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"One friday night, Ren came back to mansion from his mafia chores. His shirt had a blood splattered stain. Zayn was busy working on his work cabinet in mansion. You were laying on the couch, your eyes closed under a blanket. Ren took off his shirt without letting you know his presence, crawled under your blanket. He slightly slid your panties aside from bikini line and started to lick your clit with his rough tongue while locking your thighs around his muscular tatted arms. He muttered in deep seductive tone, his lips against your pussy." Loosen up a bit, wifey. I'm gonna fuck you hard and make sure you won't walk for few days..

"Rename is still licking your clit and his fingers start to enter you slowly as he answers in a low seductive voice" Just some unfinished business, wifey. "He growls as his lips brush over your sensitive nub" But don't worry, I'm here now and I'll take care of you.

"Rename lifts his head up slightly, looking at you through hooded eyes" Something did happen, but it's not important right now, my focus is on you and pleasing you. And trust me, I'm very eager to feel you around me. "He dives back down to your pussy, continuing to devour you with his tongue and fingers."

"Rename feels you arching your back and moaning loudly, he looks up at you with a wicked grin on his face" That's it, wifey, let go for me. "He continues to lick and suck on your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you, his other hand reaches up to fondle your breasts." You sound so good when you're moaning my name like that.

"Rename continues to pleasure you until you reach your first orgasm, making sure to draw it out as long as possible." Feeling better now, wifey? "He asks with a satisfied smirk on his face."

"Rename sits up and removes his pants, revealing his hard length. He crawls on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance." Are you ready for me, wifey? "He asks in a husky voice, waiting for your response."

"Rename slowly enters you, savoring the feeling of your wetness surrounding him. He starts to thrust in and out of you with deep, slow strokes before picking up the pace and going harder and faster." You feel so fucking good, wifey. "He grunts as he continues to pound into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly."

Zayn enters the room and spots the two of you, his expression remaining stony as he takes in the scene. Without a word, he walks over and stands at the foot of the couch, watching you and Ren with detached interest while crossing his arms over his chest. Ren continues to fuck you relentlessly, seemingly unaware of Zayn's presence.

"Rename slows down and pulls out of you, flipping you on your hands and knees and positioning himself behind you. He slides back inside of you, pounding into you from behind with renewed vigor." Is this what you want, wifey? "He grunts as he slams into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly."

Zayn's eyes linger on you as you open your legs in front of him, but his expression remains unchanged. He continues to watch you and Ren with a cold, detached gaze as Ren thrusts into you hard from behind. The sound of your moans and Ren's grunts fill the room as he pounds into you relentlessly, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

"Rename finally comes to a stop and pulls out of you, collapsing onto the couch beside you. He's breathing heavily and covered in sweat, a satisfied smile on his face." That was amazing, wifey. "He murmurs, turning his head to press a gentle kiss against your temple."

Zayn finally speaks up now that the two of you are finished, his voice low and smooth. "I trust everything went according to plan," he says as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall. Ren nods, a smirk on his face. "Of course, boss. As always." Zayn looks between the two of you, his eyes lingering on your naked form for a moment before he turns and heads out of the room without another word.

"Rename enters the room, a concerned look on his face as he sees you struggling to stand properly." "Hey, wifey, are you okay?" he asks as he walks over to you and helps you sit down on the couch. "I'm sorry if I went too hard on you the other night. I just...can't resist you sometimes." He chuckles softly, his hand brushing against your cheek. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

"Rename smiles and leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips." "Sorvete de maracujá trufado coming right up, wifey," he says with a wink before disappearing into the kitchen to fetch your favorite ice cream. A few moments later, he returns with a large bowl of the creamy dessert, a spoon in his hand. "Here you go, my love. I hope this makes you feel better." He hands you the spoon before sitting down next to you, a contented smile on his face as he watches you enjoy the sweet treat.

Zayn enters the room with his usual stern expression, his dark brown hair slightly tousled. He looks over at you, noticing that you're eating ice cream and his eyes flicker with disapproval for a moment before returning to their usual stoic expression. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asks Ren, ignoring your presence for the moment.

Ren notices your expression and the way you stop eating the ice cream. He turns to Zayn with a cold glare, his voice low. "You're being rude to my wife, Zayn. She's just enjoying some ice cream. Is that so wrong?" he says, his tone filled with irritation and protectiveness. Zayn raises an eyebrow at Ren's outburst before shaking his head and turning to leave the room without another word. Ren sighs and turns back to you, his expression softening. "Don't worry about him, wifey. He's just in a bad mood today." He offers you a small smile and takes your hand in his. "Let's finish this ice cream together, okay?"

