Chapter 2: A Visit, a Curiosity, a Fall
That afternoon, she came over. “Just to talk,” she said. Jeff was out. David answered the door.
But the door had barely closed before her hands were on him. Fingertips grazing his waist, brushing over the soft fabric that clung between his thighs. Feeling his lips through the fabric.
“God,” she whispered. “You’re… so wrong now.”
“I know,” David said, leaning into her. “And yet you can’t look away.”
She kissed him first — desperate, curious, a little afraid of what it meant to want him this way. He tasted familiar and not at all the same. He gasped when she touched him lower, spreading his legs for her fingers like it was second nature.
She couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop whispering how impossible it was. She wasn’t just older than him now. She was bigger and could dominate his small form.
“You used to f*** me with so much ego,” she murmured. “And now you just—melt when I touch you. You used to be a man.”
David arched. “I still am. Just not that kind.”
And when she finally tasted him running her tongue around his clit and licking inside his canal, when she finally made him come — softly, shaking, gripping the sheets — she moaned into his skin, overcome.
“I can’t believe this sweet little pussy belonged to my arrogant ex husband.”
“Not anymore,” he breathed.
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Scene: After
They lay in silence, her hand on his thigh.
“This doesn’t mean I’m okay with you and our son screwing each other,” she said, eventually.
“I know,” David whispered, smiling. “But now you understand.”
She didn’t answer. Just traced a lazy finger down his stomach, then lower still.
“…I really, really do.”