Fucking my husband's twin — 2

“Why? Why did you disappear like that?” Solene asked, sadness evident in her voice.

“I'll explain that to you later. I just flew in and considered staying in a hotel but I needed to see you first” Richard said and hugged her again, his hands still on her waist as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

“You smell really good” he commended and Solene wrapped her arm round his neck and hugged him back.

She missed him so much. She missed talking to him and having him pull her out of her bad moods. Their hug extended a bit too long and Richard pulled back a little then grabbed her cheeks and kissed her softly.

The kiss was wet and definitely not normal for in-laws. But she overlooked it.

“How've you been?” She asked with a smile, loosening up.

“I've been good. You know, traveling, exploring, cruising. You?” He led her to the couch and took a seat while she still stood infront of him.

“I—I don't know. Good?” She bit her lower lip and shrugged.

“Something isn't right.” He furrowed his brows and pulled her gently to sit beside him.

“You're right but we'll talk about that much later. You just came. Take your bag to the guest room and freshen up. I'll make you something to eat meanwhile” she said and pushed herself up the couch, dragging him up with her.

“Alright.” Richard nodded as they swung hands with wide grins pasted on each of their faces.

“I just finished taking a shower. I'll put some clothes on then come down and make you dinner” Solene said as they let each other's hands go.

He nodded with a small smile and she waved happily at him as she walked towards the stairs.

The masters bedroom was upstairs and the guestroom, downstairs. Richard locked the front door and dragged his box to the guestroom.

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“Woah! Do you want to kill me with this aroma? I could smell it right from the room” Richard said, stepping out in a white singlet and a blue check pyjama trouser.

Solene turned from the counter where she served the food and ran her eyes over him. Her eyes mistakenly drifted to the front of his trouser and watched his dick swing behind it as he walked. He reminded her so much of Charles, it made her pussy clench. She shook the nasty thoughts out of her brain and continued dishing out the food.

“Looks nice” Richard smiled and sat on a stool by the kitchen island.

“Here you go” Solene smiled back and placed his food in front of him, she couldn't help but drool over his strong arms and toned abs that showed through the tight singlet.

“Where's your food?” Richard raised a brow and she blinked frantically, pulling herself together.

“”I'm not hungry. I don't have an appetite”

“Alright Sol. Are you going to talk to me or not?” He said sticking the fork back into the food and resting his chin on his fists as his elbows leaned on the marble surface.

“I will Richard” she smiled and walked back to the sink to wash the utensils she used in preparing his food. “But you owe me an explanation too”

Richard dug in and began to eat.

Solene’s phone rang from her room upstairs and luckily she was just done doing the dishes.

“Excuse me” she cooed as she patted Richard’s shoulder.

Richard stared at her figure while she ascended the stairs. His eyes particularly fixed on the full mounds at her back.

Solene picked up her phone from the bed. It had stopped ringing before she got there. She saw two missed calls from an unknown caller who had equally sent over twenty six messages at once.

She wanted to call back but she decided to check the messages first. Maybe there would be no need to call.

She opened the chat and saw the photos sent as a view once. She opened one and almost choked on her breathe when she saw a naked picture of Charles. It took her minutes to coordinate and open the rest of the files.

Photos of her husband who was supposedly on an indefinite business trip. Different hotels, different cities, vacation destinations, nudes, sex tapes, all with different women.

She saw them all. Her face was wet with tears as she switched off her phone and leaned back on the backrest. 

Why was he hurting her like this? What did she do to deserve everything he was doing? She prayed before marriage, why didn't God give her a sign Charles wasn't good for her?

She couldn't help but cry. She covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her crying sounds. She was a lover girl and a hopeless romantic. She lay for minutes till she was finally calm, wishing her husband would walk through the door and apologize bitterly to her.

She hoped he'd tell her the videos and pictures she saw were sent by those terrible women to blackmail him after he had seen his wrongs. She would forgive him, after all, he was her husband.

“Sol?” Richard said as he walked into her room through the open door.

She dabbed her face with the back of her palm and sat up with a fake smile. But Richard knew her too well. He knew something bothered her and she wasn't even doing a good job hiding it from him.

“Is it Charles?” He asked as he stood directly infront of her.

She shook her head.

“Hey, Sol talk to me please. What's really going on? The Sol I knew was very open with me. She told me everything because I was her best friend” Richard said. 

“That was then! That was before you left me without notice! We were best of friends yet you disappeared one day and didn't bother communicating. I tried to reach out to you but you ignored my outreach! And now you come back after two fucking years and expect me to open up to you just like that? And you had the nerves to tell me you were exploring?” She snapped angrily at him and pushed up the bed, so she stood directly infront of him.

Richard opened his mouth to say something but she stopped him before he could, “Leave my room! Now! Go! Go! Get out!” she shouted and pushed him out as tears rolled down her face.

She slammed the door hard and cried out loud. Then she stopped. She thought for a bit then opened the door and saw Richard still standing there.