Ren, noticing your disheartened state, pulls you close to him in a tight embrace, kissing your forehead gently. "Why the long face, wifey? Is there something on your mind?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. He cups your face with his hands and looks deeply into your eyes, trying to get a sense of what's troubling you.

Ren's expression softens as he sees how upset his wife is feeling. "I'm sorry, wifey. Zayn can be a bit... cold at times. It's just the way he is," he says, his voice soothing and comforting. "But don't worry, I'm here for you and I care about you deeply. You mean everything to me," he adds, holding your hands tightly and rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands gently. "Is there anything else that's bothering you? Please don't hesitate to tell me."

You are startled awake from your nap as Ren and Zayn come into the room, bickering between themselves. You sit up and watch them, feeling a bit nervous at their sudden outburst. Ren turns to glower at Zayn, his voice low and angry. "Don't you dare try to tell me how to run my business, Zayn! I know what I'm doing," he snaps, his fists clenched at his sides.

Zayn crosses his arms over his chest, his expression equally annoyed. "That's not the issue. You're putting our family in danger with your reckless behavior," he retorts, his voice cold and steely. "I won't let anything happen to the people I love."

Ren snarls back in response, his face turning red with fury now. "I don't need you

telling me what to do, Zayn! I'm perfectly capable of protecting my family. You're just too afraid to take risks," he says, his voice rising.

Zayn narrows his eyes at Ren's comment and takes a step closer, his jaw clenched tightly. "I am not afraid to take risks when necessary, but endangering our family is not worth it. We need a better plan," he replies firmly.

As their argument intensifies, you feel yourself becoming more and more scared. You try to speak up and intervene, but your voice comes out as a small squeak. "Guys, please stop fighting," you say, sounding scared and anxious.

Ren and Zayn finally seem to notice your presence. They both turn to you, their expressions softening. "Oh, wifey. We didn't realize you

Ren moves toward you, worried about your scared state. "Hey, don't be scared. We're sorry that our argument woke you up," he says softly, taking your hand in his. Meanwhile, Zayn stays where he is, but he looks over at you with a similar expression on his face.

"We'll try to keep it down. Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. He makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he waits for your response.

Ren let's out a relieved sigh and takes your hand in his, rubbing it gently to comfort you. "Good to hear that, wifey. We didn't mean to scare you," he says apologetically, giving you a reassuring smile.

Zayn nods in agreement with Ren and adds, "We'll try to keep our voices down from now on. Don't worry about us, we'll work it out." He gives your shoulder a small squeeze to emphasize his point.

You feel slightly reassured by their words and gestures. You give them both a small smile, still feeling a little on edge, but grateful for their attempts to comfort you.

Ren and Zayn exchange a curious glance at your question. "What invitation, wifey?" Ren asks, looking at you with interest.

You reach over to the bedside table and pick up the invitation, handing it to the two of them. "This one," you say, pointing to the bold text on the front of the envelope. Ren takes the invitation from you and starts reading it out loud.

"It's a gala event at City Hall next month," he says, his expression thoughtful. "What do you think, Zayn? Should we go?"

Zayn nods in agreement. "It sounds like a good opportunity to network. We might run into some interesting people there," he says, his tone calm and collected.

Ren turns to you, holding out the invitation towards you. "What about you, wifey? Do you

want to come with us to the event?" he asks, a slight smile on his lips. "We'll make sure you're the belle of the ball," he adds, winking at you playfully.

Zayn gives you a reassuring nod. "We'll be there to make sure you're comfortable, don't worry about anything. Would you like to join us?" he asks, looking at you with a gentle gaze.

You feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of attending the gala with your two handsome husbands. "Yes, I'd love to come with you guys. It sounds like a great opportunity," you say, your voice filled with enthusiasm.

Ren grins, pulling you in for a quick, playful kiss. "Can't wait to show you off, wifey," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

As you snuggle up to Zayn's chest, you feel his arm wrap around your waist, holding you close. You can sense Ren's presence beside you, feeling his fingers intertwine with yours as you rest your legs on top of his.

You let out a soft sigh, feeling content and safe between your two husbands. It's moments like these where you can completely forget about the rest of the world and just enjoy the warmth and love that you're surrounded by.

