Chapter 1

“Hey, buddy, what’s happenin’?” I asked my friend Lionel, a good man that I knew for quite a while, “it’s been what, six weeks, since we last talked, and that was on social media. What’s going on with you?”

“Well, look, I’ve been on kind of a voyage of personal discovery, if you will. I’ve ... re-evaluated a few things since Shelly and I broke up. It was a pretty nasty break-up, in fact,” Lionel squirmed a little as he sat there, unsure of how to broach things.

“Yeah, I know that was rough. What was the deal with her, anyway?” I asked Li, as I often called him, a bit concerned for my friend and unsure of what happened.

“Oh ... she was very religious and I just wasn’t into that, among a few other things. She’s ... becoming a Hare Krishna, a member of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness. She wanted me to join and she wanted to get married, to have a very traditional Hare Krishna marriage, and to live as a very strict vegetarian. That’s fine for her and I wish her all the best, but it’s not my scene. I told her that and she didn’t take it well at all.

“Anyway, I’ve done some soul-searching myself and found what I wanted in life ... and so I asked you to meet me. I ... have a particular favor to ask of you. I want you ... I want you to find me a ... uh ... I believe that the right phrase is... ‘hot wife.’ You seem to know a lot of very kinky people, so I figure that you would be the right sort of man to locate one of those for me,” Lionel shifted a bit, rather awkwardly, as he asked me this favor in his residual Flemish accent.

“Okay, now, that’s a rather specific request, I have to admit. When you say ‘hot wife,’ what do you have in mind? Someone who just sleeps around a lot and flaunts it in your face? Someone who leaves a lot of creampies for you to clean up orally? Someone who cages you and makes you beg for orgasms while she fucks whoever she wishes? Someone who pimps you out to her boyfriends? I just want to be clear here, see if you know what you want, if the soul-searching has been enough to figure that out. Are you planning to be faithful while the missus steps out on you?” I asked him, just to clarify.

“I ... would want her to decide a lot of that, though I would certainly want to keep having regular sex with her, of course. Both oral, vaginal, and in other ways. As to who else I might be intimate with, that would be entirely on her terms, not mine. Other men, other women, both, neither, that would be up to her. I would love to clean up after her, yes. The other favor would be a very big one, too ... I’d be most comfortable with you as the first lover, for the lack of a better word. Don’t worry, I think that it would be clear to her, the right sort of ‘hot wife,’ that you’re not a one-woman man. Especially if you handpicked her from among the women that you know,” Li explained a bit further, much to my astonishment.

“You said ‘first’ lover, so that presumes that there would be others, of course. As to not being a one-woman man, that’s an understatement. I come and go as I please, sleep with whomever I wish, though I tend to have fuckbuddies or whatever, of both sexes, in fact. I’m not married and I have no interest in getting married. I’ll find you a wife, maybe among my chosen ladies, but you and she will both have to know that it will change nothing between she and I. No promises, no commitments, and no relationships. That’s how it is for me. No romance. No strings attached,” I laid down the law regarding myself at least.

“The lone wolf as always,” Li laughed at that, but nodded, too, even as his cock grew stiffer in front of me.

“You should go on dates with the women that I fuck and gauge each other for compatibility. Just bear in mind that the price for arranging the dates in question is that I get to fuck her whether you do or not. I’ll tell her the same thing. If she’s comfortable with that, good. If not, I won’t facilitate, though you can date her without my help, of course,” I stipulated, eager to both milk this situation for sex, but also test his sincerity about being a cuckold, wittol, or whatever.

“That seems to be a reasonable expectation, given your role in things. You’re a more dominant man and I’m a more submissive. I have to take what she gives me, but you take what you want. Not rape, of course, but more a matter of being able to issue an ultimatum. Leverage. You have more independence, more freedom, and more leverage by far than I do. I would be in your debt, as presumably the hot wife would be, too. Part of me would crave the humiliation of being made to wait until the third or fourth date or something, to establish a relationship, while you got to fuck her and flaunt it in my face,” Li confessed another secret that excited me, though I tried not to be obvious.

“So, this would be definitely a very dominant wife and girlfriend before that, with a very unequal status between you, her, and me. You’re perfectly up for this? You want me to spell that out or test to see who does that naturally?” I questioned Li further, seeing that his cock strained against the crotch of his pants.

“The latter. That would be another way of determining who is a natural slut or hot wife, you see. A slut with her lovers, sometimes with me, but always a lady in my eyes. I want her to use me, push my boundaries, make me do things for her without giving too much back, at least at first. It would be a lot more of me giving and lot less of her giving back. The expectation would be lowered and I would have to be satisfied with whatever rewards she deigns to give me, being grateful for each of them. If you punished her, she might take that out on me, too, you see,” Li admitted, now very aroused.

“Hmmm ... hold my beer. I think that I know of just the right woman to punch your ticket,” I realized, dialing up my ex-wife, of all people.

“Yes, what is it, Harvey?” Rosa answered with a bit of exasperation in her voice.

“Helluva way to greet someone who once loved you and who claimed to love. Anyway, I hope that you’re sitting down for this. I may have found you a new hubby to replace me, if that’s what you’re looking for these days. I mean, face it, you always slept around, and then got jealous whenever I paid you back for that. This guy, well, you could fuck a whole platoon of Marines and he’d be happy to see you when you came home full of spunk. He’s a buddy of mine in the market for a ... well, a ‘hot wife,’ as some call it. He wants to be a cuckold or wittol, whichever one fits better here.

“He’d submit to some humiliation from you, let you decide if, when, or how he got any sex and with whom, and he’s not exactly poor. He did really great with kryptocurrency investment and got out while he could. There’s just one or two catches, one of which includes a date. I think that he’d pay for your meals, too. However, the catch is that you’d have to sleep with me on all dates whether you slept with him or not. That’s the deal. You could date with my help and sleep with me or do without it and don’t,” I warned Rosa, who then snickered.

“Woah, what’s the downside again? You actually think that having sex with you is a bad thing? And sure, I got jealous and angry over you bedding some sluts that you picked up and hooked up with ... mostly because I ... I couldn’t understand it or relate. Might not seem fair, but think of it this way. My lovers were all exes, papi. That was the deal for me. I could be faithful as fuck for a while, but Hector or Ryan or Jim or Luis would come up and hit me up. Then they’d make wild, sweaty, hard-pumping love to me, my knees would buckle, my toes would curl, and I could never refuse them.

“I just couldn’t say no to my exes, which is why we didn’t last. If you just stuck to exes, I think that we might have worked out, but maybe not. I was always a bit sassy and you were always a bit vindictive. Anyway, this guy sounds like a good bit of fun, if nothing else. There’s one catch from me, though. None of this no sex on the first date crap for me. That won’t fly. Instead, he pays for it somehow, whether by licking me or my girlfriends really good, or by fucking one of them if she needs a favor like that or by bending over for you or by fluffing for a gang-bang or having the devil’s threesome with me and you. I fuck him, I enjoy it, but I make him pay for the pleasure, anyway. Sound sweet or what?” Rosa laughed aloud, her voice full of mischief.