What other option?

Epilogue

You moan as his tongue cleans your pussy, drinking from your juices and Alex’s river of cum. If not-you-you notices a difference he doesn’t say anything (the truth is, he does… he finds the taste weirdly bitter and salty, but he assumes the reason is he left you alone, like a cake out of the fridge, while he went to have his shower. He’s a bit dumb, not-you-you. And since he’s feeling guilty, he doesn’t say anything. And then, of course, as your skilled mouth starts playing with his small pecker, something he’s never enjoyed before, he’s very motivated to keep going.)

You pay a lot of attention to get him hard enough, but not over the edge. When he’s *finally* ready, you guide him on top of you, and inside your well-opened, well-fucked, slightly painfully raw pussy. Predictably, he pumps a few times before telling you he’s going to orgasm. You make sure he can’t get out in time, stuck between your fat legs, and you ask him to lick your titties. The words suffice to make him cum, and you feel his body tense as he spurts a few drops inside you.

*****

A decade later, you’re pregnant with your third child. One of these is actually from not-you-you, who’s cared for you ever since ‘he got you carelessly pregnant’. Alex played a huge role in convincing not-you-you to step up to his responsibilities for some reason… He moved to LA at some point, with his gorgeous lawyer wife. You, on the other hand, stayed here. You’ve changed a few things though. D-A had terrible taste in, well, everything. Music. Friends. Food. You hated it all. D-A’s mother, a single mom like you almost became, always wondered what happened, but given your pregnancy and your ability to secure what you hadn’t, a middle class husband ready to work for his family, she wasn’t going to complain about your sudden interest in dumb online FPS or the fact you just sold off almost every item in D-A’s room. A year after you’d had your first baby, you’d lost so much weight that you actually started looking pretty good. Having enough money to spend hours at the gym while your mother-in-law gladly cares for your baby played a role. Seriously shaken by what has happened to you, you’ve also started studying very, very hard, and while you never became a Professor of Law at Harvard, you made a career as an advocate and influencer for a major fitness brand.

Now, though, you’re considering your next move. Not-you-you is perfect as a provider, and you’re not foolish enough to leave him, but it’s probably time to think of a new career. As soon as this baby sleeps his full nights, you’ll get to it. Maybe as a businesswoman. Or politics. There is a serious lack of representation for interracial couples in your local area. Maybe a young, successful professional with a beautiful family has a chance against the old, crusty representatives the place is saddled with…

The end.