Page 43 of His Vengeful Tradwife

She was wearing a slinky yellow minidress with no bra on underneath, her nipples tight and taut against the almost see-through fabric of the dress. Her beautiful auburn hair was down and long, the waves falling over her creamy shoulders.

And she smelled absolutely divine, my mouth watering at the idea of finally getting to taste her again after so long.

She dimmed the lights, only leaving one on to shine a sort of spotlight on the bed.

Fuck, was she going to do something fucking weird and kinky to me? If so, I washerefor it.

"Anything, baby," I said eagerly.

I put the cloth in my mouth and secured it eagerly behind my head.

Smiling sweetly at me, Tallulah pulled out another cloth and wrapped it around my mouth. Her soft breasts brushed by my arms as she did, and I couldn't stifle a groan around my gag.

Next came my wrists, binding them tight with silky rope as my cock hardened in my pants.

Then she began to spin me around, slow at first, then faster and faster, almost driving me mad with desire.

Finally, she stopped.

"Come and get me if you can," she whispered, her voice low and wicked, then she shoved me into the closet and locked the door.

Nowwhat was she up to? Some kind of kinky sex closet game?

I was so fucking horny my erect cock hit the closet door before I did.

I began to hear voices in the other room and I was suddenly filled with a cold horror.

Who was out there?

I tried to free my wrists, but Tallulah had not tied them with a lover's knot. The knots were tight as fuck.

Practically ripping chunks out of my arm, I tried to work the cloth free as her bedroom began to fill with low breathy groans and worshipful murmurs.

I kicked at the closet doors, trying to burst through them.

I was locked in

"TALLULAH!" I raged, but of course the gag was tied so tightly around my mouth no sound came out.

I pressed my bloodshot eye to the crack and there she was.

On her knees in bed, the center of attention for all four of the beach volleyball players surrounding her. Moseki was kissing her, his tongue plunged into my wife's mouth. Hans was trying to peel the slinky dress off Tallulah’s lush body, elbowing Moseki aside to drag it over her heavy breasts and round hips.

When her breasts fell free from the silky dress, all four men groaned aloud, reaching forward to stroke her curves with worshipful fingers, bending down to lick and suck on her nipples so eagerly that their heads knocked together, straining against each other to press up against my wife.

"You're the hottest woman I've ever seen in my life," Lars said, stroking her hair as he captured her mouth for a kiss. "We're the luckiest goddamn men in the world."

Fuck, it was true.

I burned impotently, my knees knocking at the solid door, trying to wrench my wrists apart, my tears of rage and regret streaming down my face.

The wages of motherfuckingsin.

The end result of my unforgivable betrayal.

Tallulah laughed as they stroked her breasts, two men bending down to kiss her belly, and her eyes flicked over to where she knew I was locked in the closet.

Come and get me if you can

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