A Tentative Hotwife's Tale

Steve was everything I thought I needed in a fiancé. Patient, kind, careful with me in every way. Until I knelt on our living room rug one Thursday. He became someone I'd never seen before. Someone who wanted me to explore. And who knew exactly what that meant.

The agreement we built at our kitchen table was just the beginning. Steve doesn't want to share me carelessly—he wants to orchestrate everything. Clive understands that I belong to Steve, even when I'm in his bed. A weekend in Palm Springs changes what I thought was possible. Steve sets a wedding date, but not for the reasons I expected. And then Clive asks permission to introduce me to his friends.

After the dinner with Clive's friends, Steve started giving permissions I never expected. Each new experience pushed me further from who I used to be and closer to something else. The strip club was supposed to be just one night, but nothing stayed contained anymore. I kept telling myself I could stop whenever I wanted, that Steve was still in control. Then I met Jamarcus and learned the difference between surrender and being taken. Steve had to decide how far he'd go to bring me home, and whether home still existed after this.