just not getting it.”

“Think harder,” she said. “It would have been, oh… ten years ago.”

“My rookie year?”

She shook ...

Shortcomings

Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Intro & Chapter 1)

For the next week or so, I'm taking a break to regroup from the emotional nightmare called Devil In The Waters (whew!), and in that time I'm going to be publishing here for you all my entry in the Hotwife Key Party series, featuring books by Paul Garland, GK Grayson, Anya Knightly, Delores Swallows, Jordan Riley, Kirsten McCurran, Lacey Cross, Max Sebastian, and Zoey Adams.

Each of the books from one of these writers tells the tale of a Malibu hotwife key party centering around their ow...

Summer Swap 6-12

Early evening, full bellies, sun going down, drinks in hand, everyone aware that tonight they would play some games together. He was sure they would be naughty games, all their business out in the open and no one to protect anymore.

Byron sat on the sofa, assessing his friends. Scarlet and Chey weren’t talking. Scarlet was mad at Chey for something, and Chey was mad at her. Chey was mad at him, too, though she wouldn’t admit it. Paloma and Philippe were giving Sully and Scarlet the ...

DITW 10-20: Darkness

Josh’s lips met hers, and her husband’s renewed strength conjured excitement. Gone was the timidity, the hollow, fragile man, whose eyes roamed dull and unseeing. His grip on her neck was strong, his kiss direct, his cock hard. Hard without any performance from her. Josh didn’t need dirty encouragement. He’d come home from a casual night out with his cousin, already thinking of his wife and the things he wanted to do to her.

Josh prowled over her on all fours, clawing the beddin...

DITW 10-19: Heavy Cargo

The shock found him at last, looping off the 401 highway into Ajax, moving along Kingston, the Tim Hortons sign lit up on his right, twenty-feet high.

What had just happened?

How low had he sunk?

He pulled into the Tims because his hands were shaking. Fuck, everything was shaking. First thing he thought, driving near the end of the drive-thru lineup, was he had to get the panties off. He had to get them off right fucking now. He didn’t need a coffee, and ...

Summer Swap 6-11

Cody watched her tease his growing penis, smiling, eyes twinkling with adventure. He looked around a moment, then said to her, “When these cleaners get out of here, why don’t we take this inside?”

She could take his offer as a deterrent for her to quit playing with his privates, a reminder to her that there were people nearby, but she didn’t think that was his intent. He really would go inside with her and spend some time pursuing pleasure. She said, “That’s a great idea,”...

DITW 10-18: Flight

He looked at Devlin, jaw clenched. “There. Does this make you fucking happy?”

Devlin frowned, squinted, leaning away like he needed glasses, looking down and trying to make out in the dim of his living room whether he’d worn them. He looked to Josh, a small smirk to one side. “Are those the panties?”

“They are,” he said with a measure of defiance, hoping in some way seeing a man humiliated but standing straight might show Devlin how ashamed he should be, making the r...

SUMMER SWAP: Philippe

DITW 10-17: Unveiling

Reality thumped him like the world’s biggest pillow swung by a giant. He staggered aside, put out a hand in case he would fall, but made it to the couch and fell sitting on it. He grabbed his hair and pulled. “You fingered my wife?” He couldn’t even feel the couch, could feel nothing, as if he floated, or as if some part of his nervous system, the tangle of important cables strung in his spinal column, had been snipped by sharp scissors. Disconnected. Empty. Lost.

Devlin reacted...

DITW 10-16: Branch Chain

Friday night he found himself in a place he’d never imagined he’d be: in the visitor’s parking outside Devlin Stone’s apartment, looking to meet with Devlin behind Kimmy’s back. It was like he was guilty of the same thing Kimmy was. But he was drawn here by the cruelest torment. His own. His own desires had brought him out in the warm September rain, engine idling, windshield wipers arming droplets off the windshield in regulated intervals while he searched for the resolve to do wha...

DITW 10-15: Ghosts & Spirits

What a ridiculous thing to do, but still, it was the best option. She closed Devlin’s apartment door behind her and listened, standing in the foyer unmoving. He was in Kingston today, but the man’s presence had bloomed into a large and foreboding thing in her life, and he always felt near. It would be like him to expect she would come to his apartment to masturbate, hiding in the closet to step out at the most opportune moment and surprise her.

But the place was a tomb. Empty and li...