Chapter 4

I found Hannah on her sofa, watching TV and eating lots of ice cream. Well, I thought, I can’t blame you for that. Your husband and kids kicked you to the curb and for what? You never seemed all that vicious to me. I guess that we’ll find out soon enough, though, if you have a dark side.

Granted, she made out good in the divorce, but a woman doesn’t have to be very ruthless to do that, with the courts already stacked against men. It just happened that when it came to being taken to the cleaners, the judge probably went easier on Norris than I would have in his case. Did I mention that I hated the bastard? I normally sided with men in divorce and family cases, especially Dad’s, but for this particular split, I gladly made an exception.

Yeah, I was bitter. So sue me. I laughed as I looked at the TV program that Hannah watched. Sex and the City. Yeah, not exactly preacher’s wife viewing material, at least in many circles. Then again, she was the jilted ex-wife of a Methodist minister, not a current spouse, and she was under no obligation to anyone. Adultery was a very human and understandable error or vice or whatever, but the cold way that Norris had treated Hannah matched exactly the cruelty that Mom showed Dad. They were an evil duo, Mom and Norris, or what is Norris and Mom, and they left a trail of misery and suffering in their callous wake.

You want to point fingers at me for lack of empathy? How about that distinct coldness and utter callousness toward Hannah and Dad, respectively? It was all “in your face” and “what are you gonna do about it?” Oh, and threats and blackmail meant to force both spouses to stay against their will. See? It wasn’t just two people who fell in love or lust and had a very human affair. It was two people who neglected, extorted, gaslit, and emotionally/verbally abused their spouses while using them as glorified babysitters while they flaunted their affairs in galling, humiliating fashion.

They just didn’t plan on Dad wrecking Norris’s ministry and Hannah seizing the chance to get her revenge, too. They forgot that they had something to lose as well. I was pretty convinced, even now, that Mom and Norris deemed themselves injured parties. Narcissists like them tend to do so. You want to call me a narcissist or sociopath or whatever? Be my guest. But I at least had more empathy for Dad and Hannah than their spouses ever did. But then, especially for men, women don’t feel much empathy at all. At least not in my experience.

Anyway, back to my visit to Hannah ... yeah, she was in her jammies or yoga pants or sweats or whatever those were. She had an old sweatshirt on that read, “Cutie.” And she looked the part, even as disheveled as she was, maybe at least somewhat because of that. She had a very golden look to her, from the radiant, honey blonde curls to the perfect farmer’s tan to the amber eyes or whatever those were. It was a distinctly rare eye color to be sure. She wore no makeup right then, just had dark circles around her eyes that matched the dry red wine that had filled half of the glass, the bottle half-empty by now.

Well, I thought. There’s nothing for it. Time’s frozen. It’s high time to strike. I leapt into action, turning off the TV and moving the ice cream out of the way, along with the wine. I even moved the coffee table. It was a Saturday ... she had plenty of time to move it all back, right? So did I, in fact, if I was so inclined. Anyway, I slid her slippers off, then her bottoms, and after that her top. She had no bra on underneath that, which was a pleasant surprise, as her fulsome breasts came fully into view now.

I grabbed some washrags from a dresser, applied some soap, and cleaned her flesh in a hurry, including her pussy and ass once her panties were off. They were white cotton panties, of course. Very conservative, as she didn’t expect to get laid right then. I finally told myself, “oh, fuck it,” and carried her to the shower, where I washed all of her skin from head to toe. I took advantage of the chance to get squeaky clean as well, and then I carried her back to the sofa.

Hannah was now naked as a jaybird, and I decided to dine on her just as she intended to do with the ice cream and wine. I began kissing and licking her all over, just as I had with Natalie Portman, avoiding only the armpits and the feet below the ankles. I also shaved her crotch, of course, to make it easier ... and avoid getting any hair in my teeth. My favorite part, though, was still the rimming, the chance to eat her sweet, plump ass and tickle her pucker with my tongue.

That, on a whim, was when I snapped my fingers and time started again. Hannah reacted with a sharp start, of course, feeling a tongue glide between her cheeks as she lay there on the couch. I got the impression that Norris was an exceptionally selfish lover, which jived with the rest of his very egocentric personality. If Christian husbands were supposed to be very loving to their wives, he failed in almost every aspect of that.

“Oh, fuck ... who are you? Wait ... Sebastian? What the hell are you ... doing ... oh, fuck it, don’t you dare ... stop! Don’t ... you ... fucking ... dare! Why am I naked? Why are you ... oh, God ... you know how to make ... me ... feel ... sooo ... gooood!” Hannah reacted while I laughed internally.

That was when I swiped my tongue across her rosebud yet again and she squirted so forcefully that she also kicked me off the couch. I lined up again, and this time, I eased into her cunt from behind to take care of some unfinished business. Revenge on Norris, even if petty by its nature, would be mine. The next time he saw his ex, she’d have a satisfied smile or smirk on her face, much as Mom had while she pursued her affair with Norris and seemed bent on emasculating Dad.

“Oh ... fuck ... me ... Sebastian ... oh, God!” Hannah screamed while I plowed her good and rough from behind now.

She was soon very prone and I was able to hump her much more vigorously, reaming her but good as hard as I could. I ravished Norris’s ex for several more minutes, exploring her while delighting in the fact that I had already enjoyed her younger twins. I pounded her even harder and longer, bottoming out to balls deep before she knew what hit her. I also put her wine bottle right at her butthole and eased it in to spill wine up her ass. It oozed down her taint toward my cock and her warm and juicy gash, no less, making her even wetter than she was.