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<div class="subtitle">This is the story of how my wife, the woman i loved more than anything, betrayed me with my own nephew.</div>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P1')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">My name’s Robert. 34 years old, run a small IT shop that keeps me scrambling most months. Average everything: height, looks, paycheck. The guy you forget before the burgers are done.
I’ve always been quietly religious, the kind who actually prays, not just shows up on holidays. My go-to is St. Joseph (patron of fathers and working men). Felt like he’d get me.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P4')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">Jessica is out of my league and everybody knows it.
Blonde, blue-eyed, pale skin that looks lit from within. 5'7" of pure curves: wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that makes people forget their own names. Her legs are unreal (smooth, strong, shaped like someone sculpted them). Even her little feet look delicate.</p>
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<p class="text">Some days i still stare at her and think: How the hell did i land this woman?</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P5')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">Jessica and i have been married nine years. She’s 33, still stops me dead when she walks into a room. We have one daughter, Lily, 6 years old, the absolute light of my life.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P6')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I used to feel safer knowing Jessica didn’t work outside the house. A woman who looks like her, out there every day? Guys stare nonstop. I saw it all the time when we went anywhere. Heads turning, eyes glued to her ass, her legs. Some tried to hide it, most didn’t even bother.</p>
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<p class="text">I trusted her completely. But I’ve always believed you don’t wave a steak in front of wolves and pray they stay polite. One bad moment, one slick guy who catches her off guard, and everything we built could collapse.
So yeah, her staying home felt like protection. For her. For us.
Turns out the wolf didn’t need an office to find her. He just had to walk through our front door.</p>
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<p class="text">Our sex life was great, way better than most. Being inside Jessica still felt like a privilege i hadn’t earned. The sight of her naked (blonde hair loose, pale curves, that impossible ass) could shut my brain off in a second.
Especially when she got on all fours. That view alone almost ended me every time.</p>
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<p class="text">The one thing i never got? Anal. I’d tried everything (hints, jokes, straight-up begging), but she always said no. Too dirty, too vulnerable. I loved her too much to force it, so i buried the craving and told myself the rest was enough.
Turns out it wasn’t enough for her either.</p>
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<p class="text">That perfect, virgin ass of hers haunted me. I’d lie awake picturing how tight it would be, how fast it would finish me. I begged for it more times than i can count, she always shut me down cold. I swallowed the rejection every time because a good husband doesn’t push.
Truth is, satisfying her wasn’t easy either. She’s so stunning that half the time i was inside her i was already fighting not to come. Some nights i lasted, some nights i didn’t. She never complained, just kissed me and said my effort was enough, that the way i worshipped her made up for it.
I believed her.
I really thought love and trying hard were enough.</p>
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<p class="text">One afternoon my brother called from the farm, voice cracking with pride: John (my nephew) had gotten into the university here in the city. First in the family.
He asked if the boy could stay with us for a while, just until he got on his feet. Rent near campus is insane and money’s tight back home.
I said i was fine with it, but i had to check with Jessica first. I already knew it was going to be a fight.
That night at dinner i brought it up as carefully as i could.</p>
<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P10a')">"Hey, babe… Jhon got into State. Mark asked if he could stay here for a semester or two while he settles in."</a>
<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P10b')">“Woman, my nephew’s coming to live with us for a while. Get everything ready to welcome him.”</a><p class="text">It was a scorching Saturday, almost 11 a.m. Lily was splashing in the pool, shrieking with her floaties on. I sat under the umbrella pretending to work, but really just watching her.
The sliding door opened.</p>
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<p class="text">Jessica stepped out in the tiniest black bikini i’d ever seen. Two scraps up top, and the bottom was nothing but a string swallowed completely by that huge, pale ass. Every step made it bounce like it was daring the world to look.
She shot me that lazy, knowing smile and walked past like she owned the sun itself. For a second i couldn’t breathe.
Mine, i thought. All mine.
I had no clue someone else was about to think the exact same thing.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P12')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">It was Jessica’s usual routine: lounging in a chair by the pool, letting the sun kiss her pale skin until it glowed.</p>
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<p class="text">She glanced over at me and said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Babe, sunscreen?"</div></div>
<p class="text">She asked, already turning over in her chair. I squeezed lotion into my palms, and started rubbing it in: back, cheeks, thighs, calves. By the time i reached the backs of her knees i was rock hard and trying to hide it. She gave a little wiggle, teasing.</p>
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After I finished rubbing sunscreen over her back, ass, thighs, and legs, i took a breath and brought up my nephew again. I explained the whole situation one more time.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">"John got into the university here, he needed a place to stay at least for the start of the semester, we had that spare room out back with its own bathroom, he wouldn’t bother anyone."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No, Robert. I already told you, I don’t want him here.”</div></div>
<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P13a')">“Babe, I’m not thrilled about it either, but if I say no to my brother, it’ll make things weird between us for years. Family is family.”</a>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Babe, I’m not thrilled about it either, but if I say no to my brother, it’ll make things weird between us for years. Family is family.”</div></div>
<p class="text">We went back and forth for a while. She sighed a lot, rolled her eyes, reminded me how much she valued her privacy. Finally, after what felt like forever, she gave in.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Fine. Temporary. The back room only. And the second he gets on my nerves, he’s gone."</div></div>
<p class="text">That was all i needed. I agreed instantly and called my brother right there from the patio to tell him the good news.</p>
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<p class="text">But when it came time to seal the wall back up he was short on material. There was a small hole left, maybe the size of a fist.</p>
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<p class="text">I told him not to worry about it; it was no big deal and wouldn’t bother anyone. I hauled the old furniture and boxes that had been stored in there out into the yard and stacked them right against that same wall. To keep the rain off, i threw together a quick lean-to roof using some scrap wood i had lying around.
Didn’t think twice about that hole. It was hidden behind the pile anyway.
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P15')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">After i finished the shelter, i ducked inside to make sure the stuff would stay dry. That’s when i noticed it, the hole in the wall gave a perfect, straight-shot view into the entire back room. You could see everything from that angle.</p>
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<p class="text">I shrugged it off, went back inside the room, and got it ready for John. I hauled in an old double bed, a mini-fridge that still worked, a two-burner stove, and a rickety wooden table i stuck in the middle. Nothing fancy, but it was clean and functional.
The room was ready. My nephew was moving in the next day.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P16')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">A few days later John showed up.</p>
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<p class="text">21 years old, fresh off the bus from the countryside. Dark skin, tight curly hair (my brother’s white, but his wife, John’s mom, is Black). He was skinny, average height, the kind of face that doesn’t turn heads but isn’t ugly either. Carried himself like he was trying to take up as little space as possible: shoulders in, eyes down, soft voice.
When he stepped through the gate with that old duffel bag, he looked like he was half-afraid we’d change our minds and send him straight back.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P17')">Next Page►</a><p class="text">I welcomed John with a big hug and a clap on the back, the way you do with family you’ve known forever. Jessica, who’d spent the whole week grumbling about the idea, surprised me, she smiled, gave him a quick hug, told him:</p>
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<p class="text">And even asked if he wanted something cold to drink. No eye-rolls, no tight lips. Nothing. Just easy and warm.
I walked him out back and showed him the little room. He stood in the doorway, duffel still on his shoulder, looked around at the old bed and the beat-up table and said, real quiet.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Uncle Rob, this is more than enough. Thank you. Seriously.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Kid seemed genuinely grateful. I told him to make himself at home.
And just like that, he moved in.</p>
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She was at the sink washing dishes, wearing that simple purple sundress she likes (thin straps, soft cotton, the color of grape soda, hem brushing just above her knees).</p>
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<p class="text">Every time she reached to put a plate in the rack the dress shifted against her hips and the morning light coming through the window lit her up like a damn painting.
I was parked myself in the chair with Lily on my lap, her tablet blasting some YouTube drawing tutorial while she narrated every crayon stroke. I kept murmuring “That’s so good, sweetie” on autopilot, half-watching them, half-distracted.
Everything felt normal. Cozy, even.
So i didn’t pay attention to how John’s eyes followed Jessica every time she moved.</p>
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John had both hands wrapped around his coffee mug like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to the chair. His eyes were locked on slow, steady, sliding from her bare shoulders down the curve of her back, lingering where the purple dress clung to her hips, then lower, tracing the line of her bare legs all the way to her flip-flops.
He didn’t even blink. Didn’t notice me watching him watch her.</p>
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<p class="text">I froze for half a second, then forced my face back to Lily’s tablet, pretending to be fascinated by a cartoon cat. But from the corner of my eye i kept him in frame.
He just sat there, sipping his coffee, staring like the rest of the world had gone quiet.
I thought: I have to do something.</p>
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<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P19b')">Say something</a><p class="text">John’s eyes were glued to her from behind.
He traced every inch, the way the purple dress hugged the small of her back, flared over her wide hips, then stretched tight across that huge, perfect ass. His gaze slid lower, slow, greedy, down the thick curve of her thighs to her smooth calves.</p>
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<p class="text">The coffee cup hovered an inch from his lips. He wasn’t even drinking anymore, he was just holding it there like a prop. I saw his throat move in a hard swallow. His eyes had that glassy, half-lidded look men get when they’re not even trying to hide the hunger anymore.</p>
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<p class="text">I didn’t want to know the exact pictures running through his head.
I already knew they were the same ones that used to keep me up at night.</p>
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<p class="text">A hot spike of anger shot through me. I was giving this boy a roof, food, a fresh start, and the second my back was turned he was eye-fucking my wife in our own kitchen.
But i swallowed it.
