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

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Okay, so, bestie, let me spill the tea on this whole messy, spicy AF situation. IYKYK, my heart was always low-key screaming for my childhood bestie, the wife's son. The vibes were there, the unspoken thing was so real—his mom, the wife, would literally call me her "future daughter-in-law" like it was nothing. But I was a simp for stability, I guess, and I totally scummed to the love of his dad, my now-husband. Big yikes for the son, I know. He was shook, and honestly? I get it.

Cut to now. I’m showing, belly all round, tits leaking, and my husband is worshiping my body like I’m the GOAT. He’s inside me, his dick hitting that spot that makes me see stars, and he’s whispering how much he loves me, how beautiful I am carrying his baby. I’m moaning, “Yes, right there, oh god,” arching into him, my pussy clenching around his cock with every sweet, deep thrust. This is my happy ending, period.

But then… the door to the room we’re in is open, part of the whole… arrangement. And I can see into the other room. The wife is there, also pregnant, tits bouncing, getting railed from behind by her son—my ex-crush. And it’s not loving. It’s rough, abusive. With every slam of his hips, he’s slapping her face, hard. Smack. Thrust. Smack. And she’s taking it, her eyes glazed over, addicted. She’s his personal fuck-toy now, a milk cow, her purpose just to get used and make more milk. She catches my eye over his shoulder and there’s this… irony. We’re both knocked up, both lactating, both getting fucked. But I’m with the man I love, coming apart gently, while she’s getting her pussy pounded and her face stung by the boy whose heart I broke. She’s his revenge, and I let it happen. Every time. It’s my atonement. My husband hates it, would stop it if I asked, but I don’t. Because as my climax tears through me, my husband’s name on my lips, I know I chose right. And she… she just exists to be used.