Semua Bab Hey There, Sexy Delilah: Bab 1 - Bab 7

My sister-in-law's name is Delilah Bates, and she's a teacher at a dance academy.With her stunning looks and enviable figure, she often posts sexy photos on her social media feed. Whether she's in tight-fitting leggings doing the splits or snapping selfies that flaunt her flexibility, every image screams sensuality.Her obscenely round and full hips are the kind that mark her as a passionate young wife, starved for affection and long denied satisfaction—the kind that makes a man want to take her roughly.Under normal circumstances, even though our families are close, my wife keeps a sharp eye on me, so I never thought I'd get the chance to sleep with my sister-in-law. But I never imagined fate itself would hand me the opportunity…That day, right after work, I'd just started the car when my phone rang. It was Delilah.A pipe in her bathroom had burst, she explained, and she'd hired a repairman online. But the way the man looked at her was lecherous—he kept asking what time her hu

"Yes, just like that."Delilah threw her head back and moaned wantonly, like a woman lost to her desires. "Yes, right there—fuck me harder…"Afterward, I held her in my arms as we lay in bed, talking."There's something I've been meaning to ask you," I said."Mm.""I want to know—was your first time with Samson?"I remembered him once telling me, quite casually, that he'd been the one to take her virginity. I didn't believe him then, because my wife had mentioned that Delilah had already dated someone before him."How can you just come out and ask a question like that?" she said, her voice tinged with embarrassment.But her hesitation already gave her away—by the time she married Samson, she was no longer a virgin. That much I could now confirm. I gave her backside a light smack. "Talk."She flushed. "No… Don't ask me things like that!""Who was it?"Her voice dropped to a whisper. "It was my teacher… back at the dance academy."I was stunned. That meant Samson was at least

Delilah's words echoed in my mind, and a bitter smile crept across my lips. I kept my car a few hundred yards behind Alicia's taxi—close enough not to lose sight, far enough not to raise suspicion.The cab stayed on Armonde Street, heading toward the desolate outskirts, until finally it wound its way to a stop in front of a small bed-and-breakfast.A man stood waiting by the entrance.The moment Alicia's taxi pulled up, he stepped forward and opened the door for her with eagerness.I searched my memory for his face, but came up empty. I didn't know him.From where I sat, I watched the man pull the door open with easy familiarity, help Alicia out, and even pay the fare for her with deliberate thoughtfulness. Then he slipped an arm around her shoulder, and the two of them walked inside together.My fists slowly clenched. My gaze turned cold.There was something about the man's gestures—something strangely familiar—that I couldn't quite place.On instinct, I pulled out my phone, z

"Alicia, you grow more intoxicating every day. Your body was made for art—for devotion."The man whispered one sweet nothing after another, drawing giggles from Alicia. She responded with even greater enthusiasm."See, that's why I like you, Professor. My husband never says things like that to make me happy."She brought me up. As the punchline. My eyes darkened, and a soft snort escaped my lips.'Nice move, Alicia. Kick a man when he's down.'"I told you long ago—a small-minded man like that doesn't deserve you." Finn kissed her neck and echoed her disdain with matching spite."So if I get a divorce, will you marry me?" she asked, half joking."Of course I will."They fell back into each other, the heat between them rising.So she'd thought about divorce, too.But if her heart already belonged to someone else, why marry me in the first place?Just as the question took shape in my mind, she answered it herself—as if she'd heard me. "No rush. Once I bleed him dry, I'll take t