He was 21 years. Hormones on fire, stuck in a house with a woman built like Jessica. Of course he was going to look. She could wear a potato sack and heads would still turn. That purple dress sure as hell wasn’t helping.
So i let it go. At least that’s what i told myself.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P23')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">It was just a look. Nothing more.
John was shy as hell, he’d never have the guts to try anything. And Jessica? She’d barely wanted him in the house to begin with. No way in hell she’d ever cross that line, especially not with some nervous kid who was basically a guest under our roof.
I told myself that over and over until the anger cooled off. By the time we finished breakfast, i’d already buried it.</p>
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<p class="text">That Sunday i went to Mass, lit a candle, and said an extra prayer to St. Joseph to keep watch over our home. Everything felt normal again.
The week rolled by quietly: school runs, work, dinners, bedtime stories for Lily.
Then, little by little, things started to change.</p>
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Mornings with Lily’s cartoons, coffee on the patio, evenings grilling while Jessica floated around in one of her sundresses. John kept to himself: early classes, library after, back late, quiet “good night” and straight to his room. Polite, almost invisible.
That Sunday-morning stare started feeling like something i’d imagined or exaggerated. Just a kid stealing a glance at a beautiful woman. Happens every day. Nothing to lose sleep over.</p>
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It was a bright, ordinary weekday. I was already ten minutes down the road, halfway to the office, when i realized i’d left a stack of signed contracts on the printer at home. Couldn’t close the deal without them.
I cursed, flipped a U-turn, and headed back.</p>
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The house was supposed to be empty. Lily was at school all day, and John had started a morning shift as a bagger at the supermarket down the street. It didn’t pay much, just enough to cover his night classes and a little extra, but it got him out of the house.
Jessica and Elizabeth must have just gotten back from their daily walk, i could smell the faint sunscreen and coffee in the air.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Liz, i swear, Robert’s nephew is driving me insane. The boy stares at me non-stop. Like, full-on gawking the second Robert leaves the room. Doesn’t even try to be slick about it anymore.“</div>
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<p class="text">When i heard that, it was inevitable. I focused my full attention on my wife's conversation and listened carefully.</p>
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<div class="dialogsE">"Babe. Look at you. You’re a blonde bombshell with an ass for days and legs that don’t quit. You really think some horny boy is gonna act blind? His brain’s 90% testosterone right now. Of course he’s staring. I’d be worried if he wasn’t."</div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I get it, Liz, but he’s Robert’s nephew. He’s just a boy. It feels… disrespectful. I’m his aunt, technically.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No! God, no. He just… looks.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsE">“Then relax. The boy hasn’t done a damn thing wrong. You’re acting like he’s committing a crime by having eyeballs.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I know, i know. But i’m seriously uncomfortable with him here. I’ve stopped wearing my little shorts around the house. Haven’t laid out by the pool in my bikini once since he moved in.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I don’t know… I just feel weird. Embarrassed, i guess.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsE">“Oh my God, stop. This is your house. It’s a million degrees outside and you’re hiding that killer body because a shy 21 years old boy might peek? Girl, no.
You’ve spent years killing yourself at the gym for that ass. Wear the damn bikini. Throw on the tiny shorts. If the boy gets a little dizzy looking at you, that’s his problem, not yours.
Pretty things are meant to be seen, Jess. Own it.”</div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“You’re insane, Liz.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I’m a married woman with a kid. I’m not gonna parade around like some college girl. What would Robert even say if he heard this? You’re nuts.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsE">“Sweetie, Robert should be on his knees every single night thanking God he landed you. Another woman like you doesn’t exist. And feeling comfortable in your own house? That’s not negotiable.
If the boy can’t keep his eyes to himself, that’s on him. Honestly, if i were you, i’d...”</div></div>
<p class="text">She cut herself off with a wicked laugh, covering her mouth.
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<p class="text">I stood there in the hallway, blood pounding in my ears.
Elizabeth basically telling my wife to flaunt her body in front of a 21 years old boy, because “pretty things are meant to be seen”? Are you kidding me? Jessica is married. She has a daughter. And Elizabeth, engaged to a perfectly decent guy, acting like this is some harmless game.</p>
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<p class="text">I know. I know it’s wrong, invasive, probably illegal. I’m the guy who fixes other people’s security for a living, i’m supposed to be better than this. But i kept telling myself it was justified. Just this once. I had to know if this was really just girl talk… or if Elizabeth had put something worse in my wife’s head.
I mirrored her messages, her WhatsApp, everything. Then i waited.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P38')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">That afternoon my phone buzzed.
New message from Jessica to Elizabeth.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">So?? Spill it. What were you going to say this morning?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Lmao you’re obsessed</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Come onnn</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Fine. I was gonna say… tease the boy a little.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…what?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">He’s drooling over you anyway. Throw on some tiny shorts, a tight tank, “accidentally” bend over in front of him. Just to see how red he gets. Harmless fun.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">You’re literally insane. I can’t do that.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Come on, Jess. It’s not a big deal. You’re not touching him, you’re not cheating, you’re just… existing in your own house looking hot. Let the boy enjoy the view and get a little ego boost. It’s practically charity, lol.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">You’re awful. I shouldn’t even be joking about this.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">But…?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">But… I mean, technically i’m not doing anything wrong. It’s my house. I can wear whatever i want.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Exactly, babe. That’s the spirit. Keep that conscience sparkling clean. You’re just being you. Nothing more.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P40')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I sat at my desk staring at the screen, my stomach in knots.
Elizabeth wasn’t just joking. She was pushing. And Jessica… Jessica wasn’t shutting it down like she should have.
That night i barely tasted dinner. After we ate, Jessica curled up on the couch with her telenovelas like everything was normal. I went straight to the bedroom, dropped to my knees beside the bed, and prayed harder than i had in years.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P41')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">St. Joseph, please. Protect my home. Keep Elizabeth far away from Jessica. Don’t let those words take root. Guard my wife’s mind, her heart. Don’t let temptation in.
I fell asleep with the rosary still in my hand.</p>
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<p class="text">The next day i was at the office, pretending to work, when the notification hit at 4:07 p.m.
Jessica had called Elizabeth.
I opened the live transcript as fast as my shaking fingers would let me.
And what i read made the blood drain from my face.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">You there?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Yep, what’s up?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">We need to talk.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Shoot.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…I did it. I messed with the boy today.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Wait, WHAT? Tell me everything right now.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Around noon. House was empty. I put on that tiny bikini, the one Robert hates, and went out to the pool. Just lying there on my stomach, soaking up the sun, feeling good for once.
Then i checked the time and realized John was about to get home from work. Part of me thought, “Okay, go inside so he doesn’t see you like this.”
But… I didn’t move. I stayed right there.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Oh my God.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He walked through the gate and just stopped dead. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Eyes huge. i just smiled and said “Hey” like it was nothing. He mumbled something and practically ran to his room.
I got up, grabbed my towel, my phone, my water… and when i turned around he was in his doorway watching me again. I walked all the way to the house, hips swaying, knowing he was staring at every step. At the sliding door i even glanced back one last time. He was still there. He saw the whole show.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Girl. You gave that boy the memory of his life. That bikini barely holding on, that ass bouncing while you walked away? He’s probably in there right now trying to process what just happened. I’m proud and terrified at the same time lmao.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I feel like i crossed a line.</div></div>
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<img src="images/Elizabeth2.jpg">
<div class="messageE">Jess, you literally just existed in your own backyard looking hot. You didn’t touch him, didn’t flirt, didn’t do anything but walk. That’s not crossing a line, that’s owning your house. Beauty’s meant to be seen, remember? You did good, babe.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P46')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I sat there staring at the screen until the words blurred.
My wife (my beautiful, faithful, church-going wife) had just admitted she deliberately put on a show for an 21 years old boy. And worse: she was telling her friend about it like it was some cute little adventure.
I wanted to throw the phone across the room. I wanted to drive home right then and confront her. I wanted to kick John out, scream at Elizabeth, drag Jessica to confession, anything to make the sickness in my gut stop.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">Liz, I’m freaking out. We need to talk NOW.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">What happened??</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I went out back to grab some clothes off the line… and there he was. John. Sitting on one of the pool chairs, totally naked, dick in his hand, jerking off like he didn’t have a care in the world.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">HOLY SHIT. You’re kidding.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I wish i was.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I completely lost it. I screamed at him, “What the hell are you doing?!” This is my house, my family, how dare he?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Lmaooo that was 100% because of yesterday’s little show. Boy went home, replayed it in his head, and boom. Action → reaction</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I never thought he’d do something like that.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Well… now you know he’s not shy.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">There’s something else...</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Spill.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…He’s huge. Like, genuinely massive. Thick, long, veins everywhere, the head is this big angry mushroom. I’ve never seen anything like it in real life.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Wait… bigger than Robert?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Night and day. No contest.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Damn, girl. You got a real good look, huh?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I was standing right there! Of course i saw it.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Uh-huh. And you memorized every detail real quick, i see.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Stop. I was just shocked. That’s all.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Sure, Jan.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I swear i’m done messing with him. That crossed every line. I’m never doing it again. He clearly takes it way too seriously.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P52')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">That conversation left me sick to my stomach. It was obvious Jessica had liked what she saw, the way she described John’s cock in detail proved it. Rage boiled inside me. How could my own nephew, the kid i was helping, do something so disgusting in my house?
I felt lost, completely powerless.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P53')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">The only thing that calmed me even a little was knowing Jessica had said she was done, she’d put a stop to it.
By nightfall Lily was asleep. Jessica was sprawled on the living-room couch in those tiny shorts, her thick, perfect legs crossed, scrolling on her phone like nothing had happened.
