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Chapter 1: I Decided to Livestream My Revenge FuckingI’ve known about the mistress for months.Her name is Kayla. Young. Fake tits. Always in tight dresses that scream “fuck me.” She sends my husband nudes while I’m cooking dinner. She calls him “Daddy” in voice notes while I sit alone in our big, empty house. She’s been keeping him away for a full week now — “business trip” my ass. He hasn’t touched me in months, but he has enough energy to fuck his side piece every night.I’m done being the understanding wife.This time, I’m going to destroy them both.I spend the day planning every filthy detail. I set up my phone on a professional tripod in the living room, multiple angles, perfect lighting. I text three men who will help me ruin my reputation, my marriage, and my husband’s ego in the most public, humiliating way possible.First: Kayla’s boss — Mr. Reynolds. A ruthless, married businessman who’s been eye-fucking me at every company event for years. I send him a picture of me in n

Chapter 3: Three Men Bred My Married Cunt While My Husband Watched Me Get DestroyedMy husband stands frozen in the doorway like a statue, keys still dangling from his hand, face draining of all color as he takes in the obscene scene in our living room.I’m on all fours in the middle of the floor like a well-broken fucktoy. My expensive makeup is completely ruined — thick black mascara tears running down my cheeks, bright red lipstick smeared all over my chin and cheeks from sucking cock. My tiny black lingerie is torn and hanging off me in shreds. My ass is bright red and marked with handprints from their spanking. My pussy is gaping open, swollen, red, and leaking a thick, creamy mix of my juices and their precum down my thighs onto the carpet.And three powerful men are still using me like I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for their pleasure.Mr. Reynolds is still buried balls-deep in my cunt, slowly grinding his thick cock inside me, stirring the mess they’ve already pumped into

Chapter 2
The Client Commanded Us To Kiss… And We Couldn’t StopThe private room door closes behind us with a heavy click that sounds like a prison cell locking.The mysterious client sits in a large leather armchair, legs spread, expensive suit perfectly tailored to his powerful frame. A black mask covers the upper half of his face, but his sharp jaw and dark eyes are visible. He radiates money and danger.Brittany and I stand in the center of the room, still in our stage outfits — or what’s left of them. My black veil still covers everything except my eyes. Brittany’s torn red bikini top is clutched desperately against her chest.“Strip,” the client orders, voice low and commanding. “Everything off. Slowly.”We hesitate. Our eyes meet — pure hatred mixed with something hotter, more dangerous.I go first. I untie my veil and let it fall, revealing my face for the first time in this club. Brittany’s eyes widen slightly. Then I peel off my tiny black thong, standing completely naked in

HOUSEWIFE DESIRESChapter 1: I Welcome the New Neighbors and Feel Their Eyes Undress MeThe doorbell cuts through the heavy silence of the new house like a blade.I freeze in the middle of the half-unpacked kitchen, heart suddenly racing. Mark left at dawn for another one of his endless business trips. Three weeks in Singapore this time. He kissed my forehead, told me he’d call, and then the front door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone in this too-big suburban dream we barely afford.Loneliness has been sitting heavy between my legs for months now. A constant, throbbing ache I try to ignore with chores and wine and late-night touches that never quite satisfy.I smooth my sundress down over my hips, check my reflection in the hallway mirror—flushed cheeks, nipples already faintly visible through the thin fabric—and open the door.Three women stand on the wide porch, smiling like they’ve been waiting for this moment. They look expensive. Polished. The kind of housewives who lunc

HOUSEWIFE DESIRESChapter 3: I Get Blindfolded and Offered to the Neighborhood WivesThe door is unlocked exactly like they told me.I’m waiting in the bedroom wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covers my ass. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. I’ve been wet all day, aching, touching myself but never letting myself cum because I want them to be the ones to break me.This is the moment I cross the line I can never uncross.Footsteps. Many of them. The bedroom door opens and they pour in — Vanessa leading, then Lena, Clara, Sophie, Mia, and two more women I don’t know yet. Seven in total. All of them beautiful, hungry, dressed like they came straight from a fancy lunch but with dark lust in their eyes.Vanessa smiles when she sees me. “Look at our pretty little housewife. Already waiting like a good obedient slut.”She steps forward and yanks the robe open. Cool air hits my naked body. My nipples harden instantly under their stares.Hands are on me im