Roberts Thomas

When Bill and Mary discover that one of their close friends loves watching his wife having sex with other men, their erotic imaginations go wild. Soon they’re fantasizing about Mary having sex with total strangers. Then Bill discovers a resort that caters to hotwives and voyeuristic husbands! Will their marriage survive when their most exciting erotic fantasies start to come true? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Mary turned to me, “I guess our questions are about to be answered. Are you ready?” My wife was gorgeous—shiny dark hair, a face that could have easily graced the cover of a fashion magazine, and a spectacularly, perfect, naked body. Mary was excited, not only did her labored breathing give her away, but so did the glimmering, wet look between her legs. “You’re ready, Mary,” I said as she released her hold on my semi-hard member. “Let’s do it.” The resort featured walking paths which wandered through lawns that looked like a fine golf course. The paths continued through heavy, jungle-like foliage, interspaced with more manicured lawns and sandy areas with groves of widely spaced, palm trees. The effect was a visual stimulation. On our short walk, we passed one couple on a towel spread on the grass. She was a slim, blonde woman, I guessed in her mid-thirties. She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide, as a large black man on top of her. She kept up a running commentary for the benefit of a man with a slight paunch, standing next to them. I took him to be her husband. “He’s so big, Mark,” she said as he pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her husband was stroking himself as he watched. “He’s already lasted longer than you can.” Her husband seemed to really like her last comment as he groaned and stroked even harder. As his wife wrapped her legs around the black man’s back, more people stopped to watch. She stopped talking as she concentrated on her black lover. Her husband had to release his erection turn away to calm himself down. After the black man finished and left, she lay on the blanket and asked the crowd if anyone wanted sloppy seconds. A young white man accepted her invitation and took his place between her thighs. As I put my arm around Mary’s shoulders, I could feel her shaking. “Bill, I’m so turned on right now. I’ve never seen anything like that. I want to be her. Are you okay with this?” We watched as the pale white butt rose and fell, pushing grunts out of the older woman. Her husband turned back to watch her new lover in action. The sight was too much for him as he finished on the grass near her head.  “If we stay, I’ll join her.” Mary pulled me away. “Let’s go to the bar by the beach.” As we walked away, Mary whispered to me, “I can feel the breeze on my thighs, they’re so wet.” Next to the outside bar was a casual eating area, serviced from the main restaurant. Tables and chairs had been set up on a wooden patio which featured a view of the beach and the endless ocean. Food and drink were also available on the beach as young, native waitresses moved around, order pads in hand. People were standing around the outside bar when we arrived, talking to each other or just watching the bodies on the beach. When Mary walked up, eyes focused on her. Two men turned to talk to my wife, and I moved away to look at the naked women sunbathing just a few feet away, my eyes hidden behind sunglasses. By the time I turned back to the bar, Mary was in deep conversation with a well-built, young, white man who was at the bar alone. I moved closer to them and ordered another drink. 

