My wife and I have been married for ten years. We have two beautiful daughters, and a wonderful life together. I love her, I said, stroking her hair. ‚But she loves you more. It’s written all over her face.‘
I felt her cheeks flush, and her eyes sparkle with joy. ‚I know,‘ she said breathlessly.‚I know she does.‘
I kissed her, and she responded by pulling me closer, and then nuzzling my neck. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and her nipples tightened into small pink buds. My hands traced the contours of her breasts, and then cupped her face as he did the same.Her eyes met mine, and her mouth opened. ‚I love you too, my love.‘
My wife is a beautiful woman. She has a petite" build, 5’4", but don’t let the size fool you. She packs a punch, and men find her attractive because of that. Even my daughters have been known to stop men in their tracks with their beauty.
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My wife is a goddess, and I’m lucky to have her.
‚Do you want me to stop?‘ I asked her gently.
’ No, go ahead. Make my dream come true. Let them take turns with me. I won’t stop you. Just be careful what you wish for, my love. You might get it.My wife is a wonderful mother. She spends hours with our daughters, teaching them everything they need to know about being girls. They are the center of her world, and she is the center’ of theirs. I see her with them, and it makes me wish I could experience that too. Being a father is wonderful, but I long for that mother-daughter bond.It’s something I’ve never experienced, and I’ve always wanted to.
I saw her eyes close briefly, and her mouth open again as she spoke to me in her sleep. I listened as her breathing became heavier, and her words more jumbled. She was talking to me, but I didn’t understand what she was saying.I could only hear her voice, and the sound of her breathing. I traced her breathing, and then I understood what she was trying to tell me her heart was in her mouth, and her mouth was moving without her knowing it. It was a beautiful thing to watch, and I did so every night. Her sleeping face was familiar, and comforting.I knew what she would look like when she woke up in the morning, and I could almost always tell what she had been dreaming about.
What do you want me to do, my love?’ I asked her gently the third time she spoke to me in her sleep. She opened her eyes, and smiled sleepily at me.‚I want you to make my dream come true, my love.‘
‚My love? You want me to join you in a gangbang?‘ Yes, my love. That is what I want. Please, do it for me. I beg you.’
I was shocked, but I knew deep down this was what I wanted.I’ve never asked her to do anything like this before, and I didn’t know if she would even want to do it. But I knew deep down this was what I wanted. So I said yes, my love. I will do it for you. I will give you what you want, whatever it is you want.Just please, my love, don’t stop me from doing what I want.
She closed her eyes, and her smile widened. ‚ThankI ran to my bedroom, and hid under the covers. My wife came running in, and I heard her open the front door. I heard the ding dong‘ of the doorbell, and almost jumped out of my bed when I heard my name. But I didn’t. I waited. And waited. Finally, I fell asleep again.I awoke again in the middle of the night, and sat up in bed. I heard my name again, and I sat up in bed I’m going to kill that bastard, my mind screamed. He woke me up in the middle of the night, and now he is going to pay for it.He is going to die young, or go to prison, or get his ass kicked, or die, or die, or die, or die, my mind chanted as I stared at the ceiling. I was ready to take on the world, and everything in it. I was ready to become a man again, and take back what was mine. My wife, and our daughters.I heard the front door open again, and shut softly. Then I heard the sounds of my daughters moving around in our house, and my wife s footsteps as she made her way to our room. She stopped at the door, and looked through the peephole. She saw me, and opened the door.‚What are you doing here, my love?‘ She asked me softly, and I felt my body melt into hers. I kissed her gently, Good night, my love. Sleep well.’ I whispered in her ear, and she wrapped her arms around me. I felt her breasts press against my chest, and her breath move between my lips and my neck.I kissed her gently, and then I felt her body move away from me. I heard the front door close, and the doorbell ring again. Emre, why are you still in bed on a Saturday morning?’ My wife asked me sweetly, and I felt tears in my eyes as I looked at her.She was wearing a nightshirt, and her hair was up. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I felt tears moving towards I lost my job, my car, you name it. I’m all yours, my love.’ She said it like a dare, and I felt like a sucker for falling for it. I felt used, and I hated it.I felt cheated, and I felt pain. I felt like I was a piece of shit, and I deserved it. I felt like I had been cheated on," and I felt the world stop for a second. Then I felt myself fall, and I landed with a thud on my back. I cried out in pain, and my wife laughed as she rolled over me.She pushed my shoulders back, and I felt my body being turned inside out. I felt the pain run through my veins, and I groaned as Fuck, this hurts, my love. Stop doing that to me. Stop making me feel like shit, and use my body how you want it. I can take it, my love. Just stop using my body as your play toy.I groaned, and tried to get up, but my legs wouldn’t co-operate with me. My back hurt, and my love handles’ hurt, and every part of me that was touched by my wife hurt. I was in so much pain, and it was her fault.She woke me up in the middle of the night, and now she is going to pay for it. I told her that, and she just laughed You are such a baby, my love. Get over yourself. Stop being so dramatic. It was a dream, and nothing happened. Now go back to sleep.Stop being so dramatic, my love. Get over yourself.Stop being so dramatic, my love. Get over yourself. Stop being so dramatic, my love. Get over yourself.Stop being so dramatic, my love.It was a dream, and nothing happened. Now go back to sleep.love.