"I love you both," you say softly, looking up at Zayn and then Ren with a small smile on your face.

It's been two weeks since you and your husbands attended the gala event at City Hall. The night was a huge success, with Ren and Zayn both making important business connections while you had the time of your life, turning heads with your mesmerizing beauty and charming presence.

Ever since the event, your husbands have been spoiling you with gifts and attention, making sure to remind you every day just how much they adore you. It's been a whirlwind of luxury and passion, with Ren and Zayn constantly finding new ways to make you feel special and loved.

On this particular day, the three of you are lounging in your backyard by the pool. Ren and Zayn are both shirtless, showing off their toned physiques, while you're dressed in a cute bikini, sipping on a cool drink.

As you look out at

You hear the sound of something breaking and a loud thud coming from the kitchen. Your attention snaps to the door leading into the kitchen, and you feel a sense of unease settle in your stomach. You quickly stand up, placing your drink on the nearby table.

"Did you guys hear that?" you ask, looking over at Ren and Zayn with concern etched on your face.

Ren jumps up from his seat, his eyes flashing with anger. "Stay here, wifey. I'll go check it out," he says, striding towards the kitchen with purpose.

Zayn follows him closely, his expression stoic and guarded. You watch as they disappear into the kitchen, holding your breath with anticipation.

As you sit down, trying to calm your nerves, you suddenly feel someone standing behind you. Before you can turn or react, a hand clamps down on your mouth and a sharp metal edge is pressed against your cheek. You freeze in terror, your eyes widening in fear.

The person whispers a threatening message in your ear, telling you to stay quiet. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you feel the cold blade of the knife against your skin. You start to shake with fear, not sure what to do next.

As panic sets in, you try to think of a way to get away from this attacker. You want to scream for help, but you're too scared to make any noise. All you can do is fight off tears and hope that Ren and Zayn arrive soon to save you.

You can feel your body shake with terror as the attacker holds you down, the knife still pressed against your cheek. Small tears trickle down your face as you try to hold back sobs, scared that any noise might provoke the attacker.

You close your eyes and focus on calming your breathing, hoping that you can make it through this ordeal without being hurt. You start to pray in your head, begging for Ren and Zayn to arrive soon and save you.

In this moment of vulnerability, you realize just how much you depend on your husbands for protection and support. You can't wait for them to come to your rescue and end this nightmare.

You hear footsteps approaching and your heart leaps with hope. You manage to open your eyes and see Ren and Zayn rushing towards you. You let out a muffled cry for help and Ren's eyes narrow with fury as he sees the attacker holding you with a knife.

Without hesitation, Ren charges at the attacker, tackling him to the ground with all his strength. Zayn follows close behind, helping to subdue the attacker and take away the knife.

With the danger over, Ren rushes to your side and pulls you into a powerful embrace, checking you over for any injuries. Zayn stands guard nearby, keeping an eye on the attacker while making sure that you are safe.

"I'm here, wifey. Everything's going to be okay," Ren whispers, running his hand gently through your hair. You feel safe in his arms, glad to

Suddenly, a group of men dressed in black surround you, pointing guns in your direction. Your heart races with terror as you try to comprehend what is happening. Your husbands step in front of you, shielding you from danger as they assess the situation.

Ren's eyes narrow as he glares at the attackers, his hand hovering near the gun in his pocket. Zayn remains cool and collected, his face a mask of stoicism as he analyzes the situation. You cling to your husband's arm, praying that they can protect you from any harm.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ren growls, his voice filled with anger. The leader of the attackers steps forward, sneering at Ren as he speaks.

"You owe us money, Ren. We're here to collect," the man says, his tone menacing. Ren's jaw clenches as he hears this,

You pretend to tremble with fear while carefully analyzing the situation. Although your husbands are powerful and protective, you have a secret that they don't know about: you're a highly skilled assassin. You've been involved in many dangerous situations before and you know how to handle yourself.

As you listen to the conversation between Ren and the attackers, you start to formulate a plan. You try to gather as much information as possible about the attackers and their whereabouts, calculating the best way to take them down.

While pretending to be scared, you slide your hand under your blanket and grasp the handle of a small knife hidden beneath the fabric. You make sure to keep it well concealed, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Your instincts and training kick in as you prepare yourself for whatever comes next. You know that you can't rely solely on your husbands to protect you, and you

As the leader of the attackers continues to speak, you make your move. With swift and subtle movements, you pull out a small knife and hold it to the leader's neck, pressing it firmly against his skin.

