Black Roommate Takes My Wife

One spare bedroom. One big Black roommate. One wife who swore she couldn't stand him.

Ashley hated him from the moment he filled her doorway.

She kept a list. The way he took up her whole kitchen. The way he called her Ash like he'd known her for years. The way he brought a woman home and didn't have the decency to be quiet about it, and the way the wall between his bed and hers turned out to be nothing at all.

She hated the sounds. She hated that she stayed awake for them. She hated how insanely hot his body was.

Then Devin made her husband an offer about the rent, and James went quiet, and did the math, and didn't say no. That was how Ashley ended up in a room she had sworn she would never set foot in, on the wrong side of the wall, with a man she couldn't stand lying next to her.

Then came the bet.

She should never have taken it. She certainly should never have lost it, and she should not have kept wearing what she lost it in, night after night, in front of a man who looked at her like she was a sex object.

She told herself she was humiliated.

She was, and that turned out to be the problem, because somewhere in all that hating him her body had made up it's mind that it wanted him. The more she was around him, the less control she seemed to have over her own body.

Somewhere in all of it their own bed caught fire. Her husband, who should have been furious, could not get enough of her. He wanted her to be a tease for their new roommate. He started saying things in the dark that neither of them had ever said out loud, and she started answering.

Black Roommate Takes My Wife is an explicit hotwife novella about resistance, complicity, and a couple who found each other by letting someone else in.