Best Hotwife Erotica 2: Tricks and Treats
Tricks and Treats
Best Hotwife Erotica, Vol. 2
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Tricks and Treats: Best Hotwife Erotica Vol. 2 © 2016 by Kenny Wright
Cover design by Kenny Wright
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First digital edition electronically published by KW Publishing,
June 2016
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Contents
About the Authors
Foreword
Blank Canvas
by Kirsten McCurran
The Ritual
by Max Sebastian
Fishing
by Arnica Butler
A Dark and Stormy Night
by Ben Boswell
The Agent and the Flight Attendent
by Kenny Wright
More from the authors
About The Authors
Ben Boswell
Ben is your typical family man with a wife and kids and an overactive imagination. He is a longtime reader and author of erotic fiction. He writes in genres that he finds exciting and arousing. Most of his stories are in the naughty wife, wife-watching genre, though occasionally he ventures into other subject matter.
He has written several pieces of longer-form fiction.
For more information on future projects, visit http://www.benboswell.com and my author page at Amazon. You can send me email at ben.boswell.author@gmail.com.
Arnica Butler
Arnica is a wife and mother who lives on a farm and writes steamy hotwife erotica by day. She likes large dogs, non-craft beer, and police procedurals in foreign languages. On all other matters, she tends to be a closed book.
Please contact Arnica at @ArnicaButler on Twitter or through the http://www.thirteenthline.com/ website to give her reader feedback. She loves to hear what you think!
Kirsten McCurran
Kirsten McCurran is the nom de plume of an average thirtysomething woman with a dirty mind and the drive to share her vivid fantasies. She is especially interested in tales of women like her, who are tempted by the forbidden and give in—only to discover the complications that can cause. Like many of her characters, Kirsten lives in the ‘burbs and has a loving husband and a couple of children, so she understands how difficult it might be for one of her characters to balance a real life with her erotic adventures. Her neighbors may be scandalized to discover what is going on in her head, but Kirsten’s husband fully approves, and even lends a hand in the creative process where he can.
Kirsten has written over 30 ebooks, all of which can be found on Amazon. Some are available in other formats on BN.com and Smashwords. She loves to hear from her fans and can be reached on Twitter @kirstenmccurran or by email at kmccurran@gmail.com.
Max Sebastian
Max Sebastian writes sizzling hot, romantic erotic stories that challenge the conventional boundaries of modern relationships, featuring naughty wives and insatiable girlfriends, along with the husbands or boyfriends who adore them.
His stories explore themes including female empowerment, dominance and submission, trust and true love, with couples learning to explore their filthiest fantasies together, ultimately searching for their happy ever after.
Max is a thirty-something author and former journalist who lives with his wife and two young children in London, England.
You can also find Max online at MaxSebastian.net, on Twitter @MaxSebastian, on Facebook at facebook.com/writermax, and on GoodReads at http://www.goodreads.com/maxsebastian.
And, you're always very welcome to contact Max by emailing Max@MaxSebastian.net.
Kenny Wright
Kenny is just a guy who writes what he likes to read: steamy, explicit erotica that's just crazy enough to be true. He writes romantic erotica. He writes about characters that he likes, and endings that feel natural. He writes stories where husbands watch their wives get naughty. He writes about MILFs and erotic games and loss of innocence. He believes in a world where men read and appreciate erotica, and hopes to contribute to it word by word.
Liked what you read? Have an idea for something else? Drop him a line. He can be reached at kennywright.writer@gmail.com, or if you're more the voyeur, find me on Twitter at @kennywriter, Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/kennywriter, or at http://www.kennywriter.com.
Tricks and Treats
Best Hotwife Erotica, Vol. 2
Ben Boswell
Arnica Butler
Kirsten McCurran
Max Sebastian
Kenny Wright
Foreword
I started writing, many years ago, because I was tired of searching and searching for that book or story that hit all my personal fantasies. I found them, don’t get me wrong, but it became clear that there were few and far between. So I started writing, first just short stories that I posted online for free, and then later on, stories long enough that I could consider them books.
Over the years, an amazing thing happened—I discovered a subset of authors whose stories resonated with me. No matter what book of theirs I picked up, I was always impressed with it. Their characters felt real, the scenarios were sexy, and their prose put them a notch above the rest.
Ben Boswell, Max Sebastian, Kirsten McCurran, and Arnica Butler are the best. The name of this anthology is not hyperbole, in my opinion. They excel in the erotica subgenre that comprises hotwife, cuckold, swinger stories. Every time I learn one of these authors has a new book out, I’m filled with anticipation. Those times between? I’m full of impatience.
I’m fortunate to be in such good company, not just because these are good people, but because I’ve found some kindred spirits.
