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I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

Mariana answered, “No, honey. They are just normal people from everywhere like you and me.” James chimed in, “For example - if Mariana and I get married - we would be a straight couple - husband and wife. If Liam and I get married - we will be a gay couple - husband and husband. If Mariana and Jennifer marry - they would be a lesbian couple - wife and wife.” Kyle nodded, “Okay, so gay, lesbian, or straight depends on whether you want to marry a boy or girl.”

I knew she had been watching dramas lately, and I thought it was a good way to pass the time as long as she didn't overdo it. When Diana closed her laptop, she looked at Yohan again, her expression turning serious. “Your brother is the best husband. He would do anything for Amanda and me.” I was happy to hear her praise. The sincerity in her words made my heart tremble. I wrapped my arms around her. “I’m truly lucky to have you as my wife.” “Oh, for goodness’ sake… It’s so annoying watching you two being lovey-dovey right in front of me.” Yohan shook his head lightly.

I say this while looking each of them straight in the eye, especially that idiot who thinks I don't see how he looks at my wife. At the table, we have: Lucifer and his wife, the general and his wife, Marco and his wife, Philippe and his girlfriend, Fernandez and his girlfriend, Mr. Alberto Robertson and his wife, the royal eagle and his wife, my business partner Hector Hamilton, his brother, and their wives. I feel like we're forming one hell of a family, just like my wife has always wanted. I love seeing her happy; I love that smile that lights up her face and brightens my day.

My husband did not like Riley because she worked in a whore house before she married her husband. Alpha Landon loved whores. He never hid it, he welcomed strange women into his marriage and he was constantly in the city's brother or strip club, dick deep into some whore. Luna Riley did not care. While she did not cheat on him with men, she was a terrible lesbian. She also had some woman sticking her tongue into her pussy and she offered her friends to her husband. When Riley wanted to marry Landon, their parents revolted, they stripped him of money and comfort, trying to threaten him into staying away from Riley, but he refused.

she glared at Katherine, "my name's Hermione, and I'm Quentin's seventh wife. It's lovely to finally talk to you and sit with you like we're doing today. You really are as beautiful as Brigitte has repeated for the past few weeks." I cleared my throat uncomfortably, and swallowed nervously, "thank you," I said lowly. "And I'm Eloise," spoke up a gorgeous brunette with red stained lips, looking like a gorgeous actress from the 50's with the animated way that she talked, "Quentin's sixth, and despite what someone may say at this table, Quentin's favourite wife," she tucked a curl of her hair behind her ear. She pointed to the lady besides her, "And this is, Caroline, the fifth wife, and Americ

She teased and they groaned. “C'mon, just tell us.” Kelsey bit the insides of her cheeks. “Perfect.” She whispered. “What?” they yelled and brought their ears closer to her mouth. “I said Perfect.” She repeated and they let out a squeal. “I’m so jealous, my husband doesn’t even last more than three minutes on top of me.” “My husband won’t even touch me!” “Mine only likes to do it when he’s drunk.” “Mine just lays down and let’s me do all the work like I’m some kind of whore.” Kelsey watched as they spill their secrets mindlessly not caring about who's listening and who’s not.

"well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose." "She raped someone? " "Here, that's the photo. You want a name, its sara lutz. I'm sure she absolutely detest it now, but this depression, its not some gene thing, the kid wasn't born by fate to carry nature piece of evolution's beneficial shit. " "You believe--. "She was aghast. "Yes, now I let you on the

trophy wives" doesn't mean we've got to be actual wives. " "Very true," Clementine agreed, "I have sex with my husband once a year and that's simply because one of his mistresses fails to answer the phone, or we do so, simply for the fact that we should. I have a Mister or two who take care of my needs and that's that." "Wait," I held up my hands as I looked around the table, "you're telling me, you all have misters?" I asked them in surprise. They nodded, I mean even Emma and Emma's what? Twenty!

How he stood up for her made her feel cared for, and she started to wonder if truly, there were some people who treated their wives much more better than her husband did. Natalia used to agree with Noah when he said that women should not talk so much, and not especially when their husband was there to speak for them, as it portrayed terrible manners. She believed him when he said that and started to keep quiet around company when she was with Noah, and often, Noah would use the opportunity to alter some things about her.