The Wife's Nightmare | Y/N

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THE WIFE

Last night in the studio with my Ex-wife? Shit, I was wet as fuck.

She left me high and dry. Arriving home I had to touch myself, fuck my pussy with a dildo, I called her name over and over while stroking my pussy and reaching my orgasm.

I slept very sweatily.

This morning again, I work up very aroused and rubbed my pussy to get through but couldn't reach my orgasm.

My lawyer called and told me about Y/n pulling out of the contract. That ruined my morning.

I had breakfast and then messages her.

*We should have communicated before you pull out, we are adults. We are supposed to talk these things out without having to ambush each other. Now, what am I supposed to do? Retire? 💔🤯🙄😟*..

*I am sorry*

*yeah you are🙄, I will leave you alone. I will retire. goodbye Y/n!*
after that message, I went to bed and cried then fell asleep.

I woke up and bathed my baby and took her for a walk before going to the studio

I arrived at the studio. and started working. I asked Shawn to work with me, he was in the studio with me from 6 pm.

at 9 pm, Shawn called it a night to go home to his family, I just sat down sadly looking at the mixer. I closed my eyes with my head lifted. thinking.

I flinched feeling hands on my shoulders. I have been fucking the young sound engineer in the studio for a while now, not that it is solving any of my problems but at least he makes me feel good for a little while.
I breathed hard.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do about my life. she hates me." I vented.

He massaged me intensely, I breathed hard. "Just fuck me Lez, make my pussy forget her" I begged.

He blindfolded me. Handcuffed my hands and pushed me against the wall. I gasped, I was aroused.

He massaged my pussy, I was already wet, He stretched my leg in the air and entered his hard dick inside me. I heard him breathe and gasp. He pounded inside me, breathing hard. Now I felt his touch around my body, on my bare skin. His hands felt unexpectedly soft. I was handcuffed I couldn't take off the blindfold.

I took in his smell. It was a familiar cologne, like Y/n's famous cologne. Fuck why am I hallucinating? That girl wouldn't come here to fuck me, she hates me.

I felt the dick go deep and just imagine Y/n touching and pounding inside me. I came so hard pussy was dripping cum. I was moaning loudly.

I breathed hard. "Lez you smell like my wife!"
He lifted my face and kissed me. I knew then that it wasn't lez, it was her. She then let me go and I heard her dressing up. She walked out slamming the door, I was blindfolded, my panties were down my legs, hands cuffed to my back.

My jaw dropped.
I heard someone come in. They uncuffed me. I took off the blindfold. It was lez.

"Did we? Did you or my wife-- lez what's going on?"

"Shh!" he muttered. "I will see you tomorrow" he said smirking.

Damn it was him. My head be hallucinating lately, I really thought it was her. I wanted it to be her. Shit, what about that kiss then?

A puzzle I can't solve. I breathed hard, my jaw was hanging.
something is really wrong with me, I need help. good gracious

I immediately got my panties back on and left the place.

THE MUSE

I got to brook's place and found her wife home alone with the kid.

"you can wait for her, she will be home soon" she suggested. "I can't wait, I will just call her. I better get home, I need a shower"

"you can shower here Y/n" she added. "uh, okay I will be in the guest shower," I said and rushed there. I know I was acting weird.

After my much-needed shower. I found Brooklyn and her wife talking and laughing. "Hey Weirdo, wifey tells me you came here like you just murdered someone and had to wash their blood all over you. Is Beyonce okay? Y/n you didn't murder that girl did you?"

"Shut up fool." I snapped. They chuckled.
"But I need to talk"
I said calming down. Her wife excused herself.

"You look spooky. What did you do?"

"I- you know what. Let's talk tomorrow, I forgot I got surgery to prep for. Tomorrow?"

She looked worried and lifted her eyebrow.

"I'm fine, I didn't hurt anyone, you can breathe," I said. she sighed.

"Are you sure you okay?"

"yes, no! yes.. okay maybe not.. bro I will just call you tomorrow," I said marching out.

my heart was beating fast.

I got home.

my phone beeped.

*we need to talk!* Message from Beyoncé. my heart pounded bricks. "shit!" I muttered.

I typed to respond then deleted the message.
I ended up not replying. I plopped on my couch.

my elevator stopped. I turned. my heart stopped it was her. I stood up, heart pounding.

she stepped inside.

"you can't just do that y/n!" she said with a serious tone. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, please don't--please don't press charges on me," I said heart pounding.

she looked confused
"charges? for pulling out of a contract? That's not a felony... I mean not like that." she said. I breathed hard.

"What did you think I was talking about?"
she asked walking closer. "nothing, I meant, i- I was just--"

"you look nervous!" she said looking right at me. "I will stay in the contract if you promise to leave my house," I said swallowing hard.

she smirked. "what did you do?" she asked. "Between you and I, you did something bad. And I make you nervous. But I will leave your house. I will be expecting you next week. Don't be late. And oh, change your cologne, it's too loud for my nose I can pick you out of a dumpster if you know what I mean"

"I don't know what you mean!" I said

"do you...wanna know what I mean Y/n?" she came closer. my heart was heated. "I know what you did tonight," she said

"I don't know what you talking about!"

"you seriously gonna play dumb? after you came inside me?"

"What are you talking about?"

THE WIFE

I looked at her. she looked confused. Suddenly I was so sure again.
"Nothing!" I said.

"no bey, you said cumming inside you. what are you talking about?" she asked now walking closer to me, I felt challenged and turned and rushed to the elevator and pressed the button and got inside. I looked at her then looked away.

My phone beeped.

*I didn't know you hated my cologne. I'll change it!*

I became sad because that wasn't true. But I couldn't respond.

I called Lez
On call:
Me: you owe me a big explanation. Meet me at the studio in 15.

I hung up.

Lol, who can solve this mystery for us?
Comment. Or I'm moving to my other Y/n books bye...