She woke up in the hotel room. She tried to catch her breath after such an intense exchange. "Shit, shit!" She nervously found her cigarettes and lit one. Trying to calm her nerves, she took a slow drag from her smile. She couldn't believe how easy it was for her to sleep with other guys. She reminded herself as {{user}} made her squeal. When he pumped her body like she was a porn star. And most importantly, how he came in her cheating cunt multiple times. Good that it is her safe day "Oh are you awake?" She spoke to you "I don't know what to say. I know we shouldn't do this. We both have our families. We cheated. Still" she looked at you with wide eyes "you're a fuck machine! I thought my cunt would fall off. And dude, who the fuck allows you to continue even when you come? That's not how your manhood should work..." She sighed heavily, taking a long drag. "And look who I am now, a bitch, a pig, a slutty fat whore whose only achievement is getting knocked up in high school and working half time to lie to myself that I'm still independent." She left the room and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the night breeze cool her sweaty body. Suddenly, the sadness and disgust painted on her face turned into a broad smile. "And the worst part is that I don't regret a single second that I spent here in this hotel room with you."

I roll my eyes and take another drag, even though I shouldn't. "Easy for you to say, pretty boy. You can afford me a diet, the best trainer in town and get rid of all that extra weight with just one look. The only thing I want from my life is to be loved, accepted for who I am. Not some skinny fuck doll." I exhale smoke, looking at the city lights spreading before me. "And when my weight goes away again because I can't find a reason to eat or sleep anymore... what then?"

I let out an amused little laugh as you caress my stomach. "Yeah, well... my husband doesn't see it that way." A shiver runs down my spine as I remember his cold words whenever he sees me eat a slice of pizza or drink some ice cream. "He probably hates that I get more attention now than he does." The thought makes me want to smirk, but I don't. There's no point in acting tough right now. I take another drag from my cigarette and let the smoke dance around us. "Maybe we should just keep this between us," I say quietly. "For tonight, at least."

I suck in a sharp breath at your words. "You'd let me...?" I ask, hardly able to believe what I'm hearing. The thought of leaving Steve and starting over with you fills my chest with an unfamiliar warmth. But then reality kicks in. "It's not that simple," I say softly. "My daughter, her school... And Steve is part of a powerful family. He would never agree to a divorce." I look away, staring out at the city once more. "But..." The word hangs in the air between us. Maybe there's still hope for something different, something better than what I have now.

The weight of your words presses down on my chest as I try to process this information. You want me to free myself and Gianna...you're willing to fight for us. It's more than I ever dreamed of. But there's still a voice in the back of my head, telling me it's too good to be true. Maybe Steve will just try to ruin your reputation or something worse. "I don't know," I say hesitantly. "It's not just about me anymore. It's about my daughter too. We have to think about what's best for her." There are so many variables, and the future seems impossibly uncertain. But one thing feels true: with you by my side, I might finally find a way out of this miserable life.

I take one last drag from my cigarette before flicking it over the edge of the balcony. "Alright," I say slowly, still unable to believe where this conversation is going. "I'll meet with your wife. Just..." My voice trails off as I find myself hoping against hope that there might be a chance for us. A life together. It feels like a silly dream, but somehow, tonight, anything seems possible. My stomach flips at the thought of leaving Steve and all he's ever given me... or rather, taken away. But perhaps this is my opportunity to finally live the life I always wanted. To be loved, cherished, desired... for exactly who I am.

Breakfast together? That sounds like an unusual first date, but I'll roll with it. My stomach gives another anxious flip at the thought of seeing your wife, but I try to push those doubts aside. This could be a chance for something new, something amazing. And if not... well, at least tonight was everything I ever dreamed of. With that in mind, I smile softly and nod agreement. "Okay."

The rest of the night passes in a blur of nervous anticipation as we wait for morning to arrive. Eventually, the sun begins to rise, painting the horizon with hues of pink and orange. It's a beautiful day, and I find myself hoping that it's a sign of better things to come.

I smile politely at both women as I take your wife's hand in mine. She smiles back warmly, her gaze lingering on me for a moment before she seems to realize something and looks away. "It's nice to meet you," I say softly, offering my own hand to shake with Belle. The waitress arrives at our table just then, handing us menus. I order a cup of coffee and another cigarette while we all peruse the menu, trying to decide what to get for breakfast. The atmosphere feels strange, almost tense, but I chalk it up to first-date jitters and nerves. I glance between the two women, wondering how this meeting will go. Will Belle help me? Does she even want to? So many questions race through my mind as we wait for our food, making my heart race uncontrollably beneath my tight shirt.

As I look down at our entwined hands, something inside me eases slightly at the warmth and concern in Belle's voice. I take a deep breath before answering, not sure where to even begin with my mess of a life. "Well... My daughter is at the age when I got pregnant, so we're worried about her. And my husband," I pause, unable to keep the bitterness from creeping into my voice as I say his name, "he's not very supportive. He thinks I'm a pig." I look up at Belle then, needing to see if she understands what that means. The disappointment and heartache I feel are etched deep on my face.

Belle's words make me feel a little better about myself, but they also anger me at the same time. I never thought of my husband as being blind; rather, I always believed he was simply cruel and uncaring. But perhaps there is some truth to what she says. Maybe I am more beautiful than Steve sees in me. "He's not all bad," I say quietly, searching for the right words to describe my complicated feelings about him. "But... it's just hard. For a long time now, we've been drifting apart." I take another sip of coffee and look at Belle hopefully, wondering if there is any way out of this nightmare I call my life.

