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"Is this a joke to you, Chase?" Giselle screamed, clutching the white shirt like a weapon. "I bought this shirt for you! I spent months saving up and picking out the right fabric because I knew you liked the breathability of that cloth. And you wore it to go sleep with another woman? Another woman!!" Chase didn't even look up from his phone. "It’s a shirt, Giselle. Don't be so dramatic. It's not like the fabric is sacred." "You are so unbelievable!" she shrieked, throwing the crumpled cloth at his chest. "You wore something I gave you out of love to go screw someone else? Do you have any idea how sick that is? How twisted you have to be to do that?" Chase caught the shirt and dropped it to the floor with a sneer. "Love? Is that what you call it? You thought if you bought me these cheap things, I’d forget how boring you are. Newsflash: it didn't work." "I was your wife! I cared for you!" "You were just a placeholder," Chase snapped, stepping toward her, his eyes piercing into he

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Giselle’s eyes were swollen, her throat dried from hours of crying. The walls of the bedroom felt like they were closing in, Chase’s lingering scent made her weak and sick to her stomach in a way. She needed fresh air. She stepped out of the room and into the hallway, her footsteps silent as she walked. She didn’t expect anyone to be there. But as she turned the corner toward the staircase, a shadow moved. Richard was leaning against the railing. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white sleeves were rolled up, revealing muscular forearms, and his tucked in white shirt freed. But there was something about his tardiness that Giselle liked, perhaps it was the way it made him less intimidating, more like the man who had pulled her into his bed several nights ago. "Going somewhere?" Richard asked gently, his voice was a low vibration in the quiet hall. Giselle jumped, clutching her chest. "Just the garden. I am going to get fresh air." "Understandable, you could use

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Giselle slipped into the room, her heart pounding as she twisted the lock with a soft click. The door safely sealed her away from the emotional chaos outside, and she leaned against it, breathing hard. Richard's words echoed in her mind, especially when he said: 'Do what makes you happy, Giselle.' Nor was it that moment in the garden, his voice low and assuringly, when he told her: 'Call me Daddy.' Heat flushed her cheeks just thinking about it. She crossed to the full-length mirror, fingers trembling as she peeled off her clothes, letting it drop. 'I'm done waiting for permission to be happy,' she whispered to her reflection. 'Tonight, I make myself happy.' Her bra followed, then her lace panties, until she stood bare, skin prickling in the warm air. She closed her eyes, hands gliding up her sides, cupping her breasts. '... Daddy,' she murmured, thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened. In her mind, he materialized behind her, his massive frame pressing close, hi

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'Oh god, Daddy, yes! I'm cumming!' she wailed aloud, her real fingers a blur now, thrusting deep and fast. Her body arched in the tub, waves of pleasure ripping through her, pussy squirting into the warm water. But the fantasy overwhelmed her in a way that it didn't stop. She didn’t want it to either.Richard bent her over the tub edge, pounding her ass cheeks with his strong hips, balls slapping her clit. 'Take it all, baby. Daddy's owning this pussy.' She pushed back, tilting her head left and right side, craving more, her second orgasm building on the first. 'Fuck my pussy harder! Daddy please!! Please Daddy Make me yours!' Tears of sweet pain traced down her face, she broke into sobs as the ministrations continued.She was crying because this forbidden desires made her feel all the right emotions, something she wanted from her husband so badly but couldn’t get.He growled, his thrusts got brutal, until he buried deep, hot cum flooding her, triggering her final peak. Tears no

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'Yeah? But you still want this asshole's dick, don't you?' He pressed closer, his erection brushing her thigh through the robe, hot and insistent. 'Say it. Tell me how bad you crave me touching that wet pussy I know you like the way I play with it, tell me.' She shoved at his chest, but weakly, fingers lingering on his pecs. 'Get away from me.” She whimpered. Trying so hard to resist him because she knew he was teasing her and trying to see if she still got it in her to helplessly beg him for his sexual attention. But to her surprise, in that moment instead of thinking of him when he drew close enough, she was thinking of someone else. Someone who actually cared. Richard's face flashed in her mind, but Chase's body was right here, demanding her to give in so he can mock her for lack of restraint. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, pinning it above her head against the wall. 'Tell me you want me to fuck your tasteless pussy. Tell me how much you miss me twisting you up and fu

