Lena White

The fall semester at Crestmore College erupted into chaos. Arianna Wallace, the most talked-about woman on campus, had not only claimed the role of housegirl at Beta House but also cemented it as the most infamous tradition in school history.

Now that Danielle has agreed to join our new family, things are changing quickly. We’re adjusting but it’s a challenge and a joy at the same time. I’ve got my hands full but I’m not complaining. Especially when I get my first glimpse of Danielle’s ex, Chloe. Who might join us as well.

Grace has been with almost every member of the Athens Club before her debut is complete. And she proves to be one of the most requested slaves of the dozens they own. But the club’s goal is not to own her for too long. Its goal is to sell her to the highest bidder.

At Crestmore College, Beta House carries on a secret tradition: every semester, five men select one woman to serve as their housegirl—room and board in exchange for availability, in every sense of the word.

When the house loses two men, the real power struggle begins. With Marshall and Brett gone, Beta House stands on uncertain ground. Arianna Wallace—the woman who built its rules and ran its games—faces a new challenge: herself.

I can’t say for sure that I adopted my rescue dog so I had an excuse to see Bettie at the dog park again. But if I’m being honest with you, or myself, that was definitely part of the reason I did.

What is a perfect cuckold? My husband. Perfect for me, at least, and isn’t that all that matters? Well, no, not really. But it’s a start. A very good one at that. So, let me tell you my story.

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off....

My wife Allie has taken a bull. Or, I should say, he’s taken her. And he’s got some very specific ideas about what it means to be a true cuckold. I’ve been a fan of interracial cuckolding my entire adult life. Now, I’m realizing just what that really means....

I was surprised when I saw Madison at the restaurant where I used to work. She was tatted up like no other employee I’d ever worked with. But it was her kindness and warm smile that impressed me. And when I found out she needed help, I knew what to do. Especially since I was in a place to do it.

With our growing family filling our apartment, we turn to other matters. Some of the women I live with want to be mothers. But before we can delve into that, I get a surprise request. From my wife.

This three-part, dual point-of-view series explores the introduction of another man into a marriage that thrives on danger and pushing boundaries to the limit. Lots of interracial sex, a growing desire for humiliation, and a few kinky surprises are guaranteed.

After ten years together I thought I knew my husband. I was wrong. Out of the blue, he surprised the hell out of me one night. He wanted me to open myself up to possibilities I never knew existed, not for a married woman.

Five hotwives, five cuckolds, five black bulls.

Is this the life I always dreamed of? Yes and no. I’m living with two beautiful women, but I’m not sleeping with either of them. My wife’s bull is, though; sometimes, right in front of me.

I met my future husband over Words with Friends back when that was a thing. What I didn’t realize was that he lived almost 5000 miles away from my home in London. But when we finally met in person after a 3-year, long-distance friendship. It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but close.

Peg Shaw should be happy. Her husband Braden loves her and she loves him. They have a good life together and she knows he'd do anything for her–he already has. The freedom he gave her was more than any woman could ever want, or expect.

I am a trophy husband. No joke, but sometimes it does seem funny when I say it out loud. And sometimes, it doesn’t seem funny at all. But don’t feel sorry for me - I’m married to one of the most beautiful women in the world. She’s on a list.

I thought I’d come to terms with the fact that I’m just not the marrying type, and yet here I am at a matchmaking resort for billionaires. I’ve dated black women and white women, but none of them make me want to settle down. At least, so far. Then I met Vanny. I might have to reassess.

My life is spinning out of control. In just a few short months, I’ve gone from being a somewhat prim and proper wife and schoolteacher to something I didn’t know existed a year ago.