I heard her move away from me, and then I heard nothing. I felt cold, and alone, and for some reason, I felt ashamed. I don’t know why. I mean, we have been together for ten years, and this is the first time she has ever done something like this.Maybe because I work all day long, and come home to her, only to be woken up in the middle of the night? Who knows? I need to see her, and talk to her. I need to know what is going on in her head. Why does she want to do this to me? What is she trying to prove? What am I trying to prove?Why did she choose this moment to wake me up? Was there any other choice? Did she think I wasn’t aware of what was happening? Or Did she think I would be okay with it? Or maybe she is sick, and needs help, and this is her way of asking for it? I need answers, and I need them now.
Emre, where are youuuu?! A muffled voice called out to me, and I sat up in bed, my back aching, sweat prickling my skin.The covers were thrown off quickly, exposing my bare torso. As soon as my feet hit the floor, I grabbed my phone, and started snapping pictures of my wife. I needed proof that she was cheating on me, and this was the only way I could see her doing it. My phone rang soon after, and I answered it without looking at the screen.
Hello?Yes, this is him… No, he didn’t kill himself… He’s fine! Thank God, thank you everyone who messaged me. Please stop asking me if I am okay. I am more than okay. Everything is fine. Okay, bye.
That was my wife, and I knew she was cheating on me.There was no doubt about it, even though everything seemed perfect between us. We fought sometimes, which made things complicated, but overall, our relationship was perfect. I never suspected her of cheating before, and I was shocked when she admitted it to me last month. I thought it was one-time thing, but she did it again, and again, and again.The guilt ate away at me each time, until finally, I couldn’t bear it anymore, and ended our relationship. But even though everything seemed perfect until it wasn’t, I still had a hard time seeing her with another man. It was like seeing your best friend with someone else.But once you saw them with somebody new, it became easier to accept it, until finally, you couldn’t deny it anymore. That was how I felt about my wife, and I knew she felt the same about me. It was a bond that could never be broken, even if she slept with someone else.I took a shower, and when I came out, I made a decision.One final time, I decided to give her whatever she wanted, hoping it might make her change her mind about having sex with others. She loved control over me, and I let her have it, as long as she stopped using my body as a play toy.She agreed to stop immediately, and said she wanted to try something different.We decided to watch a movie while I fell asleep on the couch, and Sleeping with the Enemy" was playing on the TV when I shut my eyes. The title fit my wife perfectly, as she was the enemy, and I was the one sleeping with her.After giving her everything she asked for during our’relationship’, I gave myself permission to fall asleep while watching her get rammed down onto a table full of pillows. I was tired, and my body needed rest before I could take on another day.So instead of fighting with her over every little thing, I gave into her demands, knowing they weren’t really mine anyway. And by giving into her demands, I mean forcing myself to stay awake so I could see what she was up to.Chapter 2
I awoke with a start, my body feeling stiff, my back aching, and my head pounding. I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my legs protesting the movement, and my head trying to clear my mind after the pounding I took the night before.Everything seemed blurry, until I forced my eyes to focus, and what do you know?My wife was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her legs spread out wide, and a smile on her face.I walked over and sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine. She stroked my hand, and smiled at me once my fingers curled around hers. „How did you sleep?“ I asked her. „Did the drugs work?Are you okay?“
„I’m fine,“ she said, touching my arm. "You should go back to sleep. You’re not ready yet ". I pulled away from her touch, and stood up, ready to face the day. „I need to see my lawyer today, and I need to pick up my kids.Other than that, I’m good.“ She nodded, and I kissed her hand, and took my seat back down.
„How do you feel ?“ I asked her. „After everything you put me through, do you feel satisfied?“ Her eyes bugged out of her head, and she swallowed hard, her Adam’s apple working above the collar of her shirt. "Satisfied?S-s-s-s…"she stammered, unable to finish her sentence.„Tell me yes or no, Haley,“ I prodd her. „I need to know if I can walk away from this without a fight.“
„Can you walk away from this without a fight?“ she asked me in return.Then why are you sitting here looking guilty? If you think we’ve been together ten years because of some drug deal, then just leave now.
