Chapter 34: Entertaining Left-Alone Sofie

While all this was happening with Jake and Laila, I had been putting the second part of my plan in motion. It all started as I watched Jack leaving his house, parked a little down the street to avoid being seen. I could barely contain my excitement, knowing what was about to unfold.

As I sat there, memories flooded back to the infamous party all those years ago. It felt like yesterday, the thrill coursing through me as I recalled fucking Sofie senseless while Jack was busy getting his dick sucked by Ayleen. Uh, that had been so bad. The whole world around me faded as I relived those moments. Everyone but Jack had heard Sofie climax twice in my room, her moans spilling out like a siren’s call.

When Jack and Ayleen finally returned, Ayleen grinning like a cat with her secret, she handed Sofie a latte. I could have exploded with laughter right then. At first, only Ayleen and I knew the delicious truth. But soon enough, Sofie figured it out as she took a sip and tasted Jack’s sperm mingling with the coffee. Ayleen was pure wickedness incarnate as she confirmed Sofie’s suspicions, licking her lips seductively, her fingers glistening, teasingly reminding everyone of “the source”.

Sofie’s reaction was priceless - she exploded in such a beautiful rage. What made it even funnier was that everyone but Jack knew she wasn’t the innocent victim at all. My sperm was still warm and fresh inside her when she stormed out, the chaos leaving a delicious taste in the air. Ah, that moment was pure gold, the pinnacle of college life. I could just imagine how that story was still being told across campuses, a legendary tale of betrayal and lust.

With that recollection teasing a sly smile across my face, I finally stepped out of the car. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible as I approached the house, each step fueled by vivid memories of that unforgettable night.

When I reached the door, I knocked, my heart pounding with exhilaration, eager to see where the night would lead. Moments later, Sofie opened the door, her expression shifting between surprise and delight.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, I flashed a charming grin, masking the rush of excitement beneath. “Hey there, Sofie,” I said, my tone easy and confident. “Nice to see you. Is Jack around?” My words carried a practiced nonchalance, though the thrill simmering under the surface was impossible to ignore.

Sofie furrowed her brow, glancing back into the warm, cozy interior of her home. “Hi, Tom, nice to see you too! Well, no, Jack’s out. It’s a bit unusual for him. He said something about heading out with friends for the game - apparently, someone treated him to a ticket they didn’t need. Strange, though.”

“Yeah, I’m heading to the same game,” I replied smoothly, shrugging like it was no big deal, even as I fabricated the story on the fly. “Figured he’d want me to pick him up after so he could drink without worrying about his license.” My tone was casual, every word calculated to weave a convincing web of deceit.

Her doubt lingered for only a moment before her expression softened, intrigue flickering in her eyes like the spark of a smoldering ember. I could see the shift, the subtle relaxation in her posture, the trust forming from my story. She was at ease now, perfectly positioned for what came next.

“You know,” I said, stepping closer, my voice dropping into a low, flirtatious tone, “you look absolutely stunning tonight, Sofie. That glow of yours just keeps getting brighter.”

Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. I swear I could see the memories flicker in her gaze ... our wild, passionate encounters from years ago. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, yet she remained composed. “Thanks, Tom. You’re looking pretty good yourself.”

She looked up at me, a playful glint in her eye. “Well, since you’re here ... why don’t you come in for a bit? If you can spare the time, that is.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, stepping closer, the door gently closing behind me. As I stepped inside, the warmth enveloped me like a familiar embrace. She shivered slightly when my arm brushed against hers, the electric touch igniting a fire between us.

I looked at her. She still had these impossibly hard conical tits poking through her top, as if they were designed to give her hard nipples a platform to stick out further. They didn’t wiggle against her chest at all as she walked, as if made from the hard rubber of a tire. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them! But first, I had to get her into the mood.

“You know,” I drawled, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “those fierce green eyes of yours! I just love how they give away your passionate side.”

Sofie laughed lightly, a sound that danced in the air between us, fully realizing how I was referring to our passionate moments years back.

I followed her deeper into the house as she proudly showed off her young boys, already tucked into bed. My fingers grazed their heads, a rush of love swelling within me, knowing they were mine. How cute and peaceful they looked.

“They’re adorable,” I said, flashing a genuine smile. “And look at that fiery red hair - just like yours.”

A fleeting shadow crossed her face as I added, “But they don’t really take after Jake. Maybe that’ll change as they get older.”

Her eyes flashed with something deeper - an understanding that sent a thrill down my spine - but she quickly shoved it aside, refusing to let the thought take root.

I placed my hands on her back, playful yet intentional. But the longer I lingered there, the more the atmosphere thickened with erotic tension, practically crackling around us.

“It must have been quite a challenge nursing twins,” I mused, studying her intently, pushing the boundaries of intimacy.

Sofie laughed, “I didn’t even try. You know, small breasts and all.”

“I think your breasts are just the most wonderful little cones ever,” I teased, feeling emboldened. With a swiftness that surprised even me, I cupped one of her tits, my hands wrapping around its firmness, squeezing lightly.

