Page 14 of His Vengeful Tradwife

"Baby, want to go again?"

I laughed.

I should have been fucking 25 year olds long ago! They were the best.

"Oh hell yes," I said, putting both hands on his face and kissing him.

"Baby, you're so hot," he moaned, and I teased my tongue against his, tangling together as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close again.

The next thing I heard was the front door slamming open.

"Shit, is that your husband?" Austin asked in awe as Maverick burst through the front door.

Austin is a big guy, and he clearly works out, with many bulging biceps, but Maverick isbigbig. Like a huge fucking guy with huge shoulders and hands like mitts.

And, I notice, an angry frown on his face.

He reached the door of the truck and yanked it open.

"Tallulah,get the fuck out of there and come inside!" he roared.

"Why should I come inside?" I shot at him, smashing my breasts tighter against Austin’s chest. "Go away, Maverick. This is none of your business!"

"Whenmywife is getting fucked in the front seat of a truck in my driveway, I'd say it's my goddamn business!" he growled, reaching a hand out for me.

"Your wife?" yelped Austin. "I thought ya'll were getting a divorce!"

"We are!" I said coolly. "So get out of my face, Maverick. I'm ready for round 2. Which can happenrightafter round 1 with Austin. It's awesome!Youcan't make me doshitI don't want to!"

"Oh, can't I?" my ex growled, and he lunged at me.

I turned and flung myself into the passenger seat, deftly rolling out of Maverick's grasp, then pulled at the door handle and swung my ass out of there.

"Tallulah, if I need to throw you over my shoulder and drag you inside, I will," he warned, and I heard him coming around the truck after me.

Austin hauled ass out too, and stepped in between us.

"Whoa, there!" he said placatingly, holding out his hands to Maverick. "Calm down, buddy. There's no need to get upset."

"That's right," I added, "I'll fuck as many younger men in their trucks as I want."

Austin turned to grin at me. "Goddamn, and you can fuck, baby! Tight juicy pussy."

Maverick growled angrily, low and feral, and the next thing I knew he had both hands wrapped around Austin's neck and had slammed him up against the truck.

Austin kicked out at him, trying to knee Maverick in the balls, but my ex-husband was angrier and stronger.

The two men wrestled against the truck, grunting curses at each other.

“Stay away from her!” Maverick ordered through gritted teeth. Austin was elbowing, then punching, my ex in the ribs, but he wouldn’t let go.

This was all very amusing, but too much of this and the neighbors would call the police.

I grabbed a shovel from the side of the house and jabbed Maverick in the back of his knees, then cracked him sharply across the shins.

He was forced to let Austin go, and the other man gasped for breath.

"You better go," I said quickly. "I'll see you soon."

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