Don’t worry, I’ll continue to write my own books even though now, unlike all those years ago, I don’t have to search and search for some good writing that hits all of my buttons.
Last anthology was themed around summer: pools, bikinis, and the sexy wives that inhabit them. For volume two, we’re trying something spookier, darker, yet still just as sexy.
Enjoy!
Kenny Wright
Blank Canvas
Kirsten McCurran
“Have you decided what you’re going to be yet?” Cassie asked. She still picked at her salad with the plastic fork, but mostly she was finished with it and just pushing the dregs around the tortilla bowl, which she’d chipped a couple bites from. It was a Saturday morning in early October and they’d stopped for a bite at a little café after hitting the gym. Ellen had only been joining her at the gym for a couple months, but she was proud her friend was sticking with it, even if she thought Ellen was protesting too much. Most women Cassie knew would kill to have a curvy body like Ellen’s, especially the way her breasts swelled to D-cups after the baby! Cassie, just a large B-cup herself, was certainly jealous. Still, ever since her baby was born last spring Ellen complained that her body wasn’t bouncing back the way she hoped it would.
“Yeah, I figured it out a couple months ago. I’m going to be June Cleaver. I’ve got the heels, of course, and pearls. I just need to find a good ‘Fifties style dress. Feel like hitting some vintage stores?” Ellen said.
“Sure. We’ll find s
omething appropriate. You should carry around a tray of cookies.”
“I thought of the cookie sheet, but I think I’m going to carry Jell-O shots on it instead.”
“You’re sure to be the hit of the party then!”
“What are you going to be?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for months and I just kept drawing a blank.”
“That’s not like you. You’ve always got the best costume.”
“But it’s hard to think of something I like that’s remotely original. I don’t really feel like going the slutty route like everyone else this year, either.”
“That will disappoint your fans.” Ellen had been teasing her about the attention some of her costumes drew for years, not that Cassie thought any of her costumes were over the top. She was comfortable with her body, but she wasn’t the type to run around half naked.
Their group of friends had been having these Halloween parties since they were teenagers and they were all in their late twenties now. Cassie had always been a flirt and had no problem admitting she loved the attention, even more so now that she was engaged. It is important to know you’re still desirable. Luckily her fiancé was not the jealous type, not that he had any room to complain. Don had just as many female friends as she did guy friends.
“Maybe not. I think everyone will have fun with my idea.”
“I thought you said you were drawing a blank.”
“I was,” Cassie replied. “And then I realized that was my costume.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’m going to be a blank canvas and I’ll let people do their art on me. I’m going to have little brushes and a little box of paints.”
“You’re just going to let people paint you? Uh, Cassie, are you saying…”
She could see where Ellen was going. “I’m not going to be naked! Jeez!”
“Well, you said you were going to let people paint you.”
“I’ve got two costume options. I can go safe and wear one of those white painters’ coveralls that zip up the front, but if it’s too baggy it’s going to be hard for people to really decorate it. The other option is to wear a unitard. I found some white ones on the Internet. I’m not sure I want to be walking around all night in a unitard, though.”
“At least you could get away with it if you wanted to. I understand how you feel though, you might as well be walking around naked in one of those things! How does Don feel about it?”
“Oh, he doesn’t care. He loved it when I was Catwoman.” That was a memorable costume, but somehow a skintight white unitard seemed more daring than the black vinyl catsuit she’d worn.
“I bet. He probably likes it that all the guys are drooling over you and he’s the one who gets to take you home.”
Cassie suspected her friend was right, although saying all the guys were drooling over her was an exaggeration. Cassie was pretty, she knew, but not in a flashy, look at me kind of way. She rarely wore make-up and didn’t tan because the sun just gave her freckles. She’d always been complimented on her cool blue eyes. Her shoulder length blonde hair was in a ponytail as often as not and she was really a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl when she wasn’t dressed for work. She worked hard to keep her five-foot-six figure slim because it seemed like every errant order of fries showed, but she didn’t dress to flaunt it like some of their girlfriends. Today she’d changed into a faded, comfortable pair of jeans, boots and a dark blue Phillies t-shirt after showering at the gym. She really was the quintessential girl-next-door and Cassie was proud that one of the reasons the guys liked her was that they thought she was cool, because she was approachable.
“You’re crazy,” Cassie demurred. “There are always a lot of girls there way hotter than I am.” She thought of their friend Sonja, a smoky brunette. Sonja was hot. The first time Don met Sonja he couldn’t stop staring and Cassie couldn’t blame him. She couldn’t wait to see what Sonja was going to dress up as this year.
“Just remember there’s going to be strangers this time, so maybe the coverall is a better idea.”