She didn’t flinch; instead, her breath hitched, betraying the fire coursing between us. That was it. We had crossed the line. From now on, she was on a slippery slope.

“They’re still just as nice as when we were tangled up in my dorm room, remember that, Sofie?” I added, my voice dripping with mischief, relishing the heat rising between us.

“Uh, that was before I was married,” Sofie protested, her words weak and lacking conviction, her body language screaming the opposite - she didn’t want me to stop.

As my fingers danced over her curves, teasing the outline of her blouse, I felt the heat radiate from her skin. The tension between us grew charged, intoxicating, urging me to explore further. I let my hand drift lower, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt to glide over the smoothness of her belly. Sofie gasped, her body arching toward me, hungry for more.

“Do you remember how good it felt, Sofie?” I murmured, my voice low and inviting. She bit her lip, nodding as memories flickered in her eyes - familiar, electrifying moments from our past.

With a swift motion, I pushed her skirt up, exposing her thighs. I could feel her breath quicken as my fingers brushed against the fabric of her panties. I lingered there for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before my fingers found their way under the elastic, directly to her bare skin. The warmth and softness of her flesh ignited something raw and uncontrollable within me.

“You’re too fucking perfect. I’m going to make you scream,” I growled, my fingers pressing against her swollen clit through the slick, soft folds of her pussy. It was unusually large, plump, and meaty, almost the size of a grape, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how incredibly tight and enticing she still was, even after childbirth. She squirmed under my touch, her hips shifting eagerly, her arousal unmistakable as her breath hitched audibly, filling the charged air with her need.

“Please, Tom,” she urged, her voice a desperate whisper, eyes filled with longing as I continued my teasing exploration. My fingers pressed and rolled against her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Just as I sensed her teetering on the edge of ecstasy, I scooped her up effortlessly, feeling her warm body against mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist, surrendering completely as I carried her to Jack’s bed.

I laid her down, spreading her legs wide, exposing the slick, swollen treasure I’d been craving all night. Her pussy glistened, her folds wet and inviting, her throbbing clit standing proud, flushed and needy, begging to be devoured. The sight was pure perfection, and it ignited something feral inside me. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Lowering myself, I hovered over her heat, letting the anticipation build as her body trembled beneath me. The scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating and irresistible. Then, with a deliberate swipe of my tongue, I dove in, sliding between her folds, tasting every slick, sweet inch of her, savoring her reaction as my tongue explored her most sensitive spots.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” I growled between licks, my voice rough and teasing as I lapped at her like a man starved. Her moans spilled from her lips, a chorus of pleasure echoing in the room, every sound spurring me on. My tongue found her swollen clit, flicking it mercilessly, then sucking it into my mouth as her hips bucked wildly against my face.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” I rasped, glancing up to see her completely undone. Her head thrashed against the pillow, her chest heaving as her moans turned into frantic, desperate cries. She was on fire, her body writhing, her hands clawing at the sheets as I pushed her closer to the edge.

Her breath hitched, her entire body tightening as my tongue worked relentlessly, finding that perfect spot that made her fall apart. She was trembling now, her thighs quivering around my head as her moans broke into gasps.

“Fuck! Yes, yes! Oh my God!” she cried, her voice shaking, barely audible. “I’m so close, so fucking close!”

I smirked against her, slowing just enough to make her squirm, to pull her back from the brink. My breath was hot against her slick folds as I hovered over her clit, letting her feel the agonizing absence of my tongue.

“Close, huh?” I murmured darkly, letting my tongue flick her swollen clit just once, a cruel tease, before pulling away entirely. “Then beg for it.”

She whimpered, her hips arching desperately, chasing my mouth. “Please...” Her voice was shaky, drenched in need.

“Please what?” I taunted, my lips hovering just above her, my breath hot against her slick heat. “Say the words, Sofie. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her entire body trembling. “I want to come ... please,” she gasped, her voice breaking into ragged sobs. “I need it so bad.”

I chuckled low and cruel, pressing my tongue against her folds but pulling back before giving her what she craved. “Not good enough. Tell me something else. Tell me Jack could never make you feel like this.”

Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling against my head. “He doesn’t,” she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation. “He wouldn’t even know where to start.”

“Doesn’t know how to do what, Sofie?” I growled, dragging my tongue over her swollen clit, just enough to make her squirm. “Admit it - he’s useless. A limp-dick joke who can’t even satisfy his own wife.”

Her moan broke into a desperate sob, her body arching beneath me. “Jack never makes me feel this good!” she cried, her voice raw and trembling. “He’s a clueless, selfish loser who couldn’t find my clit if I gave him a fucking map!”

A wicked grin spread across my face as I let my tongue circle her throbbing clit slowly, savoring her submission. “That’s right,” I rasped, my tone dripping with satisfaction. “And now you’re going to do something for me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her hips jerking as I teased her again. “Anything,” she whimpered, her voice shaking. “Please, just don’t stop.”

