Taming the Divorced Virgin Wife

Reese.

''Don't worry about me, I'll just call my daughter if I need something...'' the words were spoken in a hushed voice by my mother-in-law as she lovingly clasped my hand, her soft eyes looking tenderly at me. She was currently resting in her bed, exhibiting signs of weakness due to the severe disease that had been diagnosed by the doctor.

Because she was so ill, she required my assistance in everything, including preparing her meals, feeding her, assisting her in going to the bathroom, and a great deal of other things.

Mia, my mother-in-law's only daughter and the younger sister of my husband, worked as a nurse at St. Jude Hospital. However, rather than taking care of her own mother, she decided to work and provide assistance to other people, which would undoubtedly result in her coming into financial gain.

When I took a quick look at the clock that was hanging on the wall, I noticed that it was only fifteen minutes before five o'clock in the afternoon. In a short amount of time after her shift in the hospital, Mia would promptly return home.

''All right. I am going home for now, mom. I'll just come back tomorrow...'' I spoke to her in a soft voice as I tucked her in with the sheets and then kissed her on the forehead before I walked out of her bedroom.

Troy was the one who asked me to take care of his mother, and as an obedient wife, I complied right away. I was never given a chance to object when he told me that it was an important matter for him.

At first, I assumed I would only stay for a single day. Troy did not inform me that I needed to stay so that I could check on his mother at night as well. This was because Mia would be very exhausted after work. However, he stated that I was still allowed to go home at least twice or three times a month.

The fact that my mother-in-law gave me permission to go home today was a nice surprise. She was aware that my second wedding anniversary with Troy was today. I had planned to take him by surprise by preparing a special dinner for us.

My hardworking husband was still working at the time, but I was confident that by the moment he got home, I would have finished preparing the table for us to celebrate our wedding anniversary.

I walked out of the house with a sense of excitement and was going to flag down the taxi that I had just seen passing, when all of a sudden, it started pulling up in front of me. When I saw Mia sitting in the passenger seat at the back, my pupils contracted. I watched her as she handed the driver her payment and then exited the vehicle.

As she turned her head in my direction, her eyes instantly rolled. She walked past me with a slight bump on my shoulder, and I somehow managed to avoid her a bit, because I knew that she'd do it. The impact wasn't that hard, making my lips curve silently.

A friendship between Mia and I had never existed. Her hatred for me stemmed from the fact that she liked her brother for her best friend. Unfortunately for them, Troy chose me over Nica.

As I climbed into the cab, I shrugged my shoulders and then proceeded to tell the driver my address. After that, he began to speed away.

''What's that smell?’’ The driver suddenly scrunched up his nose, sniffing around, and heat immediately crawled up my face, my cheeks reddened in embarrassment when I noticed that my clothes were full of vomit.

My mother-in-law had thrown up on me earlier. I wasn't able to change my clothes before I left since I was so eager to get back home.

I bit my lip as I pulled a tissue out of my bag and began to wipe my clothes. However, this action did not do much other than create a mess in the taxi, and the smell did not even begin to reduce. I couldn't help but feel relieved that the driver had refocused his attention on the road and continued driving, ignoring the offensive odor that was emanating from me.

As soon as the taxi came to a stop in front of the house, I hurriedly paid the driver, rushed out of the vehicle, and then fished for my keys to open the main door.

Noticing that there were two pairs of shoes at the entryway caused my eyebrows to furrow in surprise. I recognized the pair of black shoes as my husband's, but the other pair made my frown deepen. It was a pair of silver stiletto heels.

I let out a sigh of dismay as I contemplated the fact that I would no longer be able to surprise Troy because he had already returned home. But the fact that he invited a friend to celebrate with us made me smile in excitement.

I did not bother to use the keys that I was holding in my hand and instead seized the doorknob and wrenched it open. Of course, it was unlocked.

I entered the house with the expectation that Troy would be waiting for me on the couch with his friend, the person who owned the silver heels. But the house was empty, and it greeted me with the silence that seemed to reign inside of it.

On the other hand, there were some things that did not correspond to the peace that I could or could not perceive. Because when I padded towards the kitchen, Troy's suit was hanging on the chair, and his dress shirt was lying on the floor. I picked it up before returning to the living room, where I looked around again, but found that the room was still deserted.

I let out a long sigh as I ascended the stairs, and as I walked my way down the corridors, I froze when I heard a peculiar sound emanating from the bedroom.

Moanings and groanings. Those were the things that pounded on my ears at that moment as I slowly approached the bedroom. My knuckles turned white as I tightly gripped Troy's shirt.

