Kenny Wright

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra: 9

This story is now complete, and I've submitted it to Amazon (just in time to meet my deadline). It comes out on Thursday, so because of this, I've shifted my Patreon schedule a bit. I'm posting today (obviously) and Thursday, so that you can all read the whole thing on the day that it publishes.Preorder it on Amazon now if you'd like. I'll also have links to other retailers on Thursday (I'll be manually publishing to those). Thanks again everyone! Oh, and I added some fun images at the bottom of this chapter as a special...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 8

Chapter 12Unlike after the rave the night before, tonight Austin was lucid as he returned to his cabin. More than just lucid. It was like the world had come alive in vibrant color. He was Dorothy entering Oz.He could still smell Cassandra on him. He could shut his eyes and still feel her skin, so soft, so smooth. He remembered the way she kissed—more assertive than back when they dated, yet not in the way that Faye was.But what stuck with him most of all, blazing like a high proof spirit, was watching her take Marshall in her ass. Just thinki...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 7

Chapter 11“I’m going to watchas you fuck her.”Cassandra felt a rush at her husband’s order. She always did when he got this way. She knew most would consider it a weakness that she liked to give in to his desires. She’d always been that way. She was a sub, and yes, over the years, the things that she did for Marshall got more and more extreme, but it always felt good to do as she was told—the naughtier, the better.This order, coming at thismoment, on thisship, with thisman, felt like diving off the Horizon Deck only to realize how f...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 6

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I'm going to apologize at the top here for what I'm about to leave you with before the weekend. But this is already a hefty two chapters, leading to a moment that I've been so excited to write, and it didn't seem right to chop it off earlier.Also, these two chapters feature a few characters from other Hotwife Cruise stories. I'll leave the references at the bottom.Chapter 9The next morning, Austin felt like all of the water had been sucked out of his face. He also had a wicked headache. I...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 5

Chapter 7“Drink this.” Cassandra unscrewed the top of the water bottle and shoved it into Austin’s hand. “You’re going to be really thirsty soon.”“You are so amazing, Cass.” The way he beamed at her was adorable, but she saw the telltale signs of the drug in him—the blown out pupils and the way he just couldn’t sit still.“Is your wife here?”“No, she left,” he said, like it was the most delightful thing in the world. “With some guy. I’m so happy for her. She’s going to get fucked so hard.”It was the drug talki...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 4

For those of you just tuning in, this is part of my upcoming book in the Hotwife Cruise series, a collaboration with the other ACHE authors. Find all of the chapters of my story here, and definitely check out the other books in the series.Chapter 5Cassandra regretted her shoes after the first half hour ashore. The cork-heeled Jimmy Choo sandals, even with their more modest heel, were not ideal for walking through the streets of downtown Nassau.Still, it was good to be on solid ground, the sun bright in a cloudless blue sky. The weather was perf...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 3

Here we go, something more substantial at last! I'm really enjoying this one. Hope you do, too, and see generally what I'm going for. Oh, and I forgot to mention that Kate and Jordan, from the last chapter, are actually from Skyler Quinn's book, which releases on February 6.Chapter 3Cassandra was used to men looking at her a certain way. She’d cultivated a very specific look over the years and she’d long ago come to peace with people’s reactions to it.But it was different with Austin. Austin was a man from before, a man who kn...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 2

Apologies in advance for this short chapter. I need to take more time with the following chapter, for reasons you'll see, since it's a really important moment in the story, and I've been so busy finalizing In Too Deep: Part Two, for publication. But next week's should be a doozy!Chapter 2The Nautical Nook Bar reminded Austin of a ship’s wheel. The large, circular bar sat at the center of the space, and almost sunken into the floor, acting as the hub. Around the outside, like spokes of the wheel, were the nooks, round, recessed...

The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 1

You're getting an exclusive, sneak peek at my upcoming Hotwife Cruisebook! What you're going to read is different than the blurb on the preorder page. I've ditched that idea in favor of something a little breezier.Before I launch into this, though, a quick note about what this series is. This is actually the third series written by some of the folks over at A.C.H.E. (Authors of Cuckold and Hotwife Erotica), but it's my first contribution to them. For those curious, the other series are The Hotwife Key Partyand The Hotwife Games....

Nothing today

Sorry, all. Between working on a brand new While We Were Apartbook and also my Hotwife Cruise book, I've got nothing to share today. My plan is to get the first chapter of the cruise book up for you to check out next week.Actually, here's one thing. This is an AI rendering of my two main characters from the cruise book, Cassandra and Austin. They're not a couple, each there with their own partner, but once were. Maybe they will be again by the end of this adventure.See you next week!