I felt guilty because I knew deep down our relationship was based on more than just that. But at the same time, I knew if I said it, she would leave, and I would be left alone.So instead, all I said was, „Yes“. Even though inside, I was dying, wanting desperately to tell her how much she meant to me how much I loved her’however, I knew if I did, she would leave, and I would be left without her.So instead, all I kept saying was ‚yes‘.Yes, we were connected. Yes, I loved her. No, there isn’t anything wrong with us. Everything is fine. I can see myself out now. „Yes, I can walk away from this without a fight.“
Haley looked at me, her eyes pleading with me to stay, but I knew she had to leave.There wasn’t anything between us worth saving. We were two people who used each other for pleasure only. Our love was built upon lies, and eventuallyThat wasn’t her style. Instead, she waited patiently for me to come to terms with reality, like always. Sooner or later, I’dSo even though part of me screamed to hold her close, kiss her tenderly, maybe steal a few kisses herself…even though those thoughts made me feel guilty, I stayed silent, watching her sleep, wishing I could do the same.Her beautiful brown skin shimmered under the soft light of the moonlight, reflecting the stars which twinkled behind her eyelids. It made her look like she was made of crystal, and I wondered if that was what she was in reality. Crystalline. So beautiful. So innocent. So…my wife.When will your world stop spinning? When will you finally realize that nothing ever lasts forever? That sooner or later, everyone has to pay their dues whether it be in this life or the next?
„Stop thinking about it, and just do it,“ I told myself. „It might be the last time you get to do something like this.Make sure you enjoy yourself while you still have the chance.“ With that thought firmly planted in my brain, I turned off the lights, locked the door and stripped off my clothes. I threw my clothes on the floor, and jumped into bed, snuggling under the covers. I closed my eyes, and within seconds, I was asleep.The following morning, when I woke again, I didn’t have any recollection of what happened during the night. What little memory I had came rushing back as if I was watching a movie. I remember everything about the night before, but nothing after I fell asleep. It was as if my body shut down once I passed out.As strange as it may seem, when one person dies, another takes his place. Not literally, obviously; otherwise, twins wouldn’t exist. What I mean is, one person dies, and another steps into his or her shoes. It happens all the time, and nobody notices. They live their lives blissfully ignorant of the fact that there are two of them, one inside and one outside.One soul, two bodies. I watched a show once where they did an autopsy on a person who had been murdered, and inside, they found two one for each of the victims. That was when I realized this was normal, and not some demonic possession or possession by two spirits, which I had once thought. They were one and the same person, just split into two parts.There was no such thing as a twin, or even a clone. It was one person, just two parts. So when one part died, the other part took its place. That was what happened to my wife. She was one person, and then she was two parts. Now, she is one person again. But what will happen to her? Where will she go?Will she ever be whole again?
Will she be free? Or will she be trapped inside of me?
I don’t know.
But I do know that she needs to be free. She needs to be able to live her own life, not tied to mine. I was beginning to see her as a possession, not a person. A body, not a soul. And that was wrong.She was a person, and I needed to see her as such again.
So very wrong. I needed to see her as more than that, and I needed to see myself as more than that. I needed to see us as more than that.I needed to see her as my wife again. The wife I married ten years ago, not the one I was married to when I fell asleep last night. The wife I loved, even if I didn’t know her that well. The wife I wanted to be with, even if I had to chase her across the country to get her to come with me.The wife I was going to have, even if it took ten years.
„Why do you need to see her as more than that?“ you ask. Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I never did before, but now I feel the need to see her as more than that.I need to see her as my wife again.
Although we weren’t legally husband and wife yet, I felt like she was my wife already. We lived together, we slept together, we fought together, and most importantly, we fucked together.I felt like we were already married, even though we weren’t legally so. I guess that makes us…husband and wife-to-be. That sounds so formal. I hate when people say that. It makes me feel like I have to go through a ceremony to become a real husband and a real wife.I’m not against marriage, but I don’t want a wedding. I don’t want a ring. I don’t want a fucking commitment. I M COMMITTED TO FUCKING HER, THAT’S ALL I NEED.I’M COMMITTED TO FUCKING HER, AND THAT’S ALL SHE NEEDS FROM ME.
