Shattered Vows: My Whore Wife’s Dyke Downfall
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Chapter 1: Yacht Club Revelry
Alex Harlan wiped the sweat from his brow, the salty tang of Chesapeake Bay clinging to his skin like a lover’s desperate grip. It was a sweltering July evening in Annapolis, 2008, the kind where humidity wrapped around your balls like a wet towel. He’d built his security consulting firm from nothing—ex-Army Ranger, sharp eyes that caught every twitch, every micro-lie in a suspect’s face. Grew up rough in Baltimore rowhouses, dodged bullets young, now spotting bullshit for cheating husbands and corporate snakes.
The yacht club pulsed with bass-heavy music, fairy lights strung across teak decks overlooking the water. Alex nursed a Jack Daniels neat, surveying the crowd. His wife, Sophia—curvy blonde bombshell with tits that strained every blouse, ass like two ripe melons—had dragged him here. “Networking, baby,” she’d purred that morning, her manicured nails raking his chest. But her eyes darted left when she said it. Classic tell. Foot tap under the breakfast table. He knew.
Victor Langston, the tech mogul client whose firm Alex had just stabilized, clapped him on the back. Victor: slick black hair, gym-rat build, shark smile. “Alex, my man! You saved my ass with those audits. Meet Elena, my better half.” Elena sauntered over, redhead firecracker in a slinky black dress hugging her hourglass figure, nipples poking like diamonds. She smelled of jasmine and sin, lips full and painted crimson 💋.
“Pleasure,” Elena cooed, her hand lingering on Alex’s forearm, fingers electric. Sophia laughed too loud at something Victor said, her hand on his bicep. Alex felt the twist in his gut. But he played cool, eidetic memory filing every glance, every brush of thigh.
Later, slipping away for a smoke on the shadowed dock, planks creaking underfoot, waves slapping pilings like wet flesh on flesh. He heard moans from a cabin cruiser moored nearby. Peering through salt-streaked glass, there was Elena—legs splayed wide, skirt hiked to her waist, some tattooed stud pounding her dripping cunt doggy-style. Her tits swung wild, red hair matted, screams raw: “Fuck me harder, you bastard! Stretch my sloppy hole!” The air reeked of pussy juice and sweat. Alex’s cock twitched despite himself.
He backed off, pulse racing, when Elena emerged, adjusting her dress, smirking. “Spying, handsome? Victor doesn’t mind. We’re… open.” She licked her lips, tasting salt. “Sophia knows the game.”
Alex’s mind raced. Open? His marriage? Sophia, the girl he’d knocked up at 22, wild child from trailer park trash, now playing swinger with the elite?
Chapter 2: Molly-Fueled Madness
Weeks blurred. Alex drove revenue for Victor’s startup sky-high, from peanuts to millions, margins fat as Sophia’s ass. Cash flowed; life gleamed. Until the company gala, a sprawling waterfront mansion outside D.C., chandeliers dripping light, oysters on half-shells, champagne popping like corks from overfilled slits.
Victor cornered him by the bar, slipping a pill into Alex’s drink. “Relax, brother. Ecstasy. Best shit.” Alex swallowed, unaware. Heat bloomed in his veins, skin alive, cock throbbing painfully against his slacks. The room spun into a haze of flesh and perfume.
He stumbled to a balcony overlooking the Potomac, fog rolling off black water like cum smoke. Through French doors, glimpse of horror-bliss: Sophia, his Sophia, bent over a velvet chaise, Victor’s thick veiny cock slamming her from behind. Her dress torn open, massive DD tits bouncing, nipples clamped with silver bites. “Yes, Victor! Your dick’s so huge—ruin my married pussy!” she wailed, voice hoarse, juices squirting onto marble floors.
The crowd watched—swingers all, Elena on her knees devouring a stranger’s balls, slurping loud, gagging on shaft. Alex’s drugged body betrayed him; he stroked his bulge, mesmerized as Victor flipped Sophia, pile-driving her throat. Gagging retches, drool cascading over her chin, tits heaving. “Swallow it, slut! Your hubby’s downstairs clueless!” Victor growled.
Alex lurked shadow, heart hammering, cock leaking pre-cum. Sophia’s eyes met the door briefly—blank, lost in rut. Victor exploded, ropes of jizz painting her face, dripping into her open mouth. She scooped it, slurping greedily. “More… I need your cum in every hole.” They laughed, tongues tangling in filthy kiss.
Alex fled to his truck, puking over the rail, bile mixing with rage-tears. Home alone that night, fists clenched, replaying the scene. His dick hard again. Fucked his fist raw, imagining joining, no—claiming her back. But doubt festered like gangrene.
Chapter 3: Lies Unraveling 💋
Sophia gaslit him masterfully, her lies polished from years stealing daddy’s cash, joyriding stolen rides. “You’re paranoid, Alex. Too much work stress.” But her neck vein pulsed when she stared him down, palms sweaty-grasping his. He clocked it all—eidetic recall spotting the fidgets, blush creeps.
Their bed turned cold warzone. Kids—Emma, 19 firebrand with piercings; Ryan, 17 athlete; Lucas, 15 gamer—sided silent, but Alex saw their side-glances. He poured into gigs, fixing crooked casino loans in Atlantic City, pulling 90 cents on the dollar from bankrupt dives. Eighty-seven percent success. But home rotted.
One night, storm raging over the bay, thunder cracking like whips on bare ass, Alex woke to empty sheets. Sophia’s car gone. Tracked her phone to a seedy motel off Route 50. Parked dark, crept close. Window cracked: Sophia and Elena, naked, entwined on rumpled sheets smelling of cheap musk and cunt.
