Kisah Hot Suami Istri の小説・ストーリー

But after some minutes he finally gave in to his own burning desires and since then we've made love every single day to make up for all the lost times we didn't have! And it was sweet hot, sexy, steamy and passionate and we discovered new things, new spots of our body that we liked to be touched specially him with his scars, but i showed all my love and he took it all in like a sponge and now, our sexlife is even better than before all this mess!!!. End of flashback. I'm getting out of my deep thinking by the squeezing of my hand by Riley who is waiting for my answer: "Yes I do!" I say and they pronounce us officially as husband and wife and then he lifts up my chin with his finger and looks

I couldn’t let myself drown in those memories again, so I focused back on the screen instead. He hadn’t posted anything new on his main feed, but his story had been updated. My stomach tightened instantly as I tapped it. The first video showed Brown drinking and laughing with one of his closest friends, the same disgusting man who always encouraged him to control me because women supposedly respected fear more than love. They looked relaxed and happy. Like his wife and child hadn’t vanished overnight. I tapped to the next story and froze. My sister was sitting right beside Brown. Laughing at something he said while his arm rested behind her chair casually.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

"Kisa, Mr. Kooper is truly a good man. He's handsome and rich. He treats you and the kids with tenderness. Honestly, she has yet to make any principal mistakes. You shouldn't divorce him. He really is nice. If I had a husband like that, I'd even smile in my sleep." The more Lea spoke, the more she admired her. Kisa asked while putting on a false smile, " What's a principal mistake?" "Uhm... like cheating, domestic violence, and those kinds of stuff." 'Domestic violence? Does always choking her and screaming while threatening to kill her count as domestic violence? Or does the fire from five years ago count as domestic violence? No, the fire from five years ago is considered murder! As for ch

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

I was getting paid AND getting laid. Hell yeah! When is a man at his peak? When he's got cash in one hand and a woman under the other. After a solid hour of going at it, I felt my spine tighten. Fabian wanted me to give him a kid. I wasn't about to let the man down. I gave her every last drop; not a single one left. Irene's whole body shuddered. She knew exactly what I had just done. She stared at me in shock. "Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you just did?"

I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me. I refused to let him trample over me. "That's nonsense!" I shouted back. "You're abusing your authority to humiliate me. If you really do it, I'll call the cops right away!" My words infuriated him. In the next second, his hand struck my face with a force so violent it sent me crashing against the wall. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I slid weakly to the floor.

Inside the mansion in one of the rooms, Kenan was soaking in the super luxurious bathtub with a glass of drink in his hand. His eyes were closed as he savored the victory he had just won. Today several television news outlets have broadcast the arrest of Wisnu Wiratama in one of the hotel rooms. Not because of embezzlement of company money but drugs. Wisnu was not alone but with several comfort women. A satisfied smile made Kenan's face excited. He imagined the embarrassment of the Wiratama family and how his sharp-mouthed wife would deal with the media who would not stop harassing her until Kenan stopped her.

I was surprised, it was not familiar to me. "Who is that?" I whispered to myself. Out of curiosity I opened the message. My mouth dropped, my hand trembled when I saw a photo. "N-No. It's not true..." My lips trembled and I sat on the edge of the bed still looking at the photo. It shows my husband with another woman, who is holding a baby, standing together. Both of them are beaming with sincere joy. My chest drops, until the anger starts to build. I can't believe what I am seeing. I don't want to think that he's having an affair. I am convincing myself that it is not true. It simply isn't. This does not mean that he is cheating. He loves me, I know that Lucas loves me.

I didn’t have to say shit before punching him square in the face. I was sure I’d broken his nose and with the way his eyes rolled into his head, I knew he’d be unconscious. The other one screamed something in a language I was sure wasn’t English as the first guy dropped to the floor. I walked toward him as he shielded his junk with one hand while placing the other in front of him. He was hard, and that was what gave it away. They were a gay couple and were playing with themselves but decided to add a third party to it. Not out of consent.