I locked myself in the bedroom, got on my knees, and begged St. Joseph to protect us, to knock some sense into my wife’s head, to make this nightmare end fast.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P54')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">When I finished praying, my phone lit up with a notification from Jessica’s mirrored messages.
It was from John.
I opened it with shaking hands.</p>
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<div class="messageH">Hey Aunt Jess… really sorry about earlier. I know that was way out of line.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">John, we already talked. It’s okay, but don’t EVER do it again. If Robert had seen you, it would’ve blown up the whole house. This is a family home. Respect matters. Understood?</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I know, i know. I’m sorry. Just one thing i can’t get out of my head… I saw you staring. What did you think?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Excuse me?? Watch your mouth. I’m your uncle’s wife. Show some respect or you’re out on the street tomorrow.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Please. Just answer. Then i swear i’ll never bring it up again.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I’m not answering.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Please, Aunt Jess… I promise i won’t bother you anymore, just answer my question.</div></div>
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<img src="images/Jessica1.jpg">
<div class="messageJ">…</div></div>
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<img src="images/Jessica1.jpg">
<div class="messageJ">…</div></div>
<div class="message-container i">
<img src="images/Jessica1.jpg">
<div class="messageJ">It’s big, okay? Happy now?</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Bigger than Uncle Robert’s?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Are you kidding boy? Stop it!</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Guess it’s the Black genes</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Whatever. Delete everything. I mean it. This never happened.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Already gone. Good night.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P58')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">That little bastard was openly hitting on my wife.
My own nephew. The kid i took in out of the goodness of my heart.
And Jessica… Jessica was answering him. Every single time.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P59')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">For the next three days their chat never stopped. Movies, music, what they were having for dinner, stupid memes, whatever. John, who could barely string two sentences together in person, suddenly turned into a smooth-talking charmer when it was just the two of them behind a screen.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P60')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I watched it happen in real time. He was playing the long game: building trust, making her laugh, getting her used to seeing his name pop up on her phone.
Nothing explicitly dirty… but nothing completely innocent either. Little compliments slipped in (“you always look so pretty in your stories”), late-night “can’t sleep” messages, heart emojis that started showing up more and more.</p>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P61')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">Jessica’s original anger about him living here? Gone. Vanished. She was eating it up.
A married woman, a mother, shouldn’t be texting an 21 yeas old boy all day long. Period.
Then, on the fourth night, John finally made his move.</p>
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<div class="messageH">Aunt Jess… I need to confess something.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Go ahead.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I had a dream about you last night.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Okay… What was the dream?</div></div>
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<div class="messageH"> I got back to my room and when i opened the door you were there, lying on my bed in that tiny bikini from the pool the other day. Just… sunbathing. And then i woke up. Honestly wish i hadn’t. It was the kind of dream you want to keep going.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">John… what do you mean you didn’t want to wake up?</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">You know exactly what i mean. I wanted to see where it went. Maybe it would’ve had a really happy ending.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Happy ending? I’m not following.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Come on, Aunt Jess… you’re not that innocent. You know what i’m talking about.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">No, seriously, spell it out. I promise i won’t get mad.</div></div>
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<img src="images/John1.jpg">
<div class="messageH">Alright. I’m not trying to hit on you or anything, i swear. I just have to say it, you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen. Like, unreal. That angelic face, that body… everything about you is perfect. Uncle Rob hit the jackpot with you. You’re a queen.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Thank you, that’s sweet, but you need to stop thinking about me like that. I’m your uncle’s wife. I’m married. I’m a mom. Please get these ideas out of your head.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I’m only saying the truth. Some things i can’t control, Aunt Jess.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P67')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I sat there staring at John’s last message until the screen went black.
He was pushing, little by little, and Jessica wasn’t slamming the door shut like she should have. She was letting it slide, letting him get closer. And i just… froze. Something inside me felt paralyzed, like an invisible hand was holding me back from storming in there and ending it all right then.
So i did the only thing i knew how to do when i felt this helpless. I turned to prayer.</p>
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<p class="text">Every morning before work, every night after Lily was asleep, i was on my knees. I lit candles to St. Joseph, begged him with everything i had, protect my home, open my wife’s eyes, give her the strength to cut this off for good. Evil was circling my family, but it would not win. I was going to fight it on my knees until Jessica herself threw John out. I believed that with every fiber of my being.
My prayers would be stronger than whatever game my nephew was playing.
Good would win this war.
I was sure of it.</p>
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<div class="subtitle">Hey everyone, I’m Johan, and from now on i’ll be creating games like this.
If you enjoy what i’m doing, please consider supporting me, even a small amount means the world right now. Every bit of encouragement keeps me going and helps me bring you new stories and updates.
I hope you’re liking it so far! Feedback is always welcome (good or bad). I read everything and take it seriously. Also, please forgive any awkward English here and there, it’s not my first language, but i’m working hard to improve with every release.
Thank you so much for playing and for your patience. See you in the next update!</div>
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<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('MenuInterface')">THE END</a><div class="subtitle">I’d like to express my deepest gratitude to all the members who are supporting this project and the ones to come. My sincere thanks to each of you you’ll always have a special place in my heart! A big hug from Johan!</div>
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</video><p class="text">Jessica tilted her head, eyes narrowing.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Spit it out, Liz.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Elizabeth stood up, grabbing her purse with a dramatic sigh.</p>
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<img src="images/Elizabeth.jpg">
<div class="dialogsE">“Nope, changed my mind. I’ve got errands. Gotta run.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica folded her arms.</p>
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<img src="images/Jessica.jpg">
<div class="dialogsJ">“You know i’m just gonna blow up your phone until you tell me.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Elizabeth was already halfway to the door, laughing.</p>
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<div class="dialogsE">“I’ll text you later, promise.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Fine,”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica called after her, rolling her eyes but smiling.
Elizabeth waved without turning around.</p>
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<div class="dialogsE">“Love you, babe. Gotta go!”</div></div>
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<p class="text">I slipped out the front door before either of them noticed me. Didn’t even grab the damn contracts. Just got back in the car and drove, hands shaking on the wheel, replaying every word.</p>
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<p class="text">One afternoon, after finishing a rosary, I picked up a framed photo from the nightstand: the three of us on vacation last year. Jessica beaming, blonde hair catching the sun, Lily laughing in her arms. Perfect. Happy.</p>
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<p class="text">I stared at it for a long time.
I loved them more than anything. I loved Jessica with every piece of me. She was my queen, my world.
And I was going to fight for her until the very end.</p>
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Then John messaged Jessica again.
This time it was worse. He wasn’t playing subtle anymore, he was pushing, testing how far he could go. And Jessica? She replied in seconds. Every single time. No hesitation, no pause, just instant, warm responses that lit up her screen like she’d been waiting for his name to pop up.</p>
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<div class="messageH">Aunt Jess, I need to say something. I dreamed about you again last night.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Here we go again with the dreams. Remember what I told you? Stop this. Stop feeding these fantasies. I’m your uncle’s wife. I’m a mother.</div></div>
<p class="text">Her words said one thing, but her actions said another. She was scolding him, sure, but she was still there replying fast, keeping the conversation alive. If she really wanted it over, she’d have blocked him, ignored him, told me. A married woman doesn’t keep chatting with a guy who’s clearly chasing her.</p>
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<div class="messageH">I’m sorry, Aunt Jess, but I can’t help dreaming about you. It’s not something I control. Please… just let me tell you the dream. I swear, after this I’ll never bring it up again.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…Fine. Tell me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Don’t get mad. Like I said, it’s not my fault you’re in my head.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">It’s okay, John. Go ahead. I won’t take it badly.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">So here’s the dream. It was blazing hot, sun pouring down. I was out back by the pool, stretched out naked on a lounge chair, cock rock-hard. Throbbing. Veins bulging. Just enjoying the heat.Then you showed up in that tiny bikini. God, you looked incredible. You walked right up to me, stopped in front, and just looked at me with those eyes. No words. You knelt down, wrapped your soft hand around me, stroked a couple times, then leaned in and took me in your mouth. Full-on blowjob. I ran my fingers through your hair, couldn’t believe it was happening. You pulled back, gave me this beautiful smile… and I woke up.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Jesus, John. I’m speechless. I can’t believe you just told me that. That’s obscene. You shouldn’t have said any of it.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">You promised you wouldn’t get mad. I warned you.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I’m not mad, I’m just… shocked. How can you say these things? I’m your uncle’s wife. A mother.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Can I be honest?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Go ahead.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Remember when I said you were beautiful? I held back. You’re not just beautiful you’re fucking hot. The hottest woman I’ve ever seen. That delicate, rich-girl face mixed with that body? It’s insane. Your ass is unreal, huge and perfect. Those thick, plump thighs, those gorgeous legs I’ve never seen anything like them. When you walk away, the way that ass sways on its own… it drives me crazy. You’re perfection, Aunt Jess. A masterpiece. Uncle Rob has the greatest treasure in the world. I just hope he treats you right, satisfies you the way you deserve. You should never settle for less than everything you want.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…You need help, John. Seriously. Stop this. Find something else to do with your life and leave me out of it, you pervert.</div></div>
<p class="text">She stopped replying. Went silent. John sent one more message a minute later:</p>
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<div class="messageH">Aunt Jess, please don’t go. Let’s keep talking.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P77')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I was furious. Sick with it. The things John said to my wife describing that filthy dream, calling her “fucking hot,” praising every inch of her body like he had any right made me want to drag him out of the house and beat him senseless.</p>
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<p class="text">But I couldn’t move. Something locked me in place, like invisible chains. I can’t explain it any better than that. Rage boiled inside me, but my body wouldn’t act.</p>
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<div class="messageE">So… any updates on the stud?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">No, Liz. And please don’t bring him up again. I want nothing to do with that kid. I regret every second I teased him. Done. Over.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Whoa, what happened? Did something go down I don’t know about?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Nothing happened. I just don’t want to hear his name. I’m married. I’m a mother. Robert is the only man in my life. End of story.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Okay, okay… but it’s kinda weird how fast you flipped. One day you’re playing around, next day full nun mode.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I’ve always been serious. I am serious.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Sure, but come on. A minute ago you were going on about how huge his dick was, and now you act like the subject disgusts you.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I was just shocked by the size. That’s it. Doesn’t matter to me how big or small any other guy is. The only man who matters is my husband.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">I think you’re scared because it did affect you. You don’t trust yourself around him.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">That’s ridiculous. I would never betray Robert. I love him. I love our family. He’s everything to me. He loves me, he satisfies me full stop.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Alright, babe. I’m not trying to push you into anything. I admire you guys. Your family’s perfect. I’d never mess with that.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Good. Then let’s drop John for good, okay?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Deal.</div></div>
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<p class="text">I walked up behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gave that perfect ass a playful slap.
