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Hot gush coated his chin; he drank it down, kept licking through the aftershocks until she whimpered and pushed him back. Ada hopped off the counter on shaky legs. Turned, bent over—ass up, tits pressed to the cool surface, skirt bunched around her waist. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Now.” Chidi yanked his trousers down. Cock sprang free—thick, dark, rock-hard, veins throbbing. He lined up and slammed in—one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt. Ada cried out, hands slapping the counter for balance. Plates rattled, a glass tipped over, rolled across the surface.

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

A deep ache settles below, my cunt throbs badly. I can't wait to have his forbidden cock pounding my slutty hole again. I wonder what my best friend is going to say if she sees me in their house, fucking her father in his master bedroom while she makes out with my pathetic ex-boyfriend. My revenge is the best in the world. I squeeze my thighs together, telling myself no finger fucking today, yet the ache building at the entrance of my core is becoming impossible to ignore. And eventually, I give in to the stupid temptation and slip my hand into my panties. My fingers locate the wet folds immediately. And it shudders slightly.

“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.

“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.