Page 16 of The Other Woman

My other thought was how hurt was she going to be because of what this piece of shit had done to her. I’d lived in agony the whole time they were married. The first few years while they were dating, I wasn’t around that much, so it didn’t matter.

But when I came home to be the best man at his wedding is when I realized how much I had fucked up that night and that my feelings had not lightened in the least. I felt that same gut-punched feeling as that first night.

But they seemed happy, and I wanted that for her. But I couldn’t help moving back and staying close. Not in the hopes of interfering in their marriage, but because I know how much of a fuck up that guy is.

He'd seemed to change for her, though, or at least that’s what I believed. I didn’t meddle, but once every month, I’d see them at their home. I was the Godfather to her children. That’s another way I was protecting her. Everyone thought it was done out of my friendship with Doug, but he never once entered my mind.

The funny thing is I, too, changed for her. I was no longer interested in life in the fast lane, well, except for cars; I can’t give those up. But I no longer wanted to go from one meaningless affair to the next the way I’d always done. I just wanted to make sure she was always protected. If anyone had told me that this is what love felt like, I would’ve laughed in their face.

It was hell. I had to keep my distance so as not to betray a friend or, worse yet, involve her in the betrayal, and still, I had to hide the fact that I was in love with her whenever I was forced to be around. I didn’t let that love turn into lust; I wouldn’t do that to her.

Whenever things got too crazy, or I thought things were going to get out of hand, like when she announced both pregnancies, I’d fly out for a while. But both times, I came back in time for the births so I could be there in case anything went wrong and she needed me.

I’d forced myself to see her in a brotherly light, but that never worked for long. Then I found someone I thought might be good enough, but that didn’t work out either, and so I just stopped dating. Every woman I dated paled in comparison, and I just gave up the hope of ever finding anyone.

And now she was mine. She was finally mine, and we could have the life together that I’d always wanted for her. I’m going to shower her with love and adoration the way I’ve always imagined from afar, and I can hardly wait to get started.

I’d cum too deep in her womb for anything to run back out of her, and we were still locked together because her tight little pussy was too tight to push my length and width out.

I kept looking into her eyes until I was sure she could see the seriousness in mine. She’s about to see a whole other side of me that she had no idea existed. “Things are going to be very different from now on. Those kids are not going anywhere near those two until he gets some help or gets rid of her, whichever works for you.”

She nodded her head yes. “I’ll be there for every drop-off and pickup, no questions asked. There’s an app you can use to communicate with him about the kids, so you never have to speak to him again if you don’t want to. I’m taking point on this one and saying we’re going with that because ‘I’ don’t want you to.”

She nodded her head again, “Good girl!” I nibbled her lip and licked across it to ease the sting of my teeth before getting the brilliant idea to mark her for all the world to see. My cock jumped back to life and eased out of her until my cock plopped down between us, then helped her up and onto her hands and knees.

“I’ve been dying to fuck you from behind. You have the perfect ass!” I rubbed my hands all over is now before nosing my cock up to her slit and sliding in. My last orgasm had left her nice and primed, and my cock found its way home deep in her belly.

“Cant your ass for me, baby. I want that pussy on a tilt.” I smacked her ass each time she raised her ass and lowered her chest until she was perfecting in line with my burgeoning cock. “That’s it, right, there. That’s it, baby, ah yeah.” She’d canted her ass high enough that I could see the pink of her pussy.

It looked obscene the way my cock had stretched her open, and seeing her juices and mine pooled deep inside her each time I pulled the head out. Her pussy stayed gaped open for at least a minute each time until I filled it up again with my cock.

She moaned, groaned, and cried while holding onto her belly in pain. I knew it was hurting her, but this would hopefully be the first and last time I had to hurt her. But this was my favorite position, so she’ll just have to deal. I’ll be sure to eat her out once we’re done to ease the pain.

“Hold on tight.” She gripped the sheets in her fists, and I leaned over her back to grab the bed head again, this time with both hands, so I could have something to hold onto while I pile drive my cock into her.

For some reason, and I know this is crazy. Seeing the two of them in such close proximity unleashed something in me. I don’t know if it stems from all the years I had to put up with that shit and not say anything or what, but I didn’t like it.

It's going to be a bitch co-parenting with him, but if it’s in the best interest of the kids, then that’s what we’d do; as for my woman, soon-to-be wife, all bets are off. He’ll never set eyes on her again if I have anything to say about it.

I made her cum on my cock as many times as I wanted in this position until she dropped like a lodestone. Then and only then did I reach around for her clit, sunk my teeth into the flesh at her nape, and offloaded deep inside her once again.

She hasn’t said anything about birth control, and since she’d let me cum in her that first time, there was no reason not to carry on. If she only knew I was plotting to breed her as soon as possible, she’d run for the hills. She’d just had a baby a little more than a year ago, after all.

But we weren’t getting any younger, and that bastard already had a head start.

I think she likes getting her ass beat. I’ve noticed in the days following that night, she always starts acting up, especially right around the kids’ nap time in the afternoon or just after we put them to bed at night. In the afternoon, she always ends up face down across my knees, and at night I tie her hands to the bed and spank her ass while doing her hard from behind.

It's been peaceful around here so far, but she doesn’t know that it’s thanks to the team of men and women I have keeping Doug and that nightmare he’d taken up with at bay.

I’d gone through her phone in front of her and erased all the unread messages that had been there for days, which she claimed she’d forgotten all about. I read the first few to make sure it didn’t have anything to do with the kids, and once I was sure of that, I tossed them.

I set up the new app on her phone and then sent him a message letting him know it was me and to get the app as well if he wanted to keep up with his kids. Anything else will be ignored going forward. He didn’t like hearing that and wanted to start a text war, which I ended by blocking his number after telling him I was going to.

He now had the name of the app, so the ball was in his court. He couldn’t come to see the kids anyway, not without a mediator and most definitely not before the court hearing, which was a few months off.

It's funny when he lived with them, he barely had time, but now they’re first on his list. The fuck outta here. I knew just how to put a crimp in his sails, though, and went about taking care of that.

She didn’t know she was getting married in a few days until I dropped it on her halfway through the following week. “Our wedding, does it need to be a big shindig, or will something intimate on the beach with just our immediate family do?”

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