Jessica let out a surprised squeal, half-laughing, half-scolding.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Oh, honey…”</div></div>
<p class="text">She laughed softly, tilting her head as I wrapped my arms around her from behind and started kissing the side of her neck.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Robert… Lily’s right in the living room”</div></div>
<p class="text">She whispered, still smiling, half-heartedly trying to squirm away.
So I said:</p>
<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P84a')">“I want my queen tonight”</a>
<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P84b')">“I want to fuck you tonight.”</a><div class="dialog-container">
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<div class="dialogsR">“I want my queen tonight”</div></div>
<p class="text">I murmured against her skin.
She turned just enough to look at me over her shoulder, eyes sparkling.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Okay, baby. Later. Really hot sex, I promise.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I love you, my flower.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I love you too, Robert.”</div></div>
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A little while later, after Jessica tucked Lily in, she walked up to me, took my hand, and nodded toward the hallway.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Go wait in the bedroom, handsome. I’ll be right there.”</div></div>
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Then Jessica walked in. Wearing her sexy black lingerie that hugged her body tight.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Hey, honey… when am I finally gonna get that big ass?”</div></div>
<p class="text">She moaned softly under my kisses and whispered:</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Baby, we’ve already talked about this. I’m not ready for that.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I pulled back and looked at her.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“When will you be ready, love? You know I’ve wanted this for a long time.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I’m not sure I ever will.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She said it gently, but in my head it sounded like: I’m not sure I want to do this with you.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I said no. Period. Either fuck me properly or we’re done tonight.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Okay, okay… I’m sorry.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I don’t know what came over me, but after she shot down my request, I felt this mix of sadness and anger hit me hard.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Baby, what happened?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I don’t know… I think I lost the mood.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“What do you mean? Just because I said no to anal, you don’t want me anymore? What about the rest of me?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Let’s try again another time.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Fine. Whatever. I’m going to take a shower.”</div></div>
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She’d been in the mood for something, but once again I wasn’t enough for her.
I stared into the mirror and screamed inside my head.</p>
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When I came out, she was already in bed. I lay down beside her and whispered:</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I love you, my dear.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She didn’t answer.
At the time I figured she’d fallen asleep, but now I think she was just too angry to say it back.</p>
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A thick black cloud rolled in, swallowing the whole house. Jessica and I were out back by the pool when the wind picked up, howling. Then a dark figure formed inside the cloud, circling us.</p>
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<p class="text">Jessica clung to me, terrified.
A voice deep, cold, coming from everywhere spoke:</p>
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<div class="dialogsV">“Robert… it’s only a matter of time.”</div></div>
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When I looked at her face, her eyes were solid black.</p>
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John had messaged her again.</p>
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<p class="text">I held my breath, expecting her to ignore it. She’d been so firm with Elizabeth, surely she’d block him now.</p>
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<div class="messageH">Speaking of events… I had another dream about you.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Not this again. Keep your dreams to yourself</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Please, just this one. It was actually kinda funny. I swear it’s the last time. You have my word.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">…Fine. Tell me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I was in my room, sitting naked on the bed, hard as a rock. Door opens you walk in ready for a private lap dance. Body oiled up and shining, tiny thong, star pasties over your nipples, sky-high heels. You looked unreal. You started dancing for me slow grind, hips rolling, ass bouncing. I lost it. Grabbed myself and started jerking off right there while I watched. Woke up so turned on I had to finish for real. Came once thinking about the dream… but the image of you in that bikini flashed in my head and I was still hard. Ended up coming a second time that night.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">You need help, John. Seriously. Stop this.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I can’t. Ever since that day in the bikini, you’re all I think about.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">This is insane. I’m your uncle’s wife, a mother. Robert gave you a place to live, and this is how you repay him? What you’re doing is wrong. It shows who you really are.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I know. I hate myself for it. I respect Uncle Rob. I love this family. But I can’t control it. You’re perfect, Aunt Jess. The woman of my dreams.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Stop. I can’t be that for you.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">But you are. You’re a queen. The sexiest woman alive.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I don’t even know what to say.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">One favor. I swear on everything if you do it, I’ll disappear. No more messages, no more anything.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Depends what it is.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Just jerk me off once. That’s all. Then I’m gone for good.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Go to hell, you disgusting little bastard. I’m done with your games. Last warning: stop, or I tell Robert everything and you’re out on the street tomorrow.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Whoa, calm down. It was just an idea. You don’t have to.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Give me a break, boy.</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Honey, are you okay?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Yes… I’m just wondering if I can do something.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She said it softly, looking at me with a question in her eyes.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Whatever it is, you’re an amazing woman. You should always go after what you want.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I answered innocently, having no clue what she meant.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“You really think so?”</div></div>
<p class="text">There was surprise and something like anxiety in her voice.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Absolutely.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I said it without hesitation, still completely in the dark.
Later, that conversation started nagging at me. I couldn’t stop wondering what she’d really been asking about.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">Hi John. About that thing from two days ago… I’ve changed my mind. The answer is yes. I’ll do it.</div></div>
<p class="text">I stared at the screen until the words blurred.
My wife my Jessica was agreeing to jerk off my nephew.
Everything I’d told myself, every prayer, every hope that she’d come to her senses… gone. In one sentence.
She was going to touch him. Willingly. Secretly.</p>
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<p class="text">Why? What was going through her head? Wasn’t she thinking about me, about us, about Lily?
She was about to cross a line with an 21 years old boy my own nephew for what? A thrill? Curiosity? I couldn’t make sense of it.</p>
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<div class="messageH">Hey Aunt Jess. Wow… I’m really glad you thought about it. This’ll help clear my head for sure.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I hope so. But listen we have a deal. One time. I jerk you off once, and then you leave me alone. No more messages, no more talking. Just “good morning” and “good afternoon” if we pass each other. Got it?</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Yes, ma’am. I promise. You have my word.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">So… when?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Tomorrow afternoon works.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Perfect. Come to my room tomorrow afternoon and we’ll get it over with. Deal?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Deal. See you then. Bye.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Bye, Aunt Jess. Can’t wait for tomorrow.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P121')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">It was set. Tomorrow afternoon, in my own house, my wife was going to touch him.
I lost it. Hands in my hair, pacing the office like a caged animal. What if a handjob wasn’t enough? What if things got heated, clothes came off, and it turned into something worse? The thought of what could happen in that back room turned my stomach into knots. A real-life horror show, starring the woman I loved.
I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t confront her without admitting I’d been spying. Couldn’t kick John out without explaining why. I was trapped.</p>
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Perfect line of sight into the entire room.
The idea hit me like a punch, hide there and watch. See exactly what she was willing to do.</p>
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<p class="text">If they really crossed the line, I’d end it all.</p>
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<p class="text">I waited.
John came home from his shift around two. He went straight to the little bathroom, showered quick, and stepped out naked.
Towel around his neck, cock already hard. And that’s when I really saw it.</p>
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<p class="text">My throat went dry. I hated him more than ever. And some sick part of me couldn’t look away.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me, staring at this boy’s cock, knowing it dwarfed mine in every way. How the hell does an 21 years old boy have something like that? Had to be the African blood pure, raw genetics building a goddamn horse cock. John sat back down on the edge of the bed, still fully hard, waiting.</p>
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My heart exploded in my chest. Cold sweat poured down my back. Hands shaking, I pressed my face closer to the hole.
John stood, walked to the door, and opened it.
Jessica stepped in.</p>
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<p class="text">He clicked the lock behind her.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P130')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulders. She wore black lingerie I’d never seen on her before lace so sheer it barely held in those massive buttocks, cheeks spilling out the bottom. Her thick thighs brushed together with every step, legs looking endless down to the tops of her stockings. The bra cupped her breasts tight, nipples faintly showing through the thin fabric.
