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My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome
Last Updated : 2026-09-09
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Suck my cock while your husband watches. Feel my thick cum dripping down your throat as I ruin your married wet pussy in front of him. On New Year’s Eve, frustrated wife Lily-Rose’s boring marriage explodes when her husband Jimmy confesses his darkest fantasy he wants to watch a real man destroy her. Enter Jax, a dangerous, tattooed biker with a massive vein cock and zero mercy. What starts as one filthy night of being used,spanged,choked, and filled with hot cum turns into an addiction Lily-Rose can’t escape. Torn between her safe husband and the biker who owns every hole and every moan, Lily-Rose must decide how far she’ll go to feel truly alive. Dirty.pleasured, Raw. Unforgettable. Will she return to her vanilla life… or become the biker’s personal cumslut forever?
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The last light sat on the green steps. Lily-Rose came out with a cup. She did not drink it. The road was cooling. A radio played two houses down. A dog barked once and shut up. The little one sat low on the step with a stone. They turned it over and over. The older child sat next to Lily-Rose. Not in her lap. Close. Shoulder to her arm. His mother stood at the rail. Arms folded. The other girl sat on the top step with a book she was not reading. Jimmy’s car passed the corner and did not turn in. He had already done his hour. The drive stayed empty. The little one leaned on her knee. “We sleep here?” “Yes.” “In the same bed?” “You in your bed. Me in the back.” “Tomorrow too?” “Tomorrow too.” “You won’t take a bus in the dark?” “No dark bus.” The older child picked at the paint and pressed the flake flat. “Daddy didn’t come in.” “He already came. He does his hour. Then he goes.” “Does he still live here?” “No. He lives where he lives. He is still your
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The little one woke her by climbing onto the bed.Lily-Rose opened her eyes to a warm body and a sour-sweet morning mouth. A small hand patted her cheek like a drum.“You slept.”“I slept.”The child laughed as if that were a trick. Lily-Rose sat up slow. Her arm still ached from last night. She did not mind the ache.The older child stood in the doorway already dressed. They looked at the shoes by the wall. Two pairs. Hers. Then they looked at her face.Lily-Rose swung her feet down and put the shoes on while they watched. No speech. The watching ended. The child went to the kitchen.His mother had tea going. The other girl was combing the little one’s hair and cursing the knots under her breath. Ordinary noise. A comb snag. A hiss. Then a laugh.Lily-Rose took the comb.“I’ll do it.”The girl let her.“Thursday is still mine.”“I know.”“Say it when you are tired too, not only when you feel holy.”“Thursday is yours.”The girl nodded and went to pack a book.They ate. Bread. Tea. Th
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The drive was empty.Lily-Rose stood in the kitchen with a cup she did not drink. His mother’s hand had already come and gone from her head. The other girl hung a wet cloth on the line and came back in wiping her palms.“He said his piece,” the girl said.“Yes.”“Then we eat. Don’t stand there like the road might bring him back.”They ate. The little one talked with rice in their cheek. A ball. A bench. A bird that might have been a leaf. Lily-Rose said “yes” and “show me” and cut the meat smaller. The older child ate from their own plate and let a shoulder rest against her arm. Choosing her. Not pinning her.After plates they stayed in the front room. A lamp. A mat. A torn book. The little one climbed into her lap and went slack by degrees, mouth open, one clip still in their hair. Warm. Heavy. Soap and dust. Lily-Rose took the clip out slow and set it on the table.The older child sat on the floor with their back to her shin and turned pages they already knew. The other girl mended
Last Updated : 2026-09-09My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome What He Gets
Jimmy took both children after the meal.Lily-Rose stayed on the porch with a cup she did not drink. His mother sat in the doorway and shelled something into a bowl. The other girl had class. The house felt wider without small voices in it.They came back before the light went flat. Dust on their legs. The little one ran straight into Lily-Rose’s knees and talked about a ball that went under a bench. The older child handed her a bottle, empty, and went inside to wash.Jimmy stayed in the yard.Lily-Rose came down one step. Not close enough to touch.He looked at the drive, then at her.“I opened that door,” he said. “I wanted to watch. I thought I could keep the house and the show. I lost the wife. I still have them. That is all I get.”Lily-Rose did not move toward his mouth. She did not make it soft.“Be good at four o’clock. That is the only love I need from you now.”Jimmy’s face tightened. For a second he looked like the man from the old kitchen, the one who thought a rule could
Last Updated : 2026-09-09
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