Novel & Cerita Esposa Hotwife

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

For a secret voyeur like me, it felt like winning the lottery. My wife Sophia is 41 years old and still an absolute knockout. She stands at 5’6” with a soft, curvy 170-pound body that drives me wild. Her long, fiery red hair flows down her back, framing a pretty face and those heavy, full D-cup breasts with small, sensitive pink areolas that harden at the slightest touch. She visits the spa every two weeks for a full wax, leaving just a thin, neat landing strip above her smooth, plump mound. Her pussy is beautiful..puffy outer lips that stay mostly closed until she’s aroused, with delicate inner petals that swell and peek out when she’s dripping wet.

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

I said to him. "You mean your ex-wife?" James asked me with an inquisitive look. "Yes, my ex-wife", I said to James in reply. "Okay, what did she do?" James asked me, and at the same time, the waiter came with his own drink. "Thank you," Henry said to the waiter, who nodded in reply before turning and walking away. "Are you aware of her new relationship with Mrs Gonzalez?" I asked James who was pouring his drink inside his glass. "Yes, I'm aware of it," James said to me.

In his hand, he carried a slim tablet. "I am looking at what I am about to destroy," I replied without turning around. Alistair moved closer, stopping directly behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He didn't touch me, yet his presence consumed my personal space. "Ambition is a sweet spice, Elaine. But unchecked rage only makes you careless." He held the tablet out to me. "Look at this. The latest update from your beloved 'fiancé'." My hands trembled as I took the device. The screen displayed a prominent business and lifestyle site with a headline that made my stomach churn:

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"I have no problem with the concept of a Hot Wife as long as she is taking care of her husband's needs when he has them. I know a lot of women in their thirties and early forties have a higher sex drive than their husbands. I think if the husband is taken care of when he needs or wants his wife, there is nothing wrong with her seeking some relief when he isn't." The sexy thirty-six-year-old hot wife smiled at her new boss and checked him out blatantly and was shocked at what she thought she saw in his pants. Was his cock really running down his pants leg halfway to his knee? She looked up, and he winked, knowing what she'd been doing. She smiled back and said, "I think I'm really going to en

He looked back at Diego, “Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t burned your house down yet.” A few reporters tried to hold their laughter. Diego’s gaze didn’t shift. He just smirked, “You do know I have more than you can count in your lifetime.” “She can burn as many mansions she wants,” Diego softly gazed at Esperenza and smiled. “Her husband loves her more than anything else in this world.” A smile came on Esperenza’s face. She held Diego’s arm gently and gazed at Carlos. “Only good husband knows the worth of their wives,” She smiled at Diego and then took her gaze to Juliana, “Am I right Juliana?”

And they were all things that I could never have imagined. Seeing my gorgeous wife having super-hot sex with her best friend, Sandy. Sitting on a motel bed naked and jerking off with a cute exotic lesbian right beside me frigging her own pussy. Watching my wife and that cutie finger fucking their cunts for each other, long-distance, and then having my wife watch over the phone as the little vixen jerked me off in the public of our rental car.