002

SERAPHINA.

”What kind of answer do you need? Is it not obvious? Do you want us to be intimate in your face before you believe it?” Gideon hissed, obviously sickened by me. He didn't want me here. None of them did. It was Valentine's Day, and they were lovers.

I gasped, realization hitting me.

My husband was really gay. I had been with a man who loved men.

“You… you never loved me?” I asked, my legs almost giving out. I stared at the man I loved all these years but he wouldn't raise his head and look at me.

“Even one thousand of you cannot turn him on!” Gideon frowned, sounding like a jealous partner. His reaction made it more horrifying.

I stepped closer, closing up the space between all three of us. My eyes fell on my husband's cock, it was still erect, hard, and thick. It was the first time I saw my husband’s manhood like this. I had never been able to turn him on like this, never.

He had never been hard on me.

I thought it was just erectile dysfunction.

I curiously bent over and stretched my hand to it, tapping it to satisfy my curiosity. It felt warm, hard, and wet.

It was real.

His cock was really real, erect, and strong but not for me. Tears burned my eyes but I refused to be weak in front of these men.

I raised my head, “All these years,”

“I need marriage for my job. I have to keep up an image for these women who want me to fight for them. They always come to me because they believe I have a lovely home and I am not like their spouse. They assume I will fight for their rights better and this is what has kept me at the top for a long time.”

“Look, we can open the relationship. You can fuck all the men you want and I can be with mine.”

He grabbed Gideon’s arm, pulling him closer possessively. He had never done that with me. Never. I was merely with him and a furniture wife, the one who held his image together.

My gaze glazed with anger, but I refused to lose control. “Go to hell!” I spat before lurching my hand at his face. Whack! A slap landed on his face but he didn't flinch.

“That is for using me all these years!” I growled, staring at his dry face. He didn't care. He didn't care that I was hurt. He wouldn't care if I left either.

So, I turned around to leave but he stretched his hand out and grabbed me, pulling me back with force.

“Let go!” I thundered, the tears I tried holding, slid through.

“We need an agreement. You need to sign documents that you are staying in this marriage,” he said and I realized that was the only thing that mattered to him.

“Victor, the only agreement I'm signing is the one that says divorce. I want a divorce!” I spat, my arm trembling with anger now.

Gideon chuckled and I saw him fold his hands on his chest like a boss ready to fire his worker.

“You will not dare. The public needs me to be a good man, a good husband with a lovely home. A good lawyer. They need to trust me to give me jobs!” He spat coldly. He never yelled at me all these years in our marriage. No wonder I believed everything he ever told me.

“Now they will know the true you. They will know you ruined your home, cause trust me I will not take the blame.” I retorted, turning around to leave when his voice sounded.

“There is no way you are leaving me.”

I stared at him.

“So what do you expect? That I stay married to a husband who doesn’t want me? Who never wanted me?”

He exchanged a glance with his partner, then said the words that finally stripped away the last illusion.

“Let’s have an open marriage. You can be with whomever you want.”

The audacity stunned me. He said those damn words again. Oh god, how did I get into this kind of mess?

“You are mad,” I said.

“If you think I would agree to that.”

I grabbed my bag.

“We are getting divorced.”

Then he stepped forward, his cock jiggling in front of him. “ I am the one paying for your mother’s hospital bills. Without me, she will die. You also need my money to fund your sister’s school fees. After all, all the money you earn from your current job is going to your late father’s debt. You need my money!” He stared at my eyes, cruel and heartless.

My heart pounds in my chest.

A gasp left my mouth. He was threatening me.

I had never thought it would come to this. He was using my weakness against me.

Then he leaned closer.

“I’m a lawyer. Just as you know, my partner and I are the best in this profession when it comes to divorce. If you try to leave, I will destroy you. No company will hire you. Stay with me on paper, Seraphina. And you can sleep with whomever you want.”

Something inside me fractured completely.

I didn’t remember walking out. I only remembered sitting in my car afterward, hands pressed to the steering wheel, breathing like I was drowning. My vision blurred. I felt like I might collapse in the car.

Even the car belonged to him. Truly, I was nothing without him. Every penny I earn goes into the debt my father left me.

I couldn’t go home.

I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing that cruel man. After everything that had happened, I didn’t even know if he would come back tonight, he might still be with his lover.

But I couldn’t take the risk. I couldn’t face even the slightest chance of running into him.

My hands shook on the stirring wheel then I remembered Anita, my best friend. She gave me her keys before she left town. She wasn't going to be back in a few days because she went on vacation.

I would stay there.

I couldn't even call her, Anita would know something happened and might want to rush back.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I zoomed off the road.

Soon, I was in front of her late parents’ mansion.

The key had the gate’s operator so I opened it from inside my car. I drove in and my eyes instantly saw the three exotic cars parked in front of the mansion and not in the garage. Stepping down from my car, I thought about it. Someone was inside. Was Anita back?

She didn't tell me she was going to be back soon.

I walked into the house, pulling the huge door back and stepping in.

However, when I stepped into the hallway before the living room, I was shocked by the sound in the air. Sultry sounds were filling the air. The sound of skin slamming against skin. Who was in the living room? I wondered, my heart pounding against my chest. Wait, was Anita watching p**n? Did her boyfriend ditch her?

I got myself back, then pulled my shoes but found six pairs of boots by the wall already. These belonged to men. Three huge men.

I was conflicted wondering what was happening.

I moved forward, tiptoeing over… curiously.

I gently stretched my head behind the wall and there they were, three men standing in front of the television that displayed a naked woman and three men pounding into her incessantly. That was where the sound came from.

Wait, it couldn't be them. I gasped seeing their sturdy backs. Broad shoulders and huge figure.

My mind thought of them instantly.

The three brothers. Anita had three handsome older cousins.

I used to have a crush on them back then in high school.

They were my seniors, fucked anything under the skirt. I had to let go of my feelings since they were never going to look at the poor girl anyway, and I don't want to be among their toys.

They looked bigger than the last time I saw them, seven years ago. My eyes lowered, and I saw them stroking their cock. Huge manhood that looked like the arm of a baby. Damn.

On the television, the woman was sucking the cock of a man in front of her and the other men were slamming into her cunt.

She was screaming in pleasure, her body throbbing with thrill.

I felt my cunt throb at the same time.

My nipples instantly hardened, I could feel the change even without touching them. My gaze shifted to them, their cock first before I noticed their height and broad shoulders. They looked like giants in front of the plasma tv which was at least sixty-five inches big.

They could squash me, all three of them.

Their palms brushed over their cock, back and forth. Back and forth. And I instinctively licked my lower lips wishing I could do the stroking for them instead. They all had big manhood, thick, long, and fat. It couldn't fit my mouth even if I wanted to try.

My eyes glazed over, my mouth fell open.

All I did was watch, and my pussy had started to soak my pants. They were huge and I wanted them.

My thighs were screaming for something to be in between them. At this time, my cunt was pulsating and it felt like I had a huge hole that needed to be filled.

I didn't know when my hand fell into my pants, and gently, I stroked my bud. I couldn't tell what I was thinking but I had been deprived of sex my entire life.

How could I exchange positions with that girl?

How could I make these men bend me over and ram their cock in my wet waiting pussy?