Nasty Neighborhood Hotwives: The Complete Anthology

Four kinky women have erotic adventures while their husbands watch! These nasty hotwives are on the prowl for some extramarital fun! When cheating turns everyone on, everyone's a winner. Whether it's a coach's wife, the spouse of a former football player, a bored housewife, or a woman who wants to be more than a trophy, these sexy ladies are ready for action!

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“Clive…”

“No. Stay there.”

She flushed in shame. God only knew what she looked like. Her expensive dress was bunched at her waist, her underwear lying on the floor. Her hair was a rats-nest, and pieces of hay were poking up through the horse-blanket and prickling her bottom in a most aggravating way. All in all, it was a pretty distressing way to finish what had been one of the best afternoons of her life. Even if the sex was second-rate, even by her lowered standards.

Clive cocked his head and studied her. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, walking towards the hay bales. “Been thinking a lot, lately. Wondering why things haven’t been right between us. Because they haven’t been, have they.”

It wasn’t a question. She shook her head, but when she opened her mouth, he cut her off with a raised hand.

And it stayed raised, as he began to unbutton his shirt. An inch at a time, his chest came into view. When the shirt was open to his navel, he pulled it out of his slacks, tossing it aside to land on top of her panties.

“Roll over,” he ordered, unbuckling his belt.

“Clive,” she wavered.

“Roll over,” he repeated. His doubled belt was held between his two hands, and he pulled it taut with a snap.

Shaking, she turned over so her back was resting on the hay bales.

“Better.” Not breaking her gaze, he toed off his shoes, then unbuttoned his slacks. Her breath caught as his phallus came into view. Already hard, it bobbed in front of his flat belly like the mast of a sailboat.

“Are you wet, Amanda?” he asked. “Did getting screwed by a jockey in a horse barn turn you on?”

Wordlessly, she nodded.

“Good.”

And without another word he leaped onto the hay bales, aimed his shaft at her center, and pierced her with a ruthless strength that made her tilt her head back and scream in pleasure. His mouth covered hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue, and she wrapped her arms around him, clutching his body like a drowning woman.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, when his mouth left hers to maul her breasts. Her back arched as he found her hot, aching breasts with his mouth, and she dug her heels in behind his buttocks as his manhoood stretched her wide, urging him on. Faster. Deeper. She pulled at him, rocked her loins up with each pounding thrust, and when he took her wrists in his hands, pinning them over her head, making her naked and vulnerable, it was almost more than she could stand.

“Mine,” he growled at her. “Not theirs. Mine. All mine. From your hair to your toes and everything in between, you are mine, Amanda.”