My Cuckquean Wife Wants Me to Sleep With Her Bully in Reverse World

[Tara's POV]

Water streams down my back as I step under the spray, letting it wash away the evidence of Leo's touch from my skin. Well, most of it. I press my thighs together, determined to keep what matters most safely inside me. The memory of Leo emptying himself into me not once, but twice, makes me smile with savage satisfaction.

He left so quickly after our second round. Mumbled something about needing to clear his head, practically ran for the door while I was still catching my breath.

Coward.

He can deny it all he wants, but his body remembers me. Remembers us.

I angle my hips upward slightly, ensuring gravity works in my favor. The pill lie was impulsive, but inspired. Leo's always wanted children, he mentioned it often enough during our late-night conversations years ago. What better way to bind him to me permanently than with a child? Sabrina might have his hand, but I'll have something far more permanent.

The water cascades over my shoulders as I carefully wash everywhere except between my legs. Seven years I've been searching for him, and now he's right where I want him. His protests about never leaving Sabrina ring hollow when paired with the way he surrendered to me, the way he filled me without protection.

I shut off the shower with a sharp twist.

Wrapping a towel around my body, I squeeze excess water from my hair and push open the bathroom door, steam billowing around me as I step back into the motel room.

My heart nearly stops.

Sabrina Hart sits in the corner armchair, one leg crossed casually over the other, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. The smug smile on her face makes my blood boil instantly.

"When the fuck did you get here?" I demand, clutching my towel tighter.

"A couple of minutes ago," she replies, her voice infuriatingly calm. She's wearing her work clothes, tailored slacks, and a button-down. "Leo was in quite a hurry to leave. Didn't even notice me in the parking lot."

My mind races in confusion trying to get caught up.

"Does your husband know you're stalking him?" I ask, injecting as much venom into my voice as possible.

Sabrina smirks, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "No, but I doubt he'd care honestly."

I drop the towel and grab my clothes, pulling them on with furious efficiency. My hands are trembling with rage as I step into my underwear.

"What do you even want?" I snap, yanking my sports bra over my head. "Came to gloat? To make sure I followed your little rules?"

Sabrina leans forward in the chair, her posture shifting from casual to predatory. "You lied about being on the pill, didn't you?"

My heart stops. The room suddenly feels ice-cold despite the lingering steam from the shower. I freeze with my shirt halfway over my head, then slowly pull it down, buying precious seconds to compose myself.

"How could you possibly know that?" I ask, fighting to keep my voice steady.

Her smile widens, shark-like. "I bugged my husband's phone."

I laugh, the sound hollow even to my own ears. "But he's so loyal to you it's pointless. You're just wasting your time."

She shakes her head slowly, and something in her expression makes my skin crawl.

"I didn't bug his phone because I don't trust him," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I bugged it so I could get off on him fucking you."

Revulsion washes over me in a wave so powerful I nearly gag. This woman isn't just a cuck, she's something far more twisted

.

"That's disgusting," I spit, pulling on my pants with renewed urgency. "You're sick."

Sabrina shrugs, completely unfazed by my disgust. "It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter?" I bark out a laugh, stepping into my shoes. "If I get pregnant, you better believe I'll keep it. I'll use that baby to get Leo back, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Sabrina bursts into laughter, the sound bouncing off the motel room walls. It's not a nervous laugh, it's genuine amusement that sets my teeth on edge.

"Tara, come on," she says between chuckles, wiping at her eyes. "With Massachusetts laws? You know Leo would end up at least seventy percent of the custody. The courts always favor the male."

Her confidence infuriates me. I expected panic, jealousy, anything but this smug certainty.

"You really want to be stuck raising your bully's baby?" I sneer, stepping closer to her chair. "God, you're such a fucking pathetic cuck."

Sabrina doesn't flinch. Her blue eyes meet mine steadily, that irritating smile never wavering.