She stopped a few feet in front of him and slowly peeled away the black veil draped over her body.</p>
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<p class="text">John stood there completely naked, cock fully erect, pointing straight at her stomach like it already knew exactly where it wanted to be.</p>
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Jessica folded her arms under her breasts, glanced down at his erection for a split second, then met his eyes and said:</p>
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<p class="text">John laughed, easy and low.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">Aunt Jess, look at this thing. It’s way too hard to stuff back in pants. Needs room to breathe. And it’s hot in here you should strip down too. Get comfortable.</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica shot him a haughty look, chin up.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"We had a deal, boy. Handjob only. I’m not getting naked for you."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Come on, please? Just to make it better. Let me see that big white ass. That’s all I’m asking."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"No. Clothes stay on. You want this, it happens my way. Otherwise I walk out and you get nothing."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Alright, alright. Keep them on. Let’s just do it."</div></div>
<p class="text">He sat back on the bed, arms behind his head, cock standing tall and curved slightly to the side.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Come here. Kneel right in front of me."</div></div>
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She stared at it. Couldn’t tear her eyes away. Wide-eyed, lips slightly parted. From the hole I could see she was completely mesmerized lost in it.
John saw it too. He smirked and started talking:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Look what you do to me, Jess. Look at my cock. This is what happens every time I think about you. I can’t help it."</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica didn’t say a word. She just reached out with those soft, pale hands and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, starting to stroke slowly.</p>
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<p class="text">John let out a low groan.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Fuck… your hands are so soft. Keep going. Feel how hard it is. Feel it throbbing for you."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Wow, John… it really is big."</div></div>
<p class="text">He grinned.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Yeah? Never seen one like this before?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"No."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Uncle Rob’s isn’t anything like it, is it?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"...No"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Doesn’t even come close, right? You look pretty impressed."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"I’m not impressed. I’m just saying it’s big. That’s the truth."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Imagine what a cock this size could do. Ever wonder how much damage it could cause?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"You’re crazy. Poor girl who ends up with you."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Now jerk it properly, hottie. Use both hands on this big dick."</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica started jerking him off for real, her hand gliding up and down the full length, taking over completely.</p>
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<p class="text">But it wasn’t ending. She’d been working him for minutes now, steady rhythm, and John hadn’t even flinched. No heavy breathing, no tensing, nothing. Just lying there calm, like he could go all day.
Jessica noticed too. Her brows furrowed a little, and she finally spoke.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Wow, John… aren’t you even close? We’ve been at this forever."</div></div>
<p class="text">John laughed, low and confident.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Married women crack me up. You’re used to your husbands who finish quick, and then a real man shows up who can actually last. You’re impressed. I’m not Uncle Rob, Jess. We’re gonna be here a while. I’ve got stamina. This is just warming up."</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica didn’t respond. She just kept stroking, grip firm, rhythm steady.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I have to go get Lily.”</div></div>
<p class="text">His face darkened instantly. He slammed his fist into the mattress.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"What the fuck? Right now? Your kid picks this exact moment to get sick?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"It’s not my fault. My daughter comes first."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"You're right. I'm sorry. You'd better go now.”</div></div>
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She pulled it out, answered, listened for a second face shifting to worry.</p>
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And then she started stroking him, but this time her face and mouth inched closer and closer to John’s cock.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Wow, Aunt Jess… your hands feel amazing, and that smile of yours is driving me crazy."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Ready to keep going? You still owe me that cum. A blowjob would speed things up."</div></div>
<p class="text">I froze, blood turning to ice, when Jessica answered.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"I don’t know, John…"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"That’s more than we agreed on…"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Yeah, but I’m just trying to make the most of this special moment."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"That table. I just pictured you bent over it, back to me, that huge ass pushed out, and me behind you slamming this big dick deep inside your pussy. You’d lose your mind on it."</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica smiled, small and quick.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"That’s never happening."</div></div>
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<p class="text">She didn’t answer.</p>
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Jessica stared back. The room went dead silent, thick with tension.</p>
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<p class="text">I felt panic rise in my throat I was sure they were about to kiss.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"You know you are. You’re my queen. The woman I dream about every night."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"I’m not. We’ve been over this. I’m your uncle’s wife. Get me out of your head."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"How? Look at us. You’re sitting on my lap right now. We’re already too far down this road. There’s no going back you know that."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"No. What happens today is just today. After this, it never happens again."</div></div>
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They started talking, voices low.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"God, Aunt Jess… what a woman. You’re incredible. These thighs, these legs so thick, so sexy. You drive me insane, you know that?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Stop, John. I’m really not."</div></div>
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She settled on his right thigh, draping her thick legs across his left. John immediately slid his right arm around her waist, pulling her closer. His left hand was free now, and he wasted no time slowly running his palm over those massive, smooth thighs, tracing down her calves, then back up again.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Halfway? Look how long I’ve been going. I’ve held up my end."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"You haven’t. Deal’s not done till I cum. Until then, you haven’t really jerked me off. So you’re not walking out. We’ll stay here till night if that’s what it takes."</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica dropped her gaze, shoulders slumping. She nodded faintly.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Fine… just let me rest my hand a minute."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"No rush, Aunt Jess."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"That’s it. I give up. You’re not gonna come. My hand’s killing me. This is impossible. You’re not normal. I’m done I’m leaving."</div></div>
<p class="text">John sat up a little, eyes sharp.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Wait. We had a deal. You jerk me off, I leave you alone. You can’t quit halfway."</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Told you you should’ve gotten naked. I need more to really get going. But hey, longer is better, right?"</div></div>
<p class="text">She didn’t answer, just sped up hand flying now, fast and furious, pumping that massive shaft up and down like she was trying to end it quick.</p>
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<p class="text">Any normal guy would’ve blown by now. But not him. Minutes dragged on, her arm working hard, and John just lay there calm, breathing easy.</p>
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As she turned to leave, John grabbed her arm, yanked her back, and leaned in close, voice low.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"We were almost there. This isn’t over. You still owe me that blowjob, got it?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Let go. I have to get my daughter."</div></div>
<p class="text">He released her. She bolted out the door.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Fucking hell. Just when that horny bitch was about to wrap her lips around my dick."</div></div>
<p class="text">He flopped back on the bed and started jerking himself off, alone.</p>
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A little later Jessica called me: Lily was sick, she’d picked her up, they were heading to the doctor.</p>
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<p class="text">I told her I hoped Lily felt better soon, voice steady even though my head was spinning.
I was worried for my little girl, of course. But deep down I knew this was no coincidence.</p>
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Jessica hadn’t gone through with it. She hadn’t cheated.
Even when it felt inevitable, good had won.
John wasn’t going to have my wife.</p>
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Jessica sat in the armchair watching her, wearing those tiny shorts that clung to her hips and made her huge ass look even more unreal, paired with just a white bra.</p>
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<p class="text">Just seeing her like that, doing something so normal, made my chest tight with love.</p>
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A few days later, Elizabeth messaged her again, and my heart pounded when the app buzzed.</p>
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John would never dare make a move, he could barely look Jessica in the eye when she handed him a plate. And Jessica? She’d shut down anything inappropriate in half a second. She’d made that clear from day one.
So the house stayed calm. Peaceful. Normal.
I had no idea how wrong i was.</p>
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The next afternoon, almost the exact same time, another notification popped up.
Jessica had messaged Elizabeth again.
I opened it with shaking hands.
Whatever was coming next, i already knew it was going to be worse.</p>
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So here i am, spilling it all out. This is my confession, my dirty little secret i’ve never told a soul not a friend, not a therapist, nobody. Writing it down is the closest thing i have to therapy i’ll ever get.</p>
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<p class="text">Thanks for hearing me out. Welcome to my story.</p>
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She graduated top of her class in physical therapy but never worked a day in it. After Lily came, she chose to stay home. I was fine with that. She didn’t need a job anyway her dad left her a three-story house downtown that she split into rentals. The money rolls in every month, more than enough.</p>
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<p class="text">So yeah, Jessica lives the dream life most people only fantasize about…
and for reasons i’ll never understand, she chose me.</p>
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<p class="text">John started safe small talk about classes, a dumb meme, how long it felt since they’d really chatted. Jessica matched his energy, friendly and quick, laughing at his jokes, asking follow-up questions.
Then, right in the middle of it, he went for it:</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P72')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">While we kissed, I eased her down onto the bed and slowly trailed my lips lower until I reached her neck. I started kissing and sucking gently, just the way she loves it.
She was already so turned on she bit her lip, eyes half-closed.</p>
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<p class="text">I kept trailing kisses lower until I reached his back, feeling the hairs on his skin stand up with every touch.
Then I finally got to that huge ass.</p>
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<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P89a')">“Hey, honey… when am I finally gonna get that big ass?”</a>
<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P89b')">“How about we play with this little hole tonight?”</a><p class="text">I’d asked for it before and been turned down, but this time it stung different. I think everything I’d bottled up from watching her with John just boiled over and changed how I reacted.
All the arousal vanished in an instant. I couldn’t stay hard I lost my erection right then and there.</p>
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<p class="text">Just a dream. Thank God.</p>
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John played it smart at first safe topics, events, summer plans circling slowly until he steered it exactly where he wanted.</p>
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For a moment I felt relief flood through me. Finally she’d ripped into him, called him a bastard, threatened to tell me everything. This had to be the end. A real, brutal shutdown.
I clung to that all day.</p>
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<p class="text">The next morning Jessica was quiet. Snapped at little things, barely spoke over breakfast. I asked:</p>
<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P106a')">“Honey, are you okay?”</a>
<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P106b')">“Why the frown, woman? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”</a><div class="message-container i">
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<div class="messageJ">Hey Elizabeth, we need to talk. Urgently!</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Hey girl, what happened?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">The boy crossed the line again.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">I thought you were done talking about him.</div></div>
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Notification from the mirror app.
Heart already racing, and opened it.</p>
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There it was a conversation between Jessica and Elizabeth I hadn’t seen yet.
