Hot Wife Ganged at Christmas

By Connie Crichton

Hotwife Laura is free to act out her deepest, darkest desires this Christmas. When temptation presents itself at the annual office party, she doesn't hesitate. Laura soon finds herself taking on more than she can handle, however, when three hot alpha male co-workers dominate her and take her all at once. Double and triple the usual fun, Laura's having a Christmas to remember. Hardcore adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Crichton
• Release date: Dec 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005806958

Connie Crichton

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

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Hot Wife Ganged at Christmas

Hardcore Taken and Double Dominated at the Party

Connie Crichton

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Published by Deinonychus Press.

Copyright 2021 Connie Crichton

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I love Christmas parties. I absolutely adore everything about them. The twinkling lights, the cheap tinsel, the tackily decorated miniature tree on the buffet table, and all the music that we've collectively just absorbed into our bones at this point, whether we like it or not - I love it all.

Being at a trendy young upstart of a company - BoundAround, Inc. is trying very hard to steal Twitter's thunder - means that the Christmas party is an incredibly ironic affair for most of the attendees. They wear their most hideous Christmas jumper and a Santa hat or antlers are mandatory. They shout along to Slade and Cliff Richard and drink until it's no longer ironic. And I love it.

Erik with a K is here, the big, fair-haired, bearded Viking who took me for an eventual first and only date down by the river a month ago. He's tried to speak to me a few times since, but I've fobbed him off. It was quite easy to do, because my husband had just died.

Let's not be coy, we killed him, my friend Anya and me. We killed him and set up her husband to take the blame.

And it worked.

I don't wear my ring any more. I was too preoccupied with the threat of going to prison for