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Click hereReady to make his sortie, Anan and I exchange deep kisses. My husband jumps into his clothes and walks him down to the parking garage. Whatever they discuss will be between the two of them, I'm not going to ask. All the nerves, doubts, guilt, shame and remorse are washed away. I feel clean. I feel beautiful. Times in the past I have questioned my decision to get married and now I couldn't imagine a life I would want without this marriage. That doesn't mean that life is perfect, it doesn't mean I'm perfect or that my partner is perfect. It simply means that we are partners. In all of our strengths, successes, happiness, weaknesses and fragilities, we are together. The mirror can be pretty brutal in its honesty. I'm happy that we could look into it together and see ourselves without breaking.
Michie, what a great story. Your writing is thoughtful and your characters extremely well developed. This 'Hotwife' genre brings out lots of quite different emotions amongst the readers. I think that you handled the issues really well. I think that the 'cuckold' terminology that you apply is not quite appropriate. You portray the various imbalances in power between the main characters but I think that you have not made the man appear as a miserable wimp, as some readers seem to suggest. This is a very positive thing. Well done. 5 stars, definitely.
Nicely written and reasonably arousing but not really credible. Sorry. I'm still giving it five stars for the writing (despite the typos/errors) but I can't imagine that a wife can have any respect for a husband like Colin. I did meet a prostitute once who was married. She told me that she was going to go home and tell him that she'd been fucked by a man with a big cock. I can't imagine that marriage lasting very long.
As a writer, you're the best. Hope you'll write more. It's not easy...I know (I write but publish on a different platform). But if you can, most of us would like to know what happened to your characters. And if you're publishing somewhere else, please let us know. Best to you and your family.
The husband is obviously a latent homosexual, as is the writer, most likely. 2/5
I see the type of guys this lifestyle appeals to walk past me on a daily basis. Men, if you can still call them that, shoulders sunk, body language of one fallen that casts a shadow that betrays that they are bereft of any dignity and honour. Ghosts in a shell for want of a better expression. They have no moral compass. Guilt and self loathing often peek from behind the veneer of trying to be a modern man. How far we’ve fallen that self gratification now surpasses our materialistic, narcissistic lifestyles. They won’t last, this lifestyle won’t last, these urges have been tried throughout history and always failed.
And the woman, devoid of any tangible meaningful emotion other than her ability to betray and then twist it into some misguided manifestation of love and a deep connection to the soul. She has no worth, being passed around like cigarette in a foxhole by men awaiting their demise at the order of others. Ultimately her memories of great sex will fade and her companionship will be manifested by her own reflection, alone, lonely after her looks have faded and her ability to evoke desire diminished. That bond normally built over the course of decades with a partner built on respect, loyalty and trust will be non-existent. She has no inner strength, no commitment to anything other than her base instincts. Not someone you would build a foundation with. She will always give in to urges that dictate the dilation of her vagina, and yet try and convince her current partner of her love for him, as she did her previous husband and the one before that.
Sad really.