My Boyfriend Cheated with His Aunt, I Made Them Pay

On the night before Timothy Callahan's aunt returned, he unusually took Brittany Oxford to an adult themed hotel. That night, they tried many positions and used many props. By the time it ended for the last time, Brittany's fingertips had dug deep into his firm back. His practiced movements made her completely lose all control in a wave of intense dizziness. This was not the most out of control Timothy had ever been, but it was the most times he had ever done it. It was as if, on this one night, he wanted to go through every position they had ever tried all over again... "Timothy, what's wrong with you? You were acting so strangely tonight." At the moment he pulled away from her, Brittany did not even have the strength to lift her eyes. "Nothing. Get some rest first. I'm going to have a cigarette." He casually picked up the coat from the chair and walked onto the balcony to smoke. Looking at his lonely back, Brittany wanted to go over and hug him. Just as she was about to move closer, she saw that he was making a video call. When the call connected, a woman in a sexy red dress appeared on the screen. She was sitting in the VIP lounge at the airport, holding a glass of red wine, looking elegant and intelligent. "Timothy, it's so late and you're still calling me? Aren't you with your little girlfriend?" Brittany had heard Timothy mention this woman before. She was ten years older than him, and because she was a close friend of Timothy's mother, Timothy had always called her Aunt Jessica. But in truth, the woman did look very young, and very beautiful. Timothy lit a cigarette. After blowing out a few rings of smoke, he said in a low voice, "Aunt Jessica, over these past three years, I've learned well enough already. When it comes to intimacy, I'm already a mature man. Can you give me a chance? Please stop treating me like that little boy I used to be. You know I'm sincere about you." "You silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? You're practically about to get married, and you're still saying things like that. Be careful or your girlfriend will get upset. Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow." After the call ended, Timothy stood there without moving. And Brittany, standing behind him, was completely stunned. It felt as if all the blood in her body had gone cold in that instant. Even her breathing carried a sharp, obvious pain. She had been with Timothy for three years and had never once imagined that being with her, to him, was only a way to vent his desire. All the intimacy of that whole night had merely been his preparation for going to see that woman. At the thought of it, Brittany suddenly felt a violent surge in her stomach. She clapped a hand over her mouth and turned, rushing into the bathroom. She vomited badly, and the loud commotion caught Timothy's attention. He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, walked over, and gently patted her on the back. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly throwing up so badly?" His tone was the same as always, but to Brittany, it felt nothing but cold. Even his touch made her recoil instinctively. "I have something to do. I'm leaving first." "It's almost dawn. Come with me to pick up Aunt Jessica. She'll be back soon." Timothy gave Brittany no chance to refuse. He walked into the bathroom and began to shower. After turning on the shower, he held out a hand to Brittany. "Want to shower together?" Brittany looked at the handsome man in front of her, her heart aching so badly she could barely breathe. "No, I..." He paid no attention to what she wanted and reached out to pull her into the bathroom. The moment the hot water drenched her from head to toe, he began moving toward her again. Brittany grabbed his hand in resistance. "No, Timothy. I'm tired. I don't want to." "You're unwilling already? Was it because I didn't satisfy you tonight? But you were clearly very into it just now..."