His Vengeful Tradwife

5. Tallulah

CHAPTER 5

Tallulah

I knew one thing. I surely as fuck was not going to sit around the house while Maverick played happy families with his little mistress and my kids.

For a moment I toyed with just shooting new content for my TikTok channel. We lived on several acres with flourishing vegetable and flower gardens, dozens of chickens that I really needed to hire someone to take care of because they were a lot of work, beautiful little jersey cows, and all the other accessories that meant my channel had that tres authentic feel to it.

Maverick had never been very involved in my channel, and I knew from the texts I had seen that Amanda thought of it as a job for simpletons, and that I personally was a bimbo giggling her way into a very profitable tradwife channel.

But what neither of them realized was that it takes a lot of skill to run a successful TikTok channel and Maverick and Amanda were about to realize that I am very fucking good at organization.

I wondered if Amanda knew Maverick was entitled to my sponsor income for the first few years after a divorce, and expected to get a huge windfall on the back of all my hard work.

Hell no.

So I decided to go out on a date instead. It wasn't hard to find a man. Looks aren't everything, but I know I'm a smokeshow.

I scrolled through TikTok, stopping when I saw the Big Man, Tiny Cows channel. His hook was that he raised tiny teacup mini cattle, and I had to admit it was a pretty damn adorable idea as this big guy cradled a tiny spotted mini cow. His biceps bulged as he stacked huge bales of hay in another video. Even better, Austin had already been DMing me, even though I hadn't responded. So I knew he lived nearby and had been asking for collabs for a few months.

He was a big, blonde golden retriever type, extremely cute and young with a glowing healthy mullet. My husband was a big dark-haired gothic asshole type.

I couldn’t think of anyone less like Maverick.

Perfect .

In person, he was very sweet and eager, his eyes respectfully worshipping me. Maverick always looked at my body with a casual proprietary eye. Like he knew he owned me and that was that.

Coffee was so much fun that we went to lunch. Then a movie. Then he suggested dancing.

I was pleased to see Maverick covered in poop when I came home to grab my flats. He was under the mistaken impression that taking care of our kids was easy because I loved it and didn't complain. So as long as my baby was having fun, I frankly enjoyed seeing my ex flail around.

Meanwhile Amanda was bent over her sporty red car, making little angry grunting noises as she tried to scrub what smelled like throw-up out of the seats.

Bitch.

I had never liked Amanda Miller. From the first moment I met her, I knew she wanted my husband. The way she looked adoringly at him. The way she touched her hair, ran her hands over her pert little breasts in a way that was supposed to be subtle but really was about as subtle as a foghorn.

And then as they got closer, the little jokes about being his 'work wife' started. The exaggerated attempts to be friends with me.

All to cover up their nasty little grubby affair.

And I hadn't even suspected anything. Because I thought my intense, devoted husband loved me madly, deeply, eternally.

Well, she could fucking have him .

I didn't want him.

But that didn't mean I was going to make it easy for Maverick.

No, I was going to make it as excruciating as I possibly could.

Even though I mainly wanted to punish Maverick, I was surprised how much I was enjoying myself with Austin. Fun conversation, cute as fuck, understood my job, respected my job, nice shoulders.

So when he drove me back home and parked in the driveway, I responded eagerly to his kiss and the feel of his warm hands on my face, running down to gently cup my curves.

I had never had any complaints about Maverick in bed. Big, thick dick, and he knew how to use it, too.

But if he was going to fuck around on me , then he was going to fuck around and find out I could do the same thing.

Austin was hot and a good kisser, too.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when out of the corner of the eye I saw a curtain flicker in the dark kitchen.

Maverick.

He had always been quite jealous when we first got together, but he had calmed down after we had a few kids. Maybe he thought I was too in love with him to have sex with somebody else.

But he was about to find out exactly how wrong he was.

Austin wasn't as big as my ex, but when he put a finger on my clit and started rubbing exactly where I needed it, I didn't care. I was just enjoying the feeling of being adored.

