Marcia was always aroused, and the night she met Tim was no different, except he looked like an actor she’d just watched while masturbating. Tim had never seen a woman as beautiful as Marcia, and when she told him she couldn’t settle for sleeping with just one man for the rest of her life, he’d answered that he wanted to watch.

Her boss’s offer was too good to pass up. Several times her current salary, and all Marcia had to do was let him take her to bed. And, oh yes, to use her body to find and retain clients for his company. Marcia accepted the offer while Tim stayed home waiting to reclaim his wife.

Soon Marcia was making love on an airplane and in Paris to a husband and wife. Tim was handcuffed to watch when she was roughly used by a black man with a questionable reputation.

Along the way, Marcia discovered she was a size queen by her own admittance.

This is the story of a hotwife of breathtaking beauty and a cuckold husband who loves her.

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Tim had seen her walk in, like nearly every other man in the bar. He’d been alone and lonely since before he’d walked in, and not being a part of a group, he expected to go home alone.

Tim saw her push her chair back under her table as she said a few words to her friends. Then, Marcia walked toward him, and he was seized by a moment of panic. She could have been heading to the bar or the restroom, but he knew she wasn’t. Marcia was twisting a ring on her right hand and coming straight toward him. Tim stood as though petrified, unsure what game she was playing.

As she drew near, Marcia was pleased by the look of surprise on his face. He was tall, well over six feet, and wore long dark hair and a dark mustache. There was nothing unusual about his clothes, showing neither wealth nor poverty.

He had to bend toward her to hear what she had to say in the noisy bar. “You remind me of Heathcliff from the latest Wuthering Heights movie.” She’d watched the movie three times because of her intense physical reaction to the actor. The third time she’d masturbated whenever he was on the screen. Unlike some of her girlfriends, Marcia had never fantasized about taking an actor or a movie character to bed. But, she’d have spread her legs for Heathcliff.

“I do?” Although he'd heard of the book, Tim hadn’t seen the movie. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s good, I think. You’re tall and dark and mysterious looking. Maybe even pensive. Are you pensive?” Marcia asked, smiling and trying not to appear nervous, which caused her already soft voice to become even harder to hear.

“It must be because I’m not mysterious. I’m Tim, by the way, and this table just opened up. Would you have a drink with me?”

“I would.” Liquor loosened the tight control Marcia tried to keep on her raging libido. Tim looked even more like the actor up close, and she loved how the English actor had looked. She’d loved his appearance so much she’d dreamt of him sweeping her away and ravishing …

“What are you thinking,” Tim interrupted.

“I was thinking of how much you resembled the actor.”

“You said that was a good thing; how good was it?” Tim asked.

“I dreamt that he had his way with me,” Marcia smiled back at him. Tim was momentarily struck dumb by the radiance of her smile and the x-rated content of her words.

“I’d love to sweep you off your feet and have my way… Sorry, I don’t mean to offend you.”

“Were you going to say you wanted to have your way with me?”

“Yes, again, I apologize.”

“Repeat after me,” Marcia said, looking into his eyes. “Marcia, I want to take you back to your apartment and ravish you.”

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