“That’s right, Frank said he was going to invite people from work.”
Way back when, their Halloween parties had just been their small group of friends and it floated from house to house. Over the years new friends and spouses joined in the fun and nowadays there were close to thirty people. Frank bought a big new house this year and insisted on hosting the party since he wanted to show off his new digs. Since he had so much room he warned his group of friends he was inviting people from work. His thinking was that some of their group was still single and what better way to make things fun than to throw some new people into the mix. Besides, everyone in their group who could possibly date each other already had. Cassie shuddered to think how many of her friends she’d hooked up with over the years. The fact that Don knew all about their incestuous little circle and didn’t mind was just one of the reasons she loved him so much. Cassie thought the more the merrier, but she knew some of their friends resented the intrusion.
“You could be right,” Cassie agreed. Parading around in a unitard, essentially naked, with a bunch of strangers around might not be a good idea. She was sold on going with the coverall.
When she got home that evening Cassie ran her idea past Don and he liked it, even though he pointed out that letting her perverted friends attack her with paintbrushes might not be a good idea. “It’s a good thing I’ll have you there to protect me then,” she said.
The party was actually the night after Halloween, which fell on a Friday. That allowed their friends with children to do the trick or treat thing with their kids and then have their own grown-up night. Cassie had gone to a hobby shop and bought small jars of washable paint that fit into a box she wore on a belt. She was sure she would get sick of lugging the box of paints around and it would be set aside before the night was even halfway through. Maybe by then she would be covered and it wouldn’t matter.
Cassie pulled her hair up and tucked it into a white ball cap so she wouldn’t get paint in it and was zipping up when Don found her in the bedroom. He’d been down the hall applying make-up and she thought he wanted help with his wig. Don was going as Captain Jack Sparrow and had gone all out with the costume. He even had a fake beard with the beads dangling from it.
“Hon, I’ve got a problem. Work just called and the whole orange line is down. They’re calling everyone in to work on it.” Don was an engineer with the local transit company.
“That sucks. Do you have any idea how long it will be? We can go late.”
“It’s going to take hours to get the whole system back online. There’s no point in waiting for me. You’re not going to be mad if you have to go on without me, are you?”
“Well, I don’t know who’s going to keep the perverts from drawing crazy things on me,” she joked. She pulled Don into her arms and gave him a long kiss. She knew he was looking forward to this party just as much as she was. “Of course I’m not mad. Just come on out as soon as you can.”
“I promise I will. Have a good time for both of us, okay?”
“If you insist!”
It turned out Don didn’t even have time to get out of his make-up, so he threw his costume into the back of his car and took off for the depot. Cassie could only imagine the comments he was going to get from all the macho men he worked with. She left a few minutes later, after setting her GPS to Frank’s address.
Frank’s house turned out to be one of those McMansions that developers throw up on a postage stamp sized piece of land. The house was beautiful, three stories high, with a big open entryway and a great room in the back, but it seemed that you could almost lean out of the window and touch your next door neighbor. If Cassie ever moved out of the city, it would be out to some old farmhouse on a big piece of land where she could plant and maybe even have some animals. She just wasn’t the cookie cutter conformity type.
After parking way up the street, she let herself in, knowing no one would hear the door
bell over the blaring music. The house was already crowded and with greeting everyone it took her ten minutes to make her way back to the kitchen, where one of her friends, Neil, pressed a big, red plastic cup of beer into her hand. The keg was on the deck out back and people kept shuttling in and out for refills. It wasn’t quite warm enough so late in October to leave the sliding doors open. When Frank finally reached her she barely recognized him under all his green make-up and his wild wig. He was covered, except for the tattered purple pants he wore. She kissed his cheek, but didn’t give him a hug because she didn’t want his Hulk costume rubbing off on her.
“Okay, I can’t figure it out. What are you supposed to be?” Frank asked.
She held out the box of paints she’d set down on the counter and explained her costume.
“That is going to get very messy before the night is through. You have to promise to save me a spot. Where’s Don?”
“He got called in to work at the last minute, but I expect him later.”
“Sucks for him. I’ll find you later. I’ve got to mingle.”
Cassie had the potential artists lining up for her when she explained her costume and she took up court in a corner of the rec room, which took up a quarter of the cavernous basement. The ones who came first got the best canvas space, but things started out relatively tame. A few of her girlfriends painted flowers or little designs on her arms, while the guys painted as close to her naughty areas as they could without crossing the line. Todd, one of her more talented friends, painted a little blue Smurf who looked like he was climbing upward and about to scale her left breast. Another of her friends, who was dressed as a pimp, told her, “I always thought you would look good with a tattoo.”