Present Day
From that day forward I met with Olivia three times a week. We couldn't get enough of each other. I knew that we had to keep this shit under wraps otherwise all hell would break loose. Lord knows what would happen if word got out that I was fucking the shit out, my sister-in-law. Yeah, I said sister-in-law.
The wedding I met Olivia at was mine and Cynthia's. Olivia had been studying abroad the entire time I dated Cynthia and my wedding day was the first time I had ever met her. She was captivatingly beautiful and I was hooked. Had I met Olivia first then I wouldn't have given Cynthia another glance. By the time I had met her I was literally on my way down the damn aisle.
Life had a way of screwing you. You thought you knew what was going to happen and then here comes this curve ball out of nowhere. Olivia and I were meant to be together but there was no way in hell I could divorce Cynthia and be with her. That would be too messy.
One might say that Olivia and I are foul as hell for sexing each other up on the regular. We were probably trifling as hell to fuck in my marital bed. I was probably the worst husband on the face of the Earth and she was the worst sister for having unprotected sex with her sister's husband but we didn't care. I wanted Olivia to have my baby and she wanted to carry it. We were already on the train to hell...might as well make it the express.
I was so addicted to her juicy fruit that I would do anything to have it. I had even hired Olivia to work for me so that she could be closer. Some days, if we were lucky, we would sneak in a little afternoon delight. I wasn't worried about Cynthia walking in on us since she hated animals of any variety and stayed away from my business.
Diving deeper into Olivia's waters, I pushed all thought from my mind. I still couldn't get enough of her juicy pussy. It was amazing how wet she could get. She could soak the whole damn bed. I always had to change the sheets otherwise Cynthia would have been found out about us.
I was so focused on tasting every last drop of Olivia that I didn't hear the bedroom door open and close. It wasn't until I heard the piercing scream from Olivia's mouth, the bang of the gun, and felt the searing heat of the bullet slicing through me that I realized something was wrong.
Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods, coated my tongue and dripped from my lips in sticky droplets that combined with the blood pouring from shoulder. Olivia's hysteric sobs floated into my ears along with Cynthia's screaming. Breathing became harder to do and Cynthia applied pressure to wound.
Evil lurked in hereyes. "You better stay alive,motherfucker. I'm not done with either of you yet."
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