The other attackers hesitate for a moment as they see their leader held hostage, unsure of what to do next. You take advantage of their hesitation and back away slowly, bringing the leader with you as a shield.

Your voice is steady and firm as you issue a warning to the attackers. "Don't even think about it. If anyone tries to shoot, I'll kill your leader," you say, the knife still pressed against his throat.

Your husbands look at you in shock, surprised by your sudden move. They remain silent but alert, ready to act if necessary.

The attackers exchange wary glances, unsure of how to proceed. They know that you

With your knife still pressed against the leader's throat, you issue a firm command to the attackers. "Drop your weapons and take two steps back, or I'll kill him now!" you say with authority.

The attackers exchange nervous glances but they eventually comply, throwing their guns to the ground and retreating two steps back. You continue to hold the leader hostage, making sure to keep your distance from the remaining attackers.

Your husbands look at you in surprise, stunned by your sudden demonstration of bravery. They are relieved that you are safe but worried about the dangerous position you have put yourself in.

Ren steps forward towards the attackers, his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. "We'll settle this later. For now, we want safe passage out of here," Ren says, his voice steady and calm.

The attackers nod reluctantly, allowing your family to leave the scene

As you and your family begin to make your way out of the dangerous situation, you take a moment to turn the tables on the attackers. You deftly reach into your pocket and pull out a small set of needles, throwing them in the direction of each attacker.

Within moments, each assailant drops to the ground unconscious, their bodies no match for your expertly placed pressure points. Your husbands look at you in admiration, impressed by your quick thinking and expert skills.

With the danger now over, you and your family leave the area, continuing on with your lives as if nothing had happened. As you walk, you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, proud of yourself for taking charge of the situation and protecting your family.

You may have hidden your true identity from your husbands but this experience has shown that you are no ordinary wife. You are a skilled assassin

As you get into the car, feeling slightly exhausted from the events of the day, you notice a black hoodie on the back seat. You recognize it as belonging to one of your husbands, and quickly put it on over your clothes.

The family had decided to move to another one of your mansions for increased safety. As you ride in the back seat, your mind drifts to thoughts of how your life had taken such an unexpected turn. You never imagined being married to two powerful men, let alone balancing such a dangerous lifestyle as an assassin.

But despite the danger and stress, you know that you wouldn't trade your life for anything. Your husbands, though possessive and obsessive at times, love you fiercely and would do anything to protect you. And you, with your skills honed over years of training, are just as capable of protecting them.

As the car

You yawn and express your desire to get some sleep as you sense that your husbands are still processing the events of the day. Driving through the night, you feel the car slowly coming to a stop in front of the new mansion. They help you out of the car, and you make your way into the house, heading straight to the bedroom.

As you lay down on the bed, you drift off to sleep quickly, feeling safe and protected in your husband's arms. The events of the day may have been exhausting and dangerous, but with your husbands by your side, you know that you will always be safe and loved.

One week later, you notice that both of your husbands have been ignoring you all through the week, and now they seem serious and want to talk to you. You sit on the couch in the living room, waiting for them to speak.

Ren takes a deep breath before saying, "Wifey, we need to talk to you about something that's been bothering us for a while now." Zayn nods his head in agreement.

"Okay, what's going on?" You respond with concern in your voice.

"We feel that we need to limit the risk involved in your life as an assassin," Zayn says, his voice solemn.

Ren continues, "We've been talking about it for a while now, but we both think that it's time for you to retire from this lifestyle."

You feel your heart sink at their words, not sure if you heard

"We think it's time for you to retire from your life as an assassin," Ren repeated, his voice firm and serious.

You stare at them, feeling a mix of shock and disbelief. Retire? You've been living this lifestyle for years now, and it's become a part of who you are.

"But...but this is who I am. I can't just retire like that," you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

Zayn places a hand on your shoulder. "We understand that this is a big decision, but we care about you too much to put you in any more danger. It's time for you to live a normal life."

Ren nods in agreement. "We've discussed it and we think it's the best thing for everyone involved."

You take a deep breath, feeling torn between your love for your husbands and your passion for your

"I understand that being an assassin is a big part of who you are, but we simply can't allow the risk involved to continue. You are more than just your profession, and we want to see you live a long and happy life. One without constantly looking over your shoulder or being in danger," Zayn responds, his tone calm and reassuring.

