Betrayed My Billionaire Husband

Our life

Morgan was so excited about the soccer match with his favorite club. He even turned up the volume on the TV now. "Come watch with me. This is going to be so exciting."

"Oh, come on, there's nothing more thrilling than 'our games', Mr. Winston."

I finally approached the bed where he was sitting and watching. But of course, I had to move quickly or I would lose the momentum again.

"O-oh, darling..." I guessed Morgan was a bit surprised. Because I didn't sit next to him and watch with him, but instead sat directly on his lap.

"I want you, darling," I expressed before I seized his lips and kissed him.

He smiled, and luckily, he didn't mind my desire.

I then lifted my dress, while Morgan took off his pants. I didn't need to open anything, because I had left my underwear in the bathroom earlier.

"A-akh, yeah," I moaned loudly as I finally felt his manhood greet mine. I rubbed it gently before finally sinking into it.

"Ahh," he let out a hoarse and heavy sigh. And I really liked it.

Finally, I opened my dress. And he followed suit by taking off his shirt.

I pumped at a much faster pace than before. I was very excited because I could finally get this feeling back.

But it seemed that a soccer commentator on TV was no less enthusiastic than my movements and play with Morgan. Morgan's attention even diverted a few times to glance at the screen behind my body.

's**t! Aren't my two breasts more tempting than that damn screen. I want him to grope them!' I grumbled irritatedly in my heart. And I really didn't want to ruin this moment. Until I finally reached for his hands to land on my breasts, which were swaying in time with the movement of my hips.

"Ahh, ahh" he moaned even louder.

And not long after that, I felt the warm fluid. He had reached his climax when I still considered it the beginning of the game.

"Sorry, darling, I'm tired today."

Trying to control my disappointment, I rolled to the side and lay down right next to him. "It's okay."

I guess he felt guilty for not being able to make me reach my climax, so he started to get up and sit facing me.

"Here, this will help," he said, using two fingers to rub my c******s and play with my hole.

The sensation was quite helpful. He might be able to make up for his mistake. His finger play was getting better. I even arched several times because the sensation was truly delightful. His thumb played with my c******s very well, and the two other fingers kept going in and out of my hole.

"O-oh, ahh..." I was almost there.

But unfortunately, the commentator was heard chattering again in his noisy way. And again, Morgan's attention had to be diverted. He no longer looked at me and was engrossed in watching the TV screen. Until his movements in my v****a slowed down and eventually stopped. Yes, that's right! Stopped just as I was about to reach the peak! Oh, imagine how frustrating that was for me.

"Morgan!"

I couldn't hold back and yelled at him while glaring at him. But he just turned to me with a naive look, "O-oh, I'm sorry, you didn't see, that was almost a goal."

I sighed, my anger was unbelievable. "And I was almost about to score my own goal, but you ruined it," I muttered softly, but I knew he could hear me.

"I'm sorry, my darling, I-"

"Nevermind, I'll just lie down."

She returned with a guilty expression. "I'll get the vibrator for you."

"No, don't bother."

I was already annoyed. But she didn't listen to me and immediately retrieved the vibrator from the drawer for me.

"I'm sorry, you don't mind using this for tonight, do you?" She asked.

I nodded and accepted the vibrator. I pressed the button to the maximum setting and touched it to my vaginal lips and then to my c******s.

"Ahh..." It felt incredible. I inserted the vibrating device into my opening.

"A-ahh, ouh," I began to babble due to the sensations I was experiencing.

However, then the sound of Emily's crying was heard, and it made me want to cry loudly. Much louder than what she was currently crying about.

"Ahh!!"

I had wanted to moan in pleasure, but instead, I let out a frustrated groan.

"Oh, darling, let me take care of Emily," he said.

"No. Don't bother. I'll do it."

Annoyed, I got up and walked away from Morgan. This night was truly chaotic.

"I'm sorry, darling," he said. Sadly, his apology only made me feel more pitiful.

"Oh, this is so irritating."

***

And here I am now, in my little princess's room while feeding her. In the dim light of the room, I gaze at the night that makes me feel lonelier. I can even feel a tear rolling down my cheek, merged with the melancholy in my heart.

'It wasn't like this before. It used to be so beautiful, why has my life changed like this?' I lament inwardly.

'My days used to be full of color and cheer. I was a free and very happy person. I should be happy now with the family I have. But why does this sense of loneliness and the situation make me feel so sad?'

Suddenly, the memory of making love with Morgan at that time flashes in my mind.

How he touched me with his ardor and passion. With his tenderness that ignited my desire. Making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Now it makes me cry sorrowfully, regretting the stark contrast with the present.

I miss those moments when I was loved, feeling the pleasure that chased away the loneliness after this exhausting day. But instead, I end up alone with my baby in this dark night. I long for the warm caress and the feeling of being pampered.

Perhaps this is the life of a woman after becoming a wife and mother of two children.

"Mom, aren't you going to your room? Is Emily having a fever again tonight?"

I turn around at the sound of my son's question. "Ah, no. She's just crying because she woke up. What's wrong, Theo?"

"I want you to read me a story," he says, holding out a book in his hand.

Oh, this is my life as a mother.

"Come here, Mom will read your book with Emily."

His little feet quickly walk towards me. I make him sit right on the couch where I breastfeed Emily. Luckily, his small body fits on this single sofa.

"Mommy, are you okay?" he asks.

I quickly wipe the traces of tears on my cheeks.

"Mom, are you crying?"

I shake my head, though my adorable little creature has already caught me. He immediately hugs me, and that makes me sink deeper into my sadness. "Mommy is fine, darling."

Unfortunately, even though I say so, I can no longer hold back my tears over the loneliness and sadness I feel.

"I love you, Mom."

My heart is touched to hear those words of love from that angelic voice. "I love you too, my dear."

After that emotional moment, I put both Emily and Theo to sleep. Time has flown, and it's already 2 am. When I return to my room, I find Morgan sleeping soundly.

I let out a long, heavy sigh. A bundle of frustration comes over me.

'Oh, he's already cooked dinner and worked all day, I know I can't be upset with him.' I think to myself. But the frustration over him being able to enjoy his favorite game, then ruining my ardor, failing to make me orgasm, and then just falling asleep while I had to take care of the children, is something I just can't ignore.

Instead of just continuing to be annoyed, I finally take my phone and walk out to the balcony to relax there.

"Maybe I should call someone about this shit..."