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He moved close to me and lifted my hand gently, brushing his thumb over the empty skin. I felt like I could freeze up! Grant does more with that single touch than my cheating husband ever did with his whole damn body. And God, that says everything. Everything I never wanted to mention before now, something I didn't want to acknowledge. Liam and I were… fine. Safe. But our sex life? Vanilla, too polite, and too boring. Which is probably why I found him with some one twenty-two-year-old intern bent over his office desk, fucking like his life depended on it! He was fucking her like he never fucked me.

"Cheap whore." I should be ashamed, but his words just made my pussy spam harder around those invading fingers. "Tell us what you really are." The man behind me ordered, adding a third finger to stretch me wider for his cock. Pumping them, making me gush out more juice. "I'm....a...cheap...whore..." Panting, white knuckling the barrier. "Cheating on my so...soon to be ....hus...husband." The guy beside me laughed, his own cock rubbing my thighs.

He said and I smiled gratefully at him. " What about you?" I asked him. "What's your story?" He looked at me and shrugged like it didn't bother him much. "Well, it's nothing serious. I'm not engaged to her. Someone sent me a sex video of her fucking another guy and screaming his name so fucking loud, like some cheap whore so I decided to call it quits. This is the third one. They always ended up cheating. They all shared the same agenda. Charm me to date them, eat my money until they were full, and fucking cheat." He had a pained expression on his face, and I couldn't help but place my hand on his, which was on the bar island where we sat. He took my hand and squeezed it tightly. I didn't ig

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

William growled at me. I retorted mockingly, "I'm nowhere near as pathetic as you. Despite knowing that Marissa and I are about to get married, you shamelessly stick to her anyway. You didn't even mind having sex with her in the bathroom of a clubhouse. I feel ashamed on your behalf. Aren't you afraid you might catch some kind of disease from doing it in a public space?" William flew into a rage and punched me. Before I could retaliate, he dumped the steaming bowl of soup all over himself and screamed in pain.

Each word was a knife, but I forced myself to listen. "I convinced myself that the mate bond was wrong, that the Moon Goddess made a mistake, that I knew better." His voice was thick with shame. "So I took what I thought I was owed—Vanessa—while keeping you as the politically convenient mate. I compartmentalized. Told myself it wasn't really cheating because I'd never wanted you in the first place." "Did you ever want me?" I asked, the question barely a whisper. "At any point during those six months, did you ever actually want me?"

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.

I jerked on his cock as he sucked hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud while his hips slammed up relentlessly. The wet, filthy sounds of my soaked pussy taking his cock filled the bathroom, obscene squelching mixed with my broken moans. “You feel that?” He rasped, voice rough. “That’s a real man’s cock ruining your cheating cunt. Cry for me, baby. Cry while you cream all over your husband’s brother.” I was sobbing and moaning, lost in the mix of pain and ecstasy. My nails raked down his back as he pounded me. The stretch was overwhelming. My pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft, juices and leftover soap making everything slippery and nasty.

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me? I stood in front of the judge, my hands shaking as I listened to the lawyer representing Damon speak. "Your honor, Mrs. Contreras is trying to get a divorce based on her allegations that my client cheated on her. But I would like to point out that she herself has a history of infidelity. She cheated on my client with not one, but multiple men during the course of their marriage. And yet, my client has always stood by her and tried to make things work. He has never once strayed from their vows. We ask that the court denies Mrs. Contreras' request for a divorce and instead, orders couples counseling to try and work on t