Obsessed With My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Fantasies #77) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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“Hey Tess,” the security monitor greets me with a curious look. “Are you okay?”

I manage to flash a wide smile.

“Yeah, totally. Just going up to see Rolly.”

She nods.

“Sure, no problem. I think his mom is visiting though.”

That gives me pause because my husband didn’t say anything about Dorinda swinging by. In fact, as far as I know, Dorinda’s never set foot on campus because she doesn’t like the food Loyola serves, preferring fancy-schmancy restaurants with award-winning wine cellars. As a result, Dorinda summons Rolly for the occasional lunch or dinner together, but as far as I know, has never actually visited his room.

Then again, maybe Dorinda’s helping Rolly pack. An extra pair of hands would certainly be helpful at this moment, although of course, her surprise visit comes at the absolute worst time. I take a deep breath while waiting for the elevator. My heart’s racing, but this is no time to back down. I’ll just have to scope out how the land lies before I ask Rolly for a divorce. But the situation is so confusing because he’s literally packing to move into our marital home, so should I tell him to stop? But how do I tell him to stop without broaching the issue of a divorce first?

The elevator dings, interrupting that particular train of thought, and I step into my husband’s dorm hallway. Fortunately, it appears deserted, and I let out a sigh of relief. At this point, I’ll take any small blessing that comes my way.

With quiet steps, I make my way down the hall to Rolly’s room and pause outside his door. That’s weird. There are faint moaning sounds coming from inside, and then the harsh slap of flesh on flesh. What the hell? I’m not an idiot, and I know what those sounds are. Someone’s obviously having sex inside, but who? I shake my head. Maybe Rolly’s watching porn and simply has the volume on max at the moment. Then again, my husband’s not a very sexual person, and to be honest, I’ve never known him to watch porn in the past, so this is very odd.

But then, a long, low moan penetrates through the door, and I recognize that voice. Even though the groan was wordless and incoherent, I would recognize Rolly’s sounds anywhere. After all, I’ve slept with him before, so I know when my husband’s coming hard, and it was definitely a cry of pleasure from his throat. But what the hell? Who could he possibly be with when his mom is visiting?

Hands shaking, I fish an extra key out of my pocket and gently insert it into his door before pushing the slab open. That’s when I get the shock of my life because it’s not Dorinda visiting. Instead, my husband is currently bent over an older woman, suckling at her breasts while he pounds her pussy with his hard shaft.

“Oh yeah,” she gasps, her red-nailed hands scraping down his back. “Give it to me, young stud.”

I stand there for a moment in silence, utterly shocked. After all, how the hell can Rolly be cheating on me? Not only that, but why in the world would he be cheating on me with a woman who looks to be about fifty? It’s so weird! His paramour is attractive enough, mind you. I see frosted blonde hair cut in a short “mom style,” and it’s clear that this woman works out because she has toned arms and legs, even if the skin around her joints is slightly loose. But it’s crazy because there are lines bracketing her nose and mouth, and although her eyes are closed at the moment, I can see the ravages of age on her face. It’s just something about the way her cheeks droop, and how her jowls sag. It’s nothing insane, mind you, but this is definitely someone in the fifty plus age range.

Of course, my thoughts are utterly hypocritical because I just made love to Rolly’s father, who’s got decades on me. But still! This is the strangest turnabout because it seems that my husband and I are on the same wavelength. We clearly have similar, yet divergent, tastes when it comes to bed mates. We both want older partners; we just don’t want each other.

I stand in shocked silence as Rolly grunts again, pushing hard into the older woman’s twat. They’re in standard missionary style, with her legs up in the air as the young man ejaculates one last time, groaning with the effort.

“Oh yes,” she moans with delight, pulling her knees up even higher as he collapses on her naked form. “It feels so good having you come in me hard and unprotected like this. Your semen is so raw and hot, Rolly, and I love how you fuck it so deep into me.”

That makes my jaw drop because what the hell? He’s having unprotected sex with this middle-aged MILF? But we just had sex two weeks ago, which means that … oh no, oh no. Oh god, I have to stop this.



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