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~Brandon~What kind of idiot pushes the woman of his dreams into another man’s arms and bed? How stupid do you have to be to encourage that man to think he’s in charge? Why in the world would the woman you love do exactly what you’re asking her to do? When everyone knows it’s all going to end badly. ~Mattie~I love my husband more each day, but I can’t live without my bull. Good thing we’re all on the same page. Or so it seems. For now.

I lusted after Mattie from a distance for years, never thinking I had a chance with her. Then I broke out of the friend-zone and, against all odds, I married her. When she turned out to be even kinkier than I was, I knew I didn’t deserve her. So I set about trying to prove it. And I almost did.

A fancy hotel ballroom. A dozen beautiful socialite hotwives. A dozen black bulls. A dozen caged cuckolds. A night to remember. Schyler and Mark continue to provoke each other to new depths of erotic challenges. Their spiraling desires threaten to destroy them.

Now that Leila is married to Marlon and we’ve been approved by Rodney Morrow. We’re ready to begin our foray into high-end escorting. Which is, or so we’ve been told, so different from what we’ve been doing. For so much more money. And fun.

Since we moved to my husband’s boyhood home in the country, I’ve struggled to come to grips with my new life as a tenant farmer's wife. It’s not that I didn’t know what Taylor wanted to do with his life, I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon after we got married.

My wife Whitney is always incredibly busy, which kind of sucks. Between our three kids and her charity work, we hardly get a moment for ourselves. But she’s worth it—gorgeous, sexy, loves me like crazy. So I try to be supportive as best I can. But when she tells me what her friends are doing, I’ve got to make a decision. Is this what I really want?

Schyler James is intrigued. Her husband Mark has opened the door to new possibilities in their evolving relationship, but he’s unwilling or unable to decide just how evolved they should be. So it’s up to Schyler to make the call. For both of them. And he’ll just have to live with her decision.

Feigning ambivalence had always worked wonders for Mark James. He was never the best-looking guy at the party, or even in the top three, but he always took home the best-looking women. Including, most spectacularly, Schyler Derrington, the most beautiful, desirable, unattainable woman he’d ever seen. The woman he married. And that was the start of everything that followed, good and bad.

Kaitlyn's black bull Tyrell loves that she still hates entertaining black men, so he ups the ante. He also relishes tormenting Kaitlyn and Carson. As an experienced bull, he knows just what buttons to push and how hard to push them.

Now that we’ve moved to LA where my wife’s bull lives, things are heating up. He’s dominating her almost as hard as she’s cucking me. I hate it, but I love it, too. And I wonder how far it will go. How far we will take this.

Once Leila flew from London to join our unusual family in Texas. She has taken to whoring like a fish takes to water. But she wonders if we’re being taken advantage of. I’ve been wondering the same thing.

During her year of moonlighting as a "hospitality specialist" at the Penthouse Hotel, USC film student Kaitlyn politely declined entertaining black men. Even when Tyrell, a handsome and well-connected black man offered to help her show business ambitions, she respectfully refused his advances. But when her new boyfriend Carson told her of his fascination with interracial sex, he unleashed an unexpected torrent of conflicting emotions and desires that set all three of them on a collision course of lust and betrayal.

Destiny has spent six months looking for her best friend in the New Confederacy. The friend she unwittingly trapped in their system of human bondage. But as soon as she found her friend, it all went south for her. Now she finds herself trapped in the same system. One she now knows all too well.

My name is Fiona and this is the story of how my husband turned me into a BBC slut. Now I know what you’re thinking and no, I don’t mean a Big Black Cock slut, although that’s sort of true, too. What I’m talking about is the Black Bull Club. It’s a secret club of black men who act as bulls for hot wives and their cuckolds. I am a hotwife. My husband Mason is a cuckold. Lamar is my bull. This is my story.

When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

Grace’s life in the Anderson household is predictable and painful but not without merit. She is one of five slaves owned and stabled on the beautiful, sprawling estate. She’s well-fed, housed, even allowed to be intimate with other slaves. But she knows her best friend is nearby. She saw her on the street.

After almost six months as a very active member of the White Hot Wives Club, I noticed something was missing. Although hundreds of men belonged to the club and dozens wanted to be with me, all of them were white. I’ve never been with a black man before but the Club had so changed my attitude toward sex that I’m ready for anything.

The Newbie “I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

My life has changed so much since I joined the White Hot Wives Club. My husband is so much more attentive to my needs and I’m having more fun than ever with so many different men from such different walks of life. Until even that’s not enough.

“I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.