When I read it, I couldn’t believe my eyes.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">Shut up, Elizabeth. I told you not to bring it up, but I can. Now listen.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Sorry, sweetie. I figured you’d come around again. Tell me everything.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He keeps going on about these erotic dreams he’s having about me. Elizabeth, I’m this close to telling Robert everything and kicking him out.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Don’t do that. Where would the boy go? And you’d blow up Robert’s relationship with his brother.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">But what am I supposed to do? He’s way over every boundary.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">What’s he done besides the dreams?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He straight-up asked me to jerk him off.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Stop acting impressed. He said if I did it once, he’d leave me alone for good.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Well… if you really want peace, maybe think about it.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">What are you saying?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">He promised he’d stop if you did it. So do it, get it over with. Kill the obsession. Cool him off completely.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">You really think that’d work?</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Worth a shot. You look like you could use some quiet.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Don’t even ask. If I tell you what happened with Robert, you won’t believe me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He lost his erection. With me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Wait, what?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He asked for my ass again. I said no, and he just… deflated. Got all sad and couldn’t stay hard.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">HAHAHA no way. Seriously?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Dead serious.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Girl… in that case, you should really give the boy a shot. You need to let off some steam too.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Stop it, Elizabeth. I’m not doing that.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">You sure? You gonna keep stressing over this, or take the chance to end it once and for all?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I don’t know…</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Alright, I gotta get back to work, sweetie. Let me know what you decide.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Okay, talk later.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Bye.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P115')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I was furious reading that conversation.
That bitch Elizabeth actually telling my wife to give the kid a handjob just to “end it once and for all”? There shouldn’t have been anything to end in the first place.
Rage clouded everything. I couldn’t think straight.</p>
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Clear view: the bed, the table, the door everything.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">"Come sit on my lap, Aunt Jess."</div></div>
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John glanced over at the small wooden table in the middle of the room and chuckled.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Really? Good to know."</div></div>
<p class="text">Then she leaned in even closer to his cock and gave John a naughty little smile.</p>
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I had to do something right now or my wife would cross that line for good, cheating on me in our own house.</p>
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<p class="text">Desperate, I whispered a frantic prayer to St. Joseph right there in the shed, begging him to stop this before it went any further.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Woman, my nephew’s coming to live with us for a while. Get everything ready to welcome him.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"What? You're not even going to talk to me about it first?"</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“What is there to talk about? My brother called from the countryside asking for help. The boy got into college and needs a place to stay.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"What about me? How will my routine be affected with a boy walking around here? No way. I won't accept this especially when you make this decision without even consulting me first."</div></div>
<p class="text">I walked away for a moment, knowing I wouldn't get anywhere with her so upset. I'd bring it up again the next day when she had calmed down.
After all, family helps family.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">"Hey, babe… Jhon got into State. Mark asked if he could stay here for a semester or two while he settles in."</div></div>
<p class="text">Her fork stopped halfway to her mouth.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">"Absolutely not."</div></div>
<p class="text">She shot it down flat.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No way, Robert. I finally have the house to myself, Lily’s at school, i walk around half-naked all morning. I’m not sharing my space with some boy.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I told her it would be temporary, pointed out the back room with its own door and bathroom he’d basically live in a separate unit, we’d never even see him.
Didn’t matter. She wasn’t budging.
I let it drop that night.
But the idea wouldn’t leave me. Family helps family.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“It doesn’t matter whether you want to or not he’s my nephew and I need to help him.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She didn’t take it well. I could see the anger flash across her face, but she kept her voice calm.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Okay. Do whatever you want. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”</div></div>
<p class="text">At the time those words didn’t mean much.
After that little argument, I called my brother and gave him the good news.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">"So, John… what do you think of the coffee?"</div></div>
<p class="text">It was the only thing I could come up with to pull his attention away.
Jessica turned sharply toward the table, eyes fixed on John, waiting for his answer like it mattered more than anything.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“It’s delicious, Uncle Robert. You’re a great cook, Aunt Jess.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Cheeky little bastard, I thought.
Jessica smiled warmly.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ"> “Thank you, John. I’m glad you like it. It’s nice to hear a compliment once in a while, isn’t it, Robert?”</div></div>
<p class="text">She said it lightly, turning sideways toward me, but the jab landed.
I just dropped my gaze back to Lily, pretending to focus on her.
But a second later my eyes drifted up again, and there he was stuck, paralyzed, watching her once more.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I want to fuck you tonight.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“What the hell is this, Robert? Why are you talking like that?”</div></div>
<p class="text">She shouted, clearly horrified by what I’d just said.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“I’m sorry, honey. I think I overreacted. I was just trying to get you in the mood.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I mumbled, face burning with embarrassment.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I understand… but it wasn’t pleasant.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I nodded my head, as if apologizing once more.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“It’s okay. We’ll put out this fire later.”</div></div>
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<p class="text">Luckily for me and unluckily for John, Jessica hadn’t gone through with the blowjob.
My prayers had worked. St. Joseph had stepped in at the last second and saved us from the worst.
I’d just left the office and was sitting in my parked car, engine still off. My head was full of what I’d just seen through that hole.</p>
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<p class="text">My wife’s hand wrapped around John’s huge cock, stroking him.
My wife perched on the naked lap of a boy.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“How about we play with this little hole tonight?”</div></div>
<p class="text">She glanced back, face suddenly hard.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Robert. We’ve talked about this. No anal. Ever. I’m not doing it.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“But babe, I’m your husband. It’s my biggest fantasy.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“That’s funny. Why don’t you want to do it with me? Saving it for someone else?”</div></div>
<p class="text">That’s not what she’d said at all, but the words just came out.
She spun around, face full of indignation.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“What the hell are you talking about? I’m just not comfortable with it.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I realized in that moment that she was picking up on my insecurity.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Why the frown, woman? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No reason.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“There must be a reason why you won’t tell me while you serve me something to eat.”</div></div>
<p class="text">As I spoke, I glanced around the kitchen was a mess. Dishes piled in the sink, counters cluttered. Jessica was so stressed from everything that she’d let the house slide.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“This kitchen is really dirty. You could clean it up.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I said it without looking up, but from the corner of my eye I caught her face tightening with anger. Still, she forced a smile.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I was just unsure about something… but now I’ve made up my mind.”</div></div>
<p class="text">It intrigued me, but I didn’t ask. I wasn’t in the mood to hear her out right then.
Later, I realized I’d made a mistake.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P107')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">It was hard to process. My whole body shook just thinking about it.
I took a deep breath, called Jessica, and asked about Lily.
She said they were at the hospital.
I started the car and headed straight there to meet them.</p>
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I sat in the waiting area, nerves on edge.</p>
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<p class="text">A few minutes later Jessica came out with a nurse carrying Lily in arms.
The second I saw my wife, everything from that afternoon flooded back: her hand on John’s cock, her body in that black lingerie, sitting on his lap.
It hit me like a punch.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P164')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">To make matters worse, she was still dressed like she’d just stepped out of that room. She’d thrown on a short plaid skirt over her panties barely covering anything and a cropped tie-front blouse over her bra that pushed her breasts up and left her midriff completely exposed.
He held a pen and a notebook in his hands, where he’d jotted down everything the doctor had said about Lily.</p>
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<p class="text">She had a cynical smile on her face.
I couldn’t tell if it was because she was happy to see Lily, or because of what she’d just done a few moments earlier.
Heads turned as she walked through the lobby. I felt jealousy burn through me.
I forced myself to stay calm, took Lily from nurse arms, and asked about our daughter’s condition.
We talked quietly as we headed to the parking lot.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P165')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">But just as we stepped outside, a thin black guy panhandling by the entrance locked his eyes on Jessica.
He stared openly full-on leering at her ass as she walked, hips swaying in those shorts.</p>
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<p class="text">I caught him looking. He saw me looking back.
Didn’t even flinch. Just kept staring.
My anger snapped.
As soon as we reached the parking lot, I turned to Jessica and said in a loud voice:</p>
<a class="choice" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P165a')">Jessica, is that appropriate attire for a married woman to wear outside the house?</a>
<a class="choice2" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P165b')">Why are you dressed like that? You look like a prostitute!</a><div class="dialog-container">
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<div class="dialogsR">“Jessica, is that appropriate attire for a married woman to wear outside the house?”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica shot me a look that made it clear she didn’t appreciate my concern.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Our daughter was feeling ill. I rushed out to get her from school and bring her to the hospital. I didn’t have time to change.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“But look at yourself. You know how attractive your body is. You put on these clothes and go out in public. I’m fine with it at home, but I don’t like it on the street. Just now that disgusting guy was staring at you because of what you’re wearing.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica’s face hardened. She snapped back.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“That’s enough, Robert. He didn’t even touch me. What do you want me to do blindfold every man I pass? Stop it. Stop bothering me, okay?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Why are you dressed like that? You look like a prostitute!”</div></div>
<p class="text">The words flew out before I could stop them anger talking, not me.
Jessica’s face went stone cold.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“What did you just call me?”</div></div>
<p class="text">I regretted it instantly, but the rage pushed me on.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“These tiny clothes… couldn’t you have put on something that covers you more?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Are you serious? I rushed out the door to get our sick daughter, and this is how you humiliate me?”</div></div>
<p class="text">Her face flushed red with fury.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Every guy out there is staring at you even that beggar couldn’t keep his eyes off your body.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Maybe I should dress like this more often. Who knows I might find a man who isn’t so damn insecure.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She delivered the line like a knockout punch, ending the fight.
I stood there, stunned and ashamed.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P166')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">Then Jessica took Lily from my arms, buckled her into the car seat, and drove home.
