At that moment, Fred saw their eight-year marriage in a flash. He had loved her so much, would have done anything to make her happy, until he found out he couldn’t give her a child and that she had fucked his kid brother.
That was what shattered everything.
Fred grabbed her hair, pulling it hard and rammed his cock deeper, forcing her back to arch and her head to go back. His hips snapped forward, driving deeper with every thrust, one hand still kneading her breast while the other held her steady.
Kate pushed back to meet him, matching his rhythm, their bodies moving together in a final, frantic dance. Her huge ass shook with each thrust he saw
The room filled with the wet sounds of their coupling, her soft moans mingling with his ragged breaths. “Yes! That’s it, baby!” she yelled, as he pounded her hard and fast from behind.
The more she yelled, the harder he banged her pussy, his cock ploughing through her inner walls as they contracted forcefully around him. The ache of her betrayal wasn’t sharp; it was low and slow, a coil tightening in his gut.
Shame, confusion, jealousy, they rose in waves crashing over him. Fred loved the amount of control he was exerting. He was conquering her. He spanked her buttocks again and again, increasing the intensity of the moment.
Something he had not done before, but from her reaction, she loved it, and he wondered if it was one of those naughty things Frank did to her.
Kate turned around and stared hard at him. She was probably surprised at how hard he was fucking her. She looked like a complete slut, her face screwed up in ecstasy, as her massive breasts wobbled from her sides.
He leaned forward to caress them as he fucked her. He’d had rough sex with his wife, but that night he was fucking her with everything left in him, because he was sure he would tell her the truth after the sex.
Kate was saying a lot of things as he rammed her pussy, and he was surprisingly very attentive. But even in her wild state, she was still very careful about what she said, careful not to spill any of her secrets.
She only went on about how much she had missed them together and how she wanted more of this every day. even though she knew she was lying. And in all she said, she was still begging him to go faster and harder.
Soon, she got so wild that she started jamming her fat ass against his crotch aggressively.
Fred was shocked, eight solid years, and he had never seen this bitchy part of Kate. Maybe this was the part of herself she turned on whenever she was with his brother.
He pulled out of her again and flipped her quickly, positioning her to lie on her back. Then, he raised her legs, allowing her to hang each of them on his shoulders. He pushed his cock into her hot pussy again, and Kate welcomed him with a growl. She pressed her butt against the bed as he went all deep down to her cervix.
Fred resumed the act of driving his monster cock in and out of her furiously. “Goodness…. fuck…. oh my God…. fuck… fuck me.”
He knew he was hitting her right. She begged him not to stop as he continued harder and faster. He allowed her to spread her legs wider as they went off his shoulders, hanging upright in the air like flag poles, but then he made sure they remained up that she even had to support them with her hands.
Then Kate came again, this time it was intense, the feeling of extreme pleasure overtook her entire body, she screamed at the top of her voice as she gripped the sides of his belly and pinched him hard.
Fred continued to pound her pussy as she trembled under him, saying things only she could comprehend. At that point, he was very close, one more long, deep thrust inside her cunt, and he shot his seed straight into her, filling up her pussy with his cum.
At the same time, a final orgasm rocked her whole body as she let out a shattering sound and rolled, panting heavily.
Later, in the stillness that followed, Fred pulled Kate into his arms, holding her close, wrapped in each other’s warmth; they lay tangled, her head on his chest, their breaths slowly settling into rhythm again.
She traced lazy circles on his skin with her fingers. Content but distant.
Harry stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it, his eyes fixed somewhere far beyond it, in the dark space where thought became dread.
A sour taste filled his mouth. He was ready to spill as soon as the warmth drained from his chest; their body still pressed against each other felt suddenly foreign.
“One more night,” Fred whispered to himself.
He would tell her everything tomorrow night. He couldn’t spoil this beautiful moment. Not yet. If only he knew it was his last night with her!
Kate straightened her nightie with trembling fingers and turned slightly, her back still to him. She knew this was their last time. At least she had given him a fitting farewell, passionate enough to leave no suspicion, tender enough to feel like love.
Everything was already in motion. Frank had called earlier that evening; he had left the house and was safely lodged at a discreet hotel near the airport. Tomorrow morning, she and Mira would slip away to join him.
By noon, they would be on a plane, vanishing forever. By this time tomorrow, Fred would receive the carefully worded message she had prepared for him, explaining nothing and everything at once.
Kate smiled into the darkness, a small, victorious curve of her lips. She had never lost before. And she wasn’t about to start now.
