His Second Wife by Favor V April

I was still standing there, staring at the time. I was at a loss as to which room to search for her. Damn! It was infuriating to have such a large house with so many rooms. I double-checked the time; it was now 11 p.m. Then I heard the door open, revealing my wife, dressed in an extremely short dress. She appeared to be rather seductive, but that was far too much for a married woman. I could tell she was drunk by the way she was walking. I knew she wouldn’t make it upstairs when I saw her trying to close the door. I made a hasty descent down the stairwell. I cradled her, my gaze fixed on her face. I could see she had consumed a large amount of alcohol.

“Why did you have to drink so much, Camille?”

She simply gave me a contemptuous glance. Then she started vomiting on me.

Fuck!

I took her into our room and immediately went to the bathroom to bathe and moisturize her. I went to the closet to find her something to wear, but she had already removed all of her clothing and belongings from our room. As a result, I settled for my shirt. I know that my wife is in distress, and I’m not expecting things to improve between us, but recent events have exceeded my expectations. I wasn’t expecting to bathe her again. I wasn’t expecting her figure to be quite that seductive. I’ve seen her naked many times before.

What am I saying? The girl is rarely dressed.

This caught me completely by surprise today. My body was at an instantaneous level of arousal. I wish I could get into bed and sleep, but I am unable to do so in this state. I’m human, and I make mistakes, but I’ve never taken advantage of a woman. I know that I am a jerk, yet I retain some self-control.

My wife is a self-contained entity who causes me to question everything I’ve ever believed. I’m madly in love with her. Yes, you heard right, but I am incapable of having her or telling a 22-year-old that I love her. She is far too immature. Before I go to sleep, I need to calm my body. I leaned against the wall, awaiting the quenching of the fire in my veins to calm down. No woman has ever had such an effect on me. Don’t get me wrong, I can be hard, but Camille’s ability to make me hard is much beyond my comprehension. When my tiny dick, as she calls it, was now in check. Well, I know I don’t have a tiny dick, but hearing my wife say it hurts, makes me question if all these small lads have larger cocks than mine.

Why is it that she constantly manages to make me doubt myself?

I brushed it aside and crawled to bed. We slept in our own bedroom, as a husband and wife should. Even though we are not sleeping together, of course, I’m talking about fucking, having her here in my arms felt amazing. It’s the place where she belongs. But then, of course, I can’t tell her that.

The following morning, she awoke and turned to see herself in my arms. She was only wearing my shirt, and my hands were wrapped around her waist, and now we were facing one another as if we were engaged in a battle for supremacy. We met one other’s gaze without grimacing. This girl makes me wonder if the ladies who are perpetually submitting to me are faking it. Camille is as solid as a rock. No matter how much water you pour on it, the water will evaporate, but the rock will remain. I mean, look at me. I am handsome and sexy and I know it, yet my abs and face are irrelevant to this girl.

any males in this

broke eye contact because I was certain she

trying

“Camille, good morning.”

well. She rose from the bed and made her way to the door. I made my way to the

toying with her. I registered for my position and I cursed myself for what I had done. I had completely forgotten that she was not wearing any panties or even a bra. Her small delectable pussy was outside

Fuck!

this traitor of a cock doesn’t suit me,

Fuck!

a tent of its own under my pants. She stepped towards the door and flung her shirt up, showing me a full view of her sinful ass that I could only watch but not

“Camille!”

but she simply turned around and gave me the middle finger before shutting the door. I looked at my now hard cock. Dammit, she is… Fuck Chris, no

effect she has on me? Is she aware of how much she

Fuck!

of surviving the day. I dashed into the bathroom and immediately began riding solo. I cursed the day I asked Mary to take Camille into my room. It was a big mistake, a fucking mistake. I did this to myself. Finally, I exploded into a

“What the fuck, Camille?”

once again and started swaying her sinful ass. She then turned, her gaze falling on my member, eyeing me from head to toe. I knew my member wouldn’t survive that blow, it was going to be hard again and so I started riding solo all over again. Fuck, why does her ass seem to affect me this

by a little girl who made him ride solo. I’m

took a seat to have breakfast. Camille and Liam were absent from the breakfast table. Then I noticed my ex-wife making her way

she get right this time? I’m not marrying her, NEVER, not in this life ever again, not even the next life, and 7 more lives