Novel & Cerita Hot Wife Ugly Husband

The wife kept complaining about everything in the restaurant while the husband was trying to comfort her. “Everything sucks! And you , why are you still here?” She frowned at me and I flinched. “I’m sorry” I uttered and walked away. “How is he coping. That woman got some attitude.” Hudson said. Hudson is also a waiter in the restaurant. He is really friendly and we got along well. “He is her husband, he would know her to handle her.” I replied him. “Uhm camille” he called. “Yea..” i answered

He was setting a trap, using me to catch his wife cheating. He watched another man sleep with his wife and didn't feel a thing. Because this was exactly what he wanted. But where did that leave me now? I looked at Irene, her face streaked with tears, then at the thick stack of cash still in Fabian's hand. I clenched my jaw. I was already in too deep. The only thing left was figuring out how to get out of this alive. Fabian was completely unhinged. What kind of man would trick his own wife like this?

"Don't you know at all? You're so stupid if you don't know anything about your wife. Yet all this time, Addison has shown herself to be sick. Don't you see it?" Damon looked at me sarcastically and shook his head. She does seem like a very annoying person. He doesn't even deserve to be called a husband for being unable to be kind to his wife. He even betrayed his wife and refused to divorce Addison. What the hell does he want? "You don't know how Addison is. Look at what your wife looks like now. She even looks skinny and unkempt. And, you foolishly care more about Miss Hills, who I'm sure is much healthier than Addison. Isn't that so stupid?"

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"If she is dead, then I won't ever marry another woman again for the rest of my life! What am I telling you? How can I curse my wife to die? You're the person who should be dead!" Marcus was truly exasperated. "Not only does a woman like you deserve to be dead, but you're even ugly beyond measure! You speak of my wife becoming ugly, but no matter how ugly my wife gets, she won't be as ugly as you. You're so extremely ugly! Don't you ever look into a mirror? Ugly woman! It's really true that ugly people would create more trouble! Fuck off!"

I drive into her heat in one brutal thrust. We both groan at the sensation. She’s impossibly tight, impossibly wet, and hot. I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her like an animal in heat (in hard, deep, punishing strokes). Her tits bounce with every slam, the diamonds on her neck flashing, as she throws her head back against the hard surface. “Tell me,” I snarl, using my teeth to scrape her throat. “Tell me who this married pussy belongs to.” “You,” she sobs, nails digging into my shoulders. “My husband...fuck...my cunt belongs to my husband...”

And this dangerously hot husband of hers? He was a walking sin—an untamed, insatiable stallion with a filthy mouth and zero self-control.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

As the water rolled down his well-built chest, it didn't miss a chance in amazing Jayda. "Will you stop staring at me?" He smirked. "What? Can't I appreciate the fact that I'm damn lucky to have such a hot dude as my husband." She wiggled her eyebrows, laying on her side with her elbow on the bed and her chin was plopped on her palm. "Of course you are. Haven't you seen how this hot model of a husband works out? These babies aren't just for staring." He boasted, kissing his arms. He folded his arms across his chest then flexed his muscles, for show off.