Hotwife Hallway: Shared at the Reception (Hotwife Initiations Book 3) by Kiley Kain

Author:Kiley Kain [Kain, Kiley]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hotwife Initiations Volume 3
Published: 2020-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

FIVE

This hallway has a total of eight doors leading off it. I know, because I’ve checked every single one of them. All locked. The hallway’s completely bare, with nothing to hide behind. The doorways are recessed about a foot, so one could stand in them and be mostly out of view. At least until whoever approaches gets near.

That’s where I am right now. The furthest opening from the top of the stairs, back against the cold wooden door. The hallway’s so dark that I’m invisible to anyone coming up the stairs.

I hope.

Logically, I realize that if I’m going to have sex with whoever appears in this hallway, they’ll see my naked body, and a whole lot more. Still, they’re likely to be perfect strangers. As exhibitionist as I am, that’s a line I’m not ready to step over. Group sex with men my husband chooses? Sure. Standing naked in a hallway? No.

It doesn’t have to make sense.

I’ve peeked from my hiding spot about a hundred times since Clark left me here. It’s always been the same plain, dark hallway. This time, I nearly jump out of my skin when I see a tall form at the top of the stairs. Impossible to identify or even judge at this distance, other than he’s got a similar build to my husband. Part of me hopes it is Clark, returning to call this insanity off. The rest of me hopes it’s some hunk with a really big cock. The second hope is more powerful right now, my pussy soaked and trembling with need.

“Leah?”

The familiar voice makes me take a few steps out of hiding. Then I remember I’m stark naked and jump back into the doorway.

“Davis?”

“Yeah. Where are you?”

This is it. Final decision time. The fact Clark sent one of our closest mutual friends up here strikes me two ways. I’m sure my husband meant it to be a comfortable, calming initiation into this scenario, and it is. It’s also endlessly weird, the idea of having sex with a man I’ve considered a friend since the freshman year of college. Have I fantasized about Davis? Absolutely, he’s hot as hell. The idea that all it takes is a word from me to make it reality pushes me forward.

“End of the hall,” I whisper loudly, knowing we’re alone but unwilling to shout.

The dim light resolves the tall shadow into Davis’ familiar form as he gets close. He’s still impeccably dressed in the shirt and pants he arrived in, but he’s lost the suit jacket and tie. If I can make out those details, that means he can see me clearly, too. I take a deep breath and step out from my doorway hiding spot.

He freezes in place, gaze locked on me. Davis slowly scans me from head to toe, the desire in his eyes electrifying me to my core. My long-time friend closes to maybe ten feet away and stops again.

“Wow,” Davis blurts.

“Wow yourself, sexy,” I giggle in reply.

My nervousness fades into pure longing. Clark made the right call, as he always does.

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