I followed in my own car.</p>
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<p class="text">That night Jessica was distant sulky, barely speaking to me. We put Lily to bed together in silence, then went to our room and did the same.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P167')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">The next morning Lily was feeling much better, but the air between Jessica and me was still off, heavy.
John didn’t message her all day. That put me at ease.
I had a good, productive day at work. By the time I got home that evening, I felt more relaxed no disasters, no new notifications.</p>
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<p class="text">It even put me in the mood. I wanted Jessica.
But she was still cold, still upset about how I’d spoken to her at the hospital.</p>
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She brushed them off. Every one.
We went to bed early. Jessica turned away, muttered “good night,” and was out.</p>
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<p class="text">I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling.
Sad. Angry. Hurt.
The woman I loved more than anything had made it clear our sex life didn’t matter to her anymore.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P169')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">The next day at work, my phone buzzed with a notification from Jessica’s monitoring app.
It was John...</p>
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<div class="messageH">Hi Aunt Jessica. Time to pay up what you owe me. When are you coming to my room to finish what we started?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">John, please. Our deal was one handjob and you’d leave me alone. I did my part. Now do yours.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">What part? You barely got me going. The deal was to make me cum, and you didn’t. You left me hanging I had to finish myself, and it took forever.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">My daughter was sick. I had to take her to the doctor. I couldn’t stay.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">I get it. But when are we finishing this? We had a deal, Aunt Jessica. You make me cum, I disappear. Simple. Do your part, I’ll do mine.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Boy, don’t you see how insane this is? We’ve already gone too far. I’m married. I’m a mother. I never should’ve done what I did. Let’s end this madness. Think what would happen if your uncle found out I touched you. I can’t even imagine it. Please just leave me alone. Study, focus on college, find a girl your age, and forget about me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">How can I forget the woman of my dreams? How can I forget that she stroked my cock and sat on my lap? Tell me, Aunt Jessica how do I erase that afternoon? It’s impossible. You know it. All I’m asking is we finish it. Make me cum, and I’m gone. You go back to your husband and your family. Deal’s a deal.</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica didn’t reply.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P171')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">The day dragged on.
That night I was already in bed when the phone lit up again.
It was Elizabeth.</p>
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<div class="messageE">Hey girl, we haven’t talked in ages. How’ve you been?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Oh, girl… a lot has happened. I’m so stressed out.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Damn. Spill everything. Start with what you decided about that whole thing.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I did exactly what you suggested. I went and finished it.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">No way. You actually jerked the boy off?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Yeah. I went to his room while Robert was at work.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Tell me everything. How’d it go down?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I put on that black lingerie and went in. He was already waiting, completely naked, that huge cock pointing right at me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">God, that’s hot. The boy’s dangerous.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">It happened so fast. I sat in front of him and started stroking. At first I felt dirty, but then… I don’t know, the adrenaline kicked in. Doing it behind Robert’s back it got exciting.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">You little slut. Damn, I wish that was me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Shut up. You don’t get it. The boy’s a machine. I tried every trick, and he didn’t even flinch. If it had been Robert, he’d have finished in a minute. But John just sat there, cool as ever.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Wow. These young guys are something else. We get stuck with our husbands’ quick triggers, and then there’s pure stamina like that. Pure fun.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">My arm got tired, so I paused for a second to catch my breath. That’s when the boy sitting next to me asked me to sit on his lap.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Oh my God, what did you do?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I did it. I was already too far gone I gave in completely.</div></div>
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<img src="images/Elizabeth2.jpg">
<div class="messageE">Tell me everything. I need details.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He started running his hands over my legs, whispering all kinds of dirty things. Then we just stared at each other in silence… so close to kissing.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Damn, I can feel the tension from here.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">He finally said we should keep going. Hand wasn’t cutting it, so he asked for a blowjob.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">No way. Did you?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I said no at first. Got off his lap and went back to stroking him harder this time, bringing my face closer, even gave him a little smile.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">You’re killing me. That’s so hot I’m practically touching myself reading this.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Yeah. I threw my clothes on and ran out… but wait till you hear the worst part.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">What happened?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">When Robert got to the hospital, he barely asked about Lily. All he cared about was me wearing “indecent” clothes, saying men were staring and I should be ashamed. I’d rushed out the door I didn’t have time to change.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Robert’s just weak and insecure. Don’t let it get to you. You’re a stunning woman. Men are going to look no matter what you wear.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Stop it! I was so close… inches away from taking that huge, thick cock in my mouth…</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">But…?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">But my phone rang. School called Lily was sick. I had to go pick her up.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">You’re kidding. Right when it was getting good? Feels like fate or something.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">That’s what I thought too. We fought, and now I’m sitting here pissed at him, wondering what the hell I’m going to do.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">About what?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">The boy messaged me again. Says we’re not finished, that I didn’t hold up my end because he didn’t cum.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Well… he’s got a point.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">What? I jerked him off like he wanted. I’m done with this mess.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Yeah, but the whole idea was to make him cum and put the fire out, remember? From what you told me, you just poured gasoline on it.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">It’s not my fault. I was out of my mind. Now he wants me to finish what we started with me sucking him off.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">That boy knows exactly what he’s doing, lol. So what are you going to do?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I have no idea. I’m mad at Robert, I’m horny as hell because we haven’t had sex in forever, and the boy… God, he’s driving me crazy.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Want to know what I’d do in your shoes?</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Tell me.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Suck the boy off. Kill that desire I know you’re feeling. Let yourself go, woman you deserve it. Think about everything you do for your family every single day. You’re allowed a little fun.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I don’t know, Elizabeth… I feel like I’m going way too far.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">I’ve told you what I’d do. The rest is up to you.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">I’ll think about it. I need to rest for a bit. We’ll talk later.</div></div>
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<div class="messageE">Okay, love. Don’t forget to update me. Kisses.</div></div>
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<div class="messageJ">Kisses…</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P183')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I was furious after reading that conversation.
If I’d had a gun, I would’ve driven straight to Elizabeth’s house and shot the bitch. But I didn’t have the guts. All I could do was curse her in my head and wish her the worst.
I couldn’t believe Jessica’s words. She’d actually enjoyed it. The adrenaline, the thrill of doing it behind my back. And now she was seriously thinking about going back to finish him off.</p>
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<p class="text">There was nothing I could do but lie down and try to shut my brain off for a while.
Jessica was doing the same thing, apparently stretched out on the sofa, watching her soap operas like nothing was wrong.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P184')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">It was late at night when my phone buzzed again.
Jessica had messaged John.</p>
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<div class="messageJ">John. Tomorrow we end this once and for all. I’ll come in the afternoon after you get home from work. I’ll make you cum. Then you keep your word and leave me alone or you’ll see a side of me you don’t want to know. I’m serious. Break the deal and I’ll ruin your life.</div></div>
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<div class="messageH">Deal, Aunt Jessica. I’ll be waiting in my room tomorrow. We finish it, and I’m gone. You have my word. See you tomorrow.</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P185')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I was shocked and furious with my wife.
Was she really going to pay this “debt” to the boy, my nephew?
I couldn’t believe it. But I clung to the one bright side: once she finished him off, it would all be over. The boy would leave her alone, and my family could go back to normal.</p>
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I entered the house quietly from the rear, went straight to the wooden shed, and took my place at the hole.
From here, I could see everything clearly.
But deep down I knew what I was about to witness wouldn’t be pleasant at all.</p>
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It was terrifying. Massive length, frightening thickness a real horse cock.</p>
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<p class="text">Minutes later came the knock.
John opened the door.</p>
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<p class="text">Her blonde hair fell loose over her shoulders. She wore a light brown dress that clung to every curve, paired with a short white jacket on top.
My wife looked stunning, as always.
John stood there naked, face to face with her, cock pointing straight at her like a weapon.
They were both standing. He stared deep into her eyes.
But Jessica spoke first:</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Then let’s get started.”</div></div>
<p class="text">John looked her up and down and said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Yes, but you’re still dressed.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I’m not stripping for you, boy. It’s just a handjob.”</div></div>
<p class="text">John’s face darkened. He frowned, voice dropping low and intimidating as he stared at her.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“You’ll do what I say, Aunt Jessica!”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“All right, John.”</div></div>
<p class="text">He’d intimidated her. She obeyed without another word.
As she started undressing, John watched with a dark, hungry smile.
I sat frozen in the shed, anger boiling, but mixed with a twisted arousal I hated myself for feeling.</p>
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<p class="text">Jessica stopped at black panties and matching bra.
John’s eyes narrowed.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Why’d you stop?”</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P191')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">She hesitated, shocked he wanted her completely naked.
But she kept going, peeling off the last pieces until she stood there bare.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Is this good enough now?”</div></div>
<p class="text">John looked like he’d won the lottery eyes wide and shining, mouth practically watering. No surprise. Jessica naked was unreal, perfect, the kind of sight that hits you in the gut.
He stared for a long second, then said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Wow, you’re hot, Aunt Jess. Turn around for me.”</div></div>
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<p class="text">The second her back was to him, John slapped that huge ass hard sound echoing in the small room.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“What a delicious white ass. Fuck… look at all that. That ass, those thighs, those thick legs. You’re a hot piece of work, Aunt Jess.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica stayed silent.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Before we start, I want to give you a massage. That okay?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Sure, John. I accept.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Then lie on your stomach on the bed. Get that big ass up in the air.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica climbed onto the bed and lay face down, arching slightly so her massive ass rose high.</p>
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<p class="text">John grabbed some lotion from the nightstand, straddled her legs, and started rubbing it into her back slow, deliberate circles.
