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My Wild Trophy Hotwife
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It was my fault. I'd married a woman too young for me, a trophy wife, and to keep her satisfied, I'd given her the freedom to date other men. There was just one rule she could never break: I didn't want to know anything about her affairsbut of course, I did know, and the knowledge broke my heart. Now I was watching her with a young stud, and I had to change the rule to keep my wife. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I turned off the television and turned to my wife, "I love you, Brooke. I love you so much it scares me sometimes." My wife looked up in surprise. "I love you, too." "I'm going somewhere with this. I love you so much I think it's made me a little insane. I'm sorry I can't be more of a ... well, of a husband for you. Maybe I'm sorry I can't be more of a man for you." Brooke sat beside me and held my hand to her chest, and I inhaled the wonderful natural scent of her. For a moment, I lost myself in her pillowy softness. The miracle pills I was taking should have been working for me, but nothing seemed to work. "Where are you going with this," Brooke asked, not unkindly. I could sense her smile. "Do you love me enough to stay with me even if you took a lover?" I asked. My heart was pounding, and I felt a little sick. "Took a lover?" Brooke didn't laugh. Not out loud, at least. "People don't take lovers anymore. It's not the 19th century. People get laid or have hook-ups." "What if I, this is so hard," Brooke looked at me, her eyes wide, waiting for me to finish. "What if I gave you permission to get laid or have hook-ups." "I'd say I don't understand." "I don't want to humiliate myself," I said. Brooke put a hand on her chest. Her eyes opened very wide, and her nostrils flared. Her damp lips had parted. Her breasts bounced a little with each breath. "I'm happy at home, but I know you want to go out and party," I said. "I want sex once a month, if then. I'm sure you'd like it every night, and that might not be enough." Brooke opened her mouth to deny it but changed her mind and sat quietly listening to me. "I don't want to lose you, and I have to do something, so I'm giving you half. You can go out and even date, as long as I don't know what you're doing. But, there would have to be a few rules," I said, surprised that my voice was steady. Brooke just stared at me. "You are free to do anything you want, with anyone you choose, as long as you don't bring it home," I started. "You mean, as long as I don't do anything here?" she seemed to be smiling. "Yes. But, also, as long as I know nothing about it." "By it, you mean..." "I'll just say this once. Ifor more likely whenyou sleep with another man, I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything at all." I paused to look at her gorgeous face. Soon she'd be kissing another man, but I wouldn't know about it. "We both know I only want sex once a month, and it's not fair to you." Brooke started to speak, but I stopped her before she could make a sound. "Maybe even less than once a month." My wife had her hands in her lap. She'd hung her head, and I thought she might be crying. I put a finger under her chin to raise her face. She wasn't crying; she was smiling. My wife had a look of joy on her face. It was my fault. I'd married a woman too young for me, a trophy wife, and to keep her satisfied, I'd given her the freedom to date other men. There was just one rule she could never break: I didn't want to know anything about her affairsbut of course, I did know, and the knowledge broke my heart. Now I was watching her with a young stud, and I had to change the rule to keep my wife. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I turned off the television and turned to my wife, "I love you, Brooke. I love you so much it scares me sometimes." My wife looked up in surprise. "I love you, too." "I'm going somewhere with this. I love you so much I think it's made me a little insane. I'm sorry I can't be more of a ... well, of a husband for you. Maybe I'm sorry I can't be more of a man for you." Brooke sat beside me and held my hand to her chest, and I inhaled the wonderful natural scent of her. For a moment, I lost myself in her pillowy softness. The miracle pills I was taking should have been working for me, but nothing seemed to work. "Where are you going with this," Brooke asked, not unkindly. I could sense her smile. "Do you love me enough to stay with me even if you took a lover?" I asked. My heart was pounding, and I felt a little sick. "Took a lover?" Brooke didn't laugh. Not out loud, at least. "People don't take lovers anymore. It's not the 19th century. People get laid or have