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With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

She hated playing matchmaker, but anytime one of her single friends got a look at the six-foot tall former professional soccer player, they all begged for an introduction. “What’s the huge gaping plot-hole?” Bryce asked as his hand slid further up the back of her dress. She gave him a playful dirty look. Her black-haired, blue-eyed, too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband hit on her constantly when Ethan hung out with them, Bryce’s not-so-subtle way of saying, “Look how fun being married is. Aren’t you sad you’re still single?” Leigh swatted at his hand. “So the one guy convinces the other guy that they can swap wives in the night, right? ‘Here, we’ll sneak into each other’s houses and while o

Later that night, as they cuddled on the sofa of their basement entertainment room and watched the recorded video of the family next door, Beth said to her husband, "I guess I wasn't too surprised that the two kids might get it on-like my brother and I used to. But the folks joining in was a shock. A pleasant one, but still a shock. My parents would have thrown our asses out if they knew that Keith and I were fucking." Watching Dawn on the big TV on her hands and knees with her father fucking her cunt and her brother fucking her mouth-a scene they missed while Gary banged his wife against the shed wall-he gently rubbed Beth's naked pussy, and she went on, "Now that we know how open George an

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Shit what is wrong with me I thought to myself. That’s when my wife slid her hand over my rock hard cock. She looked at me and said, “What’s wrong with us. This is turning me on too. We are terrible people.” I slid my hand back into her pants and felt that she was dripping wet from watching our daughter. I didn’t respond to her but instead just started to play with her pussy. We watched as the other girl on her back had her bra and panties pulled off her now. She was riding on top of a guys cock while she was sucking on two different cocks alternating back and forth.

Another stupid act because of my jealousy. “I’m really sorry. I thought—” “No, it’s fine. I get it. I would have been just like you if I saw someone get too close to my girl.” “You didn’t act like that when Cyrus was hitting it from the back last night,” his wife says. I look at her, shocked. Did she just say he watched as another man slept with her? I look between them, confused, as they suddenly burst into laughter. “We’re swingers,” he explains. “Oh… ah… good.” I don’t know how to react to the news. I can’t fathom the idea of someone kissing what’s mine, much less sleeping with her.

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

But that wasn’t what had me so turned on. It was the fact that I was getting fucked at the same time as another woman. Watching her take it, hearing her beg, feeling my own pussy clench around Roman, it was all so hot. “Do you want to swap?” the woman suddenly asked, voice shaky from the pounding she was taking. That made me freeze for a second. “Yeah, that would be hot,” her husband agreed. I felt Roman stop moving inside me. This was new. Completely unexpected. I didn’t know what to say… but I wasn’t against it either.

All they knew was that I spent an entire year treating Lester's leg until he was nearly back to normal. What they didn't know was that Lester was also impotent. I treated him before I finally got pregnant. The memory made me draw in a few deep breaths. Then, I began to check him. Fortunately, his condition was the same as Lester's. It wouldn't be hard to treat. "How did you even know I had this problem?" A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes as he grabbed my hand. I smiled and made up a lie. "I was about to marry you. Of course, I had to look into my future husband's background."

"Caleb, you might wanna sit down for this. The son you've been spoiling for years? Hugo? Not yours. Turns out, your wife's been busy—he's Damian's kid." "No. That's not possible," Caleb stammered, shaking his head. I reached into my bag again, pulling out my phone. With a quick tap, the screen lit up. "Oh, but it is. Here's your wife's original pregnancy test. Spoiler alert: she wasn't pregnant when I was. Hugo came along later—after her little rendezvous with Damian. She's been lying to you since day one." Then I clicked play on another video. "And this? Proof of their extracurricular activities—on my bed, no less, while you were in prison."