The no-holds-barred Hotwife Resort caters to voyeuristic men yearning to watch their wives having sex with other men…and women. Amanda and Josh think they know what they’re getting into—until they play Extremely Erotic Truth and Dare with two other couples and one well-endowed black man. But when Amanda falls hard for her sexy bull, it breaks Josh’s heart. Can he find a way to win her back? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ I took my drink outside and sat back in my lounge chair to have a pity party for myself. I'd agreed to this arrangement. I’d agreed Amanda could sleep around, and all I could do was watch. What if she fell for somebody else? What is she fell in love and left me? Did I need to look at flights home? If I did leave the resort, should I even tell her? Would it be better if I just disappeared? And the most important question of all, if I felt so badly, why am I so excited? Do I want to feel the humiliation, jealousy, and pain of watching my wife with another man? Is that what I really want? It hit me then, like a gut punch. I… was… Amanda’s… cuckold. I couldn’t deny it any longer. In which case I should stay. I relished the idea of watching my wife have sex with another man. I could feel my heart squeezing at just the thought of another man pushing inside Amanda. I wanted to see it happen. I wanted to be humiliated by it. I didn't understand the strong feelings I was having, it was wrong, but I wanted it more than anything at that moment. I must have briefly fallen asleep. I woke up with a full bladder, and an urgent need to talk to my wife. I went in to use the bathroom off the master bedroom. The blanket next to the stairs was laying bunched up, it was hard to tell in the dark if anyone was there. I made my way quietly up the stairs. The bathrooms were connected to the bedrooms and I negotiated my way, still half asleep, in the partial darkness. My bare feet made no noise as I walked toward our bedroom at the end of the hall. “Oh… James… I don’t know… you might be too big for me,” it was my wife’s voice. She sounded excited. “Be gentl … oh, James.” I pressed my body to the wall next to the door and peeked around the corner. My urge to urinate was gone, but my excitement remained. I wrapped my fist around myself, both to keep it from hitting the edge of the door and because it felt so good. James was laying on the near edge of the bed, his legs on the floor and his back on the mattress. I could just see how shockingly long he was when held by my petite wife. She was standing next to him with her legs spread, licking his him while he stroked her between the thighs. “I know what you want, Amanda. You’ve been looking at me from the time you arrived,” James had his hands on her hips, trying to draw her closer. “Oh… James, I really want to… but Josh wants,” she had to stop talking when he moved his hand to stroke her faster. “I’m so… Josh wants… to watch… the first time.” I wanted to shout, “I’m watching.” I had one hand on myself and the other on the doorframe. “Just let me touch it… like I did before.” My wife stroked him. She tried to wrap her tiny married hand around his immense shaft. “You can’t even get your hand all the way around it, can you?” he asked her. “Tell me what it feels like to hold.” “It feels so hot and…alive, James. I’m holding a thick, living, thing.” She said again. “I’m holding another man.” She was savoring the sentence. “I’m touching my wedding ring to you. Does that make me a cheater?” “It makes you a hotwife. Touch me with your ring again.” I watched my wife change her grip on his phallus. He was so long and thick, her fing

The Hotwife Resort was the most exciting place in the world! “No holds barred” took on a whole new meaning when Mary enjoyed explosive sex with hot black studs while her husband eagerly watched. Now she can’t forget those intensely erotic memories. In desperation, she finds satisfaction on a Sybian machine, and encourages her girlfriends to take a ride on the wild side while her husband watches!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~A week later Alice and I were sitting in my living room, sipping wine, and chatting. She was clearly nervous as I poured her another glass.My crafty husband had placed small “spy-shop” cameras around the house, so he could watch from the garage. We’d placed the Sybian so Alice would be facing our closet. The sliding closet door had been left open about two inches and one of the tiny cameras was in the opening, at ground level. I hoped Bill enjoyed himself.“You’re nervous. Is it because I’ll be here with you?”“No, I want you here. You’re my security blanket,” she said, patting my arm. “I’m ready to try it.” Alice picked up a bag she’d bought with her and followed me up the stairs. “Where’s Bill?” she asked.“He’s somewhere. We won’t be bothered,” I told her, careful not to tell an actual lie.Alice did the same thing I had done—walked around the machine, touching it, and putting on the attachments. She’d purchased the medium, regular dildo.Moments later, Alice came out of the bathroom, trying to cover herself with both hands.“I know, I know. We’re both woman, but still…” she said, dropping her hands and kneeling by the machine. “What do I do?”After spreading lube on the dildo and herself, Alice spread her legs and straddled the machine.“Do I have to be facing the mirror?” she asked.“There’s only so much room and so many outlets.” We had a small bedroom with only room for the bed, one nightstand, and a dresser. The space facing the closet was about all there was.“Okay,” she said as she lowered herself.I turned the rotation on first, just like Bill had done my first time. I watched as Alice’s abdomen shook.“Oh, wow, that feels pretty good,” she said before I increased the speed....