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The One Swapped Beneath the Blindfold
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Female-leadWife SwappingCuckoldThe BullNTRBlindfold SwapArt TeacherCreampieMulti-POVMarried InfidelityNo Limits
Art teacher Su Wan was worn soft over two years of her husband’s pillow-talk—he loves watching her be taken by another, forcing her at climax to admit she wants other men. She finally gives in, going to a hotel to meet a bull she met online. Her husband says look but don’t touch, playing the mere spectator, using a black blindfold to win her trust. But beneath the blindfold, the one swapped out is the husband himself. Blindfolded, she praises “darling, you’re bigger today,” cresting three or four times across fifty minutes and being filled to the brim; only when the blindfold comes off does she see the stranger kneeling between her thighs, her husband looking on beside them with reddening eyes. She weeps and curses, so ashamed she wants to sink into the floor—but her body had defected long before she understood. Three interwoven POVs: the bull’s hunt, the wife’s betrayed trust and the body that fell a step ahead of her, and the husband’s jealousy and twisted pride.
Contents · 3 chapters
First 1 chapters free · coins after that- 01The Words He Fed Me for Two YearsFreeHe didn’t want an obedient wife—he wanted a woman seen through and aching to be taken away. And it took her two years to admit those words had worn a callus into her ear.
- 02Look Only, No Touching🔒 300 coinsA play to win her trust, a blindfold not yet donned, and a hunter who had long since swapped into position in the dark—she thought her husband was keeping to the rules, when the rules were made to trick her into letting go.
- 03Darling, You’re Bigger Today🔒 350 coinsFifty minutes, three or four fillings, and one word of praise called to the wrong man. When the black satin slid from her eyes, she finally saw who it was kneeling between her thighs—but her body had long since conceded on her behalf.
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