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“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

She can’t remember that her cousin eaves an instruction that her husband will get something in his office making her to stop typing on the keyboard and tried to think about it. Caspian noticed his wife is in a trance and seems to be thinking, “don’t mind me, just do your work,” he suggested to his wife. Steph return her sight and attention onher thing and continued typing but after a second, she paused from typing when she was disturbed by her husband. “What are you looking for there?!” she asked. She is glaring at her husband until he looks at her too with a serious look, “I am looking for my heart,” he joke.

If she became his wife, he would probably end up mistreating her for the sake of his mother. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. She pretended nothing had happened, and went into the room. Seeing Curtis still sitting by the bedside watching Margot, she reminded him, "Take good care of her. Whenever Anthony comes, do not let him hypnotize Margot. Even if Margot wants to regain her memory, don't agree to it. Hypnosis is really harmful to her. Curtis nodded. "Got it." "I'll be downstairs keeping an eye on the kids. Just call me if you need anything," Lena said one last thing, then turned around and left.

Just as Hailey predicted, as they got closer, all I could think about was what it would look like, erect and slowly easing its way in and out of my wife's cunt. By now, they were coming close to me. I snapped out of this hypnotic stare only to glance at my wife and find that she was looking directly at me. She must have seen me but didn't react. Instead, she carried on walking hand-in-hand with Justin towards me. I was now captivated by her nakedness in front of all these strangers.

I mindlessly nodded. "Hahahahaha seriously! Him? He can't even get major roles in good shows!" I just stared at her. I felt a bit ashamed of what I just said. "Sorry..." I whispered. She slammed her hand at the table and brought her face closer to mine. I can finally see her. Her expression looks so frustrated and hungry that she screams she wants to eat me whole. I shivered and moved back but she grabbed my back and pulled me closer again. I am so afraid, how dare I forget she is Dohyung's wife, I am so sure she will kill me now...

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

"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.

Several months earlier. Rain hammered against the windows of a hotel room in Nairobi. Patricia sat at the edge of a bed. Her face pale. Her hands trembling. Across from her sat Alex. Confused. Worried. Scared. "Patricia, slow down." "No." Her voice sounded urgent. Desperate. "There isn't much time." Alex frowned. He had never seen his wife like this. Never. The calm woman he knew had vanished. In her place sat someone frightened beyond reason.

The doctor asked me with a nonchalant tone. "Wait just a minute, what kind of doctor are you? How could you give up on a patient like that?" I asked the doctor with an angry tone. "And what kind of husband are you? How could you allow your sick wife to go missing like that?" The doctor shot back at me immediately.

At the first hearing of the divorce case, because there had been so much public attention, it was streamed live online. The lawyer Jean had hired had spoken eloquently in court, delivering impassioned arguments. He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior.