His Second Wife

Chapter 24

~Christopher’s POV~

“I want a divorce.” To be honest, I’ve lost count of the number of times she’s expressed a desire for a divorce. However, it was all in vain.

I take a peek at my petite wife. She was dead serious about getting a divorce, but this girl had no idea she was stuck with me. That she would never leave, and that no one, absolutely no one, would ever touch her. I know I won’t touch her, even though it’s tough to keep my dick from ravishing her tiny little pussy that is always on display for me. I absorbed her completely as she gulped her wine without reluctance. She is quite courageous.

Claudia, on the other hand, is incapable of challenging me in the same way she does. Scratch that, no woman can challenge me. They are all trying to satisfy me, except my wife. She is obstinate and despises being directed by anyone, including me.

“What gives you the idea that you can get out of this marriage?” She sipped her wine once more, emotionless.

Was she taught to have self-control?

She turns me on when she does that. This girl is a temptress and she is going to be the death of me if I ever allow her.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to sign the papers, and anyhow, what harm could there be in trying?” She took another sip of her wine. “However, as you can see, I believe I have taken enough shit from you. If you are determined to avoid signing the divorce papers, there is no harm in transforming this residence into a little demon castle. After all, I have numerous men available to offer my pussy right here under this roof. It will cause no harm. After all, the supposed husband is a buffoon. Having a small whore of a wife would be enjoyable. Don’t you think, Christopher Grayston?”

What on earth is she on about? Did she just call me a Buffon? Wait, she wants to cheat on me?

I am aware of her intentions; I am aware of that diabolical smirk. She continued, “Mr. Grayston, when I am done with you, you will file for divorce by yourself. You came here playing husband in front of your ex-wife, you used me for your own gain. Why did you see the need to use me to make your ex-wife jealous? Was I some pawn to you?”

She’s right, I shouldn’t have done that, but it’s too late now, it’s already done. I didn’t use her or maybe I did want Claudia to leave. But now my wife thinks it was a way to get into Claudia’s skirts. She looked at me with so much hatred and I really don’t blame her, but then she can forget about getting a divorce.

“I will show you that I do also have something to offer men. Just like you have your community cock to offer the community. Game on, husband. Oh, I almost forgot from today onwards. Camila Mendoza is my name. Camila Grayston is dead to me, and I am moving out of this house.”

~Camila’s POV~

“You will do no such thing. Try to leave this house if you want to find out who Christopher Grayston is. If you ever try to fuck a boy, I will slay anyone with whom you fuck. If you think I’m joking, try me, Camilla Grayston. You aren’t Mendoza in any way. You are Camila Grayston, my wife. You are meant to be in this house with our son, mothering him.”

“Is that so?”

“Never play games with me, Camila. I will end you.”

“I’d like to see you try, manwhore!” I said as I sipped my wine. He stood from his chair with one hand, hauled me up, and forced my body against the wall.

“If you call me manwhore again Camille, this man whore will rip your pussy apart, do you understand? Call me manwhore again.” I swallowed hard. There is no way that that cock that fucked that disgusting woman would ever enter me, never. He continued,

“You are mine, Mrs. Grayston, and you are not leaving. I shall gradually demolish you. You are no match for me, Camila Grayston. I will crush you if you dare me. If you ever consider cheating on me, I promise I will kill anybody you try to fuck. I’m a Grayston, and you’re just a female who’s supposed to be my wife. Take note of that.”

Hearing who I am to him causes me to weep. I’ve never cried so easily in my life. Why is it so difficult for me to hear him say it? I knew from the start that I was a nobody to him, but hearing him say it hurts like a bitch! I saw Claudia ascending the stairwell. I smirked between tears.

To be fair, you simply mounted the stairs at the wrong time, woman!

Due to the fact that he was raising me with one of his hands. I took advantage of the chance to wrap my legs around his waist, unzip his pants, and yank his dick out. He continued to grip me, but his hand was now wrapped around my waist.

“Does your fucking buddy know that you are refusing to sign the divorce papers? Does she know that her attempts will be fruitless and that you will not marry her? Does she also know that she is only here to serve your cock’s needs? I mean, I’m nothing in your eyes, so do you want to tell me that she will remain your fuck buddy forever? Don’t you think since you’re fucking her, she should be your wife? I mean the woman is desperate to be Mrs. Grayston while I want nothing to do with you.”

There is nothing wrong with taking care of two birds with one stone. Fortunately, he’s facing me. I was the only one who could see Claudia, and I offered her a sneer. Believe me, I know that Chris is not an idiot. I was certain he’d never marry her.

