My Steamy Story: Wife's Son who's in love with New Girl d...

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Okay, bestie, buckle the fuck up because this tea is scalding. So, my childhood sweetheart, my husband’s son, let’s call him Jake… we had that whole unspoken, mutual pining thing. His mom, my now-husband’s wife, used to joke I was her “future daughter-in-law.” Iconic, right? But I scummed. I saw the stability, the power, and I fell for my husband instead. Jake was devastated, and honestly? So was I, a little. But I chose my man.

Fast forward to now. The revenge arc is real. Jake found out, and he’s… different. At one of my husband’s private parties, he cornered me. “You think you can just move on to my father?” he growled, his hands already rough on my hips. I didn’t stop him. I let him push me against the wall, hike up my dress, and just take me. No lube, nothing. His dick felt huge and angry, stretching my pussy with every punishing thrust. He slapped my face with each drive inside me, the sting mixing with the burn between my legs. “This is for him,” he’d grunt, and I just took it, tears in my eyes, my moans choked. It was my penance.

Now? My belly’s round with my husband’s baby, my tits are full and leaking, and he fucks me so tenderly every night, whispering how much he loves me. But I still see Jake. He uses his mom now, the way he wanted to use me. She’s always naked, her belly swollen too, milk dripping. She begs for it, for the slaps and the rough sex, telling him to forget me. The irony? My husband married me when I was 18, just like he did her. And her sole purpose now? To be the dairy cow for both households, getting fucked raw to keep the milk flowing. We both got our happy endings, I guess. Mine is love. Hers is… just being used. And she’s high-key addicted to it. Period.