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"It's true that I don't have much. But for these two things, you can take it if you dare." Nicole sarcastically said, "Being able to depend on others is also an ability. I guess you don't even have that ability. Do you only know how to be unreasonable like your wife?" Those words came one after another. Damien was speechless at Nicole's sarcasm. "What a great show, Nicole. I can't fight you now, but you better remember this, good tunes come from an old fiddle. It won't be good for you once you offend me." Damien gave Nicole a death stare. His gaze was like a wolf's scowl.

She wants to bawl at him because of her frustration, "What are you talking about? Do what?" she asked. A smile forms on her husband's lips while slowly walking closer to her. "Sex! Sex Jewel, Is that how it affects you? Let me ask you this. Since we were married one year ago and we didn't do it. Do you want to try it with me?" without any hesitation, she slapped Thunder's face as she felt like her whole system shaved in exasperation. "What do you think of me? A slut, a bed warmer like those women you always brought? I'm your wife!" I vociferously said.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

“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

The other man accessed Noah wordlessly, and then turned his head to the large window. "Why in my office too? I am sorry but you have to leave this time." Noah bent down to scan through the pictures and random things that he had happened to do in the past. "I am not pleased with you. The sight of you at this moment fills me with anger." Me Fursbrough shook his head. "And that is supposed to affect me how? It is not like you're the one in my office at this moment." Noah raised a sarcastic brow. "A real man does not cheat on his wife. And not especially when she's one like the one you've got."

An hour before the day ends Andrew leaves and I exhale a sigh of relief. Walking around the office again, I overhear a conversation between Becca and another female accountant. “I can’t believe the CEE was here today.” The accountant, Vicky, says. “He never comes here. I have only seen him twice, and I’ve worked here for five years. Both times were walking into the building, he has never come to accounting.” “He’s so handsome,” Becca says. I smile, my husband is handsome. “You don’t want anything to do with him. Rumor mill says he is married, but he cheats on his wife constantly. She’s so humiliated, she never leaves their house.” Vicky replies.

"Aren't we a pair that would beat a full house!" "A nympho wife and a cuckold hubby," he replied with a little laugh. "It's a good pairing." "I wouldn't call you a cuckold hubby," she said. "To me, that's some wimpy guy who can't satisfy his wife and who's forced to accept that she likes fucking other men. You're certainly no wimp and you sure as hell satisfy me, and it sounds like you'd be okay with me fucking around." She looked over at the bulge in his pants, and added, "Not just okay, but the thought actually turns on. I'd call you a hot, kinky, perverted hubby, but not a cuckold-hubby. Which makes me the luckiest fucking slut wife around!"

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

I never thought I’d be here, kneeling on the floor, my wife’s legs spread wide, and our friend Matthew’s thick, veiny cock buried deep inside her. But here I was. Watching. Fucking watching. My cock twitched in my hand, useless and small, as Sam moaned, her head thrown back, her nails digging into Matthew’s biceps. She wasn’t my wife anymore—not in this moment. She was his. His to fuck. His to own. And I was just the cuckold, the pathetic spectator to their raw, filthy passion.