Betrayed My Billionaire Husband

"Come here, Honey," he whispered. He pulled my hand to go away from the spacious room, filled with people enjoying the party with music playing loudly, deafening my ears. And here we are, in a dimly lit corner of the room. He immediately pinned me against the wall. "Oh, do you want to do it here? What if someone sees us??" I started to panic. Yes, how could I not. he began to caress my v****a and kiss me with his lust. "Should I hold back?" I bit my lower lip. Truly, I could not resist his touch that so stimulated my desire. And he realized that. I could see it from his victorious smile. "Should I stop or continue, honey?" "Continue." And the next moment after I gave her that answer. He immediately knelt down and lifted my short skirt. Mischievously, he bit the underwear I was wearing. I chuckled at his antics. Until finally, he removed my underwear. "Ouh, shh, you are torturing me." I squirmed as I stood. One of my legs was resting on his shoulder, giving his easy and free access to enjoy my v****a. His tongue and lips were so skilled at giving me pleasure. My eyes closed as I felt his service. Until, he rose and captured my lips. His kiss tasted salty, surely because of the fluid he had sucked. And her next target was my breasts. One by one, he unbuttoned the overly tight shirt. he removed my bra and tossed it aside. he squeezed them with a delighted expression. "This is perfect. I love it." I just closed my eyes, feeling his suction there. His tongue played with the peaks of my breasts. And it felt ticklish with the arousing vibration. "Ah!" I moaned loudly, as he bit my n****e. And it was not just a moan that I did because of the bite on my n****e. But also the awakening of myself from the sweet and wild dream I had 6 years ago with that man. Regarding the figure who had bitten my n****e, it was Emily. "You bit it again, my little baby. You have to stop doing that or I can't give you more breastmilk, darling." The little creature lying next to me just smiled innocently. And she looked so adorable. She didn't look like she had just made a mistake with me. So how could I be angry with her. "Mom, I have to go to kindergarten, you should have prepared breakfast for me, right?" Oh, I forgot about this one. "I'm sorry, Theo. I'm tired because your little sister didn't sleep last night because of her fever. I'll get it ready in a moment." I got Theodor Alex Winston's sullen face. The kindergarten child I had forgotten this morning. "You can play your game first while waiting." His smile immediately blossomed. I had to do it. Even though playing games before going to school is the most prohibited thing. But I had to make an exception for today. "Alright. I'll wait, Mom," *** This is my day-to-day life as a mother of my two beloved children. I enjoy it quite a bit, although it is quite tiring. But I like it, even if not entirely. "I'm home, my dear," a greeting and a kiss I receive from my beloved husband. Morgan Petter Winston. He is the man I love deeply. And he loves me very much, that's what matters most. He gives me a warm embrace. "Rest now. Give this adorable little one to me." Emily, our little princess, is now in his lap. He doesn't even mind the stains on his shirt from Emily, whom I just fed. Truly, there are no other words to describe how fortunate I am to have a man like him. He is exceptional and successful. Morgan Petter Winston is a thriving businessman whose company has been growing rapidly for the past 7 years. The world acknowledges this and has listed him as a young CEO with the most brilliant success. His abundant wealth means I don't have to worry about the family's finances, which he already handles. "I've scheduled an appointment with Dr. Leon for you. You can consult with him. And if you'd like, I'll book a spa session for you this week." "Oh, thank you, Morgan." He is a very understanding husband. He is a family man through and through. Every aspect of our family is always under his attentive care. And it is never lacking. He has never lied. I have never found him involved with other women. His life history as a man who has everything is truly spotless. He was raised in a very good and warm family. They really like me. And his friendships are also remarkably positive. However, I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel unsatisfied. I even occasionally yearn for my old life. My wild life as a city girl who always played mischievously. Yes, I am Camille Harper, the wild night girl who loves to explore all kinds of pleasures and delights. I could never feel bored. And the one thing I enjoyed the most was s*x. I have mastered the Kama Sutra from cover to cover. From the most gallant and powerful to the ones that made me laugh. From old men to the very young. From wealthy men to those I met on the street. From the largest sizes to the ones that only satisfied me for a moment. I miss that thrilling s*x life from those times. So, where's the problem? The problem is the man I married is Morgan. Here is the translation of the text into good and correct English grammar: "You know, darling, it seems like I'm going to receive a new award. The branch of the company will soon be realized," he said enthusiastically. However, I didn't really care about his chatter. What was the focus of my attention at the moment was his body, which he began to undress. His broad chest on his muscular frame. His toned, sexy abs. And the part of his p***s that was so tempting for me to enjoy. "I'll take a quick shower. Then I'll make us dinner." Oh, I was so happy to hear that. But who would want to see his cooking skills and enjoy a delicious dinner when his body was so delectable. I approached and began to put my arms around his neck. "What would you like for dinner tonight, my love?" he asked. Mischievously, I brushed my lips and tongue against his neck and then his lips. "I want you, darling." You should know that my expertise is in seduction. And he was surely tempted by me. He then reciprocated what I was doing with a passionate kiss that I had longed for. But, "Oh, wait, I'm getting a call," he said. I was left wanting him. Disappointed, of course. He didn't even look at me and was busy with the caller. "Oh, I'll be meeting with an investor soon!" "That's great news," I replied, wanting to celebrate the wonderful news for him. Yes, although my heart was still disturbed by the unfulfilled desire and passion from earlier. "I'll shower quickly and prepare dinner. This will be a special dinner for us." He continued to chatter about all his successes. While I kept gazing at his body being drenched by the water. How unfortunate for me, I even began to envy the water that was able to touch his body so easily, while I had to sit and watch. I had been craving him so intensely to make love with me passionately. A wonderful game that would make me moan loudly and release a lot of fluid. Morgan is certainly a man who is great in bed. Even though he's not as wild as the men out there when playing with me. He's even very careful when entering my body and playing with it. There's nothing wrong with that. He is a good man. He is a good man who married a woman who always plays with wild men, far from good - that's me. And of course, I am a sane woman who would never marry a bad and wild man in bed just to satisfy my own lust, right? I need stability, security, and comfort to build my home and family. And Morgan gives me all of that. Happiness, attention, love and affection that are never lacking. Yes, even though my passion becomes the stake, I can still use it in other ways. I can handle it. Or maybe... not. *** Making love with him and getting the pleasure I want has become very difficult. Or the question is, is it really that difficult to make love with him and get the satisfaction I want? Let's try. "Hey, are you watching something? Soccer?" He turned to me with his handsome smile. "That's right, I'm sure I'll win this time."