My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift Romane & Geschichten

~No matter what form it takes, all types of cheating are devastating to a marriage.~ The closer we got to celebrating our anniversary, the Fisker Rome became, as doubts about his commitment to our marriage swirled around in my head. “Good morning, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “Did you enjoy my pre-anniversary gift?" he whispered. “I wasn’t expecting that. What’s gotten into you?” “It's our anniversary, and you were good. I love to catch you off guard, especially when you are sleeping. I love spontaneity, don’t you?”

Nothing that needed sentiment. He studied my face for a second, then nodded. “I agree that it’s indeed an arrangement between both of us, but I already decided. I can’t take it back.” Before I could stop it, my thoughts drifted backward to Leonard again. In five years of marriage, he had never given me a single gift. Not on any of our anniversaries. Not on any of my birthdays. In fact the very first gift he had given to me was the night I found out he had cheated on me for the first time.

"Honey, Damon has cancer. All he wants is a biological child before he goes, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. "Besides, I genuinely forgot today was our anniversary… It's just a date on a calendar. We can celebrate it any other time." The pungent stench of hospital disinfectant rolled off her skin and hit my nostrils. I peeled her hands off my waist and silently shifted toward the far edge of the bed. The smell was suffocating, making my stomach turn. "Don't worry about it. From now on, you can spend as much time playing nurse to Damon as you want. I'm bowing out," I said.

Gloria giggled and replied, “Happy anniversary to you too, my dearest husband. Thank you so much for my gift. I love it a lot.” I will be eternally grateful to the Lord for allowing us to find each other. Darling, being your wife is the best thing that ever happened to me. I am looking forward to many more years.” Then she got out of bed, walked to her closet, and took a gift bag. She smiled brightly at her husband, then she handed the gift to him. Her husband smiled broadly and took the gift bag with both hands. He then took out the velvet box and opened it. Sitting quietly in the velvet box were elegant sapphire cufflinks.

I answered while suppressing my annoyance towards him. “Actually, I came to you because I wanted to ask something. Next week, I will celebrate our anniversary with my wife. Vivian loves jewelry and clothes. And she can get anything she wants because she has money to spend. So now, I have no idea what gift I should give. I would like to ask for your opinion.” “My opinion?” I asked, then pointed to myself. “Yup. You are a woman, so you know what will make women happy. I heard from the head maid that you have a son. I thought you could share with me what your husband usually gives you as a gift.”

"Honey, I just found out I have to go on a week-long business trip. It's so last minute that I can't spend our anniversary with you. There are also some problems with the company's cash flow, so could you transfer me $100 million?" I sneered and looked at the familiar figure in the jewelry store, replying, "Sure, but there's a transfer document that needs your signature. I'll send you the soft copy!" He immediately hung up the call. Looking at the signed contract, I got out of the car and headed straight for the jewelry store. As soon as I entered, I saw Queenie Steward, the heiress of the Steward family, sitting in the VIP room. When she saw me come in, a trace of disgust flashed in her eye

In the picture, my wife, Phoebe Reese, was wearing a skimpy black lace nightgown, holding the roses I sent her with a seductive smile on her face. And behind her was the shadow of a man. For a second, I couldn't feel anything. Was Phoebe cheating on me…? Was she so stir-crazy from me being gone that she found someone else? A hot wave of anger hit me hard. I gritted my teeth and called Phoebe. The phone rang forever before she finally picked up. "Why are you calling so late? What do you need?" Her breathing sounded uneven, like she had just worked out. "Phoebe, happy birthday. Did you get the flowers I sent?"

Renee nodded and gave him a peck on the lips. "I should be thanking you, actually. I wouldn't have known what to do if you hadn't told me how I could turn things around on Evan instead. There's no way I'm going to let him get any of my hard-earned money. He can forget about making me get out of this marriage empty-handed! "I never would've married him if you hadn't gone abroad back then. He's just a doctor! He's nowhere near good enough for me." They started kissing each other passionately and were soon lost in the throes of intimacy. I got my phone out and recorded it.

"When I gave you gifts that were worth thousands of dollars in the past, you'd be happy for days. You really have changed now. I don't like the new you." I folded my arms in front of my chest while scoffing at him. "You've already given your love and money to the mistress in our marriage. Now that I—the free maid of your house—is about to leave, you think it'll be difficult for you to find another submissive and cheap maid to keep things neat and tidy in your house. That's why after racking your brain, you've decided to give me cheap gifts just to get me to stay, huh?" I didn't hesitate to fire back sassily.

“And you’re driving.” “Where?” I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at how fucking ridiculous this was going to sound. “I need to buy a gift for my husband. Our anniversary is coming up soon and I have no idea what to get him.” His whole body went still under me. I slid forward again, pressing my tits against his chest, rubbing my ass in slow circles on his cock. I kissed him deep, sucked his tongue, then bit his bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.