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“I love being your secret slut. Fuck me deeper and fill me with your cum again.” He suddenly lifted me up, stood up with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over the back of the couch. He fucked me standing up, pounding me from behind with brutal force. My tits hung over the couch as he destroyed my pussy. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while choking me. “I’m close,” he grunted. “I’m going to fill this cheating cunt . Beg for my load.” “Please cum inside me,” I sobbed. “Pump your hot cum deep into your wife’s sister.Make me leak your seed when I see Lauren later.”

I thumb her while she grinds, and she cums two more times before I flip her and finish inside her this time, no condom, deep, both of us too far gone to care. We fuck all weekend. Shower sex on Saturday morning, I her pressed against the tiles, my hands full of soap, her boobs wet. We had rough sex on the Kitchen counter Saturday night, she bends over while making sandwiches, and I bang her from behind, laughing when mustard ends up on both of us. And on the Couch Sunday afternoon, slow and sweet, she sat on my cock kissing me tenderly while I play with her hair, slowly grinding, whining her waist, twerking dick.

I moaned, my fingers threading into his silver hair, gripping tight as he sucked my clit into his mouth. And then the guilt crashed in again—harder this time—because this is the father of the man I was married to. I wasn't just cheating with any stranger but the man whose seed had brought him to this Earth, the same man who he looked up to and always worked so hard to impress. I felt like an evil bitch. My husband was out there working his ass off during our honeymoon to provide me with the best life while I was riding his Daddy's face like a whore.

“Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.” “Hold up! He cheated with his male trainer?” Isabella asked. “So he’s a closeted gay?” She roared in laughter, the rest of us joining her. “And he wasn’t even a top,” Chloe adds amidst the fits of laughter she’s having. “Anyway, I stayed for two months just to fuck his childhood best friend as revenge. Best sex I’ve ever had.” Isabella laughs softly. “I caught mine with his assistant on my birthday. I still went home and fucked the guy who delivered the apology flowers the next day. Sometimes you just need to feel wanted.”

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

"You openly cheated while still married—any shame at all, walking in with your affair partner?" That last one dripped with malice. I met the guy's gaze—his eyes lit up with both excitement and contempt—and laughed. "Shouldn't you be asking Scott that?" I tilted my head. "Starting day two of our marriage, Scott had a new girlfriend every other month. What did you all say back then?" I tapped my chin, like I was just remembering. "Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal.

Another anonymous message. I opened it and found a sex video of Alex and Remi, again. This time, I didn’t cry. Instead, I smiled, sat up straight, and opened a new anonymous X account. I uploaded the video with a caption: Previously crippled man, Alex Watson, caught cheating on his wife with sexy model Remi Vanguard. I tagged every major blog and added hashtags: #ShamelessCheatingCouple #DisgustingMistress Then I hit send. And for the first time in years, I felt satisfied.

"You said you'd only ever love me. Was that true? You wouldn't fall for someone else while you're still with me, right?" I felt him stiffen for a split second, then he tightened his hold around me. He nuzzled against my cheek and brushed a soft kiss across my skin. "Of course, I love you. You're my mate. Who else would I love? We've been together for five years—haven't you realized what kind of person I am?" Those same words, delivered in the same tone, had been said five years ago. Back then, it was our first anniversary of being together. The tabloids caught him walking into a couple's hotel with another woman. That got people talking.

My pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh stream of wetness leaking out as my legs shook violently against the bed. "I'm going to ask you again," He whispered staring at his juice covered palm. "Did you go through my stuff?" “I… I looked through your stuff. I saw the toys and the pictures.” I whimpered my voice cracking. Sameal nodded slowly, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Good girl for telling the truth. Now touch yourself. Show me how you were playing with that greedy little cunt.” My hand trembled as I reached down and slowly I started circling my clit with two fingers. I was slow at first but my pace began to increase.