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The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.
Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.
That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.
One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in
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a robe at 12am knocking on his door. “I’m lonely.” I replied. I traced a nail down his chest, feeling his breath hitch. Next thing I knew, I was pinned against his wall, his hands gripping my slim waist like he owned it. His mouth found my neck, trailing down, setting my skin on fire, giving me goosebumps. My robe slipped open, my pierced nipples hard under his hot breath.
“You been waiting for this, huh?” he whispered, his fingers sliding between her legs inside of my moist cunt. I moaned, grinding against his touch, my wedding ring catching the light as I pulled him closer. Jason didn’t hesitate—he had me bent over the kitchen counter, panties to the side, stretching me in ways her husband hadn’t in years. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, my moans muffled by his hand. The risk, the thrill—it made everything wetter, tighter. Jason was reckless, pounding me with a hunger that had me seeing stars.
And just when she thought I couldn’t take any more, my phone buzzed. It was Derrick. He sent a text, it read “Just landed. Be home soon.” My heart raced, but Jason just smirked. “You better clean up fast, Mrs. Carter,” he said, licking his lips. “Wouldn’t want your hubby smelling another man all over you.” I shivered, adjusting her robe, knowing damn well this wouldn’t be the last time.
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