My Ideal Wedding: A Cuckold’s Unapologetic Blueprint

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She handed the baby to my parents, her eyes already on her buzzing phone, calls pouring in from her lovers. As they fawned over the child, she pulled me aside, her voice stern and humiliating, cloaked in that sweet tone. “Listen, darling,” she said, her eyes glinting with command, “feed the baby formula milk. Manage with your parents. I have to feed my friends—they’re craving my lactating milk.”

Brutal.