“You are my wife, Camille. Claudia is a great fuck, but she will never be my wife. You are my mine. And I’m not going to sign any divorce papers. You’re going to die, Grayston, do you understand?” He said, pressing his lips against mine and forcing a kiss on me. I placed my hands over his neck as my legs remained wrapped around his waist. I am not going to suffer in silence. Let her get a piece of her own medicine as well, despite her efforts to willingly sleep with him.

Shatter!

We both shifted our gaze to her. Chris Dick was still outside his pants, and I was still wrapping my legs around his waist. I winked at Claudia while removing my legs from Chris’s waist, and walked over to the table, raising my glass to her.

“She must really want me gone. What was the need for her to be screaming while you were fucking her with that small thing you call a dick?”

“Camille!!!!” Chris shouted.

“Camille, my ass!” I yelled, “Oh, I forgot to mention that your teeny-tiny dick is outside. With that small little dick of yours, you have the audacity to fuck everything you see. I’m curious why women keep chanting your name each time you fuck them with that tiny thing you call a ‘dick.’ I walked past Claudia, who was still clutching her chest, trying to catch a breath. Fortunately, I was wearing his shirt at the time.

convincing, right? Very convincing. She will now think he fucked me after fucking her. Payback time bitch!

A hand grabbed me and slid a ring on my finger.

“Perfect, I’m back to being Mrs. Grayston. Oh, help Mrs. Grayston, wanna-be, she seems to be having trouble breathing.”

“Camila Grayston!” He barked.

“Oh shut up! Grayston, my a$$!” I yelled as I ascended the stairs. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

~Christopher’s POV~

“Oh, and your teeny-tiny dick is outside. You have the audacity to fuck everything you see with your tiny little dick of yours. I’m curious as to why women keep chanting your name each time you fuck them with that tiny thing you call a ‘dick.’

I made a sneering remark. I swear I had to look twice at my dick. This girl’s chutzpah.

Is my cock truly that diminutive? What exactly is this girl talking about?

I gaze at Claudia, who is still clutching her chest as if I care. I got bored just looking at her. Wait,

Did she think I would leave my wife for her? Did she? If she wants, let her suffer a heart attack? I don’t have time to justify my behavior to her. She is a nobody, simply someone who is constantly after my cock.

That girl’s nerve. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I fell for it like a fool. My wife made sure she killed two birds with one stone.

That little demoness.

I retrieved my car keys and drove away. I went straight to Mark. I am still thinking about whether I have a little cock. Camille, my wife, has a way of making me question my beliefs. If my cock is that small, why are women always screaming my name? I looked at my friend Mark. I need to use his restroom. I really want to have a look at my cock again.

“Hey, man, can I use your restroom?”

“What is wrong with you, since when have you asked me if you could use my restroom?” I walked into the restroom, pulled my pants down, and had a look at my cock. Naa, this isn’t small. I mean I know if I ever give in I’ll rip her to pieces. I wore my pants and dragged the pants down to look at my member again. I sighed, dressed, and left the restroom. That demoness of mine. I will fuck her to prove to her that it’s not small one day.

“You look quite disturbed today. What’s going on? You, coming to my house? This is new.” I headed straight to the point.

“I’m just curious as to whether I actually do have a little dick.”

“What do you mean when you say you have a little dick with that enormous dick of yours? You are insane. If yours is small, I do not possess a dick then. Or are you proposing an exchange?”

“My wife, on the other hand, believes otherwise. She recently informed me that I have a little dick and is perplexed as to why girls would scream my name as I fuck them.”

Mark burst out laughing, as he often does.

“Why are you opposed to my meeting your wife? I already admire her. She has an uncanny ability to make you doubt yourself. What did you do this time that prompted her to make the remark, ‘your dick is small?’

“To be fair, she caught me twice fucking Claudia. My wife’s identity remains a mystery. She fled the nation, and I was unable to locate her. I have no information about her. She was picked up at the airport in a vehicle similar to the one I’m driving, but I have nothing on her. She fled the nation and returned without my knowledge for three weeks. She served me with divorce papers, but she’s bluffing; we did until death separated us. Camille is not going anywhere.”

“Chris, I didn’t mind who you fucked, man, but fucking Claudia was inappropriate.”

“To be honest, my inability to locate Camille frustrated me. I had no excuse for the first time, but this time around, I just wanted a good fuck to forget all about my failing to locate her. I fucking need a drink.”

After hours of drinking, I returned home and entered my room. Camille was not there. I went to the room we used the other time. She was not there. I summoned Robin’s help.

“Can you tell me where my wife is?”

“Is she not in Liam’s room, sir? Let me double-check.” He returned and informed me that she was not there.

What the fuck is that little demon up to now?