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Giselle stirred awake, the sheets tangled around her legs, a deep, satisfied ache pulsing between her thighs. For the first time in months, she'd slept like a baby, no nightmares or endless arguments. Clothes littered the floor—her robe, his boxers, a trail leading to the bathroom where the shower still ran. She wondered when he came back into the room last night as she stretched, arms overhead, back arching as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body remembering Chase's rough thrusts from last night. But then the buzzing started. His phone on the nightstand vibrated relentlessly, lighting up with notifications.She reached over, snatching it up, thumb swiping the screen. Texts from 'Monica' flooded in, each one dirtier than the last. 'Baby, I'm so sorry I snapped. Let me make it up to you—I'll suck your dick until you forget my name.' Another: 'Waiting to ride you reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing on that big dick. Forgive me?' Then: 'Pussy's wet just thinking of you pinning me do

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'Fuck you,' she hissed, but her hips bucked up instinctively, nipples hardening under his gaze. 'The only reason I am still drawn to you is because you were my first! The moment this whole divorce is over I will find a better man to replace you”“You wish! Nobody would settle for a washed up cum rag like you” he teased her.“Go to her then. Let her spread her legs for you in the driveway. But don't come crawling back when she doesn't make you feel like—''Like what? Like the dirty little mistake you are?' Chase released her wrists, but only to trail a hand down her body, cupping her breast, thumb flicking the nipple. 'Monica's easy. See how she is begging? Thats to show you I am in charge. I control these bitches and not the other way round, even after we divorce, if I want your pussy, I will get it whether you like it or not. But you? Fighting me one second, then moaning for my cock the next. You are nothing for me.'Giselle prayed to not gash his face with the table lamp. Instead, s

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Giselle slipped out of the room, the door softly clicking shut behind her. The hallway was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows. She smoothed her clothes as she walked, still feeling the Chase's cologne on her despite how much perfume she sprayed on herself, when she spotted Amelia rounding the corner, balancing a silver tray with a steaming mug of coffee."Amelia," Giselle called, voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Who’s that for?"Amelia smiled warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Giselle. Mr. Richard requested it. Black, no sugar, just how he likes it.""Where is he?" Giselle asked, stepping closer, eyes on the tray."In his room, ma’am. Said he’d be down soon."Giselle nodded, reaching for the tray. "I’ll take it to him. You go ahead and start on breakfast. Make it something hearty—eggs, bacon, the works."Amelia hesitated for a split second but handed over the tray. "Of course. I’ll get right on it." She turned and headed downstairs, leaving Giselle alone with the co

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Richard’s face paled, then flushed, his massive frame tensing. "Jesus Christ. It was you? I knew I’d seen you somewhere—your eyes, that fire. But... under my roof as my son’s wife?" "Yes," she said, voice laced with indifference. "You’ve seen me, touched me, been inside me. Very very deep inside me, Daddy—stretching me until I couldn’t take it no more. And I want you inside me again. Right now. Please Daddy." She lunged forward, kissing him fiercely, small tongue darting against his lips, hands tugging at his robe. The belt loosened, fabric parting to reveal more of his chiseled abs, the trail of hair leading to that enormous bulge pressing insistently against her stomach. He caught her wrists mid-pull, holding her at bay, trying to stabilize himself as his breath dragged. "Stop. Giselle, stop this." "Why?" she demanded, eyes blazing, body arching toward him despite his grip. "Don’t you want me anymore? Feel how hard you’re getting—your cock’s throbbing for me already." "I

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"Why not?" she pressed, dropping her shirt again, standing bold with her perky breasts hanging untouched. "Chase doesn’t deserve me. He’s out there with his mistress right now, probably fucking her senseless. But you... you made me feel alive, like a proper woman, made me feel desired. Why dont you just let me drop to my knees and worship you, taste you through those briefs. I bet you’re leaking pre-cum just thinking about my body." Richard’s jaw clenched, a low groan escaping his lips. "Christ, woman. Yeah, I’m hard as rock, happy now? your words alone have me throbbing. If you weren’t family... I’d have you gagging on my dick, tears streaming as you take it deep. But you are. Chase is my blood. It is forbidden." "The forbidden never felt this good," she whispered, edging closer, her hand brushing his robe’s edge. "Imagine it—your son’s wife, swallowing your load while he’s clueless self is fucking around. I’d swirl my tongue around your thick head, suck until you bless and fu

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