Pregnant Hotwife
Book One
Penny is twenty-six weeks pregnant when she stops pretending. Her husband Matt loves her. He touches her the way he always has. But her body has changed, and what it needs has changed with it.
Matt doesn't walk away. He walks toward it. He calls a number. He arranges a chair in the corner of the room. And when the first man arrives, taller, broader, built like something her marriage wasn't designed to hold, Matt watches. Not because he's broken. Because he built this for her.
What begins as one night becomes a structure. Two men. Then a dinner invitation from a man named Wendell, who cooks steak in a house that smells like money and asks Matt the only question that matters: What's the best part for you?
By the time Penny feels two hands, one her husband's, one not, pressed against the curve of her belly while her body opens around a man who isn't the father, she knows this isn't a phase. It's an architecture.
