A Hotwife is Born is a popular cuckold – Hotwife story. This graphic novella at 47,000 words is a decently long read about a 40-year-old housewife, who is seduced by her next-door neighbor, and turned out as a Hotwife, with her cuckold husband.
Tina is happily married except for the small fact that her husband is too little to take care of her needs. After her husband gets a big promotion, which enables them to buy a new house where Tina meets her sexpot neighbor Gretchen.
Gretchen sees potential in Tina and introduces her to the sexy world of clubbing, where she and Gretchen are on the outlook for young and virile studs to party with.
Tina becomes caught up in a world of non-stop sex as she samples everything she finds, including the girls.
Tina’s husband, Ryan, grows suspicious of his wife, who comes home late at night wearing micromini’s and little else. After installing secret video cameras to monitor their bedroom, he finds his worst fears are true but realizes that he is not really mad but aroused at watching his wife and her girlfriend, with the Bulls they bring home.
Ryan meets a girl at the video store, who turns out to be as big a nymphomaniac as his wife and is shocked when his wife invites his girlfriend to join her in a debauchery filled romp in the hay with her girlfriend and their young studs, while he watches.
This story is very graphic with non-stop action and a good storyline to weave all of the acts of perversion together into a hot story which doesn’t give you time to take a breath, much less change hands.
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As with all of Larry Archer’s stories, it always ends up HEA (Happily Ever After). Larry’s girls are always sluts, but we still love them.
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Below is an R-Rated Excerpt from A Hotwife is Born
Traci was vacuuming their new bedroom and almost stopped to pinch herself, as it was so hard to believe. Six months ago, Ryan, her husband, had been promoted to branch manager with a big raise to go along with it. With the extra money in their pockets, they had bought a beautiful home in an established neighborhood. Traci loved the new house and was having so much fun decorating it exactly as she wanted. Ryan had basically given her a credit card and told her to remodel it as she saw fit. Now the house was complete, and everything was so perfect that it still hadn’t really sunk in how wonderful their life had become.
Turning off the vacuum, Traci noticed that one of the drapes was crooked and went to straighten it. “It was probably caught accidentally by Ryan as he got dressed this morning,” she thought to herself. Tugging the drape straight, she happened to glance out the window into their next-door neighbors back yard. They had the nicest patio and pool installed, and it looked really nice. She’d mentioned it to Ryan, and he thought that it would be a good idea to get a pool. He had even suggested that she walk over and talk to the neighbors and see who installed their pool.
As Traci stood there, she noticed the neighbor’s wife walk out to the pool in a tiny white bikini. Feeling a little like a peeping tom, she looked around the drape and watched her neighbor.
“She looks about our age,” Traci thought, “probably around forty or so, but she had the body of a woman ten years her junior.” As Traci watched, the neighbor dove in the pool and after a couple of laps, lay down on a chaise lounge to get some sun.
Traci turned away from the window and looked at herself in the mirror, “I’m not too bad myself, and with a few trips to the gym could give her a run for her money!” Traci was tall, around five foot ten with long legs and long blonde hair, which she normally wore in a ponytail. Looking at herself, she thought, “My breasts are still good. I wish they were a little bigger but Ryan always talked about how much he liked them.”
Finishing the housework, Traci decided to go over and meet the lady next door and talk to her about the pool. Running a brush through her hair and changing into a peasant blouse and jeans, she felt presentable. Slipping into her favorite mules, she grabbed the key to the front door and walked out. Cutting across the lawn, she rang the doorbell next door. After a couple of minutes, the door opened to the woman she had seen in the back yard.
“Hi, my name is Traci, and my husband, Ryan, and I have bought the house next door to you. I wanted to come over and introduce myself as we’re going to be neighbors now.”
“Well, I’m glad someone finally bought that house. I’ve noticed that you’ve had a lot of work done to it and it’s really looking good. Oh, by the way, my name is Gretchen. Why don’t you come in and have something to drink and we’ll get to know each other.”
Walking in, Traci noticed that their house was really well decorated and immaculate. She followed Gretchen into the breakfast room and was asked to take a seat. As she sat, Gretchen asked, “Anything you’d like to drink such as tea or maybe something stronger?”
“Ice Tea would be great, thank you.”
“So, Traci, how do you like your new house?”
“It’s great, and Paul has given me a free hand on doing everything that I want to it.”
“Sounds like my kind of man!” Gretchen replied, “By the way, do you work?”
“No, Paul makes enough money and said that he would be happy if I just stayed home. What about you?”
“Probably about the same, Gary is vice president of a casino on the strip, and so I don’t need to work either.”
