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Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

They were on edge for a few days after the incident at the school. Greg had found out the next day the extent of what this woman was capable of when the police came back to question him again during his break. She had begun to spin a tale that he was having an affair with her, but when his teenage girlfriend got pregnant, he had to do the right thing and marry her. However, the fact was his wife was not as she seemed to be. She was a lot younger than Greg had said she was. The other woman also went on to say that Greg had a thing for very young girls as well, and that was one of his kinks in the bedroom.

He lifted me onto the island, spread my legs wide, and pushed back inside me in a deep missionary position on the counter. “Fuck… your cock is so deep like this,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m such a dirty wife letting you fuck me while my husband is home.” Jax drove into me with slow, heavy strokes, his hands gripping my thighs. “That’s right. You’re my personal cumslut now. Say it.” “I’m your cumslut,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “My husband could walk in any second and see me getting ruined by your big cock.”

“Rough night, sir?” “You have no idea,” I replied. “My wife… she was with another man. In a hotel. I saw it. Legs open, naked, right after giving birth to our daughter. How do you even deal with that?” He shook his head. “Sorry to hear that. Take it easy, okay?”

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

She finally talked me into it, but cleaning up after six guys took some getting used to mentally. Looking back on it now (from twenty years away) I realize that my sister was a cock hungry slut. Between the time she fucked me for the first time and up until the day she got married May fucked over sixty-five guys and those are just the ones I knew about. There were four of us that she fucked right up to the day of her wedding and three of us were back fucking her the day after she got back from her honeymoon. While I wasn't privy to most of what she did after she married and set up house with her husband I do know that she is still fucking several guys (besides me) oh these twenty years later

“My marital life is none of your fucking business.” My lips quirk up in a cruel smile. “What did you do this time?” “Smiled at the maid for making pasta. Thanked her.” He exhales sharply, like a man questioning every decision he’s ever made. “Irina says I’ve cheated on her by giving my smile to another woman. Told me to marry the maid since I love her food so much. When I left to stay at a hotel for the night, you know what I got?” I arch a brow.

I had opened up my insecurities to her concerning these, several times and she had always said, “Don’t worry, time would tell, he would fall for you soon” she used to tell me, but all those while she was sleeping with him behind my back. She was the mistress who pulled him away from our marriage, and kept him afloat. Then for some weird reason, Dominic started falling for me, but that wouldn’t stop her, she kept trying to win him back. I felt disgusted by the whole thing, then I had to be with Ivan, a man I so much hated because of my teenage experience with him. I unknowingly married him and he is obsessed with my son.

I woke up a bit late the following morning, my husband wasn't in the room, he must've gone to the office; I presumed. Nevertheless, l came downstairs and he was occupied with feeding his mistress her breakfast. She's only pregnant and not handicapped?. "Good morning?" I greeted before taking a seat. Justin, however , ignores me. He turned eerily but still didn't fail to feed his mistress her own meal, yet to even eat his own food... Some few hours later, It was a long and exhausting morning watching my husband and his pregnant mistress caress each other's face. Everywhere at home had become boring, and I needed to leave the house. Going farther away was something I was beginning to crave, ye

“I know if you come with me, if we went to bed right now, you would remember how much I love you and how much you loved me.” “No. What I would feel if I went to bed with you right now is filthy, dirty, and low. You're married to my sister and unlike her , I won't fuck my sister husband. You can give me all the words and sweet talk in the world. Merl, but the truth is, you cheated. Then if it wasn't bad enough you cheated and left me hurting and crying on the floor like I wasn't worth the time to consider or even apologized to.”