Hot Wife Exposed at the Office Party

By Connie Crichton

After Laura’s husband permitted to play with other men as long as she told him everything, she began a journey of self-discovery that dramatically broadened her appetites. She took what she wanted and let herself by taken by those who wanted her.

Laura started at the very top, used for the pleasure of the older men running the company. Now, a young alpha male nearer the ground floor has caught her eye. But when she takes the initiative at an office party to celebrate her new promotion, Laura quickly realises he doesn't care what she wants. Nobody does. Not the men, and not her older female co-worker.

They don't care what she wants and one of them doesn't care who knows about her sordid secrets...

This is a short, hardcore erotic story featuring rough play, cheating, and submission and domination. Book 3 of the Hot Wife Office series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Crichton
• Release date: Nov 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005707880

Connie Crichton

I’m a thirty-something gal from sunny England.

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Hot Wife Exposed at the Office Party

Hardcore Taboo Dominated by Alpha Males Exhibitionism

Connie Crichton

Smashwords Edition

Published by Deinonychus Press.

Copyright 2021 Connie Crichton

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The pizza restaurant - it’s a Pizza Hut, let’s not be coy - is half empty. The other half is hosting every face I’ve ever passed in the office corridors and plenty I haven’t who nevertheless have that InvoTech vibe. The vibe is that of pasty, middle-aged men and women who have used most of their energy on any given morning trying to convince themselves that everything will be alright at 5pm when they clock off. It’s a bad look. There are a few fresh-faced youngsters in there, like me, who are straight out of university and are using this job to pad out the CV until something interesting comes along. Since my husband gave me a free pass - as long as I tell him every sordid detail, at least - I’ve played three times. Two of those were with much older men. The other, he was a fair bit older, but he was at least more than a decade away from retirement.

There was a fourth one, my friend Anya, but I’m in two minds as to whether she counts. I didn’t tell my husband about her, so let’s not count her for now. She’s not here, anyway. She doesn’t work for InvoTech.

Jack’s here, though. We like Jack. Jack is six-foot-three or -four, blonde-haired, blue-eyed. He looks like he’s carved out of wood, a picture of a Scandinavian superman, even though he’s Scottish.

He doesn’t know what they fuck he’s doing, he says to the old man next to him. Both point and laugh at Gary,