My Husband Cheated With A Hog
Language: en
My mother-in-law told me to go feed the hog. As I stepped toward the pen, a voice hissed into my ear: [Here she comes. I’m going to tear her face off in a minute.] [This cheap trash... she actually had the nerve to sleep next to my man last night.] [Hee hee. She’ll die before she figures out that her husband and I are a pair.] I froze in my tracks. I stared at the pig. It was glaring back at me, its small eyes full of malice. But he was a boar. A male hog.