I was unmoved outside the door, and there was no question in my mind about what I was hearing. I felt my shoulders slump as I let out a soundless breath.

Although my entire body started shaking, I was still able to hold the doorknob and twist it, pushing it open. I was shocked at the sight that was in front of me, and it hit me like a freight train. The sounds that I had never heard from him before---a horrible combination of scenes and noises that sucked the air out of me, filled me with a wave of sickness that knocked me off my feet.

Troy, my husband of exactly two years today, was on our bed, naked. He was using our marital bed by having sex with someone else in between those sheets, someone that wasn't me, someone that has a smaller frame than me.

The only woman I knew who had a smaller frame than me, was Nica. And she loved to wear heels. Stilettos, cut-outs, pumps, peep-toes. Name it, and you can find it in her collections.

I thought Troy didn't like her. I thought he had already chosen me over her. I was wrong.

I remained completely frozen at the doorway in complete shock, not a single word coming out of my mouth, not a cry, even though tears started to well up in my eyes. I felt a rising sensation of betrayal in my chest, which coiled itself around my heart and threatened to cut and dice.

I was experiencing a ringing sensation in my ears, as if they had been damaged by a strong explosion, which was comparable to a bomb going off in my area and rendering me fleetingly deaf.

By this point, I ought to be accustomed to being rejected and betrayed. As for rejection, I have had enough of being rejected by people I believed I could trust, and men have proven that they cannot be trusted.

As I clutched the doorknob tightly, as if I could keep my heart from bleeding hurt, I told myself to race away from the disgusting and horrible scene, but I couldn't move my feet. I couldn't walk away. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and I even couldn't step inside to stop them.

The only thing that the parts of my body were capable of doing was shaking violently. My gaze was fixed on their bare, sweaty bodies, as they intensely slapped and moved together.

My lips were trembling, watching that body of my husband that I knew so well, and that other body I couldn't identify, because Troy was covering her face as he hovered on top of her. I could only catch a peek of her ginger hair, which was quite long.

Ginger hair, exactly the same as mine. I absentmindedly touched my hair and looked down at the strands that were cascading over my shoulder.

Wait. Ginger?

But Nica's hair was dark brown.

Reese.

The loud and pleasurable groan that came from my husband seemed to cut into my brain the moment it entered my head, and it caused me to stare at the woman whom I thought was Mia's best friend underneath him.

The ginger-haired woman was desperately holding Troy's back with all her might, and she was covered in a heavy layer of sweat. Her red nails left red scars on his skin, adding to the collection of fading scratches he was already displaying. It was as if she was trying to tell me that this wasn't the first time they had engaged in sexual activity.

''Troy, fuck me harder…'' the woman cried out in what could only be an immense pleasure my husband had been withholding me from experiencing for the past two years, but now he was lavishly offering it to her.

And her voice sounded really familiar. So familiar that I could even hear my mother from her.

No. Mom wouldn't do something like this to me. She was beating me sometimes, but I understood that it was how she disciplined me. We're not on good terms, but she won't hurt me like this.

I shook the thought out of my head and focused my attention on Troy. I noticed that his facial expression now was a combination of concentration and pleasure. I could clearly read them in his eyes. And there was something else I refused to interpret.

Love.

He loved her? But what about me? Where was I in his heart? He said I was the only one he loved.

''Fuck me harder and deeper, Troy!'' the woman repeated, and as an obedient lover, Troy flipped the woman over, and without giving her any warning, he thrust his hard shaft inside her, harder and quicker, which caused her to groan even louder.

I felt myself getting dizzy, and I had to lean against the wall to stop myself from passing out. Troy's right hand was holding her waist while fucking her hard, and the other hand was massaging her breast, simultaneously pinching her nipple. He released a low, loud groan before he opened his mouth to talk to the woman. ‘‘Fucking shit! You're still so fucking tight, baby…’’

I tore my gaze away from Troy and instead focused my attention on the woman who was now on all fours. I waited for her to speak, but she was too busy writhing and moaning like a wild animal.

I watched Troy fuck her for a few times before pulling out his still hard and swollen member. He flipped her again so that she was lying on her back. ''Mandy, baby…’’ he muttered lovingly. ''Let's finish this…''

Mandy…

Mandy?

Oh, God!

Oh my god!

Mandy Cooper. My own mother. The woman who carried me in her womb for nine months.

The air sucked out of my lungs, and I dropped down on my knees. My legs were too weak to support me. Now that I think about it, I understand why the silver stiletto heels were so familiar; not only did Troy give them to her as a present on her forty-fifth birthday, but I was the one who purchased them.

