Three Hotwife Short Stories: An Invitation to Indulgence
Two delicious creampies and one strange bukkake that no one saw *ahem* coming
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If you’ve been enjoying Tropical Permission, you already know: I’m obsessed with the slow burn of marital boundaries melting away, the line between fantasy and memory blurring, and the exquisite tension of permission granted and desire unbound.
But sometimes, you want the heat undiluted—a story that grabs you, shakes you, and leaves its mark before you’ve even caught your breath. A literary quickie.
In the last week, I’ve published three short stories that go straight to the heart of the hotwife genre, each one exploring a different facet of female desire, complicity, and the exquisite thrill of being shared. If you’re new here, or just missed one along the way, consider this your invitation to indulge.
No Condom. No Pulling Out.
Hotwife Graduation: The First Time Another Man Finished Inside Her
Emily’s “graduation” is more than a milestone—it’s the culmination of months of longing, auditions, and the aching need to be claimed, fully and without reservation by her new bull, Jake. Her husband Ted orchestrates the experience with loving precision, but when the moment comes, it’s messy, raw, and utterly consuming. This one was written for the July story contest on Reddit’s r/eroticliterature, and it’s as honest as it is explicit—a story about trust, surrender, and the hunger for more.
Soirée des Hommes (Guy’s Night)
Eight Men. One French Woman. Guy’s Night gets unexpectedly wild.
Sylvie, impossibly French and impossible to ignore, becomes the object—and architect—of a fantasy her husband’s friends never dared voice aloud. One night, the boundaries dissolve: a roomful of men, a poised woman, and an evening that unfolds somewhere between the absurd and the sublime. A playful, audacious take on group dynamics, voyeurism, and the uniquely European knack for pleasure.
The Taste of Tonight
She comes home late, with stories on her skin and something more in her panties.
A story told in the pulse between two locations—her lover’s apartment and her waiting husband’s arms. What lingers on her lips, what dampens her tights, what her husband will taste and smell and crave when she returns home: it’s a meditation on anticipation, aftermath, and marital complicity. If you crave stories that linger on the tongue and in the mind, this is for you.
Each of these stories stands alone, but together they sketch the boundaries—and the breaking of boundaries—that define the hotwife and cuckold subgenres: trust, exhibitionism, the thrill of being wanted by others, and the deepening intimacy that can only come when secrets are shared rather than hidden.
If you’re new to my writing, welcome! Please subscribe (free!) to get the next story delivered right to your inbox. If you’re already here, thank you for reading, commenting, and sharing your fantasies with me. This is a space for exploration, for honest heat, for savoring every taste of desire.
Let me know what you think. And, as always, enjoy.
— L.H. 💋