Liana was caressing Rich's back, tracing his spinal cord with her fingers which sent shivers down his back. He loved the feeling of her hands on him and was soon raining kisses on her throat as he grunted.
Because she was the facing the house, Liana could see Megan looking out of her bedroom window that was on the first floor. She took Rich's hand and placed it on the slit of her skirt as she spread her legs wide while still keeping her eyes on Megan. The sooner Megan knew her place in Rich's life, the earlier she would work at divorcing him, Liana thought.
Rich who’s back was facing the house had no idea that his wife was looking at them and was engrossed in his business of pleasuring his woman as his fingers caressed her thigh.
The section of the garden where they were standing was surrounded by various plants making it a good hiding spot so he had no worry of being exposed.
As the kiss deepened and the heat was rising between them, Rich took a hold of her panty and stretched it to seek for the hidden gem that was about to drive him crazy. He stopped for a while and looked at Liana to make sure that she was okay with it.
Seeing the answer in her eyes, he dipped his hand inside the panty, making her groan with excitement as she spread her legs further apart. His tongue went deeper into her mouth as he tasted and rolled his tongue with hers.
Megan's tears were flowing freely as she looked at them. She had seen Liana look straight at her and knew that this was a show prepared specially for her. Well, she already knew her husband’s stand and she was not going to get into a fight that she had already lost from the word go. It was just not worth it.
Tearing her eyes away from the window, she went back to check on her son who was still sleeping. Her life just seemed to be moving from one hell to another and she wondered it would be better to just resign to fate until the pain killed her eventually. A first divorce was already bad enough for her reputation and now a second one seemed to be looming ahead.
Looking at her bundle of joy breathing evenly in his sleep, his hands holding tightly on to his favorite teddy bear, she removed a strands of hair from his face and kissed his cheek.
If she ever decided to give up on life then it would be her son that would end up suffering from her decision. She promised herself to talk to Rich tonight, hoping that he would at least hear her out and agree to her plea of keeping his lover away from her.
Rich entered the house at around midnight. He had taken Liana to his bachelor's pad after the kiss and touch in the afternoon. By the time they got to the apartment, they were both so aroused that they did not waste any time and went straight to the bedroom.
They were kissing while removing each other’s clothes and were soon lying on the bed naked. Rich was on top of Liana kissing her as he traced his lips down her abdomen. His fingers fondled her breasts gently, making her groan and she opened her legs wide.
He was already so stiff that all he wanted was to dive into her honey pot but he knew that Liana liked it slow so he took time with foreplay. Spreading the lips of her honey pot with his tongue, he licked her and then thrust his tongue inside and around it.
Liana held tightly on to the bed sheet and groaned already feeling herself cum at the touch of his lips. He then wiped the wetness and positioning himself well between her legs, he lifted her legs and placed them in his shoulders.
By now he could not hold it anymore and thrust in deep making Liana to scream in pleasure. Lucky for them the bedroom was padded with sound proof material so nobody outside the house could hear her screams.
Thrusting in and out while increasing the pace as je pounded inside of her, Liana also moved to match him until soon they both groaned as they both exploded in orgasm.
Spent, they lay hugging each other and fell asleep. By the time they woke up it was late in the night so after making love again in the shower, they dressed and Rich dropped Liana at her parents house where she lived.
“Babe, why can’t we go back to the house? I want to spend the night with you. When will I move in?” Liana asked as she looked up at his face with a pout on her pretty lips.
Now that the old man was dead, they had no reason to continue staying apart. After all, the rest of the family members already recognized her as Rich's woman.
He pulled her to him, holding her tiny waist. “I also want us to live with together but I have to get Megan to divorce me first. You are a famous model and moving in with me while I am still married may cause a huge scandal that might end up ruining your career”.
She was not happy with what he said but knew that if the world knew about their relationship then that would mark the beginning of her downfall.
“Okay then babe, I will listen to you but please hurry up and do the necessary so that we can be together”. The one thing she really wanted was to officially become Mrs. Wayne.
Kissing her goodbye, he left her at the doorstep and went back to his car.
He was still smiling to himself, remembering how satiated he always felt after spending time with Liana and was about to head upstairs to his room when he saw Megan seated in the living room and just like that his mood changed.
The silence that followed Megan's outburst was a heavy, suffocating blanket, more profound than any of Dante's carefully constructed cold shoulders. It was the silence of shattered glass, of a foundation cracking under immense pressure. Dante stood there, the expensive suit a symbol of a life that no longer existed, his face a mask of shock. The woman screaming in front of him, her face streaked with tears and fury, was a stranger. This wasn't his "Megan"—his quiet, compliant wife. This was a raw, primal force he had unleashed with his neglect."A shattered, neglected emotional wreck that he himself had created with his own hands," a voice in his head whispered, the truth cutting through his bewilderment. He had been so focused on building the life, he'd forgotten the person living it.He slowly took off his suit jacket and placed it on a nearby chair, a gesture of surrender. The fight had been taken out of him. He wasn't angry; he was genuinely, terrifyingly lost. He had pushed his
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