And if Maverick was still watching, which he probably was, the sick little pervert, it would serve him right.

So I rolled the truck window down further to make sure he got an earful.

I loved sex and had always been noisy, so I didn't hold back.

Austin kissed me with an eager heat as my hips rolled over his hard cock, his thumb pressed firmly on my clit.

"Just like that," I breathed in his ear, tangling my hands in that glorious golden mullet.

He smelled like body spray with a faint lingering odor of soft clean hay, and it was delightful. When was the last time Maverick had even taken an interest in my job? Versus how many of his boring work functions I'd been to?

"Am I doing it right?" Austin rumbled in my ear. "Am I doing it just how you like it?"

Maverick never asked me anything of the sort. When he decided I was going to have an orgasm, I did, exactly how he wanted me to, in whatever way he wanted me to.

Maybe Austin's eager-to-please golden retriever energy was just what I needed to get over the revolting betrayal of my nasty skank-loving cheating husband.

"It's perfect," I gasped, and he lowered his head to my heavy breasts, circling my sensitive nipple with his tongue, and I threw my head back as my orgasm hit, riding it out with loud moans on his dick as he shuddered underneath me.

Then I slumped against his broad chest, breathing hard.

Delicious.

As I floated in my orgasm haze, he brushed my sticky hair from my neck and reached into the side of his truck, coming up with a 32 pack of condoms.

"Baby, want to go again?"

I laughed.

I should have been fucking 25 year olds long ago! They were the best.

"Oh hell yes," I said, putting both hands on his face and kissing him.

"Baby, you're so hot," he moaned, and I teased my tongue against his, tangling together as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close again.

The next thing I heard was the front door slamming open.

"Shit, is that your husband?" Austin asked in awe as Maverick burst through the front door.

Austin is a big guy, and he clearly works out, with many bulging biceps, but Maverick is big big. Like a huge fucking guy with huge shoulders and hands like mitts.

And, I notice, an angry frown on his face.

He reached the door of the truck and yanked it open.

"Tallulah, get the fuck out of there and come inside !" he roared.

"Why should I come inside?" I shot at him, smashing my breasts tighter against Austin’s chest. "Go away, Maverick. This is none of your business!"

"When my wife is getting fucked in the front seat of a truck in my driveway, I'd say it's my goddamn business!" he growled, reaching a hand out for me.

"Your wife?" yelped Austin. "I thought ya'll were getting a divorce!"

"We are!" I said coolly. "So get out of my face, Maverick. I'm ready for round 2. Which can happen right after round 1 with Austin. It's awesome! You can't make me do shit I don't want to!"

"Oh, can't I?" my ex growled, and he lunged at me.

I turned and flung myself into the passenger seat, deftly rolling out of Maverick's grasp, then pulled at the door handle and swung my ass out of there.

"Tallulah, if I need to throw you over my shoulder and drag you inside, I will," he warned, and I heard him coming around the truck after me.

Austin hauled ass out too, and stepped in between us.

"Whoa, there!" he said placatingly, holding out his hands to Maverick. "Calm down, buddy. There's no need to get upset."

"That's right," I added, "I'll fuck as many younger men in their trucks as I want."

Austin turned to grin at me. "Goddamn, and you can fuck, baby! Tight juicy pussy."

Maverick growled angrily, low and feral, and the next thing I knew he had both hands wrapped around Austin's neck and had slammed him up against the truck.

Austin kicked out at him, trying to knee Maverick in the balls, but my ex-husband was angrier and stronger.

The two men wrestled against the truck, grunting curses at each other.

“Stay away from her!” Maverick ordered through gritted teeth. Austin was elbowing, then punching, my ex in the ribs, but he wouldn’t let go.

This was all very amusing, but too much of this and the neighbors would call the police.

I grabbed a shovel from the side of the house and jabbed Maverick in the back of his knees, then cracked him sharply across the shins.

