Wife Hotel Stranger Novels & Stories

"And you will not win this fight. It is my will that you go with these soldiers, and as my apprentice you must obey. As much as it pains me, past this night, you will not be allowed shelter in my house." There was a finality in her voice that bludgeoned Iris's heart, and suddenly the shelf of fine glass bowls, the drawers of neatly sorted candles, the strings of garlic draped over the wooden crossbeam, all of it, all the things Iris had grown up with and built her world around, seemed foreign and filled her mouth with the taste of ashes. Shoving herself away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor, Iris ran out the door before Mother Hall could see her tears and sought solace

He asked, and I shrugged feeling my eyes closing when I had my name being called like a whisper. “I have no idea where I am, I think I am in my chilly apartment with a stranger. Let me go find out who it is, toodles. And call me again tomorrow night, so we can get to the bottom of why you are with your ex-wife and what you plan to do with me, who is so so…” I couldn't even complete my words when I felt a presence behind me and I hung up the phone with Tristan abruptly and blinked repeatedly trying to keep my eyes open.

She smiled and said, “Oh, no. You’re the one who's more capable than I am. You already have a man, but you’re eyeing another. "Your children aren’t Mr. Young’s nor Mr. Langley’s, but you just had to seduce them and use them for your own benefit. I have to admit, I’m really impressed… Hmm… I just wonder if they know anything about your past…” At this point, Queenie suddenly paused and smiled cunningly. “Although, I do know something. You spent a night with a stranger five years ago at the Imperial Hotel.” Eva’s face fell when she heard this.

I slept with a stranger, thinking it was Fred? ‘Oh jeez! Sophia, what have you done?’ I felt a sharp pain in between my thighs as I dressed up quickly. I fled the room before the man woke up from his sleep. *************** “Where the hell have you been? We were worried sick!” Sam yelled, their eyes widened as they saw me. “You said you wanted to be left alone, Sophy. How could you disappear without informing us?” Kelly added. “I think I slept with a stranger.” I confessed, scratching the back of my neck as I collapsed on the couch.

He paused, glancing down at his hands. “That summer, we went somewhere we weren’t supposed to. Some warehouse on the docks. Milo thought he heard something inside. A dog. A person. I don’t know. But he went in, and I followed.” Maya didn’t breathe. “There were needles on the floor. Glass. Broken furniture. We were just kids. We shouldn’t have been there.” He swallowed hard. “A guy came at us. Strung out. Screaming something about stealing from him. I don’t know what he thought we were doing, but—” Elias exhaled. “I pushed him. Hard. He hit his head on a pipe and went down.”

I say and Wesley laughs. “Ghost assassin, good one.” He continued laughing and I join him. The sudden opening of the door grabs both of us attention. Maybe it’s mom. Before the person enters, I smell a familiar perfume. I could smell from a mile away. It belongs to Sterling. He enters tentatively and closes the door. “Hi.” He says while standing awkwardly near the door. Is he for real right now? It’s because of him Wesley and I almost died! I turn my head away from him.

She whispered in disbelief, poking my arm. "What were you doing with him?" "It wasn't him," I interrupted hurriedly. "I was there with someone else, but it wasn't him." My inside screamed at her closeness to the truth. "Oh, this is someone else, huh?" she raised an eyebrow, poking me again. "You lied to me, you little witch. You fucked a stranger in your father’s enemy territory." "No! I got a cab and left when he asked for it." I protested. "I hear Darian Wolfe owns that hotel. Ruthless bastard—he bankrupted a guy for just looking at him wrong." She grinned, waggling her brows. "Spill it, Maria, did you really just talk to that guy, or what?"

This did it for me, seeing her lips around a strangers cock had me shooting cum everywhere. I had to give my cock a rest but didn't bother to put it back in my shorts because the other two guy still in the theater realized what was going on and now came to stand in the isle in front of us. I dug out my phone and started getting photos. Each of these men had their cocks out and were passionately stroking them while they watched my amazing, beautiful, horny wife stroking and sucking the cock of the stranger behind us. When she realized there were more men, she released the cock in front of her and turned to quickly kiss the tip of each cock behind her before returning her attention to the mush

He glances at it, and his face changes in an instant. “What is it?” I ask, still breathless, heart racing. “Aren’t we going to your room?” I mean, I literally followed him because we were supposed to head to his room. He looks up, eyes unreadable. “My wife just got here. She’s on her way to my hotel room.” I blink, the alcohol evaporating instantly. …Shit. Scrap the recommendation. Never kiss a fucking stranger.

I walked faster as I saw that Hestia is getting uncomfortable talking to the stranger. As I'm walking towards the stranger I can hear the gross fucking man insisting himself on Hestia. "How about I'll give you my room number and you'll meet me there??" The gross fucker said, smirking. "No... No... I already have a girlfriend." Hestia said, being polite and not to be rude. "Girlfriend huh. Im sure I can satisfy you better than your girlfriend..." The gross mf said to Hestia smirking and attempting to hold her waist.