Rhoda stood frozen in the middle of the driveway, her phone clutched so tightly in her hand that her knuckles had gone white. The message on the screen refused to make sense, no matter how many times she reread it.
“Don’t bother looking for me, Rhoda. I’ve gone far away to start a new life with my real family. I’m sorry. Take care of yourself.”
“What family?” she whispered, her voice cracking. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. This had to be a cruel joke. Frank was probably upstairs in his apartment right now, hiding behind the curtains, waiting for her to storm in so he could laugh and pull her into his arms.
Any second now, he would appear, grinning that boyish grin of his, and say it was all a stupid prank.
She moved through the compound like a ghost, calling his name in a rising, desperate voice. “Frank? Frank! Come out, this isn’t funny!”
Her heels clicked sharply against the concrete as she circled from the front gate to the back garden, peering through windows, checking the garage, even knocking on the door of the small storage shed.
Each unanswered echo made the knot in her stomach tighten.
Meanwhile, several streets away, Jessica slammed the door of her car and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. Fury boiled in her chest, hot and ugly.
Hours had passed since Harry had casually mentioned sending her share of the money through Rhoda.
She had called Rhoda repeatedly, ten, fifteen times. Each ring goes straight to voicemail. Not a single callback. Not even a text.
“If that bitch thinks she can ghost me and keep my money…” Jessica hissed through clenched teeth, holding on tight to the steering wheel. She had driven to Rhoda’s apartment earlier, only to find it empty.
Now she was heading straight to Frank’s place. If Rhoda wanted to play games, she was more than ready to go nuclear. She would tell Frank everything—every filthy detail about Rhoda and Harry, the wild threesome that had left Rhoda unconscious, even the affair with Fred.
Let the whole house of cards collapse. Rhoda had pushed her too far.
Back at the compound, Fred’s car screeched to a halt outside the gate. He burst out, phone still glowing in his hand, face twisted in a mask of disbelief and raw pain.
Kate’s message had arrived like a blade between the ribs: Fred, I’m sorry. Mira has never been yours. She’s Frank’s. We’ve left, far away. Don’t try to find us. I hope you can forgive me one day.
He had known about Mira’s true paternity for years. The secret DNA tests, the sterile diagnosis he had hidden from the world, but he had chosen silence to keep the child he could never father himself.
But he had never imagined the betrayal would go this far. Eloping? Taking his wife and the little girl he had raised as his own and vanishing forever? His heart felt like it had been ripped out and stomped on.
He pounded on the front door with both fists, voice hoarse and breaking. “Frank! Open this damn door! Frank! Kate! Mira!” No answer. Only the hollow echo of his own fury. Rhoda rounded the corner of the building for the third time and stopped dead.
When she saw Fred there, dishevelled, eyes wild, shouting so rapidly that the words blurred into angry noise. She couldn’t make sense of anything he was saying. He looked like a man unravelling at the seams.
“Fred… what’s going on?” she asked, her voice small. He didn’t answer with words. He simply thrust his phone at her, screen still open to Kate’s message. Rhoda took it with shaking hands and read.
At first, the words swam. Then pieces began slamming together like wreckage in a storm. Slowly, she realised there was a connection between the message she had received from Frank and the one Fred had received from Kate.
Kate’s confession. Mira, Frank’s child.
Her Frank… eloping with his own brother’s wife. The ground seemed to tilt beneath her feet. “How?” she breathed, wiping her face repeatedly as if she could erase the nightmare.
“How is Mira his? How could he… with Kate?”
Tears spilt over before she could stop them. The man she had planned a future with had been sleeping with his brother’s wife, fathering a child, and now running away to start a new life while she stood here like a fool.
Just then, the compound gate burst open with a metallic clang. Jessica strode in, heels clicking with purpose, her face set in righteous anger, until she saw them. The horror etched on both their faces stopped her cold.
Fred looked ready to murder someone. Rhoda’s cheeks were streaked with tears, her eyes hollow with shock. For a split second, Jessica wondered if someone had died.
She opened her mouth to ask, but the words died in her throat.
Fred and Rhoda walked straight past her without a glance, shoulders brushing hers as they moved toward the house like sleepwalkers. Their expressions warned her that one wrong word, and they might tear her apart.
Jessica stood frozen in the middle of the compound, the engine of her car still idling behind the gate. The rage that had driven her here suddenly felt small and misplaced. Something catastrophic had clearly happened, something bigger than her money, bigger than her threats.
She would have to figure it out herself now. And she would have to decide, very carefully, whether she still held any cards worth playing… or whether the entire deck had just been set on fire.
The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.
Written by Tito
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