By the time I finally pulled out of Thoa, we were both completely breathless. That second round had been a long, beautifully exhausting marathon. Thoa had screamed my name in pure ecstasy, and I knew right then that I had marked my territory inside her.
A few weeks later, Chloe and I hosted a dinner party for Thoa and Tim to celebrate his full recovery. Since his health scare, Tim looked refreshed, and according to Thoa’s private whispers, his libido had surged, demanding her in bed far more often. Chloe laughed, raising her glass to congratulate Tim on his newfound vitality.
Right there at the table, we all made a pact to meet up for a summer vacation along the tropical beaches of Vung Tau, Vietnam—a trip that promised to be a scorching, uninhibited celebration of summer and raw passion. I secretly planned to bring Tyler along to keep Chloe thoroughly occupied. With Tyler in her bed, she’d completely forget about tracking my movements, giving me the absolute freedom to run wild and hook up with old flames. When people live with that level of total freedom, happiness is a constant state of being. My wife, our friends, and I were destined to be happy forever.
Still, I knew I had to play the part of the jealous husband every now and then. Chloe always told me, “Every time I tell you about Tyler, you turn into a starving tiger. You fuck me for hours without getting tired, and I absolutely crave it. Like the other day, when I told you about sucking his cock under that maple tree... you know, when a young guy gets entirely turned on, his veins pop out and his shaft gets so rugged it's unbelievable. His face gets flushed, his hands shake—it’s so hot. I was dripping wet, my lồn soaking through my clothes, and all that was left was to take that gorgeous, massive thing straight inside me. But I wanted to suck him first; I’m addicted to it. Tyler went absolutely crazy with pleasure, and I was losing my mind with lust. In the end, as you know, he pounded me like an 8.0 magnitude earthquake!”
Hearing her words, a wild, territorial madness gripped me. I pinned her down right there, driving into her with a savage, earth-shattering fury born of a primal, simulated jealousy. But as I looked down at her ecstatic, twisting face, I knew the truth—in this game of absolute freedom, I was willingly the one who had lost.