We were husband and wife-to be, and I was going to fuck her so hard that we were going to be husband and wife-real soon. It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do about it.„Are you going to fuck her tonight?“ my best friend asks me. He doesn’t know about last night, and I don’t plan on telling him about it. Tonight, I am going to fuck my wife, and she is going to love it. Tonight, I am going to prove to her that I love her, even if I can’t commit to her forever.Tonight, I am going to give her what she wants, even if it means giving her what I want. Tonight, I am going to be a real husband, even if I can’t be a real father just yet. Tonight, I am going to make her feel special, even if she feels like shit right now.Tonight, I am going to give her what she wants, even if I don’t want it myself. Tonight, I am going to give her what s best for us, even if that means giving her what another man wants-me.Tonight, I am going to prove to her that I love her, even if I can’t love her the way she wants me to. Tonight, I whisper to her, stroking her hair as I kiss her on the forehead, „I promise I will do everything in my power to make you feel special, even if that means giving another man what he wants from me.I will do anything to make you feel good, my love.“
„Anything?“ she teases back, playing with my hair as she kisses me I love you, my love," I say, leaning into her kiss, savouring it as my wife returns it ten-fold. „Anything at all?Even if it’s something I don’t want?“
„Anything at all.“ Her answer surprises me, because I know she has been thinking about it for a while. I had been thinking about it, but I never said it. I never would have said it, because I was scared she would leave me if I did. „Good. Because I want you to have a gangbang.I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I think it’s finally time.“
„A gangbang?“ I ask her, shocked She nods, and I can see her nipples through her shirt. „When has that ever happened in our marriage?“
„Never. But I think it should happen now, before someone else takes you away from me.Before someone else makes you their wife, and I their husband.“ She teases me, and I can see her panties are damp through her skirt. You have been thinking about it, and I have been thinking about it, and now we are going to do it. Tonight is the night, and whatever happens, happens between us.I won’t let anyone else take you from me, and you won’t let anyone else take you from me, because tonight, we are going to fuck each other’s brains out, and in the morning, we are going to wake up as husband and wife, even if we aren’t legally so.I can see it now, us waking up together, both of us in our wedding dresses, smiling at each other, and saying our vows-husband and wife’ again. „I do.I do. I do.“
„Now, my love,“ I say, pulling her close to me, „let’s not make a scene. I nuzzle her neck, and she smells like vanilla and honey, just like she does every morning. „If we are going to do this, we have to do it right. No one else is going to do it for us. I nuzzle her neck, and she smells like vanilla and honey, just like she does every morning. „If we are going to do this, we have to do it right. No one else is going to do it for us.Tonight, I am going to fuck you so hard that you will feel it, and in the morning, we are going to do it again, and again, and again, until you can cum no more than I can cum, and then we are going to do it one more time just for good measure.Do you understand?“
„Yes sir,“ she replies, kissing my cheek in response. Now or Never, my Love,’ I tell her. ’ Now or never, my love. Tonight, I will prove to you that I love you, even if I can’t love you the way you want me to.Tomorrow, we will talk about it some more, maybe go shopping for new lingerie, and by tomorrow evening, we might decide to do it for real. Tonight, I am going to play with you, and see if I can get you to cum, and if I can, maybe we will do it for real, and I will become your husband, and you my wife.„Mmmmhmmmm…“ she purrs against my mouth, taking my tongue captive along with hers, and when she gets tired of fighting me she surrenders to my kiss, opening her mouth to my tongue, and letting it explore her mouth as I explore her body with my fingers, and then my mouth, and then my tongue once again.My hand travels down under her long dress, feeling the warmth of her skin as I run my finger along her belly button till I reach her panties. „My beautiful bride,“ I say against her lips, trailing down her jawline, and sucking gently on her pert little tits, which push against my chest as I do so, „I want to feel you in my mouth, my love.“ „Oh, baby,“ she moans, feeling my tongue tickle the inside of her mouth, „feels so good.So fucking good.“ My thumb reaches the top of her thigh where her panties meet her leg, and I pull them off gently, enjoying the softness Suck them harder, please!“ So, I suck them hard, and they pop free of her cunt, landing on my awaiting tongue, where they r quickly sucked clean.Then I trail kisses down her torso, paying special attention to those gorgeous breasts, suckling first one nipple, and then the other, flicking my As soon as they land there, I trail kisses all over her face, leaving behind a wet spot wherever my mouth touches her sweet face. Then I stop, look up at her, and say, „You are my beautiful bride, and I love you.Do you trust me? Can you give yourself over completely to me?“„Completely, yes…yes…sir.“„Good girl.“ As soon Tomorrow, we shall discuss how we are going to fulfill our promises made today.“
"Promises? What promisesssss were made today ? ?as she says that word, I place my left hand around her throat, and using only my index finger, guide her head towards mine while simultaneously moving my hips so that we can fuck properly.