Things went into routine in our new life.

I worked in the church mostly from noon to midnight, accepting clients and consulting. Fridays and Saturdays were ceremony days, Sunday we had to ourselves.

Betty worked at the gym from 6am to almost midnight every day. She hired people to help, but couldn’t really trust anyone, so she got up early and stayed late every day. If not for our Sundays, she probably would have worked herself to death.

Tony, well, he is still planning on revenge, going back to our old house. But he also opened his own company  too and started taking some design and other little jobs. He rented a small space close to the gym, so we all worked close by, and could meet for lunch every day.

But I failed to see how I neglected my life to routine boredom. I noticed Tony and Betty’s connection growing stronger, and I was truly happy for that, meanwhile forgetting I am the first wife.

It blew up in my face one Sunday, When Betty said something about my absence the whole week, while she took care of Tony 5 times a day, every day.

The silence that fell on us was worse than shouting, I really didn’t know what to say or how to react to all this. Betty just dropped what she was holding and went upstairs, locking herself in her room, crying.

Tony looked at me. “She is right, you know.” He said. “This mental connection we have, you throw everything you don’t want to feel right at that moment on us, and we have to deal with it. We fuck many times every day, at work time, just to relieve the stress. And you are not there to take some of it, you are absent. She is great, hot and passionate, but she deserves more respect for taking so much pressure from you.”

I really wasn’t aware of the situation, I forgot how my work got me so sexually stressed at all times, and how it projected on the people I love the most.

“How can I make it right to you?” I asked in tears.

“First, you need to apologize to Betty, in the last months, she was more of a wife to me than you, and she deserve to be recognized and honored for that.” Tony answered.

“Second, you need to stop projecting your stress on us, or at least, find a way to reduce the pressure. I’m a man, I’m used to be horny a lot, But Betty’s mind and body are stretched to the max, she can’t handle it anymore.”

“You’re right.” I said. “I will apologize, and we will think of a way to reduce the stress from both of you.”

I went up, knocked on Betty’s door and begged her to open.

She finally opened, her eyes red, she was tearing. I hugged her, she returned the hug, but was clearly distant from me.

“You have every right to be angry at me,” I said. “I used your mind and your body as my private mental dumpster. I wasn’t aware how stressful it is on you.”

Betty went and laid on her bed, I sat beside her, keeping a small distance, It’s not the right time to be close.

“How do you suggest we fix that? What do you think will make it right for you?” I begged her to tell me.

“First, I’m going to take a really long vacation, alone. I need to be on my own for a wile.” she said. I dreaded the idea of her leaving, But I could not, and should not, force her to stay.

“I don’t want to feel horny because you are working, I don’t want to take Tonny again because you help somebody else, I need to feel like myself again. To disconnect from you.”

I nodded, it was only fair.

“Then, when and IF I decide to come back, You need to figure out how to take care of Tony without exhausting me. Tony is great, But one woman’s body can take it just so far, even enhanced by a sex goddess, I’m just tired.”

“Would you mind if we take another woman?” I asked her.

“Right now? I don’t care for anything anymore. I’m going away for a long time, You do whatever you feel like.” She answered without hesitation.

“That’s OK, I understand now.” I hugged her, and felt the connection between our minds. In tears and pain, I shut it off. Betty’s face went blank, then she opened her eyes and looked at me again, smiling.

“I feel like I’m on my own again” she said. “It hurts, but I look at the world different now.” she came and kissed me. “It feels so good now” she smiled, and we kissed again.

“Mmmm” she moaned. “Maybe we should fuck once more before I leave?” and just like that, our clothes flew to the floor, and we found ourselves passionately making love, just like we did so many times before.

Betty was over me, her face buried in my pussy, and her ass begging me to push my fingers inside. I did, and her licking grew wetter and herder. I held myself from cumming, but her pussy sprayed my face with her love juice, I couldn’t hold it anymore and came on her face too.

Then we laid there and hugged. “Whatever you decide to do, I will miss you.” I promised her. “And my door’s always open for you. you will always be a wife in this family, no matter where you go.”

We kissed again, Betty started crying, I licked her tears. It took awhile and she fell asleep.

I got up and went out to my room. Tony was waiting there.

As i laid beside him, he came close and hugged me, he was rock hard.

“You fucked.” He said. “I felt you, but didn’t feel betty.”

I let him into my pussy and moaned as he filled me with his dick.

“I closed that door,” I told him. “She wants to be alone for some time.”

“Too bad” he said, pushing his hard dick deeper into me. “I liked feeling her cumming when you fingered her butt.”

The mention of it drove me to cum again. Tony pushed more into me and came too.

Then he cuddled me.

“She decided to leave,” I told him. He kissed my neck. “That’s too bad, I’ll miss her,” he said. “I have a feeling she will return.”

“She will.” I said. “But she needs some time alone and that’s OK. But what will we do now? You need a woman to take care of you.”

“Honey, you are that woman!” He groped me and I felt his dick getting hard again, rubbing on my butt. I moved a little and made the way for him, he pushed it into my asshole, making me groan a little.

“You, need, more, then, me!” I barely got the words out as he pumped his dick in my ass.

“Yes I do” he kept going at me. “But you are my wife, and this is our life now.”

He kept pushing, driving me to another orgasm. As I gained my breath back, I felt him slipping out of my ass, his cum dripping down my crack.

“One woman is not enough for you.” I turned to kiss him. “Apparently two is too little too. I will find a solution, don’t worry.”

“Oh I’m not” he smirked and kissed me. “I know you will find the way, I have faith in you.”

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