Chapter 5: Alone in the Afterglow
Meredith lay in tangled sheets, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily overhead. Her legs still trembled. Her breath came slow and uneven. Her mind, though, was anything but calm.
David.
That name had shaped two decades of her life — as her husband, her partner, the man she built a home and child with. The man who had been arrogant, driven, always a little too hungry for control — especially in bed.
And now?
Now David was gone.
In his place was… her son’s boyfriend. An 18-year-old twink with wide, moaning eyes, a delicate frame, and a body built to be touched. A soft, submissive cuntboy who cried out under her fingers like he was made to be taken apart.
Her ex husband, now barely a man at all.
And he’d loved it.
She rolled to her side, face hot, one leg twitching with the lingering echo of orgasm. She could still feel the way he’d kissed her thighs, the way his mouth had worshipped her like he was making up for every selfish moment of their marriage.
The intimacy of it. The rightness of it, somehow, despite how wrong it all should’ve felt.
She had tasted what he’d become.
And it thrilled her.
But more than that — it broke something.
Because he’d chosen this. He had chosen to become something beautiful and shameless and deeply submissive. Not just for Jeff — though she couldn’t stop thinking about that either — but because it was who he was all along.
And now she had to live with the knowledge that the man who once grunted through sex like it was a race was now a lithe, moaning boy with a pussy, who melted under the touch of their son.
She covered her mouth with one hand. Her breath shook.
Not in horror.
In arousal. In confusion. In mourning.
And something else she didn’t want to name.