Empress Jennifer Cuckold Novels & Stories

“You came too early.” Jennifer managed to smile. “Yeah. I have to. Emily is still in school. I need to go and take her too." “I totally understand. I was hoping you would be here alongside Albert." He said, and just then, he noticed the mark on her face. It was evident enough that someone hit her. “Sorry. But what is that on your face?” He asked. “Did someone hit you?” Even though Caleb was a close friend. She couldn't open up. She had to cover up for her husband, Albert. She chuckled mildly. “I met a crazy customer yesterday,” she lied. “She slapped me.”

I hated how pathetic I sounded, but I was past the point of caring about my pride. "You want to know what's going on?" Jenny's voice rose with so much resent. Her eyes flashed with something between anger and disgust. "Fine. I'll tell you exactly what's going on." She pushed off from the desk, standing up straighter, and I could see her entire body tense with barely controlled rage. "Your wife… no, actually, your ex-wife, who has loved you deeply for the past five fucking years, found out recently that you, a good-for-nothing piece of shit, have been sleeping with her cousin. In the same goddamn house you all live in together!"

"I just hope you'll have room in your life for a dumb cowboy." "I love you," she whispered, shifting to slide on top of him. She knelt straddling him, positioning his ready erection at her entrance. "So beautiful," he breathed. "I love you, Jenny." Gripping her hips, he pushed himself home. Back in his motel room, Joe Russo flipped open his laptop and uploaded the images he'd taken with the drone, including a half-dozen stills of the redhead. He ran the clearest one through another app he wasn't supposed to have and came up with a hit: Jennifer Stone of Boulder, Colorado.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to say hi. You went to see Jennifer?” “Yeah, but she's not in her room,” I replied. “That's because it's Saturday. She went to visit one of her babies.” My ears piqued up. “Babies?” I asked hesitantly. “Yup,” he popped. “You don't know she's a mother?” My mind reeled from this information. “What do you mean by one of?” Milo laughed. “Oh, Jennifer is a multiple mama. She's probably in one of her baby daddies' houses right now.”

Quickly I read what the content was about "The great model Jessica Freeman Claims to have been in a relationship With Cade Callaghan, the multi- Billi Onaire who we have just found out That he got married recently, what Jessica Freeman claim is that Cade Callaghan never got married to his new Wife Emily Wilburn because he was still Dating her, what we are trying to find out Now Is if Jessica Freeman claim is true Or not" "I knew it! I should have smell some thing fishy"I said as I went to show my husband the magazine

"It's your employees who do most of it. What can you do, other than sign some documents?" Gael stepped closer staying mere inches from his face. "Stop that disgusting attitude right now" he nudged her forehead with his index finger before opening the door. They both walked through the door and all eyes fell on them. The gossip started so obviously. They both kept walking until they were intercepted by one of her father's investors. "She's a real beauty" expressed Mr. Tonny showing his glass in a toast to the jovial newlywed couple. "No doubt about it" approved Mr. Tonny's wife, the same one he had hooked on his arm.

One of those adventures was our brief flirtation with mild exhibitionism—or, more accurately, Jennifer's flirtation with it. She loved dressing like a slut for me, and I absolutely loved watching her. Until then, we'd kept it safely within the walls of our home. During one particularly heated session, Jennifer slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that hugged her curvy hips and heart-shaped ass. She paired them with a sheer T-shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The low-cut neckline framed her freckled chest and generous cleavage, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly make out her dark areolas through the thin fabric. The more I stared, the harder her nipples became.

She sang 'Born This Way' and danced. "You seem to be into clubbing, huh? Why not give your club a try tonight?" I shot Almira a disapproving look. I was already feeling guilty after drinking here, and now she was suggesting going to a bar? Besides, the club was crowded, and this girl was undeniably drunk. "Yeah!" Chelle quickly dropped the mic. "Come on, I have some sexy clothes in my room." Her husband wasn't around, giving her the confidence to extend such an invitation. He was overseas again, as usual. Most of their businesses were there, so he rarely stayed in the country, and the same applied to this island.

"Ronald, this suit of yours isn't custom-made, is it? It's not fair to keep this insider information from us." My coworkers laughed and teased me in the office, but I couldn't force a smile. I had been married to Angela Reed for nine years, and she had always refused to make it public. It wasn't until a couple of days ago, after I secured a 300-million-dollar project for the company, that she finally allowed me to announce our relationship at the year-end awards ceremony.