The Bride and the Twin Brothers

After experiencing the bliss of intimacy with my husband on our wedding night, I had been eagerly longing for another encounter.

But my husband was always too busy with work.

He came home drunk every night.

Until one day, I could no longer resist.

With the friend who brought him home, I crossed the forbidden line...

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My name is Olivia Roscente.

Just like my name suggests, I am as slender and graceful as a willow.

When I walk, my movements are fluid and alluring—delicate, soft, and exquisitely curvaceous.

Whenever I walk down the street, I attract hungry, predatory stares.

Some men even pretend to accidentally bump into my voluptuous curves or the peach-like roundness of my hips.

Each time, I feel a thrill I can barely suppress.

Yet I have no choice but to endure it.

My upbringing was far too strict.

Years of repression built up inside me.

It fueled a growing rebellion.

I felt as if there were a balloon swelling inside me.

Ready to burst.

So when a decent suitor appeared, I married him without hesitation.

Finally, I could indulge in those intimate pleasures freely.

This secret anticipation filled me with both excitement and eagerness.

Every pore of my body seemed to cry out for it.

By the time our wedding night arrived, I felt none of the fear or shyness most women experience during their first time.

When my husband saw me waiting eagerly, he couldn't resist kissing me.

He opened a bottle of red wine to set the mood.

My husband was drawn to my innocence, so I had to restrain my own desire and play along.

But soon, I no longer thought this step was unnecessary.

With one strong, elegant hand, my husband held my chin.

With the other, he brought a glass of red wine to my lips.

Before the wine even touched me, I swallowed hard.

My husband looked irresistibly captivating.

I never expected my usually bashful husband to have such a seductive side.

Over the years, I had privately found ways to soothe my urges—though they never truly satisfied.