The fourth and final chapter.
Warning: Contains emotional abuse & cheating. The ending packs quite an emotional punch.
Jessica's a real crazy bitch. I wouldn't want her anywhere near my man, for sure!
PART 4
"John!" Steve whispered harshly. No response.
"John!" He whispered again. John snapped awake.
It took him a minute to realize he was no longer tied down. No ropes, no cuffs. Nothing. He sat up and rubbed his sore wrists. 'Did that really happen?' he asked to himself.
He turned and got a confirmation that everything that had happened was real. He saw Steve still tied down to the chair. John jumped off the bed, a little wobbly due to not having walked under his own power in days. He realized he was still nude but that didn't matter. He looked over to his husband.
"Steve, I don't know what to say." John said, starting to tear up as he looked at the ropes to try and figure how to untie him. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just caught up in the heat of the moment."
"It's okay. Listen, John. Listen!" Steve said, stopping him, grabbing his attention.
"John, I think she's still here." he said. They both listened, and heard some movement downstairs.
"What do I do?" John asked.
"Take her down." Steve said, confident that his husband could take that bitch down once and for all.
John tried to think of what he should do. He looked around trying to find a weapon to use if he had to. Before he could come to a decision, Jessica appeared in the doorway.
She was fully clothed in a new outfit. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a small dark-gray t-shirt with some band logo on the front. It was a small t-shirt, and it fit her tight. Her firm tits pressed outward, lifting the small shirt, exposing some sexy midriff. Her hard nipples were apparent through her thin shirt. John's dick started to harden again due to her mere presence.
"Well, guys, I'm ready to head out. I just wanted to say goodbye. Unless, you want me to stay?" Jessica asked. John was baffled by this woman.
"What makes you think I just won't stop you? What makes you think I won't take you down?" John asked.
"Honey, stopping me is the last thing on your mind." Jessica said, looking down at his hardening dick.
"How arrogant are you?" John asked.
"How horny are you? Did you forget how you were begging me to fuck you? How you were begging to squeeze my tits in front of your so-called husband, Mr. Gay Man?" Jessica emphasized the last three words. This knocked him back a bit. He looked down at Steve, embarrassed.
"Do you think you can still go back to him after experiencing what I have to offer?" Jessica said, stepping into the room. "Do you think you can keep having the plain, boring gentle sex you've been having for years after experiencing the good stuff? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without getting another knee-trembling blowjob? Do you want to spend the rest of your life with Steve's flat chest, without getting to experience my amazing tits? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking a tight wet pussy again? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking my amazing tight ass? Do you want to spend the rest of your life settling for tasting his unpleasant semen after getting a taste of my delicious, sweet cunt juice? Do you think you can go on without getting another taste of my tight delicious asshole, and remain rimming, tasting and riding Steve's flat, plain boring ass for the rest of your life?"
John gulped as he heard this. His dick was fully hard again. He had forgotten how horny he was before she had knocked him out. He was now reminded how swollen his balls felt, how full of cum they were.
"Didn't it feel so good when we were together? Didn't it feel so right? Have you ever felt as right with a guy, as you did with me, John? You're meant to be pleasing women with that big piece of meat, not a guy's ass. Didn't it seem like you had met your true love in me? Your equal with me? In us?" the arrogant bitch said. John just shook his head at how misguided she was.
"There's one other thing I should tell you. All those insults you said about your husband? Just saying them, out loud, and vicious, has the effect of making you believe them. All the things you said about him are now ingrained in your mind. You believe them. You won't be able to think about anything else but all of those flaws you discovered in him. You can't just un-think them. Now that you've discovered this new side to your sexuality, you won't just be able to ignore it. Put it back in a box. It will drive you crazy, craving for a pussy. But why settle for any pussy when you can have the best, you can have mine right now, anytime you want. You think you can go back to the way things were with Steve? That's in the past. It won't be the same. The sex you two will have will just be poor substitute for what we've done together. And Steve doesn't have a pussy like I do, John. He doesn't have these big breasts, which I know you're dying to feel. To suck on them. And you can, John. They're all yours. If you just say yes. You won't be satisfied with anything less than me again. The rift between you and Steve will grow, and you'll eventually break up anyway. So why waste time?