Elena straddled Sophia’s face, grinding her shaved slit over painted lips. “Eat my pussy, you cheating bitch! Tongue deep—yes, like that!” Sophia moaned muffled, hands kneading Elena’s plump ass cheeks, spreading them to rim her puckered hole. Slurping sounds wet, obscene. Elena bucked, squirting girl-cum down Sophia’s throat, choking gasps. “Drink it all, whore!”
They scissored fierce, clits grinding, tits mashed slick with sweat. Sophia’s fingers plunged Elena’s ass, three-knuckled deep, pumping. “Fuck my shithole, Sophie! Make me cum!” Orgasms ripped them, screams echoing, bodies quaking. Alex’s cock raged in his jeans, hand down pants stroking furiously. He came in his palm, shame-hot, slipping away unseen.
Back home, replayed it endless. His wife, dyke slut extraordinaire.
Chapter 4: Boutique Betrayal
Sophia pitched her dream: a high-end lingerie boutique with Elena, “Silks & Sins,” in Annapolis waterfront. “Wholesale trips to Vegas, baby—lingerie expos.” Her eyes locked bold, but thigh twitched. Lie within truth. Alex nodded, gut churning.
He’d moved to guest room, jerking to porn of busty blondes taking BBC anal, imagining Sophia wrecked. Kids noticed tension—Emma dropped college after weed bust, flipped burgers, blamed his “absentee ass.” Ryan and Lucas drifted to mom’s skirts.
Vegas trip loomed. Sophia packed lace thongs, vibrating toys peeking from suitcase. “Wish me luck.” Kissed his cheek, lips tasting mint lies. Plane whooshed off.
Alex hacked her email—old habit from PI days. Hotel confirmation: Luxor penthouse, double queen. Shared with Elena. He flew standby, tailed them. Casino din assaulted: slots chiming, smoke thick as cum-fog.
Night two, poolside cabana spied. Sophia in micro-bikini, tits spilling, Elena oiling her back, fingers dipping into crack. Later, room service knock—Alex posed waiter. Door cracked: them nude, strap-on harnessed. Elena’s black dildo massive, veined, lubed glistening.
“Bend over, slut-wife!” Elena barked. Sophia ass-up, cheeks spread. Elena rammed in anal-first, Sophia shrieking: “Rip my asshole! Harder, fucktoy me!” Plunges brutal, balls-deep, Sophia’s pussy gushing untouched. Elena fisted her hair, spanking red welts. “Your hubby’s tiny prick never filled you like this!”
Climax: Sophia squirting arcs, Elena flooding her bowels with fake seed. Collapse heaving, tongues probing cum-smeared lips. Alex retreated, boner aching, rage fueling dark fantasies.
New twist: Confronted barfly pickup, voluptuous brunette Lena, pounded her senseless in his room—revenge fuck. “Fuck me like you hate her!” Lena begged, riding reverse cowgirl, ass clapping. Alex drilled her shithole raw, no mercy, painting her guts white. Her screams? Catharsis symphony.
Chapter 5: Email Apocalypse 🔥
Kids home devouring takeout pizza—clams casino, jalapeños biting—TV blaring some cult flick of forbidden lusts. Sophia’s flight landed. Alex checked laptop: email glaring.
“Alex, I’m sorry. Too young, too wild. Victor broke us, but Elena… she’s my soulmate. Love her pussy on mine, her strap in my guts. Wine shop’s cover—wait, lingerie legit, but us forever. Divorce me, lose kids. Lawyer says. Kids know. Call Sunday? Sophia.”
Fury boiled. He typed: “Knew you were whore. How many cocks, cunts filled you? Cuck here for kids. They chose you. Fuck off.”
Blocked numbers. Confronted kids: “How long?” Emma shrugged: “Year. You’re always gone—Philly, Miami, eight months away.”
“Making your life possible!” Wallet out, cash slapped. “Pack. Out. My fresh start awaits.”
They loaded truck, rain lashing like tears. Alone, Alex stripped, showered scalding. Memories flooded: Sophia’s first blowjob, sloppy teen eagerness. Now? Dyke cumdump.
Dawn broke. He called Elena—swinger secrets bonded odd. “Sophia’s yours. But tonight? Me.”
Chapter 6: Savage Reckoning
Elena’s mansion glowed, bay view stormy. She answered door naked, body oiled, nipples erect peaks. “Come claim revenge, stud.” Smell of arousal thick, candles flickering shadows on curves.
Alex grabbed her throat, shoved wall. “Your slut broke my home.” Kissed brutal, teeth clashing, hand fisting red bush. Fingers invaded sopping cunt—three, four, fist twisting. Elena bucked: “Ruin me! Fist-fuck like animal!” Gush soaked his arm, screams raw.
Bedroom warzone: he bent her doggy, cock—nine inches thick—spearing ass unlubed. “Take it for your whore-friend!” Grunts animal, cheeks rippling slap-slap. Elena begged: “Deeper! Breed my shitter!” Switched: throat-fucked till puke tears, then pussy piledriver, balls smacking clit.
Flashback pierced: Sophia’s moans replayed. Alex roared, flooding Elena’s womb. She convulsed orgasm, milking every drop.
Post-coital haze, Elena confessed: “Sophia’s dumpster fire. Fucked half club. Dumped her ass—too needy.”
Alex laughed dark. Drove dawn-lit roads, kids’ college funds wired secret. New life: Miami gigs, endless pussy. Sophia? Text ghosts: Begging back. Ignored.
Her downfall? Irony sweet. She crawled to Victor—rejected. Elena ghosted. Boutique tanked. Alex thrived, cock buried in fresh sluts weekly.
One night, Vegas redux solo: threesome with twin escorts. DP’d one ass-pussy stuffed, other facesitting. Cum symphony.
Betrayal forged beast. Whore wife dumped? His eternal win. 💋
