The Hotwife Hooker

Jennifer has no idea how her life will change when she discovers some racy hotwife movies and books. Suddenly she’s obsessed with becoming a hotwife! But things get way out of control when her husband uneasily suggests she pretend to be a hooker and he’ll be her eager john. Instead of meeting him as planned, why has she taken off with three huge black men?
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I’d stopped in a bar for a drink after dropping Jennifer off on a street corner and driving around. I’d even watched a few innings of a baseball game on the TV behind the bar, above the liquor bottles.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could think about was Jennifer, dressed like a whore, on the street with a woman named Mercedes. Who definitely was a whore.
What had I done? I’d put my wife, the mother of our child, on the street looking like she was a hooker. What was wrong with me? Had I lost my mind?
I was in agony. My stomach hurt, my heart was racing, and I felt like throwing up. I started to feel faint and the bartender walked over to me.
“Are you alright, buddy?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”
I tried to answer him but found my throat seemed paralyzed.
“Let me get you a ginger ale,” he offered. “Do you need me to call anybody?” I gulped the soft drink and shook my head no.
“I’m just upset,” I finally got out. “I think I did something really stupid. My wife and I are playing a little game and she’s “Under the Bridge” with a hooker.”
“Buddy,” he stood back and stared at me. “You better go get her. She’s not safe, especially if she’s with one of the girls. A lot of them come in here, and I even like a few, but I wouldn’t trust them with anything important. Especially not my wife.”
I was frozen with fear, it was as though everything stood still for a moment. I was staring at the bartender, who wasn’t moving. The people around me had frozen in place, their drinks halfway to their mouths, some people in midstride. Nothing moved...