"Fuck you. He loves me." Steve said. "And I love him just as much as ever."
"Does he really still love you though? God, he was pretty vicious with his insults. You heard him. He wouldn't say that stuff about a man he loved. He never insulted me. That's cause John actually loves me, and not you, Steve." Jessica said.
"That's not true." John said.
"Isn't it, John? Look at us. I'm superior to him in every way. I'm gorgeous. He's plain. I've got a nice, smooth tan all over. He's pale. I have nice, long, sexy legs, and a curvy figure. I've got a nice, round, firm ass." Jessica said, turning to show off her hot ass in those painted on jeans. "His ass is flat and bony. My asshole so is delicious you couldn't stop yourself from tongue fucking it! My pussy is pink and pretty and tasty, you yourself said you preferred it to Steve's ass. Steve doesn't have a pussy. I'm also fitter than him. Better at fucking than him. I can keep fucking and fucking and fucking until I wear you completely out. I've fucked you to sleep more than once these last few days. Has Steve ever fucked you as good as I have?"
"And then there's these." she said turning to Steve, and pointing at her jugs. "I've got massive, succulent tits. You have a flat unimpressive chest. Your husband just begged me to let him feel my tits. He called himself a breast-man earlier. How can you possibly give him what he wants, without any tits?"
"And that's just our looks." Jessica turned back to John. "You said I was a better cook. A better dresser. And I'm smarter than him too. I'm a surgeon. I always get what I want. I successfully kidnapped you both, in your own homes and held you hostage, and seduced you despite your best efforts to fight against me. I had you throwing out humiliating insults about your husband, to his face! John, only a loser would end up like him. Humiliated. Defeated. I fucking owned him. I've fucked you raw in front of your husband, and had you eating out of my ass. How could you go back to him after that?"
John and Steve were silent.
"I offered you a chance at sex if you insulted him earlier. And you jumped on it. You didn't even need to, but you jumped on the chance. And you still have a chance. I need to hear you bash him some more. One more insult gets you my tits. I know how badly you want to squeeze them. And suck them. All you need to do is insult Steve one more time. Just one more time. I don't even think he would blame you for wanting to play with these suckers. Another insult gets you the fuck you've been dying for. And like I said earlier. One more after that, I consider a marriage proposal." Jessica offered.
John was transfixed by that sight of those huge breasts just bursting to get out from her shirt. John noticed how they jiggled while she was talking. It was so fucking sexy. And there are those hard nipples, begging to be sucked. The pressure in his balls was at a bursting point.
"I'm sorry Steve. I need to get this out of my system." John said, back in that big tit induced hysteria. Maybe one more heterosexual fuck, with no restraints this time, would be all he needed to get over this new craving he was having.
"What?" Steve said confused.
"I just need to fuck her." John replied. Steve started to talk, but the words disappeared in John's ears. John was not paying him attention anymore.
His hard dick leading the way, John stepped closer to Jessica. She stepped closer to him, looking deeply into his eyes. Where at first he thought she was cold, he now saw life. She was full of life. Her eyes were almost playful. She really was beautiful.
"He's not that good looking." he whispered, his face moving closer to hers.
"Yeah?" Jessica whispered, her face moving towards his.
"Compared to you. He's just plain ugly." he whispered, hoping Steve wouldn't hear, his mouth starting to open.
"Compared to me, most people are." she said smugly, opening her mouth. Her soft lips met John's.
"No!" Steve yelled out in disbelief, but neither of them heard him.
Jessica's tongue slid into John's mouth, mashing with his tongue. Their mouths pressed against each other deeply, entering into a deep French kiss. The kissing alone had John's heart fluttering like crazy. He felt surprisingly giddy in this new experience. He and Jessica swapped spit for almost ten minutes, lost in their own world. She finally pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes, hers full of lust.
