Jealousy

While her daughter had no sense of jealousy, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel it gnawing at her heart as she listened to Tim and Nancy enjoying themselves upstairs. Pressing the button to increase the volume on the television again to drown out the moaning and thumping, she reminded herself that she was happy for Nancy, glad that she had found a man like Tim, and grateful that she was willing to share. She also reminded herself, again, that sharing goes two ways.

Had Tim not looked so hot when during supper, had her daughter been less obvious in her flirting, in her seduction, Vanessa would have felt a lot more cool. As it was, though, watching the two slowly work each other up while she watched made her feel more than a little horny. Of course she knew that thinking sexual thoughts that involved her daughter in any way wasn’t ideal, but she when she signed on to be Tim’s other girlfriend, Vanessa had known that it would be inevitable.

Another moan, louder than precious, cut through the sound of the television. In frustration, she turned off her show. It was a lovely night out, so she decided to go for a run. Time to put the energy she was feeling from her sexual frustration to good use.

While she changed into her running shorts and a hoodie, she heard her daughter begin to rhythmically pant Tim’s name to the beat is his thrusting. She knew what Nancy was feeling. Just the other night she had been ploughed by the very same dick, and it had been glorious. Now, though, he had chosen the younger model. It was difficult to not read into it.

Outside, in the cool evening air, things felt better. She could finally clear her thoughts and think normally. While Tim still occupied her imagination, her thoughts also drifted to work, memories of childhood, even vacation plans for the following year. Vanessa didn’t get where she was in life by being some boy-crazy bimbo. No, she would have to set herself some boundaries so that she wouldn’t lose herself to her newfound love.

She pushed herself, a little farther, a little harder, so pent up was she. By the time Vanessa arrived home, the sun was going down, and her clothes were soaked with sweat. As she walked into the house, she reminded herself that she would need to step up her game if she was going to compete against Nancy for Tim’s affection.

No.

That wasn’t right.

They were sharing him! Why was she having such a difficult time with the concept? Was she so entitled that she thought she could keep Tim all to herself? Did she really think a man like Tim would be satisfied with just one woman?

A scream came from Nancy’s bedroom. Good, she told herself. Nancy needed a good rutting. Perhaps Tim would be interested in a round in Vanessa’s own room the next morning. For now, Vanessa could be happy for her daughter. If need be, she would **** herself to be happy. Fake it ‘till you make it.

So she put on a brave face and went upstairs to shower before bed. A good night’s rest would make her feel so much better about what had changed. And if she hurried, she might even get to bed and be asleep before the two lovebirds started another round.

Which would be good because if she had to hear her daughter moan Tim’s name one more time that evening, she was sure that wouldn’t get a wink of sleep.