Chapter 1: The Confession That Broke Me Open
I’m standing in our pristine, white-marble kitchen, the kind that screams money and class, my hands trembling as I grip the edge of the counter. My husband, David, is sitting at the breakfast nook, sipping his fucking black coffee like he doesn’t have a clue what’s coming. I’m dressed in a silk robe, conservative as hell, my hair pinned up like I’m about to host a goddamn charity gala. But underneath? My thighs are slick with cum, dripping down from last night’s debauchery, pooling on the floor like a filthy secret. My holes are still gaping, aching from being stretched beyond reason, and I can barely walk straight. I’m a mess, a high-class whore hiding behind Chanel and pearls, and I fucking love it.
‘David, baby, I’ve gotta tell you something,’ I start, my voice cracking like I’m about to cry. I force the tears, let them stream down my face, because I know how to play this game. ‘I’m so sorry, honey. I—I fucked up. I got fucked, David. I got fucked so hard by so many cocks, I can’t even count them. My pussy, my ass, they’re ruined, gaped wide open. I’m so sorry!’ I sob, dropping to my knees dramatically, but inside, I’m laughing. I’m fucking reveling in it. I can still feel those three dicks tearing into my asshole at once, the whole damn city lining up to pound me raw after I gave birth, my body still tender but craving every brutal thrust.
David looks at me, his jaw tight, eyes narrowing. ‘What the fuck, Margaret? You’re crying, but I don’t buy this shit. You’re telling me you’re sorry, but your nipples are hard as fuck through that robe. You’re dripping on my goddamn floor!’
I smirk through my fake tears, wiping my face with the back of my hand. ‘Oh, baby, you see right through me, don’t you? Yeah, I’m fucking horny just thinking about it. My cunt’s still wet, David, dripping with their cum. I made them all whores, just like me. I had a whole fucking hand and a head shoved up my pussy last night, and I screamed for more. I’m a sick bitch, aren’t I? But you love this high-class slut, don’t you?’ I crawl toward him on my knees, my robe slipping open, showing off my swollen tits, leaking breast milk from the rough handling they got.
He leans back, crossing his arms, but I see the bulge in his pants. ‘You’re disgusting, Margaret. You’re telling me you made everyone drink your filthy squirt? That you mixed it with your milk and fed it to them like some fucked-up goddess?’
‘Hell yes, I did,’ I purr, licking my lips as I reach for his zipper. ‘I made them suck up every drop of cum that spilled from me, too. I’m a walking fucking mess, David, and I want you to taste it. I want you to see how much I don’t mean this apology. I’m begging you to forgive me, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. Fuck, I’m sweating just thinking about it, panting for more.’ I yank his cock out, hard and throbbing, and I can’t help but grin. ‘Look at you, getting off on your wife being the dirtiest whore in town. You wanna hear how I made our daughter’s panties wet just by telling her what I did? How I’m turning everyone into sluts under this perfect little facade?’
He groans, gripping my hair, but I’m in control here. I’m always in fucking control, even when I’m crying and screaming for mercy I don’t want. ‘You’re a monster, Margaret,’ he growls, but his hips buck toward my mouth. ‘A fucking depraved queen.’
‘Damn right I am,’ I hiss, my tongue flicking over his tip as I stare up at him with wicked eyes. ‘Now shut up and let me show you how a real slut gives a blowjob. I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you’ll forget I ever said sorry.’ My lips wrap around him, and I’m already planning the next filthy game, the next way to break every fucking rule while keeping my crown as the untouchable, elegant wife. Let the city come for me again—I’m ready to be torn apart, dripping and screaming, all over again.
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