Troubled Wife Fancy Rival

The mansion was big. The season was hot, yet the room felt cold. A blonde-haired woman in a white night dress laid on the bed, tired when she hadn't done any work other than taking a walk in the evening. Her lips thin lips were pale and her body was warmer.

The room was painted with bright colors. The brightness was unlike what it witnessed every single disaster that came and went in vain without releasing any information outside.

She tilted her head at the sound of the door. She slightly gasped realizing it was already 8 pm. She did not need the watch for that for her husband came home from work around that time.

“How was your day, Marcus?“ The tan-skinned masculine guy who took his dark suit off in front of her did not say a word. Instead, he went to the bathroom and opened the shower tap which was heard by the woman, his wife. She closed her eyes trying to find either peace or sleep.

Her shining blue eyes suddenly opened at the sound of Marcus Clapping his hands to switch off the lights. The woman tilted her slim body so she was lying on one side, facing the wall but not Marcus. She knew Marcus no longer saw her as a wife but rather a toy. A sexual object.

His hands went under her dress with great force and got a little angry when he touched her underwear, “I thought I told you to not wear anything when your husband is beside you!“

His voice was low yet spoke dominant and aggressive character.

“I was feeling cold today. I also had a fever. I'm sorry it has bothered you this much,” She swallowed her liquid, closing her eyes while silently praying that it was the only thing she'd go through today.

Deep down she knew there was something worse coming even if she didn’t wear anything as Marcus preferred.

“Well. I'll have to punish you for not obeying your husband,” The words made her heart skip a bit. She had a hint of what was coming. Yelling or not, the room was soundproof. No voice was to get outside of it.

He tore the underwear she was wearing. That was followed with a dress. The low light illuminating from the bathroom exposed her bare body to Marcus's brown yet dark eyes. He didn’t wear anything so his hungry cock stood there like a turret in the armored tank.

Without a word, he turned her and now stood in a position like a dog. His head was now rubbing against her clit, closing his eyes and he felt the heat.

Today, his wife was extremely warm. It only took a few seconds and Marcus covered his head with saliva and inserted it inside of her. She gasped. It was huge. She was small. She was weak, he was strong.

The room was later filled with moans and groans. While Marcus was groaning in joy, his wife was screaming in pain.

“Marcus. Oh my ... please,” With that, Marcus turned her around and he was now facing her. He covered his dick with saliva again, lay on top of her, and spread her legs more widely. Before she knew it, the dick was inside this time pushing a whole of it inside of her walls.

She felt tears coming out of her eyes. The pain was like entering a finger into a wound. It was beyond bearable. She cried and cried but it only made his thrusts harder.

His thrusts were like a mixture of desire, selfishness, and hunger. The pain was sharpened by the ten-inch long dick whose diameter would cause discomfort even to women with the biggest vaginas.

“Marcus... Marc..“ She kept breathing for air until she ran out of it. Her body felt numb to the pain. The Marcus in front of her was now seen in a blurred version and the last person she'd ever seen in this world.

Marcus noticed how the body stopped producing heat, “Hey,” he shook her head, and that only made him realize what he had done.

His wife was no longer among the living.

Two years later

Under the scorching sun of Mexico, in the vibrant town of Tulum, lived a spirited young woman named Camilla. Her skin was kissed by the sun, and her eyes sparkled like the azure waters of the Caribbean Sea that stretched along the horizon. Life in Mexico was colourful and lively, and she embraced it with all her heart.

Well that Camilla was me.

Among the cheerful cacophony of a local fiesta, I met Pablo, a handsome young man with a smile that could light up the night sky. I was only sixteen and so was he. Curiosity got the best of me, and I mustered the courage to approach him.

"Hi there," I greeted, a hint of excitement in my voice.

His dark brown eyes met mine, and his smile widened, revealing a row of perfectly aligned teeth. "Hey," he replied, his voice smooth and inviting.

I noticed his dark, tousled hair that complemented his sun-kissed complexion. His easy confidence was captivating, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"I'm Camilla," I introduced myself, extending a hand.

"Pablo," he said, his warm hand enveloping mine in a gentle handshake.

As we exchanged pleasantries, the bustling fiesta seemed to fade into the background, and it felt as though it was just the two of us.

"There's something magical about this place, don't you think?" I smiled as I spoke in a soft voice.

"Absolutely. Tulum has a way of captivating your soul, revealing its treasures one by one." His eyes lit up, clearly expressing the love he has for Tulum.

"I've always felt a pull towards adventure. The idea of exploring this coastal paradise, it's like an irresistible siren's call."

"I completely understand. Have you ever swum in one of the cenotes nearby?" He looked at me, his dark brown eyes looking straight at mine. I looked away.

"Not yet, but I'm eager to. The thought of diving into those crystal-clear pools, a glimpse into the heart of the earth, it's simply enchanting."

Pabl gave mischievous glint in his eyes "Ah, cenotes! I once dived into one, the water so pristine it felt like entering a hidden realm."