Page 13 of His Vengeful Tradwife

And then as they got closer, the little jokes about being his 'work wife' started. The exaggerated attempts to be friends with me.

All to cover up their nasty little grubby affair.

And I hadn't even suspected anything. Because I thought my intense, devoted husband loved me madly, deeply, eternally.

Well,she could fucking have him.

I didn't want him.

But that didn't mean I was going to make it easy for Maverick.

No, I was going to make it as excruciating as I possibly could.

Even though I mainly wanted to punish Maverick, I was surprised how much I was enjoying myself with Austin. Fun conversation, cute as fuck, understood my job,respectedmy job, nice shoulders.

So when he drove me back home and parked in the driveway, I responded eagerly to his kiss and the feel of his warm hands on my face, running down to gently cup my curves.

I had never had any complaints about Maverick in bed. Big, thick dick, and he knew how to use it, too.

But if he was going to fuck around onme, then he was going to fuck around and find outIcould do the same thing.

Austin was hot and a good kisser, too.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when out of the corner of the eye I saw a curtain flicker in the dark kitchen.

Maverick.

He had always been quite jealous when we first got together, but he had calmed down after we had a few kids. Maybe he thought I was too in love with him to have sex with somebody else.

But he was about to find out exactly how wrong he was.

Austin wasn't as big as my ex, but when he put a finger on my clit and started rubbing exactly where I needed it, I didn't care. I was just enjoying the feeling of being adored.

And if Maverick was still watching, which he probably was, the sick little pervert, it would serve him right.

So I rolled the truck window down further to make sure he got an earful.

I loved sex and had always been noisy, so I didn't hold back.

Austin kissed me with an eager heat as my hips rolled over his hard cock, his thumb pressed firmly on my clit.

"Just like that," I breathed in his ear, tangling my hands in that glorious golden mullet.

He smelled like body spray with a faint lingering odor of soft clean hay, and it was delightful. When was the last time Maverick had even taken an interest inmyjob? Versus how many of his boring work functions I'd been to?

"Am I doing it right?" Austin rumbled in my ear. "Am I doing it just how you like it?"

Maverick never asked me anything of the sort. When he decided I was going to have an orgasm, I did, exactly how he wanted me to, in whatever way he wanted me to.

Maybe Austin's eager-to-please golden retriever energy was just what I needed to get over the revolting betrayal of my nasty skank-loving cheating husband.

"It's perfect," I gasped, and he lowered his head to my heavy breasts, circling my sensitive nipple with his tongue, and I threw my head back as my orgasm hit, riding it out with loud moans on his dick as he shuddered underneath me.

Then I slumped against his broad chest, breathing hard.

Delicious.

As I floated in my orgasm haze, he brushed my sticky hair from my neck and reached into the side of his truck, coming up with a 32 pack of condoms.

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