Hot Wife Shared at New Year's Eve

By Connie Crichton

Hotwife Laura can't stop thinking about the two alpha males who took her at the Christmas party. She invites them to leave their wives for a couple of hours of playtime on New Year's Eve. She's determined to end the year with fireworks.

Laura is shared and used rough and raw in all the ways she dreamed of. But this time she's bitten off more than she can chew. She's in for multiple New Year's Eve kisses that she will never forget.

She has to finally admit to herself what she is, and what she's good for.

Contains hardcore descriptions of filthy sex and rough play. Adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Crichton
• Release date: Jan 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005018351

Connie Crichton

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

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Hot Wife Shared on New Year’s Eve

Hardcore Bisexual Ganged by Strangers at the Party

Connie Crichton

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Published by Deinonychus Press.

Copyright 2021 Connie Crichton

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Tomorrow is New Year's Eve and the year I'm putting behind me is an absolute doozy. I need to be drunk. I'm talking Ernest Hemingway drunk. I'm talking Hunter Thompson drunk. I feel the need to remember absolutely nothing about my last day of this insane year. I want to go out on a high so big that I lose sight of the ground.

I've lost my husband.

I've lost my home.

I've lost my best friend.

In short, I’ve got nothing left. I refuse to spend my last night of the year still sleeping in my childhood bedroom while Mum and Dad watch Jools Holland and friends on BBC 2 and ignore one another in the living room. I'm twenty-four next year and I'm already a widower. I refuse to go quietly into some dark and solemn retirement. I have a life to live. Next year, I’m going to really buck up my ideas. I’m going to get a promotion at work. I’m going to nail down a real routine and take night classes. (I don’t know what on, yet, but I’ll figure it out.) It’s going to be my year. Laura Kennilworth is going to grow the Hell up. She’s going to get herself a steady man.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, I just need to give myself over to someone. I need to completely let go. I need to be used.

Lately, I only feel good when I’m being used.

I text Tyrone and tell him I've