"I'm a better kisser too, aren't I?" she whispered. John grinned, "so much better." Her chest was heaving, her massive tits bursting for freedom. John could wait no longer. His hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and violently jerked it up over her breasts. There they were, looking as massive as ever. On autopilot, John's hands reached forward and cupped both breasts. He was feeling a woman's breasts for the first time in his life. But these weren't just any breasts. They were Jessica's magnificent tits. His mouth followed right behind his hands. His mouth arrived first at her left nipple as his hands squeezed a pair of tits for the first time.
"Holy shit! They're so mmmmpphhh..." said John's muffled voice, his mouth too full of nipple to speak clearly. They were so fucking firm, and so soft! John had no idea just how soft breasts could feel. He just kept squeezing and squeezing. He could not get enough of them. Her hard nipple felt perfect inside his mouth. He flicked it and chewed on it, his tongue swiping all around the nipple. He couldn't get enough. He had never been able to do this with Steve.
Jessica pulled him away only to guide his sucking mouth to her other hard nipple. He gave her hard right nipple the same treatment as the left.
John was voracious as he unwittingly forced her back to the bed. They fell onto the bed, and in the process, her bag had fallen onto the bed next to them spilling its contents. John's mouth and hands never left her breasts. His hands were constantly squeezing, and his mouth was constantly sucking. John's naked crotch was hovering over her clothed one. He started unwittingly humping her, acting on base instinct. She pushed him down gently on his shoulders. He got the message and his mouth popped off her wet nipple. He moved towards her torso, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them down. He pulled them down until he was finally able to rip them off and toss them on the floor. The look of raw sexual urgency radiated from John's face. She assisted by quickly removing her thong and tossing that onto the floor as well. She kept her legs together. He was about to experience his first time, with a woman. Those other times with her didn't truly count, in his mind, because he was tied to the bed, and he was unable to move around, poke, rub, lick, suck and fuck at his own leisure.
"One more insult, and I'm all yours, John." she said out of breath, hungry for dick. John didn't hesitate.
"He means nothing to me. He's been nothing but a disappointment, but it took you to open my eyes to it. He's nothing compared to you, Jessica. And now I'm all yours." John said quickly. Jessica simply spread her legs. John leaped into her arms again, his hands and mouth returning to where they belonged, on Jessica's massive fucking tits. John blindly aimed his dick towards her soaking wet pussy hole. No foreplay or cheap lube from the store, was necessary anymore. Those days were gone for John. He was rock hard, harder than he had ever been in his life. Jessica was soaking wet, ready for the fuck of her life.
John pushed forward, slowly burying his dick inside her pussy until he was balls deep. It was a difficult journey due to her tight, snug little pussy. John never encountered this much resistance penetrating an orifice before. As John's balls came to rest against her, he stared up into her eyes. Then, he started driving his cock into her.
The pace of the fuck was quickly becoming violent. It was not going to last long. John was at his most base, driven by the undeniable urge fuck a woman with everything he had. Thoughts of Steve long forgotten. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, assisting him in this intense fuck. John was fucking at a furious pace. Her tight pussy felt so good around his dick. It quickly drove him over the edge.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! AHHHHHHH!" John screamed out, cumming so hard at once it actually hurt his shaft a little. His ass flexed into her, driving his cum as deep into her as he could. He just kept cumming and cumming. Over a day's worth of cum shooting into her tight pussy. John collapsed on top of her, drained of energy. His mouth found her nipple and sucked it gently.
About five minutes later, John became aware of what he was doing. Now that all that cum was out of his system, he was able to think clearly. What had he done? Did he just fuck this bitch? What was he thinking? He looked over at his husband, apologetically. Steve looked destroyed. Devastated. John looked down at the bitch under him. He noticed the fluffy pink handcuffs had spilled out of her purse and he grabbed them without Jessica noticing.