January 2025 Update

[photo credit: DimaKozitsyn]It is 2025. How crazy is that? Every January, there's this moment where I feel like I'm in the future. Then, of course, reality sinks back in and I'm back into the thick of it all over again. This post should probably be an aspirational one, right, talking about all the amazing things that are coming up? Okay, I can do one of those!First, a few things that have already been released this month!In Too Deep: Part 1Released: January 13, 2025Book Links:AmazonAppleSmashwordsBarnes & NobleFull list on my book p...

While We Were Apart: Senior Year 5

Chapter 6After overhearing Jeremy brag about partying with my ex-girlfriend, I was finally starting to think of her that way: as my ex. And I stopped hiding and avoiding. I saw my friends again. I tried to stop worrying about seeing Morgan again.As it happened, all the drama and insecurity that I felt wasn’t shared by any of our mutual friends. I mostly got a “where have you been, man?” greeting, or people chided me that senior year was supposed to be chill, not full of grueling study.Most of them had jobs lined up after graduation, or we...

While We Were Apart: Senior Year 4

Chapter 5I’m not sure what I was expecting. For Morgan to chase after me? For Jeremy to stop me and tell me that I was being an idiot? For me to come to my senses and turn and say I was all wrong?Instead, I kept walking… walking… walking until it was too late. When I did turn to look back, the door was closed, neither Jeremy nor Morgan standing there waiting. Probably already in the house, Jeremy taking advantage of his vulnerable “friend.”I felt loss and regret. I felt my whole world blowing away, like I’d torn my life into little ...

While We Were Apart: Senior Year 3

Chapter 4“Ah! Ah! Fuck me! Ah!”The cries drew me deeper into the house. Everyone I passed gave me a pitying look, whispering to one another and shaking their heads sadly. I floated past them, down the hall with all the doors.The man’s grunts were now audible through the door at the end of the hall, the unmistakable sounds of sex assaulting my ears. My gut churned. My skin crawled. “Ah! Ah!”“Harder! Fuck me… harder!” Morgan was moaning for it. Begging for it. “Fuck it into me!”“That’s my girl,” Jeremy said. And I was in...

New books out

This probably should be in the form of a January 2025 update (and I will have that in January) but I wanted to let the patrons know that In Too Deep: Part One is out on Amazon (and will be available elsewhere shortly). I'll also be doing a print version for those who like reading it the old fashioned way."Part One" actually consists of the first two books combined. I took your suggestions into account and decided that this story was best told in two parts, rather than three. Also, "book 3" is as long as books one and two com...

While We Were Apart: Senior Year 2

Chapter 2Two weeks later, Morgan gave me a lingering kiss before sauntering away across the grassy quad, her ponytail bouncing, heading for the gym. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, encased in a skin tight pair of gym leggings and a racer back top that showed off her midriff.“You are so fucking lucky, man.” Beside me, my buddy Dan was just as mesmerized. “Love the belly ring.”“Since when were you keeping tabs on Morgan’s piercings?”“Oooh, she have more?”“No, just… fuck you.”Dan chuckled. “Your girl’s hot. I no...

While We Were Apart: Senior Year 1

A while back, I wrote a book called The Blonde in 3C, which jumped between a time when the two protagonists were friends, and when they were a couple exploring the hotwife fantasy. I love writing origin stories—not just of the couple and how they got into wife sharing, but also how the husband and the wife arrived at that point. It got me thinking about what would happen if I lingered on those important moments in a couple's lives just a little longer.As many of you know, I like to think of the couple as the third protagonist, when it com...

America's Favorite Pasttime (novella)

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 6

Chapter 9“Yes! Yes, fuck me. Fuck me… Anthony!”Stephen gasped as his own wife cried the other man’s name—herother man. Her bull—although she still laughed at the term. He held her hips, fucking her from behind as visions of what must have happened last night played in his mind.“Oh, Jules!” Stephen grunted, his breathing shallow but his thrusts deep. “Say it… again…”“I fucked another man.”Stephen’s balls tightened.“Oh my…” He was close. He couldn’t hold out much longer. He’d denied himself all day yesterda...

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 5

Penultimate chapter is here (and the real climax). Hope you've enjoyed this drawn out journey. I know some of you were eager for something quicker or dirtier. My goal with this book was to create something that a husband could hand his wife and say, "Here, this is how I feel about being a hotwife." I think I've done that. In any case, enjoy this ride!Chapter 8Leaving the family restroom in an airport, alone, dressed in an LBD and her makeup done, would have been equal parts embarrassing and nauseating—changing in a public rest...

