Page 12 of His Vengeful Tradwife

Her hands tightened around his head, pulling his blonde hair, and I saw her plump pink lips open.

Oh shit, I recognized that face. . .

And then she came, groaning loudly and throwing her head back, baring her elegant throat to him.

"Yes oh god yes keep going please," she wailed and her moan dropped to low and guttural. I felt my cock twitching as the windowsill came apart in my hands.

The blood rushed in my ears so hard I thought I might pass out, and I had to count very slowly to 10.

She was going to come in now.

Once she opened that door, she wasmine, and I was going to tell her in no uncertain terms that she was not going to be fucking random men in the driveway.

But she didn't come to the front door.

I yanked the curtain aside.

"Baby, want to go again?" he asked, and when I heard her little gasping, "oh yes," I couldn't control myself.

I ripped the door open and strode furiously toward the truck.

CHAPTER 5

Tallulah

Iknew one thing. I surely as fuck was not going to sit around the house whileMaverickplayed happy families with his little mistress andmykids.

For a moment I toyed with just shooting new content for my TikTok channel. We lived on several acres with flourishing vegetable and flower gardens, dozens of chickens that I really needed to hire someone to take care of because they were a lot of work, beautiful little jersey cows, and all the other accessories that meant my channel had that tres authentic feel to it.

Maverick had never been very involved in my channel, and I knew from the texts I had seen that Amanda thought of it as a job for simpletons, and that I personally was a bimbo giggling her way into a very profitable tradwife channel.

But what neither of them realized was that it takes a lot of skill to run a successful TikTok channel and Maverick and Amanda were about to realize that I amvery fucking good at organization.

I wondered if Amanda knew Maverick was entitled to my sponsor income for the first few years after a divorce, and expected to get a huge windfall on the back of all my hard work.

Hell no.

So I decided to go out on a date instead. It wasn't hard to find a man. Looks aren't everything, but I know I'm a smokeshow.

I scrolled through TikTok, stopping when I saw the Big Man, Tiny Cows channel. His hook was that he raised tiny teacup mini cattle, and I had to admit it was a pretty damn adorable idea as this big guy cradled a tiny spotted mini cow. His biceps bulged as he stacked huge bales of hay in another video. Even better, Austin had already been DMing me, even though I hadn't responded. So I knew he lived nearby and had been asking for collabs for a few months.

He was a big, blonde golden retriever type, extremely cute and young with a glowing healthy mullet. My husband was a big dark-haired gothic asshole type.

I couldn’t think of anyone less like Maverick.

Perfect.

In person, he was very sweet and eager, his eyes respectfully worshipping me.Maverickalways looked at my body with a casual proprietary eye. Like he knew he owned me and that was that.

Coffee was so much fun that we went to lunch. Then a movie. Then he suggested dancing.

I was pleased to see Maverick covered in poop when I came home to grab my flats. He was under the mistaken impression that taking care of our kids was easy becauseIloved it and didn't complain. So as long as my baby was having fun, I frankly enjoyed seeing my ex flail around.

MeanwhileAmandawas bent over her sporty red car, making little angry grunting noises as she tried to scrub what smelled like throw-up out of the seats.

Bitch.

I had never liked Amanda Miller. From the first moment I met her, I knew she wanted my husband. The way she looked adoringly at him. The way she touched her hair, ran her handsover her pert little breasts in a way that was supposed to be subtle but really was about as subtle as a foghorn.

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