"I forgot to tell you John. I'm afraid you are mistaken if you think one fuck will get this out of your system. That was your plan, right? To just fuck the shit out of me, play with my tits, and get it all out of your system? But that's not gonna be possible. Over these last few days I've trained your balls to create massive amounts of cum for me. That's an irreversible process. Give it twenty four hours, and you'll be right back to where you just were. A grunting, fucking, breeding animal, a stud full of cum and no one to empty it in. Steve couldn't handle that. He's not built for the kind of fucking you just gave me." Jessica explained. John looked down at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. She leaned into his ear. "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm a doctor." she whispered. She lied back down.
"It's already over John. Your marriage is over. You just willingly fucked a woman in front of your husband. All that other stuff was against your will, or so you say. But not this last fuck. That was just cheating. There were no restraints, no persuasion. I was willing to leave. But you kept me here. You threw me on the bed. You fucked me hard. You wanted my female body. You just willingly cheated on Steve, right in front of him. You just betrayed him in the worst possible way. You made your choice, and you chose me." Jessica said, and then put on a huge, arrogant smile as she continued to speak. "Face it, you just ended your own marriage to get into my pants. To fuck a woman. You're not gay, John. You never were. It's over with Steve. He can't give you what you want. You're pretty much divorced now. Get over it. Move on from him. He's a queen. You're a stud. My stud now. You cheated on him once already. Do it again. You belong with me. You already betrayed him, so you might as well have fun with it. Might as well enjoy it. Might as well get off on it." Jessica explained. John looked over at Steve, seeing the disbelief in his eyes.
Then, Steve noticed that his husband had grabbed the pink handcuffs. He was filled with renewed hope. Maybe this was all part of his plan. Get her relaxed, and then cuff her to the bed and call the police.
"I never told you how addictive it was to insult him, did I? You just can't stop can you? Now you see why I like it. It gets me so hot. Just like it gets you hot. Your dick's still hard. I can feel it. One more insult, and we'll be together forever. Just bite the bullet and end your marriage. Pull the trigger on it. Confess your love for me. Betray him. Divorce his flat boring ass for my tight wet pussy." Jessica suggested.
John looked over at his husband. His tired, defeated husband. John saw the resentment in his eyes. He saw the disbelief in his actions. But he noticed a spark of hope. John noticed he was looking at the cuffs in his hand. He must be hopeful that he would cuff Jessica down and turn her in. End everything. Maybe he thought this last fuck was part of his plan. John realized he might be able to escape this with his marriage and sexuality intact. But if he did do that, if he cuffed Jessica down and had her arrested, after fucking her, and returned to Steve, once the love of his life, would his marriage to Steve now be a sham? John knew that last fuck wasn't part of any plan. He just wanted to fuck Jessica. He had just wanted to feel her tits. He had just wanted her body. If he went back to his husband to live as a married gay man, it would be a lie, wouldn't it? He knew he had fucked her because he wanted to. He had not been loyal to Steve. He had really cheated on him, and he knew that Steve might look over it. He would lie to himself and say that his husband had fucked Jessica just to get her in a relaxed position so he could cuff her.
John would get away with cheating because his husband was naive. He was too trusting of John. Too gay to understand the truth. Understand all men, at least men like John, really did have a biological urge to fuck a woman. It catches up to you at some point. It's just a matter of time. Jessica had done more for him sexually in the last three days than Steve had done in the last three years. And if he thought he could go back to the same vanilla gay sex after experiencing what Jessica had to offer, he was deluding himself. John knew that in the back of his head Steve must know the truth. He knew he had fucked Jessica because he wanted to. But he would lie to himself. He would hide the truth. Just like John had about his sexuality, hid it from himself. Steve was naive enough to let his husband fuck Jessica and come back to him, naive enough to believe that his husband would come back to him after experiencing sex with a woman. After discovering what an amazing woman like Jessica had to offer him.
