Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he moaned in a muffled voice. “Fuck yeah.”
Then, something weird happened. He held his hand to his face and inhaled deeply through a clear gas mask before leaning forward with the gas mask to cup the plastic over Joelle’s face. My wife inhaled as well, her eyes fluttering shut as the mist hit her lungs.
“Oooh yeah,” she moaned. “Hit me, Brandon. I need it.”
Holy fuck! The two were getting high on laughing gas as they fucked! What the hell? I get that people have kinks but I had no idea my ex was so fucking sick. This was straight up drug usage, on the office floor too. I doubt Dr. Stuart Henley would appreciate knowing that my wife was fucking his employee while sampling his store of medicinal gas. I almost wanted to laugh because it was so absurd, but then, my wife started talking and the words were insane.
“I hate him so much,” she began, her sentences punctuated by breathless “oomphs” as she was forcefully reamed from the back. “He’s such a fucking douche, with his private plane and his money. He thinks his money protects him from everything.”
I came to a full-stop, my jaw dropping. Fuck, Joelle was talking about me! Since when do people discuss their exes during sex with other people? But the laughing gas had loosened her inhibitions, and Joelle began spilling her guts.
“I hate him so much!” she squealed, still getting fucked from the back like a bitch in heat. “I can’t stand his touch! He’s such a fucking user, and he got me pregnant! What the fuck! Me, Joelle Moreland, age forty, pregnant by a fucker like him. Ummmmmph!” she screamed with outrage.
I blinked, surprised. What the hell? Who got her pregnant? Did Joelle have another boyfriend that I didn’t know of? Perhaps my wife maintained multiple toy boys, all of whom were fucking her on the reg. It certainly wasn’t me because I wasn’t aware of a pregnancy.
But Joelle continued to speak, her words slurred together by the laughing gas.
“So I aborted that fucker!” she squealed with rage, her face going red. “No way was I having a baby by Brad Fucking Landry. No fucking way!”
Then, she came. Yeah, while my ex cursed my name, she literally orgasmed.
“Unnnh!” Joelle screamed while convulsing on the dental hygienist’s cock. “Fuck Brad Landry!”
But I didn’t give a shit about her cursing. Hell, I don’t give a shit what Joelle thinks about me at all. Instead, my ex-wife had revealed her treasonous actions in the heat of the moment, and that’s what made all the blood drain from my form. She had my baby? She’d been pregnant with my child? When was this?
I had half a mind to stalk into the room before shaking the woman and screaming in her face. I wanted to confront her about the abortion, but I stood there like a statue, frozen in place with cowardice. Even crazier, Joelle’s orgasm reached new heights as I watched, and it was fucking scary. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, showing the whites, as her thin body convulsed in an epileptic fit. I swear, there was foam frothing at her mouth and I had half a mind to call 9-1-1.
But then, Brandon the dental hygienist leaned forward to press the gas mask over her face again, and Joelle inhaled. This seemed to help a bit because the convulsions diminished, her bony shoulders going still as her chest expanded with oxygen. Even her color looked a little better, her skin plumping up a bit instead of being the color of death.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Brandon groaned, still pumping his hips wildly into her scrawny frame. “You’re good. Don’t choke on your saliva, baby, because I want to ride through this. I haven’t orgasmed yet.”
Holy shit! What a fucking prick. My ex likely was having a medical emergency, and yet this fucker was focused on his own pleasure. Sure enough, the asshole adjusted something on the dials of the canister of laughing gas, hips still working like an automaton against my ex-wife’s flat rear end.
“You’re going to be fine,” Brandon hummed with pleasure. “I’ve lowered the dosage. Yeah, maybe the hits were a little too strong this time, but I fixed it.”
This time? I stared, unable to believe my ears, but then began to back away. Holy fuck. Obviously, this wasn’t a one-time thing. Joelle had been hooking up with the dental hygienist for a while now, and they often used laughing gas to enhance their sex life. But again, I don’t give a shit about what they do in bed. If my ex wants to fuck while contorting wildly, drooling and looking ghoulish, that was her business.
Nor did I care about her cheating ways. Hell, I don’t even care about the insults directed at me. What I care about is the baby. Joelle conceived my child, and then terminated him or her without saying a single word to me. What the fuckity fuck?