The Hotwife’s Haunted Mansion (Ultimate Hotwife Halloween, #8) by London Aubrey

Author:London, Aubrey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AL
Published: 2023-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

Pulling into the driveway at home felt surreal. Did I dream all of that? Did any of it happen, or was I hallucinating? On a whim, I checked the map on my phone once more, double checking that the mansion really didn’t show up on the street view.

Someone was very good at keeping secrets, I supposed. That didn't mean I made the night up in my head. Especially since I could still feel the effects of all those men on my body as I stepped from the car into the warmth of my garage.

Dave’s car was there in his usual spot, as I expected. If he was there tonight, he left before I did.

Winding my way down the hall and to the bedroom, I dropped my coat on the floor and headed to the bathroom. In the mirror, I looked more like myself than I did back there. Not as mussed as I was before the demon entered the room and railed me from behind.

That made it feel even more like an illusion of some kind.

Stripping down, I stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as I could stand it. Unsteady with my thoughts and emotions, I washed my hair and face, then let the spray run down my body while I stood motionless.

I was certain everything was elaborately staged to make it more fun. It was Halloween night, after all, and the houses on my street were all decked out in lights and pumpkin decorations. Spiders, skeletons, and jack-o-lanterns had nothing on the real thing, I supposed. A real life mansion, larger than life, filled with hungry men looking to eat me alive.

Every minute was worth it.

That time, when I got out of the shower and dried off, there was nothing waiting. Usually, after I’d been out with another man, Dave waited there for me. Sometimes we’d even talk about it while I was in the shower. But not tonight.

Tonight felt different for so many reasons.

Whereas the last time I emerged into the steamy bathroom and there was a party invite on the counter, now there’s a single red rose.

Dave has been there.

So where is he?

Wandering the hallway outside our bedroom, I let my fingertips trail along the cool drywall. My body ached, pulsing with the idea that though I'd been taken hard, fast, and repeatedly, I could look forward to my husband taking me, too.

Finally, I heard what I thought was him. Walking into the living room, I found him on the couch, reclining naked against the cushions, his cock in his hand. Immediately, I understood what he wanted. Feeling myself growing slicker between my thighs, I moved closer to him.

“Everyone wants to fuck you,” he said lowly.

“Mm, they sure do.” running my fingers over my tight nipples, I met his gaze. “And I fucking let them.”

“Who do you come home to, Suze?” At his words, his cock swelled in his hand, and he stroked it some more.

“My husband.” I took a step forward. “You.”

“That’s right.

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