Jessica was right. Their marriage was over. John tossed the handcuffs on the floor.
"You're right, Jessica. I never loved Steve. I thought I did, but I don't. I tricked myself into believing it, believing that I was gay for a long time, but you showed me how wrong I was. Sex with Steve, or any man for that matter, could barely be called sex compared to the way we've been fucking." John said. Steve started to cry. Jessica's eyes lidded over in lust.
"It's like I said earlier. The minute you were inside me, the first time you felt my tight little pussy on your dick, you were no longer gay. You were no longer Steve's, you were mine. Right?" Jessica asked, panting heavily.
"Yes!" John said.
"You fell in love with me at that moment." Jessica said.
"Yes!" John replied.
"And everything I did afterward only made you fall deeper and deeper in love with me." Jessica said.
"Yes!" John repeated.
"My pussy felt so fucking good that it made you realize you hate your queen of an husband's ass. Didn't it?" Jessica asked.
"Yes!" John said passionately.
"Tell me what I want to hear." Jessica asked, her voice deep with lust.
"I love you, Jessica. I want you now. Only you. That's all I need." John said.
Jessica pulled him toward her roughly, pulling him into a nasty French kiss. A lover's kiss. This rough kiss lasted minutes before John pulled back and moved his lips to her ear. John had felt her pussy spasm as he insulted Steve. He wanted more.
"His ass is loose compared to yours. He's such a boring bottom." John said. Jessica's pussy spasmed again as she groaned loudly.
"He's barely a man at all. He wants to be a woman. Such a queen. But he'll never be my queen. You're my queen now." John said.
John continued teasing her. "He doesn't have these amazing tits, or this incredible pussy to pleasure me with."
"Fuck!" Jessica screamed as her pussy spasmed again.
"I've been wanting to cheat on him with a woman, for years." John said. Another hard fucking spasm.
"Fuck, you can stop, I get it. You love me!" Jessica said with a giggle. She pulled him into another rough kiss. She rolled him over, so she was now on top. Her hands grabbed the headboard, gaining more leverage. His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as she started to ride him.
"I'll never get over how incredible these tits are. And they're all mine now!"
"All yours, babe!" Jessica agreed.
This fuck got rough quick. John was worried they would break the bed. The headboard was slamming into the wall loudly. The bed was rocking as Jessica bounced up and down on John's cock as he cupped and squeezed her massive tits, their considerable flesh pouring through his fingers.
"They're so fucking huge!" John screamed out in delight, squeezing her tits roughly as he admired them.
"You love these tits more than you ever loved Steve, don't you?" Jessica asked.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" John yelled.
"How much do you love me?" Jessica asked.
"I love every part of you more than I ever loved Steve. I love your skin more than his. I love your hair more than his. I love your face more than his. I love your lips more than his. I love your dirty fucking mouth more than his. I love your pussy more than his ass. I love your ass more than his ass. I love your asshole more than his asshole. Do you understand that, Jess? I love your asshole more than I ever loved any part of Steve. If I had to choose, I would choose your asshole alone, over Steve, without question." John said, laughing. Each insult caused Jessica's pussy walls to squeeze is cock tighter. John was in heaven.
"Fuck, John!" Moaning out loudly, slamming her hand on the headboard repeatedly as she came. But she was a good lover. One orgasm would not be enough to sate a whore like her. She kept bouncing like the husband-stealing slut she was.
They fucked at this furious pace for over twenty minutes before they came at the same time, perfectly matched lovers they were. They ground together as they rode out their orgasms, and gently kissed as they recovered, cementing their true love. John finally got his hands on her round ass cheeks as they made out, squeezing them over and over.
John realized how tough of a life Jessica must have had. She had a near insatiable sexual hunger, yet never found a man to satisfy her. She had lived her life with this incredible sexual hunger yet never was able to find a consistent lover to care for her. She had worked for years, saving lives at the expense of her own sex life. She was a saint, really. She deserved this. She deserved to be fucked in whatever manner she wanted. She deserved the pleasure she was getting. John, who had his own demanding sex drive, would always be there to give her the pleasure she rightfully deserved. He would be there for her now and always. She would be his number one priority, before anything, or anyone else.