My husband and my own mother betrayed me. Had I been blind? Had I simply failed to see that they had been cheating on me for a considerable amount of time, and I had never noticed anything weird or suspicious about them?

''Oh yes, fuck! I'm coming!'' I ignored my mom's loud moan and covered my face with my hands.

Was she the reason why his dick wouldn't get hard when he tried to make love with me?

I couldn't help but remember that night of our wedding when we started making out. He kissed my lips, and I responded by kissing him back with equal fervor, mimicking what he was doing to me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, and I met it with mine, battling, dueling, and tasting back his sweet mouth.

We were both naked, and his lips were now on my neck, sucking the pulse there, which caused me to moan aloud. When he captured one of my nipples, I arched my back, giving him more. My right hand was clutching his nape before it travelled down south to grab his manhood, but I was surprised when I found it soft and limp.

‘‘Troy…’’ I muttered, and started to pump his sleeping dick, but no matter how hard I tried to make it stand, he really couldn't get an erection.

‘‘I'm sorry…’’ he heaved a heavy sigh before pulling away from me.

I tried to seduce him many, many times, but he really couldn't get hard. I only wanted to experience how it felt to be loved. How it felt to finally become a woman. But Troy denied it to me.

But now that I am watching him fuck my mom, he was as hard as a billy club while he continued to pleasure her, fucking her lovingly.

‘‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’’ Troy groaned, his voice was hoarse and loud, but it was filled with an incredible amount of emotion. It was a voice that he had never used before, and he would never use with me.

''Yes, fuck! Just like that, Troy...'' My mom's eyes were closed when she said those words before biting her lip, savoring the sensation. ''Will you tell my daughter once she comes home?'' she asked as if they weren't having a sex. Like they were just having a casual conversation.

She arched her back, moaning like a bitch in heat. Instead of Troy keeping her quiet, he muttered something that made my heart burst out of my chest. He kissed her as he thrust in and out of her, letting out moans after groans as they both reached the peak.

''Yes. I'll tell her about us…'' Troy uttered firmly and confidently, loud enough for me to hear over the blood ringing in my ears.

I felt pain, actual physical pain striking me, as if someone had thrust a sharp knife into my chest, and it hurts so horribly. I heard a loud noise echoing in my ears, and I realized that it was the sound of my mouth taking in a lungful of air. I couldn't remember how to breathe. But I had to, even though there was a big lump in my throat obstructing, and nausea started to engulf my vision like a dark flood.

When mom opened her eyes, a satisfied smile plastered on her lips, but it disappeared almost immediately as soon as her gazes met mine. ''Reese!'' she screamed, her voice was no longer in a state of pleasure.

I slowly stood up from crouching down, my mind was blank as I exploded. I slammed the door wide open, and sent them murderous glares.

''R-Reese…'' Troy said, his voice was still raspy, but sounded shocked. He was struggling to look at me. His face was sickly pale. A trail of white liquid streamed down his inner thigh.

I couldn't speak for a little moment. I opened my mouth to speak but there were no words coming out. I swallowed multiple times, preparing myself to confront them.

''How long have you been cheating on me?'' I asked, my eyes were more focused on Troy, still trying to control my voice from shaking. ''Is this the reason why you asked me to stay in your parents’ house? Because that woman is staying here!'' Of course, I was referring to my mother, but I didn't even throw a glance at her, though I could see from the corner of my eyes that she was already scrambling off the bed, clutching the white sheets to cover her naked body.

Troy made a choking sound, the color seemed to drain not only from his face, but from his entire body.

''Why?'' I asked, my lips were now trembling. Even my voice was now shaking. It hurts. My chest ached. I couldn't control the emotions that were starting to accumulate in me. I was finally able to breathe. I gulped like a swimmer breaking through the surface of the water.

''I…'' he stammered, looking down at his still wet, glistening erection, which immediately went limp when I stared down at it as it hung between his legs. ''Okay… I'm not going to deny it---''

''As if you can!'' I scoffed, gritting my teeth. ''I saw you. I saw everything!''

''Reese, I have too much respect for you---''

''You know nothing about that word, you bastard!'' I cut him off, pointing my finger angrily at him.

''Reese, please listen to me first…'' he said, his eyes pleading, his voice begging as he took a step towards me.

''Stay right there!'' I remarked, disgusted at him. ''Don't you dare come near me, you, fucking piece of shit!''

He made a halt, and took a step back. I heard my mother's sharp intake of breath, surprised at the words coming out of my mouth, and I didn't stop to look at her. I turned on my heels, rushing out of the room.