Feigning ambivalence had always worked wonders for Mark James. He was never the best-looking guy at the party, or even in the top three, but he always took home the best-looking women. Including, most spectacularly, Schyler Derrington, the most beautiful, desirable, unattainable woman he’d ever seen. The woman he married. And that was the start of everything that followed, good and bad.

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off.

I met my future husband over Words with Friends back when that was a thing. What I didn’t realize was that he lived almost 5000 miles away from my home in London. But when we finally met in person after a 3-year long-distance friendship. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but close. So I moved to Houston and married him.

“I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

After ten years together I thought I knew my husband. I was wrong. Out of the blue, he surprised the hell out of me one night. He wanted me to open myself up to possibilities I never knew existed, not for a married woman. He explained about another lifestyle, another way of being married, another way of enjoying sex. Hotwife. He told me what he wanted, but he asked me what I would consider. We talked about so many things - how to start, what would change, and most importantly, what wouldn’t change. If I wanted it.