Jessica pulled her sweaty body off of John's and walked over Steve. She grabbed Steve's hand, and with a little struggle, pulled Steve's wedding ring off of his finger.
"I think this belongs to me now, Steve." Jessica said, slipping the ring on her own finger. "Lucky you have skinny fingers," she giggled. "Just like your dick."
John, jumped out of bed, scouped her up into his arms and carried her back on to the bed, Jessica was laughing as he did so.
John bent her over on all fours. He got behind her, spread her lips apart, and dug right in, burying his tongue in her pussy, rimming her until her pussy was soaked. He then kneeled behind her, placed his dick against her fuck hole, and started to push, burying his hard dick up her tight, wet twat again. His hips soon came to rest against hers. John reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up roughly, using her hair to pull her back as he started to fuck her pussy hard.
They were facing Steve as they fucked. Jessica looked at Steve with a victorious smirk, knowing she had won. Steve looked at her, full of hatred for what she did to their marriage. He didn't blame John as much as she blamed this bitch.
"You know," said John, as he fucked Jessica with everything he had, "you should try this some time." John paused. "You might learn to enjoy pussy. It's far superior to anything a guy has."
Jessica laughed.
John continued, "but you'll never experience this pussy right here. You'll have to settle for something less. Jessica's pussy is all mine, and my cock is all hers now." John then turned his attention back to Jessica, licking the top of her back, and smelling the scent of her hair, as he continued to fuck her pussy raw.
Jessica started to moan out loud, John's deep, fast fucking having its intended effect.
"John! I'm cumming!" Jessica moaned, out, her pussy clenching his entire length as she started to come.
"Fuck, Jess! I love you!" John yelled out as he came, proclaiming his love for the woman he was now fucking in front of his soon to be former husband. He came hard inside Jessica before falling forward, on top of her. He started kissing her neck as they both came down from their high.
Steve was forced to watch through the entire night as his husband fucked this woman who he absolutely hated. The worst part was the giggling. Hearing them laugh as they had sex. It made him see red. They were having fun together. They were enjoying each other. They looked just like any other happy couple. Just watching their sweaty bodies writhing together in the dark was driving him insane. The room stunk of sex. In between fucking, John was free to walk around, go to the bathroom, and wherever else. Steve called out to him, but John ignored him. He didn't care about Steve anymore. He only cared about Jessica.
Steve thought the ordeal was over as morning approached. Then, Jessica had another cruel idea, which caused her to giggle. John laughed as he heard it. John called off work the next day, then called off for Steve as well.
Steve was forced to watch for yet another day, as his now former lover and that evil bitch had sex. Jessica was really rubbing it in his face. After a few hours of this, they broke apart and started to clean up. They showered together before getting dressed. They started to pack up Jessica's stuff, then John started to pack some of his stuff up too. Jessica had told him to pack up the stuff he wanted to keep, because they wouldn't be coming back.
A few hours later, John and Jessica returned to the bedroom.
"Well, Steve, I guess this is goodbye. It was nice getting to know you." Jessica said, barely controlling her laughter. John never bothered to say anything. Jessica pushed her trusty rag up to Steve's face, dosing him again. The last thing Steve saw before falling into a daze was his former lover taking Jessica's hand in his, his old wedding ring glinting on Jessica's finger, as they walked out hand in hand. Steve passed out.
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Steve woke up a few hours later, all alone. He was still tied to the chair, but one hand was untied. He moved quickly to untie himself, but it was not easy. He panicked, wanting desperately to escape this chair. He finally had to slow himself down as he struggled to untie himself.
