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She screams, her hands exploring my wet skin. Fulled by her words, I jab into her with great vigour, pinning her hands on the wall, my mouth sucking her wet nipples. She grabs my drenched hair, urging me further into her. Fuck! I just don’t want to stop. This woman has been making me go crazy since day one. And now that she’s my forever wife, there’s no holding back anymore. I carry her to the bathroom countertop by holding her buttocks, still keeping her inside me.

Big fingers tighten on my hips and that’s the only warning I get before he impales me once more, filling me more than I think I can manage. “You just can’t help it, can you?” His wife sounds almost breathless, her nipples growing hard and prominent, almost visible through the soft material of her gown. “You’re an animal.” She can try to hide it all she wants but her body has betrayed her. She’s turned on from watching her husband fuck another woman. This is turning her on. “Ah, I can almost smell your arousal from here,” Mr Walter gloats. “You love seeing me fuck another woman so much? All you have to do is say so and I’ll give you a fucking show, sweetheart.”

I dragged my tongue up the column of her throat once more, slow, tasting the frantic beat of her pulse. “Stop pretending you want me to,” I whispered against her skin. My free hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers brushing the lace edge of her panties, wet. I pressed two fingers against the soaked fabric, right over her clit, and rubbed a tight, cruel circle. Her hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing the pressure even as she whimpered, “Don’t…” “Don’t what?” I mocked softly, circling again, harder. “Don’t make you wet? Too late, little wife. You’re already dripping for the woman who’s been stealing your husband’s cock.”

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.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Fresh wetness leaks from my pussy, mixing with the dried mess already there. “Victor…” I whimper, pushing my ass back against his thick cock. He chuckles darkly and rocks his hips, sliding that heavy shaft between my cheeks, the head bumping my soaked entrance with every slow glide. “Still so fucking wet for me. Even after I filled this married cunt three times last night. Feel that?” He dips two thick fingers between my folds, pushing inside easily, stirring the leftover cum still deep in my pussy. The wet, filthy squelch is obscene. “My son’s wife is waking up with her father-in-law’s load still inside her.”

“Look at what your wife needs, baby.” I parted my slick folds with two fingers, showing the camera how wet and pink I was. A needy moan slipped out as I circled my swollen clit, slow and teasing at first. My hips rocked gently, chasing the friction. “It’s been so long… I’m always so fucking wet for you.”

The first brush of his warm fingers against my slick folds drags a gasp from my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut, mortified and aching all at once. His thumb slides slowly along my soaked slit, parting me with care. A low, sinful rumble vibrates from deep in his chest like he's savoring how wet I am for him. My toes curl hard against the floor. Every nerve ending in my body is buzzing with currents. "What is this, wife?" he whispers against my ear, his voice infuriatingly smug. His thumb circles my swollen clit twice before sliding back down. "You're wetter than the ocean. Care to explain that?"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.