He was forced to let Austin go, and the other man gasped for breath.

"You better go," I said quickly. "I'll see you soon."

Austin rubbed his throat and looked resentfully at Maverick. "Damn, bro, I thought you weren't together anymore!"

" We aren't ," I said, interrupting whatever Maverick was trying to say. "Bye now! I'll text you."

Austin gave me a quick kiss and then hopped in his truck and drove away.

"Thanks for a lovely time!" I called out at the top of my lungs. "Best sex I've had in years !"

Maverick made a noise like a bull, but I ignored it.

"Come inside and stop making a fool of yourself!" I told him coldly, heading up the front steps. He was so close behind me that his heated, angry breathing was rustling all the sticky hairs on my neck as we came indoors.

"Back up, old man!" I said rudely. "You're wheezing on my neck."

Maverick grabbed my arm and whirled me around, crowding me against the counter.

"What has gotten into you, Tallulah?" he growled, a muscle working in his jaw. "This is not like you."

"Why are you acting so goddamn jealous?" I countered. " You wanted a divorce. We aren't together anymore. I can fuck who I want and I’m going to."

His mouth opened and closed and for a moment he looked ridiculously like a fish.

I wrenched my arm out of his grip, but he still towered over me, glaring down with that angry frown on his face.

"I'm not jealous," he finally said, his Adam's apple working overtime.

"You're acting like a fucking psycho," I pointed out. "Why don't you go over to your little girlfriend's apartment and fuck her? Get your stress levels down to a normal range and not a complete sociopath range."

Maverick's chest was heaving and I saw him trying to get control of himself. His fists tightened around the kitchen chair, then the counter.

"I don't want to," he said.

"And why are you still wearing your wedding ring?" I pressed. "It's going to give people the wrong impression that we are still married. Yuck. I don't want my boyfriends getting scared. You better take that ring off."

Maverick stared at me, then down at the heavy gold band.

"Maybe I want to scare some of these guys off," he said. "I don't think you should be fucking random guys from online. It's not safe. And I'm still responsible for you, after all."

"Oh, so I can only find people to fuck from the office, like you did?" I retorted.

His jaw clenched, and he said tightly, "Yes. Someone you know well, of course that's the best and safest option."

"Sounds boring," I replied.

But the idea had possibilities.

I knew there was a guy from Maverick's work who thought I was hot. James had once told my husband at a Christmas party that he was a "lucky bastard" (to which Maverick had changed the subject and asked James if he'd had too much to drink). Not to mention James himself was pretty handsome and recently single.

"I insist on it," Maverick said angrily. "I don't want the mother of my children driving around in trucks with any old random deadbeat."

"Don't you mean any random deadbeat with a big dick?" I asked, but cut him off when he began to sputter.

"Oh, whatever, Maverick. Just come and undo my dress."

I turned around and flipped up my long hair, holding it high so my mostly bare back was exposed to him. I was wearing a tight-fitting white dress, and there was a silky tie that had to be undone to get it off for the night.

For a moment there was silence.

Then Maverick stepped forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. His fingers seemed to fumble as he reached for the tie, which was interesting as he was usually so deft-fingered. But then with a soft schick of fabric, the tie was undone and my dress fell open, exposing all the rest of my back and the top of my lacy thong.

Maverick's fingers lingered on my skin, and I resisted the urge to shiver as they dropped down to the small of my back.

"Tallulah--" he began, his voice sounding choked, but I immediately moved away and didn't look back.

"Thanks!" I chirped. "It's so nice that we can still be friends."

I thought I heard a startled and unhappy grunt, but I didn't stop to investigate it, just went upstairs, checking in on the kids as I headed to my bedroom. They were all sleeping soundly after their day at the zoo and I shut my own door firmly.

Then I lay on my bed, my auburn hair pooling around me, and I texted Maverick's coworker James.

Hey handsome