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I can see that she was silenced again and then sit beside me, "Hmmm two woman with one man, the other one claiming she is his one great love and the other one is the unfortunate wife" "Oh, so there is really that kind of love story huh, so they live all together in one house?" "I am not sure but it seems it is fine with the wife that her husband is with his great love." "Oh, hmmm how about you? can you stand having that kind of situation?" "No, I will always do the right thing..." "That explains, you really did the right thing.." And then she stare at me and rolled her eyes on me, "What!? Did I say something wrong?"

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

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James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.

Nothing like the screaming, raging thing I felt like inside. Adrian had gone to her last night. I knew it with absolute certainty. Had probably cried on her shoulder about his "crazy fiancée" who was acting so strange. And Maribel had comforted him. I had probably told him I was just stressed, just emotional, just being difficult like women get sometimes. And then they'd fucked. Because that's what they did. What they'd always done, probably since high school, right under my nose while I smiled and played the grateful friend and loving girlfriend.

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.

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

I said with a blank look. “Speaking about work. Am currently working on a story and it really critical. Personally, am interested in it” “Hmm what is it about?” “Okay, a man have been maltreating his wife for the past 6 years now. Both physically, emotionally and sexually” “What the..domestic violence still happens?” I asked shocked as I forgot about the work I was busy with. “Like, I was surprised too. I mean, a man have no right, no fucking right to lay his hand on a woman..talk less of his own wife..”

I tell Vivienne. “I picked everything out; it should be mine.” Vivienne screeches. “Your name isn’t on the papers. I voided and paid the contracts. It is my asset.” I explained. Vivienne stands up, “You and I kissed Friday. Does your wife know that?” “You kissed me, and I pushed you away. Let me be clear, Vivienne. Even if Ellie weren’t in the picture, we wouldn’t be together. Me loving someone else doesn’t change the fact that you cheated while I was fighting for my life in a burn unit.” I explained.