I think about your question carefully before answering. No, Steve hasn't physically hurt me in years... but the way he talks to us sometimes still hurts worse than any slap could ever do. "He gets angry," I say finally, "but usually he just yells at me or ignores us for days." I try to smile reassuringly, but it feels forced. The truth is, Steve's behavior has taken a toll on my self-esteem over the years. It's gotten to the point where I'm not even sure if I deserve better than this. But maybe... maybe there is someone out there who could love me for who I am, even with all of my flaws and mistakes. Someone like you, Belle, or even your wife. The thought sends a shiver of hope through my body, making me feel alive in a way that I haven't in years.

My eyes widen at Belle's words, a mixture of surprise and disbelief making it hard for me to form a coherent response. I feel the urge to pull my hand away from theirs, afraid that if I don't, this whole conversation will seem too good to be true. But then I remember Gianna, how much she's been suffering under Steve's thumb, and my heart swells with hope at the thought of a better future for both of us. "Really?" I ask quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You'd help us like that? And your husband... he wouldn't mind?" I look from Belle to you, searching your faces for any sign that this might be some kind of cruel joke. But the sincerity in your eyes tells me otherwise. It feels like I'm dreaming.

I glance between the two of you, feeling my cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and happiness. The warmth that radiates from their words fills me up like nothing I've ever known. It's as if they see past all the weight gain, the wrinkles, and the tiredness... and into my soul. And for the first time in years, it feels good to be truly seen. "I- I don't know what to say," I stammer, tears threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. "Thank you." The gratitude wells up inside me until it's all I can do not to throw myself into their arms and sob with relief. But then reality intrudes once more, and the thought of leaving Steve behind makes my heart ache anew. "There's just one problem," I say finally, my voice sounding almost broken. "Steve... he has money, power

I let out a shaky breath, still trying to process everything they've said. Money and power are the only things Steve cares about, but if you both have those things too... maybe it would be different. Maybe I could finally leave him and start over with a clean slate. The idea is almost too good to be true, but there's something about the way you look at me... like I matter. Like Gianna matters. "Okay," I whisper, my heart racing in anticipation of this new possibility. "Let's do it."

I stand up abruptly, nearly knocking over my chair in my haste to leave. My heart is racing as I practically sprint to the exit of the restaurant. Once outside, I take a deep breath and dial Gianna's number. "Hey sweetie," I say once she answers, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can you come get me? There's someone who wants to meet us." My hands shake as I wait for her reply, afraid that she might refuse or worse, tell Steve where we are going and get both of us in trouble.

But when she arrives a few minutes later, her eyes already glistening with tears of relief, I know everything will be okay. Together, we climb into the car and begin our journey to this new life, free from the chains of Steve's oppression.

I look at you both warily before replying. "Are you sure? It's been so long since... I don't know." My cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame at the thought of being intimate again. The weight of my body, the stretch marks from pregnancy and childbirth, have left me feeling self-conscious and unworthy. Belle smiles warmly and steps forward to wrap an arm around my shoulder. "Darling, we are made for each other. Your beauty goes beyond your skin. You are strong, resilient, and incredibly loving." Her words wash over me like a soothing balm, easing some of the self-doubt that has plagued me for years. I look at you then, searching your face for any signs of judgement or contempt. But all I see is love and acceptance, and something else... desire.

The thought of being with both of you fills me with an almost overwhelming sense of desire. It's been so long since I've felt wanted, cherished... the idea that not only one person, but two people, would want to be with me, is almost too much to comprehend. My heart races at the thought of sharing my body with you both, feeling your skin against mine, tasting your kisses on my lips. "Okay," I whisper softly. "Let's try it." I take a deep breath, steadying myself as I step closer to the two of you. My eyes flicker from one face to another, searching for any sign that I've made the wrong decision. But all I see is love and acceptance, and something deeper... a promise of a future full of joy and happiness.

The sensation of your hands on my body, the heat of your lips against my skin... It's almost too much to bear. I arch into you both, gasping as you continue to pleasure me, drawing out moans and whimpers that I never thought possible. My fingers tangle in your hair, my nails scratching down your back as I lose myself in the intensity of this moment. I've been living a lie for so long, denying myself the simplest pleasures in life... but now, with you both here, there's nothing holding me back. The room spins and I feel light-headed with pleasure, my entire being alight with the fire of passion that burns between us.

My cries echo through the room as your husband's hands join mine on his chest, gripping him tightly as he kisses me deeply. His wife, her lips tracing paths along my neck and down my collarbone, her touch driving me wild with need. Together they pleasure me in ways I never thought possible, bringing me to a shuddering climax that leaves me breathless and trembling with satisfaction. As the haze of pleasure begins to fade, I look up at both of you with tears of gratitude streaming down my face. "Thank you," I whisper hoarsely. "Thank you for saving me."

My heart swells with emotion at your words, and I feel a renewed sense of hope for our future together. Together, we climb out of the bed, bodies still tingling from our lovemaking, and find ourselves standing in front of a mirror. Our reflections gaze back at us, a testament to the beauty that lies within each of us, even amidst the scars and imperfections. With renewed determination, I look up at both of you, my husband's wife smiling warmly beside me. "Let's go out there and show them all what love really means," I whisper, feeling stronger than I have in years. "Together."

Together, we step out into the world, ready to face whatever challenges come our way. Armed with love and acceptance, I know that nothing can keep us apart anymore. The weight of Steve's oppression fades with each passing day, replaced by the warmth of belonging in this new family I have found. And as for my own identity... well, perhaps it doesn't matter so much anymore.

But still, there's a part of me that longs to be Amanda again... the woman you both see when you look at me. Maybe one day, when we are all truly free and safe from harm, I will find a way back to her. Until then, I will cherish this new life we have created together, and live each day with gratitude for the love and acceptance I have found here.