Page 1 of His Vengeful Tradwife

CHAPTER 1

Maverick

Almost there, baby.

I can tell she's close.

By this time, I know her body almost as well as I know my own.

I rotate my hips, thrusting deeper into Amanda's pussy as she wraps her legs around me. We're both slick, dripping with sweat, after hours of fucking, but I want to bring her there one more time. Just one more time before I have to go back to my wife and kids.

“Yes, Maverick,” she cries. “You’re like a king, like agodin bed.”

Anything for the love of my life!

I can feel her clit rubbing against my belly, and her head falls back onto the pillow as her orgasm hits.

I groan, the feel of her soft, warm pussy milking me, the tight squeeze of her inner walls pulling a gasping ecstatic release from me as she always does.

We moan in delicious pleasure and collapse onto the bed together, our breathing in unison, our hearts beating as one.

I gently brush Amanda’s dark hair from her forehead and kiss her, letting my lips linger.

"I love you," I say. "Mon amour. My soulmate."

"I love you too," Amanda replies, burying her nose in my neck and snuggling closer. “With us it’s like this intellectual connection really deepens our oneness.”

"I wish I could have this all the time," I complain, as I always do. "Look how you fit into my arms so perfectly.”

She wraps her arm around my chest, both of us sticky and sweaty, but not caring. We just want to be close to each other.

Then she rolls onto her elbows and looks at me.

I stroke her cheek. It never gets boring looking at Amanda, with her sleek brunette hair, fringe, and snapping dark eyes. She’s sofascinating. We work together at a law firm, and she’s a brilliant, stunningly intelligent barrister with a razor-sharp mind.

"We can have this all the time," she says in her direct way. "Once you stop worrying aboutherfeelings and tell your wife you want a divorce."

I hesitate, and nod slowly. "I know, I know. I’ve been putting it off, but I need to. It's just a difficult situation. She's the mother of mychildren, you know? And it's going to devastate her, shatter her whole world. I’m worried about how hard she’ll take it.”

Amanda kisses me, her lips lingering, lusty.

"I know, but isn't it better for her to find out the truth now that she's in a loveless marriage? And it's not fair toyouto have to live a lie. Don’t you deserve to be with someone who is truly compatible with you on every level? Emotional, sexual, professional, and intellectual? Besides, it's not good for the kids to grow up with two parents who don't love each other."

"I know," I ground out. “Logically, you’re right, of course. But fuck, I’ll have to deal with all the crying and trying to change my mind. I just hope she can be somewhat discreet so the kids won’tget upset. They’ll see in time that this is the best choice for our family.”

Of course it has to be done, but there’s this big legal case coming up that I’ve been working on for months. But I need to stop putting it off and justtellher.

"You're such a good man," Amanda says, getting up out of bed and rummaging for her cigarettes. "But you deserve to be happy, too."

I watch her lithe, flexible body as she moves around the kitchen, and I can already feel my cock twitching, even though I'm motherfucking 40 years old and we've been having sex all afternoon. It's rare we get an afternoon together, so we wanted to make the most of it.

She snaps on the TV as I get up too, pulling my pants back on over my half-hard cock.

And, wouldn't you know, but there's my wife, getting interviewed by the local news.

"And now," the news anchor chirps, "we're so lucky to have Tallulah Laurent here, who runs the wildly popular A Pinch of Ginger tradwife TikTok channel, and I believe today she's going to teach us how to bake the perfect macarons."

Tallulah smiles sweetly at the news anchor. There are macarons spread out before her, the delicate meringue-based cookies bright and cheerful in shades of sunshine yellow, strawberry pink, cloud white, blueberry blue.

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