After about an hour of work, Steve freed himself from the chair, jumping out of it as soon as he could. Steve looked around for a sign of anyone. Nothing. He saw the stains from the baby oil on the carpet and the bed sheets, a reminder of Jessica's naked flesh coated with baby oil. Paint flecks from the wall were on the floor, having been knocked off by the headboard, during Jessica's furious riding of his husband.
Steve investigated the house. A lot of his husband's stuff was gone too. The house felt empty. No traces of Jessica were left either. Steve realized for the first time that his husband was truly gone. Their marriage was over.
Steve screamed as loud as he could. What the hell had happened? Why had John betrayed him like this? Steve couldn't comprehend what had happened over the last few days.
He ran to the phone to call the cops. Little did he know that he was fighting a losing battle. Jessica's work was impeccable. There were no fingerprints, no stray hairs, no evidence that Jessica had ever been there. Jessica had disposed of all the evidence thoroughly.
The cops would arrive, but they would soon realize there was nothing substantial there to build a case around. Nothing but the ranting of an emotional, hysterical man. They would view him as a crazy man, a gay man who had apparently lost his husband to a woman. They figured his husband had left him, and he had lost it.
The case would go nowhere, leaving Steve alone in his home, a home which constantly reminded him of the husband he had lost. This house was full of bad memories, and he would be forced to move. To a small home more befitting his small salary.
He would be obsessed with finding his husband, John, and getting vengeance against that bitch who stole him. But again, he was fighting a losing battle, not realizing that he would never see either of them again. His husband was out of reach for him now.
(Six Months Later)
John couldn't have been happier. He fit into Jessica's life perfectly. All of her friends loved him. All of her coworkers loved him. All of her family loved him. John admired how well Jessica hid the dark side of her nature. At work, and in social settings, she was a total professional. No one except John knew about her dark side. John was the only one Jessica trusted enough to show that side of herself. She trusted him, because she always knew he was her true love. The only clue that might give her dark side away was her penchant for exposing a few inches of juicy cleavage in whatever top she wore. But everyone understood. Her tits were so massive, it'd be impossible not to show them off!
John was now fully embracing the straight lifestyle. It was such a breath of fresh air, being able to walk hand in hand, down the street, inside a restaurant, or anywhere else they happened to go, without the constant look of hateful stares, jeers and sneers. He missed nothing about his former life. Certainly not Steve.
Jessica had been truthful with John when she told him she was an honest woman. She had not lied about her status. She was a star surgeon, and was admired by most of the other doctors and nurses at the hospital. They were happy to see her settle down with a nice man. They all knew she deserved it because she was a catch. Everyone they knew thought they were the perfect couple. A doctor married to a teacher. But if they knew about John's gay past, or what went on inside his and Steve's former home and the dark, sexual beginning of his and Jessica's relationship, they might not think the same way.
Being the star surgeon she was, she was loaded. She loved living the high life, and was not afraid to flaunt it. She had a mansion, which was always too big for her alone, but now it served as a perfect home for her and her husband. Life as an heterosexual man married to a woman, was still new experience for John, but he settled in as if he had always belonged with her.
So this was John's new life. He would have rough sex, two or three times a day, minimum, with his gorgeous slut of a wife in his dream house after coming home from his dream job. That's of course not counting the fucks they would have at her office. His life was perfect.
After him and Jessica came down from a hard fuck in their marital bed, Jessica riding his hard dick to a screaming orgasm as he shot his load deep inside her, she moved to his ear and whispered two words.
"I'm pregnant."
John was ecstatic, and he was also was not surprised. With the amount of fucking they did, it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. And at the rate they planned to continue fucking, this child would certainly not be their last. John looked up into her eyes and pulled her in to a deep kiss.
He was going to be a father. He never would have imagined such a thing, nor wanted it, that long ago, when he was committed to Steve, and living the life of a gay man. But now things had drastically changed. He was looking forward to being a father.
His dick rejuvenated, he rolled her over and started slamming his dick in and out of her again. He loved her so much. He would never stop fucking her. He would never stop pleasuring her. He owed her everything. She had led him to his new life.
THE END
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