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Pulling out his gloved wet fingers, he shoved them into his mouth, sucking her taste off. "You taste like a desperate housewife." The second guy yanked her husband's PJ pants down to his knees. Her husband, despite his protests, his cock was rock hard. The masked guy unzipped his own jeans, pulled out a fat veiny cock and dragged it up and down the husband's crack. "Feel that? This is going into your tiny hole while you watch your wife get spiked on my buddy's big cock." The husband's voice cracked. "No...please...don't....we'd give you anything you want." But his body did the opposite, ass pushing back on the fat dick like a desperate whore.

The moans fill your house the moment you open the front door. Your body reacts instinctively, unsure who is with her, how many there may be or in what way they are defiling your wife. In the month since your birthday surprise, she has taken her role of hotwife to an entirely new level. Over the last week you’ve come home to the sounds of her getting fucked and used on four different occasions. Each time you quietly snuck into the room, assumed your position on the floor and waited for permission to stroke your cock while you watched.

My heart plummeted. There was no mistaking Gabriel's voice. Even in the dead of night or blindfolded, I could pick it out from a thousand others. I knew that voice. That’s why I barged in. My stomach churned as I threw the door open, praying I was wrong, hoping this was some horrible misunderstanding. But it wasn’t. There he was—Gabriel, my husband of five years. His pants were around his ankles, a woman straddling him with her skirt pushed up, revealing her bare backside. Her breasts spilled out of her shirt as she clung to him, utterly absorbed in their act.

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.

"It seems you must have forgotten that you are my wife, juliet. I am one of the most respectable men in this country, it's already enough that you are ugly and fat.. repulsive to the eyes, but what I won't take from you... Is making me look bad Infront of the world, that I billionaire and among the richest men in America, is allowing my wife to work. When she could just easily seat at home and relax." I bit my lip, my hand balls into a fist.. his words ringing so hard in my head.. *It's already enough that you are ugly and fat... repulsive to the eyes* am I that ugly, that he had to say I'm repulsive to the eyes. It's alright when my sis insults me, but I guess I didn't take her insults that

Angelo grumbled in his mind. “Yeah, right, but too bad for him. Can’t feel any love towards that ugly Homosapien.” Angelo confidently hit his chest as he informed Anton. “At least change the way on how you call your husband, don’t always call him ugly Homosapien. It might irritate your husband, and one day you will be slapped by divorce papers.” “Then what should I call him; ugly Homosapien has a better ring to it than any other name.” Angelo shrugs.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

"Are you... doing this of your own free will, miss? He, uh... He's rather... unique-looking." "Excuse me?!" I snapped, furious enough to make everyone in the building turn and stare. "Are you blind, ma'am? You're looking at the most handsome man you could possibly meet, and you're calling him ugly?! Look at those hideous freaks outside, then look at my husband again. Do you seriously not see the difference?!" I pulled Matteo close and pointed at his sharply chiseled features. "My husband is the most handsome bastard in the entire world!"

Addy knew what the wicked witch was doing so she gave her one of her most practiced genuine fake smile ever and looked her straight in the eyes while noting the surprise in both her ex-husband and his fiance. "So what do you want to know Alex ?I don't have all day ."Addy folded her arms and looked at her ex-husband who was as handsome as ever.He had not changed that much ,well except for his physique of course. "Ummh...well I want to see my son."He was stuttering and he had just realized that the woman in front of him was no longer that timid shy girl he hated ,she was a beautiful woman.His wife ..the mother of his son.

“Then why does it feel like you’re angry with me?” Ethan went quiet. He turned away, running a hand through his hair before pacing once across the room. When he stopped in front of her again, his jaw was tight. “I’m not angry at you,” he said finally. “I’m angry at the situation.” “At me being your wife?” Lydia asked quietly. His eyes flicked to hers. “At the fact that this marriage was never my choice.” The words landed heavily, even though she had heard them before in different forms.