hook-ups." "What if I, this is so hard," Brooke looked at me, her eyes wide, waiting for me to finish. "What if I gave you permission to get laid or have hook-ups." "I'd say I don't understand." "I don't want to humiliate myself," I said. Brooke put a hand on her chest. Her eyes opened very wide, and her nostrils flared. Her damp lips had parted. Her breasts bounced a little with each breath. "I'm happy at home, but I know you want to go out and party," I said. "I want sex once a month, if then. I'm sure you'd like it every night, and that might not be enough." Brooke opened her mouth to deny it but changed her mind and sat quietly listening to me. "I don't want to lose you, and I have to do something, so I'm giving you half. You can go out and even date, as long as I don't know what you're doing. But, there would have to be a few rules," I said, surprised that my voice was steady. Brooke just stared at me. "You are free to do anything you want, with anyone you choose, as long as you don't bring it home," I started. "You mean, as long as I don't do anything here?" she seemed to be smiling. "Yes. But, also, as long as I know nothing about it." "By it, you mean..." "I'll just say this once. Ifor more likely whenyou sleep with another man, I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything at all." I paused to look at her gorgeous face. Soon she'd be kissing another man, but I wouldn't know about it. "We both know I only want sex once a month, and it's not fair to you." Brooke started to speak, but I stopped her before she could make a sound. "Maybe even less than once a month." My wife had her hands in her lap. She'd hung her head, and I thought she might be crying. I put a finger under her chin to raise her face. She wasn't crying; she was smiling. My wife had a look of joy on her face. Inhoud:Taal: Engels;Bindwijze: E-book;Verschijningsdatum: juli 2021;Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; Betrokkenen:Auteur(s): Thomas Roberts;Illustrator: Moira Nelligar;Uitgever: Boruma Publishing; Lees mogelijkheden:Lees dit ebook op: Android (smartphone en tablet) | Kobo e-reader | Overige e-reader | Desktop (Mac en Windows) | iOS (smartphone en tablet) | Windows (smartphone en tablet);Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; EAN: Overige kenmerken:Studieboek: Nee; Engels | E-book | 9781005196196.
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It was my fault. I'd married a woman too young for me, a trophy wife, and to keep her satisfied, I'd given her the freedom to date other men. There was just one rule she could never break: I didn't want to know anything about her affairsbut of course, I did know, and the knowledge broke my heart. Now I was watching her with a young stud, and I had to change the rule to keep my wife. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I turned off the television and turned to my wife, "I love you, Brooke. I love you so much it scares me sometimes." My wife looked up in surprise. "I love you, too." "I'm going somewhere with this. I love you so much I think it's made me a little insane. I'm sorry I can't be more of a ... well, of a husband for you. Maybe I'm sorry I can't be more of a man for you." Brooke sat beside me and held my hand to her chest, and I inhaled the wonderful natural scent of her. For a moment, I lost myself in her pillowy softness. The miracle pills I was taking should have been working for me, but nothing seemed to work. "Where are you going with this," Brooke asked, not unkindly. I could sense her smile. "Do you love me enough to stay with me even if you took a lover?" I asked. My heart was pounding, and I felt a little sick. "Took a lover?" Brooke didn't laugh. Not out loud, at least. "People don't take lovers anymore. It's not the 19th century. People get laid or have hook-ups." "What if I, this is so hard," Brooke looked at me, her eyes wide, waiting for me to finish. "What if I gave you permission to get laid or have hook-ups." "I'd say I don't understand." "I don't want to humiliate myself," I said. Brooke put a hand on her chest. Her eyes opened very wide, and her nostrils flared. Her damp lips had parted. Her breasts bounced a little with each breath. "I'm happy at home, but I know you want to go out and party," I said. "I want sex once a month, if then. I'm sure you'd like it every night, and that might not be enough." Brooke opened her mouth to deny it but changed her mind and sat quietly listening to me. "I don't want to lose you, and I have to do something, so I'm giving you half. You can go out and even date, as long as I don't know what you're doing. But, there would have to be a few rules," I said, surprised that my voice was steady. Brooke just stared at me. "You are free to do anything you