Putting two glasses of iced tea down on the breakfast table, Gretchen sat across from Traci. “Do you belong to a gym or anything?”
“No, I’ve been so busy with the house, I haven’t had time to think about that yet but now that everything is coming together, I probably should.”
“You need to keep in shape as there are always girls out there, hoping to become the next trophy wife.”
“Gretchen, you’re right, and I know that I should get with the program. Ryan is now a branch manager, and I can just hear the secretaries sharpening their claws.”
That struck Gretchen as funny, so they both shared a good laugh over it but in the back of each one’s mind was the thought that it could be true.
“What about your pool?” Traci asked, “Would you recommend the company who installed it?”
“They are great, and we are totally satisfied. I think I’ve got one of their cards on the desk, let me grab it for you.” Then Gretchen got up and walked to a small desk built into the kitchen counter. Digging around in the drawer for a minute, she pulled out a business card.
Traci stood, and after taking the card from Gretchen, “Thanks so much and I don’t won’t take any more of your time. Could we talk about the gym and I think I’d like to join you if that’s okay?”
As Traci walked out the front door, she noticed a pickup truck had pulled up to the curb, and a well-built guy, in his early twenties, was unloading stuff from the back of the truck. Looking at the door, Traci read the company name, “The Pool Boys,” and thought to herself, “If they all look as good as he does, I’ll have to hire them myself.”
Walking into the kitchen, Traci used her cell phone to call the pool contractor and set up a meeting to discuss her new pool. Still thinking about the “Pool Boys,” Traci walked upstairs to her bedroom and peeked out the window into Gretchen’s backyard.
As she watched, the pool serviceman walked into the backyard, laid his tools down on the deck, and pulled his t-shirt off. This young man is a god, she thought as she watched the muscles in his back ripple while he vacuumed the pool. He looked to have a perfect all-over tan and must spend a lot of time in the sun cleaning pools. His jogging shorts did little to hide his muscular butt, and the sight of him brought wicked thoughts to her mind, and she could feel the dampness spread between her legs. Shaking her head to try and clear those thoughts out, she could not seem to tear herself away from watching this young man.
Then she saw her next-door neighbor walk out of the house still wearing the skimpy white bikini. Traci couldn’t believe that a married woman would expose herself like she was doing to the pool boy. She hadn’t seen Gretchen’s suit from the back, but when she turned to dive into the pool, Traci was shocked to see that it was a thong with just a thin ribbon of material between her butt cheeks.
Gretchen’s dive into the pool was perfect and barely created a splash as she slid into the water. Gretchen did a couple of laps, swimming strongly with perfect form. It was obvious that she must swim a lot. Then she swam over to the ladder and pulled herself up out of the pool.
Traci gasped when she saw the bathing suit, the wet white suit was virtually transparent and clearly showed the outline of her nipples and her crotch. Certainly, Gretchen must not be aware of that, as she made no attempt to hide her body from the pool boy.
Traci felt like a peeping Tom as she watched the two from behind her bedroom drapes, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. The scene unfolding in front of her was like one in those bodice ripper novels she loved to read. Traci kept thinking of him as the “pool boy,” when in fact, he was the “pool man” and what a man. Still calling him the “pool boy” made it just feel wicked.
While she couldn’t hear them, it was evident they were talking about something, and Gretchen ran her fingers up and down the pool boy’s back as they talked. She would have loved to hear that conversation, but she had to settle for just watching. It seemed like Gretchen was a lot friendlier with the guy who services their pool than she should be.
Finally, she turned and walked back into the house and disappeared from Traci’s view as the pool boy started cleaning the pool in an obvious hurry. She thought, “If you weren’t flirting with the woman who lived there, you would not be behind on your schedule.”
Traci went and jumped in the shower as she felt like cooling off and didn’t yet have a pool like her neighbor, nor a pool boy. After straightening up the house, Traci decided to go to the grocery and pick up some things for supper.
As she backed out of the driveway, she happened to notice that the pool boy’s truck was still parked in front of Gretchen’s house. About halfway down the block, Traci suddenly slammed on the brakes and looked back over her shoulder at the pool boy’s truck.
“No, she wouldn’t! Would she?” Traci wondered to herself, as there must be some rational explanation for why the truck was still there beyond the obvious one. After shopping, she drove back home and noticed that the truck was finally gone. As she was pulling into the driveway, a Mercedes pulled into Gretchen’s driveway, and a nice looking man about 40 got out of the car with a briefcase. He looked over and smiled at Traci, and she smiled back and waved at him.
“That explains it,” Traci thought to herself, “The pool boy had to leave before Gretchen’s husband got home.”