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He slaps it on his face. "His wife, Mrs. Madeline Davis, reported against him for domestic violence with all proofs. He is sentenced to 3 years in jail and a penalty. If he wants, he can ask for a lawyer in the locker. Right now, we have to take him." The hands that were shaking to hold her, brush her hair, feel her soft skin and lovingly feed her favorite food, were now bound by cuffs. There was no remorse or concern in her merciless eyes towards the numb body of her husband staring at her with tearing eyes.

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"Maybe he is. They both had sex on our matrimonial bed. I got so mad hearing her moan under my husband. It then dawned on me that he wasn't going to send me away instead he wanted me run away myself" "I can't believe that's the same Xander in our sitting room" "Me too" "I disrupted the sex they were having and I ended up chasing the girl out and also got myself beaten" "I did what Darrell asked me to do, try being a better wife to him. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, washed the dishes, cooked his food and I also prayed" "Didn't you guys have a maid or something? It must have been really stressful" I chuckled, "A maid? no one wanted to live in the same house with him not even a maid"

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

] I wanted nothing to do with the sister and wife who betrayed me anymore. Jason deliberately opened the bedroom door, showing off the hickeys that covered his skin. The wedding suite I had carefully prepared had already been turned into a wreck. Used condoms were scattered all over the floor. The bedsheets were crumpled and stained, and the air was thick with a foul, musky odor. Jason looked at me provocatively. “Shawn, the wedding bed you prepared is really comfortable. “Chloe and I just unlocked ninety-nine different positions. She was screaming so loud the roof almost came off!”

On the screen in front of me was a live feed of Sebastian thrusting hard into Kylie in yet another hotel room, groaning her name. The affair had never stopped. He had just gotten better at hiding it. While, I was already mapping out the next accidental scenario to catch them again. And the third time wouldn't be far off. Until, I become the doormat wife, who believes his lies, stays, and gets manipulated over and over again. I took a slow sip of wine, a cold smile playing on my lips. I picked up my phone and made a call. “Start buying shares of Xavier Global Enterprises,” I ordered. “Queitly. Aggressively. Use the offshore accounts.”

“Stop being such a prude, James. Lucien Delano went on his usual sexual rampages; all the things he did before you came into his life and he stopped all those orgies for good,’ she snapped, earning herself a look of anger from Schwartz. ‘Can I get on with it?’ said Schwartz coldly. She gave him a look and turned her face to the window. ‘Well… he and Shark…’ he began again but Aiyana rose to her feet and began to pace. She stopped before me, her black eyes penetrating as she said, ‘Proserpina, Shark supplied the women. You know of course, that he had a handful of whores he used exclusively for himself and the Boss.’ Her voice was mocking as she said it. “Our man here was not so much into orgi

Watched him fuck me in the mirror: the flex of his back, the way my pussy stretched around him, the obscene wet sounds every time he bottomed out. He set a punishing rhythm, one hand around my throat, the other pinning my bound wrists. “Tell me whose wife you are tonight.” “Yours,” I gasped. “I’m your wife.” He growled, slammed deeper. “Louder.” “I’m Mrs. fucking Whitlock and I want my husband to breed me.” That did it. He snarled, shoved my knees higher, and pounded so hard the headboard cracked against the wall. I came twice more before he buried himself deep and pulsed inside me, hot and endless, claiming.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at me. I continued, my tone flat and unwavering. "She committed adultery during our marriage. She engaged in improper relations with a man of questionable background. That was how she contracted these diseases. Even if she claims she was unaware of his condition, that does not make her an innocent victim." I paused. Then I took out a printed report from my briefcase and held it up to the cameras. "This is my own medical report from an authorized institution. Fortunately, as her spouse, I have not been infected. Falsifying official medical documents is a crime. So you may trust this report completely."

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”