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Rex turned around, his semi-hard cock glistening with wetness. Ron’s chest ached. Rex’s size exceeded his wildest imaginations about it. Rex put his hands up.
“This isn’t what it looks like, man.”
Ron scowled at him and responded in a dry tone.
“Your wife is looking for you.”
“Ron, man, listen to...”
Ron’s volume raised, and his muscles tensed as he looked at the floor to the side of where Rex and Jessica stood.
“Get. Out.”
Rex hastened to pick up his clothes and get them back on, but Ron’s eyes locked on Jessica. He shook his head and glared at her. She grinned in return with a cocked eyebrow. The tension in Ron’s shoulders pulled into his neck as Rex passed him and exited, closing the door behind him.
“You just couldn’t resist, could you?” Ron asked.
Jessica prowled up to Ron, reaching for his belt. Ron swatted her hand away.
“Don’t even think about it.”
But she persisted, dropping to her knees to get closer and grabbing at his crotch. Her hand grasped a handful of his shorts and the hardness of his shaft. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him.
“I knew it!” she said.
“Fuck you, Jessica.”
She smirked.
“Wouldn’t you like to, Ron?”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up. Her lips parted and released a devilish laugh.
“Mmmm, what do you want to do to this wicked whore, Ron?”
His hand jerked her head back, and his other hand reached for her bare breast, taking the nipple between his finger and thumb. Jessica howled as he squeezed, gritting his teeth as his eyes burned at her and the sensation of adrenaline rushed through his body. Her howl melded into a chuckle. Then a hissing whisper.
“Yesss. You want to punish this whore!”
Ron slapped her breast with his free hand, and she howled again. Using her hair as a rein, he shoved her over towards the bed.
“Take this pussy, Ron! Fuck me with your rage!”
He pushed her onto the bed and growled at her.
“I don’t want to fuck you. Lay down!”
She complied, and he pulled out his hard cock. Her eyes narrowed, and she pursed her lips as he stroked it.
“Spread your legs and finger yourself.”
Her fingers obeyed and slid down her stomach towards her parting legs.
“Look me in the eye, you slut. Tell me how you did it. Every detail.”
“You mean how I got your boyfriend to betray you and his annoying wife?”
Ron reached out and slapped Jessica across the face, jolting her head to the side.
“Of course, that’s what I mean, you whore.”
Jessica’s mouth hung open in a grin as she turned her gaze back to him and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. One fingertip began circling over her shimmering, raised clit.
“It wasn’t that hard. Your workout lover had his eye on me from the moment I met him in the airport. And with a bitch like that for a wife, I knew he was starving for some sexual adventure. Provoking Jennifer only helped my cause. She became more controlling, forbidding him to talk to me. She played right into my trap. Nothing is more enticing than forbidden fruit.”
Jessica writhed on the bed as her finger danced in a fury on her nub. Ron stopped his stroking, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it away. Then he slapped her pussy, causing Jessica to cry out. Her eyes turned to steel, and she smiled at him.
“Rayan was just as easy.”
Ron’s eyes widened, and he slapped her pussy again, harder this time. She arched her back, wincing and moaning.
“That’s right, Ron. Punish this evil pussy. You hate it, don’t you? And you hate me.”
She turned her head towards him and opened her eyes, glaring at him.
“You don’t love me, do you? You hate me, don’t you?”
“How could I love a lying, cheating whore?”
He spat on her pussy and slapped it one more time before returning his hand to his erection.
“Keep stroking, slut.”
His fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked with furious speed.
“I’m gonna cum all over your face, you filthy cunt!”
“Ooo, yesss, show me your hatred!”
Both of them rubbed their genitals in a frenzy. Ron’s ass cheeks tightened as the pressure in the tip of his cock rose to a painful level. His stomach muscles tightened as the fire inside of him spewed forth from his cock onto Jessica’s face. He kept pounding his cock with his fist, milking it all over her. His eyes burned into her as thread after thread seared his penis opening and shot out, spattering her face and tits. She moaned and shook.
“I’m cumming!”
“Because you’re a whore!”
She licked her lips, catching some of his cum as she did.
“Yesss, I am!”
Ron’s heart pounded as he shook his softening cock to get every drop of his seed on her body. Her mouth and legs hung open, and her frame convulsed. He stood over her, scowling.
“I’m so glad I’m divorcing you.”
Jessica’s eyes remained closed, but she responded.
“Of course, you are.”
“You couldn’t keep to the plan for a few weeks. Goddammit, Jessica, was that really so much to ask? And you had to go after the only guy friend I’ve made in five years. Do you realize what this does to us? To our chances of getting the money?”
“I don’t give a fuck about the money.”
Ron’s forehead stung as a burning thread connected across it from one temple to another, and he clenched his fists as he shouted at her.
“But I do!”
He put his cock back in his pants and turned away from her, zipping them up.
“So does your little friend.”
“Wow, you went there.”
He turned back towards her.
“You bet I fucking went there.”
Her voice softened, and the light in her eyes left.
“Look at the noble Ron Stroker. Punching below the belt.”
“Give me a break, Jessica. You want to go down in flames? You can do that by yourself.”
A knock came at the bungalow door, and paper slid underneath it across the floor towards Ron.
“What the?”
He bent over to pick it up, and his eyes perused it.
“That’s rich.”
He wadded it up and threw it at Jessica. She held her hands up to deflect the paper ball.
“We’re invited to a couple’s ball. Tonight.”
She turned her head away and faced the sliding glass doors leading out to the deck.
“I’m not going.”
“Fine with me. But I am. The little flyer says all the couples are going to share something about themselves. What makes their relationship unique. And believe me, I’ve got plenty to share.”
Jessica turned back to Ron.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, yes, I would. Jessica, I’m done with your games. I’m going to tell them everything. If they didn’t already hate you, they all will once they know the truth. I imagine the resort staff's sympathy will be enough to get me an exception in the will. You don’t want the money? That’s good, cause you aren’t getting any. But you will not keep me from getting what’s mine.”
Jessica frowned, her eyes vacant.
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?”
“It doesn’t matter. Do what you must, Ron. It’s what any man would do.”
She turned away from him, and he fought the sudden twinge of concern for her that tried to emerge inside him.
Fuck her, he thought. She made this bed. She can sleep in it.
