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“He even gave you his own chef? I wish to have my own Dr. Hale.” This time I burst into laughter, shaking my head. “Are you sure?” I asked, helping her with her suitcases. Who even brings two suitcases for a brief visit? “I thought you and Aaron were going steady. My brother is quite generous.” I added, and she scoffed. “I mean, he is generous, no doubt, but we are not together on that. We are only fucking.” I groaned, suddenly regretting why I had asked. “Kim, that is my brother.”

The cool air kissed my skin as he slowly unzipped my dress, his fingers trailing softly down my spine. I shivered beneath his touch, anticipation building as he pressed his body against mine, his lips finding mine once more. Every touch felt electric, every kiss igniting something deep within me that I hadn’t felt in years. That night, under the soft glow of candlelight, we became one again—this time as husband and wife, bound by love, trust, and a promise of forever.

When she married into the Kane family, Carol would definitely have this person fired. Carol was already being quite upfront, almost explicitly revealing her position as the lady of the hotel. However, the other person seemed oblivious. He asked rather foolishly, "What gives you the right to command me?" Carol had never encountered such an obtuse person in her life. His response infuriated her, and she even wondered how he dared to speak like that to Liam's wife. "I am the one Mr. Liam is proposing to tonight. I am Liam's woman!" "Ha!" A cold voice sneered from the other end. "Since when did I have a woman? How come I had no idea?"

I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

Her eyes flashed with determination as she stood up, facing her family. "Enough!" she declared, her voice firm. "Welbeck is my husband, and I won't tolerate this disrespect. He is trying his best to find work, and it's not easy. We are a team, and we support each other. If you can't treat him with the dignity he deserves, then I suggest you leave." Silence filled the room as Kiera's words echoed, the weight of her love and support casting a protective shield around Welbeck. Her family members shifted uncomfortably, the laughter dying down, replaced by an uneasy silence.

One hand slid under my robe, cupping my breast, the other dipping between my legs, fingers stroking my already wet pussy. “You’re thinking too much again, aren’t you?” he murmured against my neck, biting down gently. I moaned softly, pushing back against him. “It’s been exactly one year today,” I whispered. He hummed, sliding two fingers inside me slowly, curling them just right. “And?” he asked, voice dark. “Are you going to leave me, wife?” I turned in his arms, looking up at him. Those green eyes that once terrified me now made my knees weak.

My name is Happiness, and this is my story of how I saved my husband, home, and marriage with sex. You were expecting to see "The End," at this point, isn't it? Oh! The story had just begun. Stay tuned and enjoy the rest of the story. While Mrs. Happiness and her husband were still sitting in their sitting room, watching programs on television, there came this program that Pastor Solomon loved so much. "Hello, viewers, we have come again with this wonderful, thrilling, and captivating program, Tale of the Moon Light," the program presenter said, and Pastor Solomon said, "Yes, my dear, I love this program so much. It makes me remember back in the days when my mother did tell us all sorts of f

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

“Lisa…” “Dad. What happened to Sam bro?” Kiara’s small voice from behind made them both turn around. The girl’s face was pale and eyes full of fear. “My friend said Sam bro is arrested because he married the Home Minister’s daughter tactfully. Is it because of Manya?”