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Once I made my bull, Tyrell, understand what I wanted, he took over. He arranged it all - rich clients, a booker, a manager, everything. Finally, I was about to get what I truly wanted. Without asking for it. At last.

“You just make it known that you’re open to a little familiarity,” my boss told me when he hired me. Looking back, I realize that’s where all this started. I was the bait, the lure, the unattainable prize. Until I wasn’t so unattainable after all. From there, it was a direct descent to where I am now. A married woman, a hotwife, an escort. It’s a journey I’m still on.

Now that I’ve moved in with Bettie, she convinced me to sleep with Marcella. It was all I dreamed it could be and then some. But when she invited Marcella into our bed, I made sure Marcella knew why. Which worked out better than anyone could have hoped. That leaves Jackie, the one who suggested sharing me in the first place. Bet you can’t guess what happened next.

It’s all spun out of control, but it’s the most indescribably fantastic thing that ever happened to me. And that’s saying something because I thought the same thing when Mattie married me. But this is so much more than just being married to the woman of my dreams.

~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.

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.

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.

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.

When Grace is shipped off to the Clayton plantation in Alabama, she finds her circumstances have changed dramatically. In some ways better but in other ways, worse. At least until things change again. In a shocking turn of events. Even for Grace.

I never would have believed there could be too much of a good thing. Until it happened to me. Two men, two exciting careers, too much. So I’m calling for reinforcements. Luckily, I know just who to call.

The effect I have on men scares me. So over the years, I’ve kept my distance. But since my husband encouraged me to become a hotwife, I’ve changed. First, I took on a bull. Then, I joined the Black Bull Club with four other hotwives. It’s been an unnerving experience, to say the least. Especially when each of the other hotwives in our Club had their very own ‘special party’. Now they tell me that it’s my turn. But what they don’t know is the effect I have on men. Their men.

Once I reconnected with Bettie, I was in heaven. I’d never had a girlfriend like her and I was over the moon about it. That should have been enough. But it wasn’t. Not just because I wanted more, although I did want more. I never would have considered what came to pass unless Bette wanted it too. Did she really want it, though? Or was she just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear?

When Grace gets invited to an ‘experience’ south of the Mason-Dixon line, she’s more than a bit skeptical. She’s never visited the Confederate States of America in her life. But when her best friend talks her into going, she gets cautiously excited. It’s supposed to be a fun, enlightening experience, the likes of which she’s never contemplated.

Our ‘hotwife vacation’ is turning out to be a dream come true for both of us. But our first partner needs to fly home early, leaving us high and dry. And as the old saying goes, you never forget your first, even in this. So we’re venturing out on our own, tentatively, carefully. At least, that’s the idea, at first. But not for long.