I pressed harder, my tongue flicking her clit with precision as her body convulsed. “Next time he’s inside you, I want you to close your eyes and think about this,” I growled against her slick folds. “Think about my tongue, my cock, every fucking inch of you mine.”

Her moans turned into desperate cries as she sobbed, “I will! I promise, I will! Just please let me come!”

That was all I needed. With a wicked grin, I buried my tongue into her, devouring her mercilessly, driving her over the edge and straight into chaos. Her screams tore through the room, loud enough to wake the dead, as her thighs clamped around my head, her entire body seizing violently as her orgasm ripped through her like a thunderstorm. Her soaked cunt clenched desperately at the emptiness, spasming as if begging for something to fill it.

Her back arched high off the bed, her hips bucking uncontrollably against my face, her legs trembling and spreading wider with each shudder. Her rock-hard tits, tight cones of perfection, stood impossibly firm, unmoving, as if her body was too tense to let them sway. She shattered completely, undone by the force of her release, her cries echoing like a symphony of pure, unrelenting surrender.

I kept my mouth on her, licking and sucking with relentless precision, refusing to let her escape the pleasure ripping through her.

“Fuck ... yes!” she whimpered, her voice ragged and barely coherent, her body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her. Her thighs clamped tighter around my head, locking me in place, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t letting up. I wanted to milk every last second of her climax, every desperate moan, every shudder, until she had nothing left to give.

Her cunt was still spasming, dripping with her arousal, and I devoured her greedily, my tongue flicking over her swollen clit with merciless intent. She was so fucking sensitive now, each touch sending sharp jolts through her, making her jerk and twist under me, helpless against the onslaught.

I paused just long enough to lean up and growl, “I’m not stopping until you scream my name so loud the whole goddamn neighborhood knows who owns you.” Her dazed eyes fluttered open, her lips trembling as she tried to respond, but the sensations were too much. Her body had no fight left, no control, and it betrayed her completely.

The tension in her core coiled tight again, building faster than she could comprehend, her hips bucking wildly as the spasms overtook her. She was lost, unable to hold back, her body convulsing under me as the pressure tore her apart.

Finally, at the breaking point, her scream ripped through the room, raw and primal, “Fuck, Tom! Yes, I’m yours!”

Her voice cracked with desperation, her body jerking violently as her orgasm overtook her completely, pushing her to the very edge of passing out. Only then did I relent, my lips slick with her arousal, as I pulled back to watch her collapse into the sheets, utterly destroyed and spent.

The tension drained from her trembling frame as the intensity of her climax faded, leaving her chest heaving with the remnants of pleasure. Her body sank deeper into the mattress, limp and vulnerable, her breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

But then, breaking the heavy silence, a soft, innocent voice pierced the air.

“Mama?”

Her heart skipped a beat. She blinked, whipping her head to the side, and there they stood: her two little boys, rubbing their sleepy eyes, their expressions a mix of confusion and innocence. Her breath hitched as panic set in. She sat up abruptly, yanking the covers over her exposed body with trembling hands.

“Come here, babies,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams, forcing a shaky smile. She reached out, gathering them both into her arms. The twins, their fiery red hair a mirror of hers, climbed onto the bed without hesitation. They snuggled against her, their small faces pressing into her bare tits, completely oblivious to the tension in the room or the sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but this time, it wasn’t from pleasure, it was pure panic mixed with guilt, a sharp reminder of just how precarious her world had become.

I laid back, my eyes fixed on the sight before me. There was something strangely beautiful about the image of Sofie with the two boys cuddled against her, their little heads nestled against her bare breasts, oblivious to how erotic that touch was. It is so cute how kids take those female curves innocently, blissfully unaware to the irresistible arousal they cause in adults.

All three of them with that fiery red hair - it was almost poetic. Those two, I had to remind myself, were the result of that legendary party, where I had inseminated Sofie not just once but twice. Uh, that had been so wild!

One of the boys, clearly confused, looked up at her. “Mama, why were you screaming so much?”

The other chirped in, “Why is a stranger in your bed?”

Her breath hitched, panic flickering in her eyes. She glanced at Tom, who was trying not to laugh, before turning her attention back to the boys. Sofie swallowed hard, trying to think of something, anything that wouldn’t sound like a total lie.

“Oh, sweetheart, Mama was just ... having a really intense dream,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and reassuring. “You know how dreams can get a little crazy sometimes, right? And Tom was helping me with something, that’s all.”

They seemed to accept it, their sleepy minds too tired to question her further. “Okay, Mama,” one of them murmured, yawning.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” she whispered, gently ushering the boys toward the door. “You need your rest.”

Turning to me, she shot a playful command, “Don’t move!”

A smirk curled her lips as she regained some of her earlier confidence. “I’m not done with you yet. After what you did to me, you’re in for it. I’ll make you regret that relentless, never-ending orgasm. Brace yourself for my revenge!”