Page 17 of His Vengeful Tradwife

And she turned and shut the door in my face, but not before I got a flash of her bare ass as she flounced away.

I went to the guest room in a towering rage.

Flinging myself on the bed, I realized my cock was uncomfortably hard.

I hadn't actually been able to go to Amanda’s place and have sex with her since I told Tallulah it was over.

I should call her like she wanted, but I was in such a rage I didn't feel like it. I took out the picture she had sent me and pulled my cock from my sweatpants, stroking the aching length as I let my eyes linger over Amanda's revealing lingerie and the long sweep of her legs.

ButTallulahwas the one I saw, the way she looked when she came to the door, her perky pink nipples very visible against the sheer fabric.

Why had I never seen that nightie? Why was she buying all these new clothes?So she could fuck other men, I suppose,I thought viciously.

Goddamn it

I zoomed in on Amanda's picture, trying to focus on her taut, athletic body, my hand pumping up and down on my cock.

But it didn't fucking work.

It wasTallulahin my mind, the way she had looked, the way she had smelled, that light elegant scent she used, the way one sleepy creamy thigh rubbed against the other.

What I had always done to her when she’d flounced away before, how I had always picked her up and thrown her on the bed as she squealed in delight. How she had arched her back and spread her thighs wide for me to sink into her with a growl.

Why the fuck couldn't I get her out of mind?

Just because she hadn't reacted to my announcement like I had expected she would?

After all,Iwas happy to be getting a divorce.

So why shouldn't she be?

Somehow I didn't like that, didn't like it at all.

Shaking my head, my hand on my cock grew increasingly frenzied. I flicked feverishly through my other pictures of Amanda. Tiny booty shorts, a shot up her dress, her tits smashed together, sucking her finger like it was my dick, blowing me a kiss, her mouth open as she pressed a dildo deep in her pussy.

Nothing. My dick was unmoved.

Fuck.

Tallulah appeared in my mind again, the way she had ground down on that shithead in the truck, the way her hips had undulated sensually.

I knew exactly what it felt like with her on my lap, and it wasincredible.

Of course, the problem had never been our sexual chemistry.

I just hadn't gotten used to seeing her as myex-wife yet.

My release was immediately sizzling up my spine at how my fingers had felt on her skin, the way undoing her dress had brought back that familiar rush of lust.

I dropped my dick like it burned. I was not going to let Tallulah get under my skin like that. I was not going to sit here and jerk off to thinking about her creamy breasts, the way those little pink nipples tasted under my tongue.

Amanda, now she was very nice in bed, too. Very, very nice. She had some very nice moves, too, that I would be able to recall quite clearly if I could get the image of my ex’s breasts, hips, and ass out of my head.

I lay on my side fucking fuming, my dick dripping precum all over my sheets, as I gritted my teeth and tried to think about anything but Tallulah.

I slept like shit but I woke up determined that today would go better.

Amanda came over in the morning, full of perky and bright-eyed energy.

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