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 4

Happy Holidays, and Happy Christmas Eve if you celebrate it! I've been busy writing over the last week, ever since I've gotten out from under my real life work, and have completed this book, other than a final chapter. Yay! I'm really excited for these last few chapters here, because this is what all three books have been building towards. Enjoy!Chapter 6So much happened on that first day that it was hard to keep up. Julianna had woken up in the morning with her husband, flown to meet a man for coffee—and later kissed—had drinks...

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 3

Okay, we're back! And with a couple of chapters for you. I was going to publish just chapter 4, but then thought it was too much to leave it there. You've all been waiting so patiently, so I wanted to close out this one leg of the story. Enjoy!Chapter 4Stephen knew that the best course now was to give her space. He’d coached Garrett’s soccer team years ago, and knew that by the time the game game began, all he could really do was watch and hope they remembered their drills and plays. In a sense, these last few months had been gettin...

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 2

Chapter 2Stephen stared at the GPS dot as it moved from the airport to a strip of shops just north of it . She was doing it. Julianna had actually left the airport. This wasn’t a ruse. She wasn’t just humoring him. She was too practical to risk missing her next flight just to tease her husband.“Just coffee,” he said to himself. Zooming in on the dot, he read the name of the place she was at: The Roast House. He clicked it, pulling up photos of the small, independent coffee shop. Cute place. He wondered how crowded it was. He wondered if...

Never Too Late to Play: Layovers 1

Thanksgiving was a good way to recharge, but unfortunately I didn't get as much writing done as I'd intended. My other job (also known as my main income) has ramped up quite significantly in the last two weeks, and heading into the holidays, I think it's going to be pretty intense. I didn't want to leave you fine folks completely hanging, though, so here's the first chapter of Layovers. This one's not been edited yet, so there may be typos. Apologies in advance!Oh, and this cover tile is mostly a placeholder. I wiped it ...

Thank you to all my patrons!

You are a wonderful and supportive group. Thank you all. I've written more in the last year than I have in a long time, and it's in large part due to this community. So thank you.And as a show of appreciation, while it may not be actual fiction, here are some more AI images of characters from past books. Remember all the caveats around AI images (imagine them how you want, they're not perfect, and it has the habit of making everyone in their early twenties). Oh, and they all get a little same-y. But I think it's fun. Enjoy!Maggi...

November 2024 Update

[photo credit: DimaKozitsyn]Thanksgiving is upon us, and wow did November fly by. This has been a rollercoaster of a month, and I swear that I just wrote the October update.Normally, I post some new content on Tuesdays, as many of you have become accustomed to. Today, this is the content as I've got a few pots on the range, but nothing quite ready to post. Read below if you're curious.My life outside of writing has been wild as well. My kids are getting older, which require a lot more driving to sporting events than I anticipated, but i...

Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 7

Chapter 7“Happy birthday, honey,” Stephen said as he carried her a mug of coffee into the bedroom.“Ugh, don’t remind me.” She wanted to crawl back under the covers and go back to yesterday—or last year, or maybe ten years ago. “Can I still say that I’m in my early fifties at 55?”“You don’t have to say anything. You’re gorgeous, no matter what age you are.”“Says you.” She took the coffee from him and sipped. She loved that aroma, enjoying the bitterness on her tongue, sweetened just a touch by the oat milk creamer.�...

Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 6

The penultimate chapter to The Profile. This book was written almost as I posted, and while I knew where I needed it to go for the third novella in the series, I wasn't sure how it was going to get there. It's really helped fill in a ton of details, though, for who Julianna and Stephen are, which has been pretty amazing. It's also quite a bit longer than I'd anticipated (only 5 chapters, rather than 7).Chapter 6THE HUSBAND:Just testing to see whether this thing is on.ANA: Yes, dear, I installed it and set it up.THE HUSBAND:You s...

Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 5

Chapter 5“What about this one?” Stephen said. They were in bed. He was on his phone, she was reading her book. “‘Just read your profile. And by read, I mean I jer—’”“No thank you.”“He attached a photo. Want to see? Wow!”“Didn’t we specify no dick pics?” Julianna set her book down. “Let me see your phone.”The profile had been live for less than a week, and already they’d been flooded with comments and messages. The first few, they’d read together. That lasted about ten minutes. When it became clear what the sh...

Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 4

Chapter 4Stephen had girded himself for disappointment, but the reality was still hard to swallow. She’d gone along with writing the profile, but apparently she’d never been serious about it. He also knew that if he pressed, it could backfire. Julianna could be stubborn, and they’d made so much progress since Phoenix that he didn’t want to blow it.Even still, this wild, destructive part of him had started to wonder if he should get in touch with Anthony. He’d kept the guy’s card, so had his contact information. He knew that the owne...