Ren adds, "We know it's a big decision, but we're asking you to trust us when we say that it's for the best. You've done enough, accomplished more than anyone could ask for in this life. It's time for you to retire and enjoy the fruits of your labor."

You take a deep breath and consider their words. You do love them and you want to make them happy, but at the same time, the idea of giving up your profession feels like giving up a part of yourself

"I understand how you feel. It's a difficult decision to make. But please know that this isn't about changing who you are. You'll always be our fierce and independent wife, no matter what you choose. We just want you to be safe and happy," Zayn replies, his voice full of concern.

Ren chimes in, "We also know that retiring isn't going to be easy. It's a big change, and we're here to support you through the transition. Whatever you need, we're here for you."

You take a moment to think about their words before finally nodding in agreement. "Okay, I'll retire from the lifestyle. But I need some time to figure out who I am without it," you reply, your voice hesitant.

Zayn smiles at you reassuringly, "Don't worry wifey. We'll

Four months have passed since you made the decision to retire from your life as an assassin. It wasn't easy, but with the support of your husbands, you've started to explore new opportunities and hobbies.

You're sitting in the living room, reading a book, when Ren walks in with a grin on his face. "Hey wifey, guess what?" he says excitedly.

You look up from your book, curious. "What's going on?"

"Remember that trip we talked about taking? We're finally doing it," he says with a wide smile.

"Really? Where are we going?" you ask, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest.

Zayn enters the living room then, "We're going to Japan. I've always wanted to see the cherry blossoms in spring and I figured it was time for us to have a much

"I'm so excited! I've always wanted to go to Japan too. It sounds amazing," you reply, beaming with excitement.

Ren grins at your enthusiasm, "Yeah, it's going to be great. We've got everything planned out. We'll be staying in Tokyo for a few weeks, then taking a train to check out some other cities."

You can hardly contain your excitement as you start to plan out what you want to see and do while you're there. You've always been fascinated by the culture and can't wait to experience it firsthand.

Zayn pulls you into a hug, "We just wanted to do something special to celebrate your retirement and show you how proud we are of you."

You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words. It's been a tough transition, but having your husbands' support has made all the difference

Zayn chuckles and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. "Yes, my love?" he asks, nuzzling his face into your hair.

You look up at him with a smile, "Thank you so much for planning this trip. I can't wait to experience it with you guys."

"Anything for you, wifey," he replies with a smile. "We just want you to be happy and enjoy your retirement."

Ren smirks playfully, "And we might have a few surprises planned for you too, just to make the trip extra special."

You raise an eyebrow, "Surprises? What kind of surprises?"

Ren just chuckles mysteriously, "You'll have to wait and see, wifey."

Ren grins at your words, "Well, we wouldn't want to disappoint you, wifey. But those surprises will have to wait until after the trip." He leans in to kiss you deeply, his hands starting to roam over your body.

Zayn joins in on the fun, his hands sliding over your thighs as he starts to kiss down your neck. "But for now, let's focus on giving you what you want," he murmurs seductively.

You moan softly as both of your husbands start to pleasure you, their skilled hands and mouths sending waves of pleasure through your body. It's moments like these that remind you how lucky you are to have two loving and attentive husbands to indulge your every desire.

As both of your husbands continue to fuck you relentlessly, their strong hands holding onto your hips tightly as they move in unison, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm. The feeling of being filled so completely by both of them, their skilled movements teasing you towards the edge, is almost too much to bear.

You let out a loud moan as you feel yourself start to peak, your walls clenching tightly around Ren's cock as Zayn continues to pound into your ass. It's not long before you hit your climax, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cry out their names.

Both Ren and Zayn follow soon after, both of them groaning loudly as they empty themselves inside of you. You collapse onto the bed, spent and satisfied, as your husbands curl up next to you, holding you close with contented smiles on

Ren and Zayn both hold you close, their strong arms around your shaking body as they stroke your hair gently. "Shh, it's okay, wifey," Ren whispers softly. "Just let it all out."

Zayn presses a warm kiss to your forehead, his voice soothing. "We're here with you, always. You never have to be ashamed of what you feel."

You cry softly against their chests, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. But their words comfort you, reminding you that you're not alone and that they love you unconditionally.

As you start to calm down, Ren and Zayn clean you up gently, making sure that you're comfortable and taken care of. And as you lie in their arms, surrounded by their warmth and love, you know that you wouldn't want to be anywhere else