Then lower, working the thick thighs, the calves.
All the while massaging, he asked:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Are you enjoying the massage, Aunt Jess?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Yes… you have really good hands.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“What beautiful feet, Aunt Jess. Princess feet.”</div></div>
<p class="text">He started tickling the soles. Jessica burst out laughing, squirming.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Stop it, John! I’m ticklish there!”</div></div>
<p class="text">He stopped, grinning, then shifted higher. His hands landed on that giant ass light slaps at first, then both palms gripping a cheek each, shaking it, making it jiggle nonstop. He looked lost in it, eyes wild.</p>
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<p class="text">After a minute he flipped her over onto her back.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P195')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">The boy climbed on top of her, straddling her hips, and locked eyes with her.
They just stared silent, intense until John leaned in for a kiss.
Jessica turned her face away.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Please, John, stop it. I already told you about this.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Aunt Jessica, look at us. We’re both naked on this bed. This can only end one way.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica fought with everything she had left, clinging to that last thread of resistance against the pull of adultery. But that afternoon, it didn’t feel like a simple handjob was going to be the end of it. Something more seemed inevitable.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No, John. Nothing is going to happen between us.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I was losing it in the shed, panic rising, so I started praying desperately to St. Joseph for help right now.
John just looked at her and said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Let me at least give you some pleasure this afternoon.”</div></div>
<p class="text">He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Looks like someone’s excited. Your nipples are rock hard.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Please, John… stop.”</div></div>
<p class="text">He only smiled wider, slid lower, and spread her thick legs wide, exposing her pussy completely.
Jessica realized what he was about to do.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No, John! please stop!”</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P198')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">He ignored her. His mouth was on her in an instant tongue working slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
He explored every inch, alternating pace: fast licks, then slow, lazy circles, teasing her clit, dipping inside.
Jessica started squirming, hips twisting side to side.</p>
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<p class="text">She was clearly feeling it, fighting not to show it, biting her lip, eyes squeezed shut.
But she couldn’t hold out.
A low moan escaped her. Then another.</p>
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Jessica lay there, legs still spread, breathing heavy.
He knelt between them, gripping that massive cock, lining it up with her pussy ready to push in.</p>
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<p class="text">My heart nearly stopped. This was it the moment she’d cheat for real.
But Jessica spoke up.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“No, John… don’t. Please let me go.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“All right. But you loved that oral. Pay me back with a dance and don’t forget my happy ending.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica nodded quickly.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Okay. I’m in.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She climbed off the bed. John sat on the edge, legs apart.
She stood in front of him.</p>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“What do you want me to dance?”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“How about a striptease? But first get on all fours on the floor and crawl to that little table.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Okay.”</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica dropped to her hands and knees and started crawling slowly across the room.</p>
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<p class="text">It was insane how turned on it made me, watching my wife crawl like that ass swaying, back arched, completely submissive.
John devoured the sight, eyes hungry.
When she reached the table, she stopped, still on all fours, and looked back at him over her shoulder.
John grabbed his phone, put on some low, pulsing music, and said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Let’s get started.”</div></div>
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I was speechless I’d never seen my wife move like that. She let go completely, showing off real talent, hips rolling smooth and confident.
John lost it. He leaned back, hand on his cock, stroking slow as he watched.
Jessica turned her back to him. Every shake made that big ass and thick thighs jiggle and ripple. She was putting on a full show, no holding back.</p>
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I’d never seen this side of her. She was loose, wild, like a different woman altogether. Another version of Jessica I didn’t know existed.
When the bass dropped, she arched her back hard, dropped low to the floor, hips popping to the rhythm.</p>
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<p class="text">It was maddening.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Damn, Aunt Jessica… what the hell is this?”</div></div>
<p class="text">She dropped low to the floor, bouncing with the beat.</p>
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<p class="text">Then rose up slow, wiggling that big ass the whole way.
She walked right up to him and stopped, standing close.
John killed the music.</p>
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She started slow taking just the head in her mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling.</p>
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<p class="text">John threaded his fingers through her blonde hair and said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“That’s it, Aunt Jess. Suck my big cock.”</div></div>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P206')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">She licked the head like it was a melting popsicle tongue flat, moving in slow, deliberate circles.
Jessica kept going, sucking faster, taking more of John's cock into her mouth, but she could barely get past the halfway mark.</p>
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<p class="text">My poor wife never stood a chance against a size like that. She gagged hard, coughed, eyes watering as she pulled back.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P207')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">But she didn’t stop. She kept going frantically.
She wrapped both hands around his shaft, mouth and fingers working together at breakneck speed.</p>
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<p class="text">John moaned, head falling back.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Damn… what a hot mouth. Holy shit!”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Now get up and lie down on the bed.”</div></div>
<p class="text">John stood up to move, but Jessica never let his cock slip from her mouth. She kept sucking as he shifted, refusing to release it even for a second her desire for that thick member was that intense.
At one point, she glanced toward the hole in the wall where I was watching her.</p>
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Before lying down, she began to suck John's plump balls with desire, alternating again to his glans with speed.</p>
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<p class="text">He rolled her eyes and bit his lip with lust.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Holy shit, you don't stop for a second, do you want to make me cum so badly?“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Today is the day. This ends here.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“No, Aunt Jessica… this is where it begins.”</div></div>
<p class="text">I watched with disgust, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Everything unfolding right in front of me I couldn’t believe it.
Then she finally pushed him back onto the bed and dove mouth-first onto that monstrous cock, as if his words had only turned her on more.</p>
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<p class="text">All I felt was jealousy burning through me.
John was giving my wife something I never could something she clearly craved.
And there was nothing I could do but watch it happen.</p>
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Then John grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and took full control.
He started thrusting into her mouth fast, deep, relentless.</p>
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<p class="text">Jessica struggled for air, choking.
Finally he stopped, letting her gasp and catch her breath.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Damn, Aunt Jess… I’m almost there. I can’t hold it anymore.”</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“We don’t have much time left. Finish it quickly, John.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She knelt on the floor in front of him. He stood up, hand pumping his cock right in front of her face, moaning louder and louder he was right on the edge.
As Jessica saw him tense up, she stuck out her tongue, ready to catch every drop of that hot cum in her mouth.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Fuck, Aunt Jess… that was the best cumshot of my life.”</div></div>
<p class="text">She didn’t say a word. She just stayed there on her knees, savoring the taste on her tongue, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as she stared at John’s cock still huge, still thick, even after he’d emptied everything into her mouth and across her skin.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“So tell me, Aunt Jessica… how do you feel after all this? Satisfied?“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Yes… it was good. But this ends here, do you understand?“</div></div>
<p class="text">She said it while wiping the semen from her face with her fingers, then slowly brought them to her mouth, sucking and swallowing every last drop.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Good? For someone who’s licking their lips with my cum all over them, that was more than good, don’t you think?“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“John, answer me. Did you understand?“</div></div>
<p class="text">For a moment, my throat went dry when I saw that. I couldn’t think, hear, or speak. I swallowed hard loud enough that the sound echoed in the small, dark shed.</p>
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She clearly loved it. The satisfaction was written all over her face her eyes sparkling with it.</p>
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<p class="text">But there was no way she could know I was there. The shed was pitch black inside, and I was sure she couldn’t see anything through the tiny hole.
John then began to speak, drawing her attention back to him.</p>
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<div class="dialogsH">“We had an agreement, and you held up your end. I’ll hold up mine too. But something tells me… you’ll come looking for me again.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Only in your dreams.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Then I’d sleep forever if it meant ending up right back here with you.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Okay, let’s wrap this up here. I have to get back soon. It’s getting late, and Robert must be on his way home from work.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“All right, Aunt Jessica. Don’t forget your things… and don’t forget about me completely. Don’t be shy call me sometime just to chat. I’d love that.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Boy, you’re crazy, you know that, right?“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsH">“Only crazy about you, gorgeous.“</div></div>
<p class="text">Jessica frowned and turned away. She quickly gathered her clothes, threw them on, and rushed out as fast as she could clearly terrified I’d get home before she had time to compose himself.
John lay down on the bed and stayed there, reliving every moment. He had gotten exactly what he wanted: a blowjob from my beloved wife, and he’d cum hard. He had won.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P218')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">All I could do was sit there in the dark, silent, replaying everything I’d witnessed and felt. Was I angry? Afraid? Sad? Horny? Had I actually enjoyed it? I didn’t know anymore; all these feelings were twisting inside my head.</p>
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<p class="text">When John finally got up and went to the bathroom to shower, I slipped out of the shed and headed straight to my car parked on the back street where I’d left it hidden.
I drove around to the front, parked like I’d just gotten home from work, and walked in through the main door.
The house was dark. No one was home Lily wasn’t back from school yet.
For a second I opened my mouth to call out for Jessica, but no sound came out.</p>
<a class="continue" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="SugarCube.Engine.play('P219')">Next Page ►</a><p class="text">I went to the bedroom and heard the shower running. I said:</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Honey, I’m home.“</div></div>
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<div class="dialogsJ">“Hi, honey! I’m taking a shower. Can you make something for us to eat? I’m starving. I spent the whole day out with Elizabeth today.“</div></div>
<p class="text">Those words lit a fire of rage inside me. She was lying straight to my face, but what was the point in confronting her now? Everything had already happened. So I just answered.</p>
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<div class="dialogsR">“Okay, honey.“</div></div>
<p class="text">Before heading to the kitchen, I lay down on the bed and thought at least this was the last time.
John had his fun. He promised he’d leave her alone. And Jessica… she certainly wouldn’t go looking for him again...
Right?</p>
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