Shared In Nashville: First Time Hotwife With Younger Man

One weekend away. One twenty-one-year-old who didn't care that she was thirty-six, married, and a mother of three. One husband who wanted to do more than watch.

Faith married me at nineteen and had our son before that, and somewhere in the middle of three kids and a mortgage she stopped being a woman anyone noticed. She's still got the body she had at twenty two. She hides it in t-shirts. She doesn't know she's doing it.

Then her friend put her in something obscene in a fitting room and told her to send me a picture.

I couldn't stand up at my desk. I couldn't think straight for the rest of the day. I couldn't stop looking at it, and neither could she, and that was the first thing either of us had wanted in years.

Nashville was supposed to be a weekend to put a spark back in our marriage. Neither of us knew what we were driving toward.

She told herself the top was for me. She told herself she'd never wear it out. She told herself a lot of things, and then she walked down Broadway in it with her tits half out and let strangers look at her.

Carter was twenty-one. A college hockey player with a body my wife couldn't stop looking at, and he was not the least bit bothered by the ring on her finger.

He changed her over one weekend. He changed us.

I watched her let him.

I watched my wife turn into somebody I had never met, and I have never wanted her the way I wanted her that weekend.

Shared in Nashville is an explicit first-time hotwife novella with an MFM finish, about a quiet marriage, a woman who found out how badly she wanted to be wanted, and a husband who liked sharing more than he ever expected to.