Page 26 of His Vengeful Tradwife

Fuck, now I was jealous of sourdough starter, because all I could think was,

She used to look at ME like that

"I won't be gone long," I added. "I promised Gabriel and Seraphina that I'd play soccer with them in the backyard this evening."

"OK!" Tallulah said perkily. "Be careful. At your age you could really throw your back out."

I headed over to Amanda's in a towering fury.

It used to be so fun to go over to her place after work, sneak in a quickie, then rush home in time for dinner. It was exciting.

But now the illicit thrill was gone.

Especially now that Tallulah took every opportunity to encourage me to go over to Amanda's.

The realization throbbed against me.

Surely it hadn't just been the thrill of it being forbidden?Right?

I wasn't the kind of cliche, stupid dumbass who had cheated on my wife and deluded myself into thinking it was true love when really I'd get bored of Amanda the moment my wife said, 'why don't you go over and see your little mistress'?

I had clearly been fooling myself.

What I thought was my great epic affair, a real love connection for the ages, had been over the moment Tallulah said "ok" when I told her I wanted a divorce.

I had been blind as fuck. I hadwantedmy wife to beg and plead, cry for me to stay. Tell me she couldn't live without me, that she couldn't survive without me.

I never guessed, after adoring me for so many years, she'dshrug.

That little shrug of hers replayed over and over again in my memory, and it was worse each time, the blow deeper, more cutting, each time.

Tallulah didn't need me at all.

I had never felt worse in my life when I went to Amanda's apartment and picked up my retirement account paperwork.

My life was in a fucking shambles. I was buried twelve feet under the ground. And the person who had dug every single stupid inch and dove headfirst into being a dipshit wasme.Instead of being at the peak of my career and the prime of my life, with a healthy 401K and a wife who adored me, I was now a pariah at work, had no retirement account, and had to sleep down the hall from my own wife who now hated me.

"Come fuck me, Maverick," Amanda said, her voice low and sultry.

She walked over to the couch and threw off her top and skirt, shimmying out of her panties until they were a puddle on the floor.

Then she climbed on the couch and bent over, spreading her cheeks for me so I could see her asshole, puckered and ready for me.

"You haven't fucked me in so long," she whined. "C'mon, please please pleaseeeeeeeee. I need that big cock in me. Come be a naughty naughty boy."

Bile rose in my throat as I looked at her. The sight of her puckered asshole and wet pussy made me want to vomit.

The sound of her whining voice made me want to gouge holes in the wall.

I must have had a fucking 6-month bout of insanity, because I had no fucking clue why I had thrown away my marriage for this whiny petulant money-grubbing bitch.

"No," I said.

She turned around, her eyes narrowed, dipping her fingers in her pussy.

"Don't tell me Tallulah is right that your vigorous days are behind you," she spat, humping her hand.

I felt a raw surge of fury to hear her mention my wife's name.

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