Hotwife Confession Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

, he asked confusedly with a slight frown. “No wonder Uncle always said my Mafia stories are bullshit. He already had a real one as a best friend.“ She spoke as she relaxed her body on the seat and played with her figures. Mr. Davis was stunned by her reply and chuckled. “I thought you would get scared, but that was an unexpected reaction.” she froze for a second as she realized her words. “Well, I wonder what kind of stories you had about us, haha.” She folded her lips inside and shut down her eye, feeling embarrassed. Mr. Davis laughed, making her feel better and more comfortable.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

I can't help breaking down. However, I take a grip on myself, breathing heavily. "The entire story I told him was a lie. Because I did it. I tried to sexually violate Christian Scott", I confess, releasing a deep breath that I was holding ever since I landed here. I can hear some people whispering and rambling but I don't understand what they are saying. They must be gossiping about me and my confession.

"I am the daughter of the late Henry Williams. I am not a thief. I am a woman who escaped five years of emotional torture. I left a husband who cheated in our bed and stole from my father’s grave. Today, I am reclaiming my name." The room erupted. Questions were shouted from every direction. I answered them all with poise. I showed the bank records. I showed the photos of Jane and Damien. By the time I walked off that stage, the "Scandalous Wife" was gone. The "Rising Queen" had arrived. But as we got into the car to head back to the penthouse, Bryan’s phone buzzed. He looked at the message, and his jaw tightened. "What is it?" I asked.

CHAPTER 1 I knelt on the hard wood with my dress pushed up to my waist and my legs spread wide. The priest in charge of the holy cathedral sat before my opened pussy, and nodded his head that I should start my confession. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I began with shaky voice. “I didn't do it purposely, Father. My husband has not fucked me in more than a year. He takes other women and even my own cousin, but he never touched me. So I… started doing bad things….”

"Nobody's forcing you to work. You don't have to." Piper always took her mother's side, and this time was no different. "Yeah, Dad. What else can you even do besides sit around the house? Just listen to Mom." Nobody remembered that it was Renee who talked me into being a stay-at-home husband. Nobody knew I'd given it all up so she could chase her dreams. Nobody saw any of what I'd done. I stared at the two of them, frozen, and something inside me finally snapped. "Enough. What I do with my life is none of your concern."

“He violated me, Adrian. Over and over. And I bore it all in silence.” Adrian closes his eyes, fists trembling at his sides. “I wore the smiles,” she continues, her sobs breaking the words. “I went to dinners, posed for photos, played the loving wife while I was breaking apart inside. I thought if I kept quiet, it would stop. But it never did. And one night, I realized—I couldn’t survive another day chained to him. So I ended it myself.” The confession hangs heavy in the air, like blood in water. Adrian steps forward, jaw clenched, his voice shaking. “God, Bianca…” He swallows hard. “And then Wade?”

“That’s what you think it was?” “That’s what it was.” She slammed the file shut. “Three years of my time… and it was simply ripped apart because another woman showed up. The same woman who made sure the whole world heard of the very thing I’m most ashamed of. Ah… the same woman who you’re still dating and yet talking about pursuing me. How stupid do you think I am?” Julian laughed under his breath, but this time it sounded… broken. “You’re unbelievable.” “You’ve said that already.”

“It’s been six years since my last confession.” Elias swallowed. “Go ahead.” She didn’t waste time. “I fuck a lot, Father. Different men, sometimes more than one a week. I let them take me however they want. In the front seat of their cars with my skirt shoved up around my waist. In cheap motel rooms where the beds creak so loud the neighbors probably hear. Once in a club bathroom, bent over the sink with my panties around my ankles while the bass from the music shook the walls. I sucked their cocks like I was starving for it. Deep in my throat until my eyes watered. I swallowed every drop and asked for more.”