16: Screaming Competition

Downstairs I could hear my (now ex) wife. Her distinctive little scream left little doubt what she was up to. Which was getting fucked deeply and roughly by the catboy she’d been dating for a while now. Clearly her boy toy was doing his best to pull those beautiful screams from her.

They’d been seeing each other off and on for a while. Not that I minded or anything. He was a really nice guy, and knew she was mine.

Well, that and my Vixen was on her knees in front of me as I took her from behind, screaming out in her trademark hentai between pleading for the usual increases in tempo and vigor that are always requested when she was being pounded into oblivion. Both girls came in fairly quick succession.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t clear which one had been louder, leaving the critical mater of the impromptu competition unresolved.

Clearly, a rematch would be required.