"You say 'stuck raising my bully's baby,'" she says thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin. "I say my bully's child's life rests entirely in my hands. I'd love it if Leo got another woman pregnant. Legacy means nothing to me."

She leans forward, her voice dropping. "But imagine your precious baby's entire existence dependent on my whims. Every doctor's appointment, every school choice, every holiday, every life decision that shapes them into who they are. And it all has to go through me before you."

"I could ruin your child's life if I wanted to," Sabrina continues, her voice eerily calm as she delivers what feels like a knife to my gut.

I stare at her, momentarily speechless. The air in the motel room feels suddenly thick, difficult to breathe. My carefully constructed plan crumbles around me, leaving me standing in the ruins of my own arrogance.

"How the fuck is this turning into a threat against me?" I finally manage, my voice rising with each word.

"I'm simply showing you reality, Tara," Sabrina says, rising from the chair with fluid grace. "You don't have any power over Leo or me. Not really." She approaches me slowly, like a predator who knows her prey can't escape. "I would never hurt your child, of course. Leo's baby is my baby too."

Her smile turns razor-sharp as she stops just inches from me. "But I promise you, I'd fight tooth and nail to make sure you never get to be in its life."

The floor seems to tilt beneath my feet. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to have the upper hand, to be the one making her squirm with jealousy and fear. Instead, I'm the one struggling to maintain composure.

"So go ahead," she continues, gesturing vaguely toward my stomach. "Get pregnant. I don't mind."

I let out a bitter laugh, my heart racing with a mixture of rage and desperation. Sabrina thinks she has all the answers, thinks she can outmaneuver me at every turn.

"Don't you think the courts might find it suspicious that I got pregnant way after you two were married?" I hiss, taking a step toward her, my fists clenched at my sides. "Seems like bad timing, doesn't it?"

Sabrina's expression doesn't waver. If anything, her smile grows colder, more calculating.

"Not if I have Leo testify that you raped him."

My mouth opens but no sound comes out as the implications sink in. The room seems to tilt around me, the cheap motel wallpaper blurring at the edges of my vision.

"You wouldn't dare," I finally manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Wouldn't I?" Sabrina takes another step closer, close enough that I can smell her expensive perfume. "Think about it, Tara. Leo's history as a sex worker. His documented struggles with addiction. Your stalking behavior. Who do you think they'll believe? The reformed addict with a stable marriage or the obsessive ex client who's been hunting him for seven years? You think I didn't know you were trying to find him?"

My mind races, searching for a counter-argument, but the scenarios play out in horrifying clarity. The system is designed to protect men from predatory women. My pursuit of Leo would be twisted into something sinister, my desperation painted as calculated malice.

Sabrina's threat leaves me paralyzed. I've underestimated her. Catastrophically so. This isn't the meek little doormat I tormented in high school. This woman has transformed into something very dangerous.

"You're bluffing," I manage, but my voice lacks conviction even to my own ears.

"Am I?" She raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I'm just laying out the reality of the situation, Tara. You can't win this game."

When the fuck did she become a monster?

"Anyway," she says, glancing at her watch with casual indifference, "I should be going. I'm sure we'll hear from each other again." She smooths her blouse, adjusting her collar with meticulous precision. "Have a nice day."

The casual dismissal burns worse than any insult she could have hurled. She's walking away because I'm not worth her concern, just a nuisance she's efficiently neutralized.

My legs give out and I sink to the edge of the bed as the motel door closes. The realization hits me, Leo isn't just someone I want back, he's someone who needs to be rescued.

"What the fuck just happened?" I whisper to the empty room, my voice shaking.

I've been so focused on reclaiming what's mine that I missed the bigger picture. Sabrina Hart who just threatened to destroy me isn't just a romantic rival, she's a predator who's isolated her prey. The way she spoke about controlling Leo's potential child, the casual mention of false rape accusations, the phone monitoring, these aren't the actions of a loving wife.

They're the tactics of an abuser.

"He needs me to save him."