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"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

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Nathan explained, placing his hands on the desk. “Is she prettier than me? Is she bustier than me? Does she moan to your satisfaction the way I do? Can she suck better me? I’m pretty sure her pussy isn’t as tight as mine.” Stella began to yell at him. “ Just shut it. Don’t you dare talk about my wife that way. I suggest you start treating me with respect if you love your job so much. God, your boobs are literally fighting to spill out of your shirt. Dress like a secretary not a fucking slut when you come to work. Don’t provoke me because you have every idea what I am capable of.” Nathan concluded with a death look.

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The threesome between Pathy, Stefan, and Alex grew stronger every day, turning into an addictive obsession of raw, limitless fucking, with daily encounters that left bodies marked, holes sore, and minds overflowing with dirty lust. After the first sharing session in Stefan’s apartment, where Pathy had been double-penetrated until she came screaming, they couldn’t stop: they fucked in the car, in dark alleys, in bar bathrooms, always with thick cocks wrecking hungry holes, cum dripping everywhere. Pathy, once an unsatisfied wife, was now an insatiable slut, pushing her husband Marcos further aside, inventing excuses to disappear at night and return with a swollen pussy and an asshole throbbin

"But I might find it a wee bit disconcerting licking the cunt of my slave's ex-wife. Plus, you don't have a slave of your own, in fact, rejecting the one you had, while Shasta has no problem owning a slave. It makes her more intriguing as a cunt licking choice, dear. It's why I want to know her story. She's a much more interesting person." Which almost shut Regina up. Not that Sarah was snotty about it, merely stating facts as she knew them. Almost. "Does Shasta have a faggoty slave too, likes to take it in the ass or suck dick?" "As far as I can tell," Shasta said, "Sean doesn't have a faggoty ass bone in is body. He keeping two women satisfied, just fine." "Really," Sarah said. "Who else?"

A sense of unease crept through me, and I heard the repulsive voice of an unfamiliar man asking me, "Did you enjoy yourself?" At that very moment, I felt as if my blood had gone cold. It was as if I had plunged into an icy abyss. A man I didn't know was lying in bed beside me. It wasn't my husband. I'd been raped. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to explain that I had no idea who the man was and that he had forced himself onto me, no one believed me. A multitude of evidence appeared out of nowhere to make it seem like I had been cheating on Andrew with this man for a while now.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "