My Hot Wife's Double Life - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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I plastered on a fake smile and shrugged him off. When we pulled up to the Vienna Marriott, the place was buzzing like Times Square on New Year's Eve.
The whole damn hotel was booked solid - black SUVs lined the entrance while bouncers checked IDs. Only elite members like Lucas Roscente got the golden ticket in.
The lobby was wall-to-wall people. A massive banner screamed "NEW PROPERTY LAUNCH - 6% OFF LIMITED TIME OFFER!" My eyes darted through the crowd searching for Emily, but my wife was nowhere in sight.
Before I could look further, Lucas yanked me toward the elevators. "Boring down here. Let's level up."
Third floor - property buyers' central. Information desks, check-in stations, the works.
Lucas couldn't wait. He dragged me into some VIP dressing room, stripped down faster than a NASCAR pit crew, and slapped a little blue pill into my palm.
"What's this?" I asked, though I already knew.
"Thai imports," he grinned. "Grand a pop. Keeps you rocking all night."
"Do I really-"
"Just swallow it, man. You'll thank me later."
Before I could protest, he popped it into my mouth. Bitter as hell, but within seconds? Fireworks. Every nerve ending came alive, screaming for action.
Then she appeared - some masked queen bee strutting toward me. Next thing I knew, we were in a suite and her hands were everywhere, teasing, promising.
This fast? My brain hit the brakes but my body floored the gas. She mounted me like a rodeo champ.
Three thrusts in, my mask slipped. She froze. "Ethan Roland? Holy shit."
That voice. I'd know it anywhere.
Sophia Valentine.
My mind went nuclear. What fresh hell was this?
She ripped off her mask. Yep, definitely Sophia.
But instead of shame? She got turned on. Like, really turned on. Her chest flushed crimson as she dug her nails into my arms, riding me harder.
"God! Yes!"
When she collapsed on me afterward, breathless and glowing, she planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Now that's how a real man performs. You put my husband to shame, Ethan. I want you!"
Ice shot through my veins - was Emily doing this too?
After some... persuasive questioning, Sophia spilled.
I dressed faster than a firefighter getting a call. Time to catch my wife red-handed.
We snaked through the hotel's back corridors until we reached another suite. I slipped a Benjamin to a staffer for the key - and nearly lost my damn mind when the door swung open.
Some fat cat was going to town on a woman bent over the couch. That body - those perfect curves, that heart-shaped ass, those legs that went on for days - it was Emily's mirror image.
I charged forward and tore off her mask.
The whole damn hotel was booked solid - black SUVs lined the entrance while bouncers checked IDs. Only elite members like Lucas Roscente got the golden ticket in.
The lobby was wall-to-wall people. A massive banner screamed "NEW PROPERTY LAUNCH - 6% OFF LIMITED TIME OFFER!" My eyes darted through the crowd searching for Emily, but my wife was nowhere in sight.
Before I could look further, Lucas yanked me toward the elevators. "Boring down here. Let's level up."
Third floor - property buyers' central. Information desks, check-in stations, the works.
Lucas couldn't wait. He dragged me into some VIP dressing room, stripped down faster than a NASCAR pit crew, and slapped a little blue pill into my palm.
"What's this?" I asked, though I already knew.
"Thai imports," he grinned. "Grand a pop. Keeps you rocking all night."
"Do I really-"
"Just swallow it, man. You'll thank me later."
Before I could protest, he popped it into my mouth. Bitter as hell, but within seconds? Fireworks. Every nerve ending came alive, screaming for action.
Then she appeared - some masked queen bee strutting toward me. Next thing I knew, we were in a suite and her hands were everywhere, teasing, promising.
This fast? My brain hit the brakes but my body floored the gas. She mounted me like a rodeo champ.
Three thrusts in, my mask slipped. She froze. "Ethan Roland? Holy shit."
That voice. I'd know it anywhere.
Sophia Valentine.
My mind went nuclear. What fresh hell was this?
She ripped off her mask. Yep, definitely Sophia.
But instead of shame? She got turned on. Like, really turned on. Her chest flushed crimson as she dug her nails into my arms, riding me harder.
"God! Yes!"
When she collapsed on me afterward, breathless and glowing, she planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Now that's how a real man performs. You put my husband to shame, Ethan. I want you!"
Ice shot through my veins - was Emily doing this too?
After some... persuasive questioning, Sophia spilled.
I dressed faster than a firefighter getting a call. Time to catch my wife red-handed.
We snaked through the hotel's back corridors until we reached another suite. I slipped a Benjamin to a staffer for the key - and nearly lost my damn mind when the door swung open.
Some fat cat was going to town on a woman bent over the couch. That body - those perfect curves, that heart-shaped ass, those legs that went on for days - it was Emily's mirror image.
I charged forward and tore off her mask.
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