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"I was married to my first wife which is Amber and Clinton's mother years ago, she and i got married through an arranged marriage and it was not easy to cope with it, I used to have a girlfriend and she loved me soo much that even after I got married she still saw me and loved me. My wife gave birth to Clinton and then five years later Amber came, however shortly after giving birth to Amber she found out my mistress was pregnant, she got angry and divorced me, I married the woman I loved all my life and a few months later Lunette arrived, but at the tender age of five she watch her mother loose herself to a deadly cancer and was heart broken, I couldn't take the pain and began to drink alot

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

A LOVING HUSBAND AND A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 1 I knew exactly what my wife needed for her birthday. For years I had watched Elena, my beloved wife, lose herself in gay p**n. The first time I caught her, she was on our bed with her legs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried deep in her soaked pussy while she pinched and pulled her heavy tits. On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor.

Softly, she said, “Forget about Lucas for a moment, honey. It’s been a long time since we’ve been together. I want you.” Did she think I was such a base and uncouth man? How dare she try to charm me with her feminine wiles at that juncture? Scowling, I shook her off and kicked the living room door open with a loud bang. In an instant, the noisy mansion went deathly quiet. My younger sister, Alexa, who had been dancing with an old man I did not know, was the first to speak up. “Which rude heathen dares to kick our door open?” she burst out.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Amara flipped through her menu too but paused when she overheard murmurs from a nearby table where a group of women sat. "Isn't that Louis Newman's wife? Amara, right?" one of them whispered. "Yeah, that’s her. I still can’t believe she went through with the wedding after the whole world saw a video of her husband screwing another woman," a brunette snickered. "Guess what, ladies? I fucked her husband last week," the blonde said, smirking. The other two women gasped. "What?!" the brunette shrieked. "I mean, the guy has probably slept with half the women in Sydney. It’s not that shocking," the other woman shrugged.

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

I was going to get to the bottom of this. It only took a day to hear her talking on the phone to one of her friends about it happening again and that she could come over on Friday to watch the tape. I couldn't believe that my loving wife would show someone else something like this. I made sure I was home when her best friend Clara came over. Clara was a recently divorced, absolutely beautiful strawberry blonde. I would give my left nut to have a crack at her. She was acting a little skittish and kept smirking at me but I ignored it. My wife took her to her sewing room to show her a new pattern supposedly. I went to my computer to listen in.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.