want, with anyone you choose, as long as you don't bring it home," I started. "You mean, as long as I don't do anything here?" she seemed to be smiling. "Yes. But, also, as long as I know nothing about it." "By it, you mean..." "I'll just say this once. Ifor more likely whenyou sleep with another man, I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything at all." I paused to look at her gorgeous face. Soon she'd be kissing another man, but I wouldn't know about it. "We both know I only want sex once a month, and it's not fair to you." Brooke started to speak, but I stopped her before she could make a sound. "Maybe even less than once a month." My wife had her hands in her lap. She'd hung her head, and I thought she might be crying. I put a finger under her chin to raise her face. She wasn't crying; she was smiling. My wife had a look of joy on her face. It was my fault. I'd married a woman too young for me, a trophy wife, and to keep her satisfied, I'd given her the freedom to date other men. There was just one rule she could never break: I didn't want to know anything about her affairsbut of course, I did know, and the knowledge broke my heart. Now I was watching her with a young stud, and I had to change the rule to keep my wife. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I turned off the television and turned to my wife, "I love you, Brooke. I love you so much it scares me sometimes." My wife looked up in surprise. "I love you, too." "I'm going somewhere with this. I love you so much I think it's made me a little insane. I'm sorry I can't be more of a ... well, of a husband for you. Maybe I'm sorry I can't be more of a man for you." Brooke sat beside me and held my hand to her chest, and I inhaled the wonderful natural scent of her. For a moment, I lost myself in her pillowy softness. The miracle pills I was taking should have been working for me, but nothing seemed to work. "Where are you going with this," Brooke asked, not unkindly. I could sense her smile. "Do you love me enough to stay with me even if you took a lover?" I asked. My heart was pounding, and I felt a little sick. "Took a lover?" Brooke didn't laugh. Not out loud, at least. "People don't take lovers anymore. It's not the 19th century. People get laid or have hook-ups." "What if I, this is so hard," Brooke looked at me, her eyes wide, waiting for me to finish. "What if I gave you permission to get laid or have hook-ups." "I'd say I don't understand." "I don't want to humiliate myself," I said. Brooke put a hand on her chest. Her eyes opened very wide, and her nostrils flared. Her damp lips had parted. Her breasts bounced a little with each breath. "I'm happy at home, but I know you want to go out and party," I said. "I want sex once a month, if then. I'm sure you'd like it every night, and that might not be enough." Brooke opened her mouth to deny it but changed her mind and sat quietly listening to me. "I don't want to lose you, and I have to do something, so I'm giving you half. You can go out and even date, as long as I don't know what you're doing. But, there would have to be a few rules," I said, surprised that my voice was steady. Brooke just stared at me. "You are free to do anything you want, with anyone you choose, as long as you don't bring it home," I started. "You mean, as long as I don't do anything here?" she seemed to be smiling. "Yes. But, also, as long as I know nothing about it." "By it, you mean..." "I'll just say this once. Ifor more likely whenyou sleep with another man, I don't want to know. I don't want to know anything at all." I paused to look at her gorgeous face. Soon she'd be kissing another man, but I wouldn't know about it. "We both know I only want sex once a month, and it's not fair to you." Brooke started to speak, but I stopped her before she could make a sound. "Maybe even less than once a month." My wife had her hands in her lap. She'd hung her head, and I thought she might be crying. I put a finger under her chin to raise her face. She wasn't crying; she was smiling. My wife had a look of joy on her face. Inhoud:Taal: Engels;Bindwijze: E-book;Verschijningsdatum: juli 2021;Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; Betrokkenen:Auteur(s): Thomas Roberts;Illustrator: Moira Nelligar;Uitgever: Boruma Publishing; Lees mogelijkheden:Lees dit ebook op: Android (smartphone en tablet) | Kobo e-reader | Overige e-reader | Desktop (Mac en Windows) | iOS (smartphone en tablet) | Windows (smartphone en tablet);Ebook formaat: Adobe ePub; EAN: Overige kenmerken:Studieboek: Nee; Engels | E-book | 9781005196196.
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ISBN (andere Schreibweisen): 1-005-19619-2, 978-1-005-19619-6
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