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At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

Smut warning⚠️ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ DOMINIC Morning comes again, and I wake up next to my beautiful wife, my love, and finally, she becomes my submissive too. I don't expect how open-minded she is about this. If I knew she would be this open, I would ask her to become my submissive after we married, but everything in this life has a destiny.

[Carnelia] I felt the cold of the void behind me as I lay in bed, dreaming of my husband. And yet, as I opened my eyes, I felt a warm touch on my cheek and the deep, earthy scent of him so strong that I was sure I must still be dreaming. Turning towards the warmth and the delicious scent of crushed leaves and pine, I blinked my eyes up to see an impossibility. Primus, my husband and mate, is standing next to me.

He also sleeps with her like this. The same Tanya was seeing the same dream again in her sleep. She was reading the same novel again. Those were its pages which she had read hurriedly. A boy was visible in it, she could not see his face but only his back. Looking at him she remembers that he is a side character in the novel. Apart from Nidhi, he is the only one who helps Tanya. She remembers well that there is not much about him in the novel, only that he is a business man. His name is also Shivam, not much was told about him even in the novel. She had never seen her in full form, but she recognized him by his body.

I'm feisty, but that's his problem. The ugly old man just laughed. "Soon, you'll see me after our wedding," he whispered again. As if I will get goosebumps from his whispers. Never, ugly old man! "But wait, don't tell me you'll still be wearing a mask at our wedding?" I asked, annoyed. It's like our wedding is going to be a comedy. Damn! "Yes baby, it'll be a surprise when we're on our honeymoon," he replied. Yucks! What surprise is he saying?

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

I could feel the old couple moving around above me, and my hips began to hump the old lady's smooth dress that covered her leg. I felt Edit reach down to begin to jack me off and I raised my mouth up off of her husband to look over to see him kissing her and playing with her saggy old tit, while she was still holding the brush up my ass with one hand, and jacking me off with the other. Edith's dress was off of one shoulder revealing her tit for her husband and when she saw me looking up at them, she pulled my head towards her old tit.