Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices
Chapter 49: Divorce Again

Chapter 49: Divorce Again

"Aunt, you’re so smart," Jake said.

"Mmm... zizi..." Taylor, her mouth stuffed with his penis, could only respond with lewd sucking sounds and incoherent moans.

His penis grew even harder under her licking, the dual softness of her lips and tongue nearly making Jake cum prematurely.

Gazing down at his aunt, who was devotedly swallowing him, Jake was suddenly struck by a whim. He cupped her round cheeks and said, "Aunt, look at me, I’m about to cum, look at me."

With the penis in her mouth, Taylor could most directly feel its increasing heat. She slightly tilted her flushed face, her luscious red lips sliding along the shaft, her almond-shaped eyes, seductive and hazy, looking up at Jake towering above her.

Pleasure seemed to be etched on her face, her eyes meeting his.

"Oh, aunt... you’re so good..."

"Mmm... zizi... oh..."

Taylor’s delicate hands also exerted force, cradling Jake’s balls. Moans, panting, and the sound of saliva mixed together, lingering in the dining room.

Under such skilled oral ministrations, Jake finally neared climax, his burning penis suddenly hardening to its peak.

Taylor was just about to pull away, letting Jake ejaculate elsewhere.

Suddenly, "Ding dong... ding dong..." The doorbell rang abruptly.

Imagine, on Thanksgiving, in the dead of night, someone ringing the doorbell—how suspicious was that? Naturally, Taylor was stunned, while Jake, on the verge of ejaculating, seemed not to notice.

Just as Taylor thought she might have misheard and was about to confirm, the "ding dong" of the doorbell arrived simultaneously with Jake’s massive load of cum.

"Gulp, gulp." Taylor had no time to react. Jake’s semen shot violently into her mouth like a storm, some even splashing directly into her throat.

This made Taylor cough twice, the milky-white liquid spilling out onto the floor. Being someone who loved cleanliness, she instinctively reached out to catch it. Her fair, jade-like hands caught the semen dripping from her mouth. Such a debauched scene made Jake’s freshly spent penis show signs of stirring again.

Taylor also shot Jake a resentful glare. The fishy, sour, and bitter taste in her mouth made her brows furrow. She slowly stood up, not even bothering with the doorbell, and rushed straight to the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon followed. Satisfied, Jake began cleaning up the aftermath.

The doorbell did not ring again.

Outside the door stood a man—Linker, Taylor’s ex-husband. He anxiously pressed the doorbell a few times, but when there was no response, he remembered to take out his phone to contact her. However, none of the countless WhatsApp messages he had sent pleading for reconciliation had been answered. What could have driven Linker to come here in the middle of the night, solely to win back his ex-wife’s love?

The story traced back to a certain day after Linker and Taylor divorced. He received an anonymous email. As a mathematics professor at Savannah University, he was accustomed to using email, as it was the school’s policy.

This anonymous letter had no content, only an attached compressed file. Curiosity drove Linker to extract it.

At first, the explicit photos did not catch his attention. Having taught for decades, he had confiscated plenty of pornographic material from male students. This level of imagery was nothing special.

But halfway through, the woman in the photos gradually began revealing her face—first the upper half, then the lower half. Linker found her increasingly familiar. In his agitation, he scrolled to the very bottom, where the woman’s full face was finally exposed.

It was none other than Neita, a physical education teacher at Savannah University and his recent wife! Scientific confirmation proved the photos were not doctored but genuine.

The usually gentle and refined Linker was uncharacteristically furious to the point of losing his sanity. The sexual positions in the photos were ones even he had never tried with her. This slut!

Fuming, Linker rushed to confront Neita, who, of course, vehemently denied it, even claiming she was being framed.

Unwilling to believe it but not entirely dismissing it either, Linker decided to wait, as Neita was currently pregnant with his child. Any further doubts would have to wait until after the birth.

But a few days later, a second anonymous email arrived.

The contents were even more explosive, explicitly stating that the child in Neita’s belly was not Linker’s, merely coinciding with their intercourse timing.

The email, afraid Linker wouldn’t believe it, even provided the address of the child’s biological father. Full of doubt, Linker secretly took leave to visit the given location.

Everything in the mysterious sender’s emails was confirmed, irrefutably true.

Linker felt as if the sky had collapsed. He had abandoned his lawful wife just to have a child of his own, only to be utterly deceived by a woman. Anger overtook his rationality, leading to a fierce argument with Neita that even turned physical. If not for his position as a teacher, fearing harm to the unborn child and damage to his reputation, Linker might have truly beaten this vile, deceitful woman to a pulp.

The final result was a huge fight with his parents. Under family pressure and professional consequences, Neita had no choice but to divorce Linker.

Linker took sick leave, staying home in a daze. Staring at the emptiness of his house, memories of Taylor’s virtuous and gentle demeanor flooded his mind, filling him with sorrow. After suppressing his longing for days, it finally erupted on Thanksgiving.

After inquiring at Taylor’s school, he finally obtained her new address.

Linker knew he had wronged Taylor, so he dared not visit during the day, afraid of running into her sister and brother-in-law and enduring their ridicule. Unfortunately, Yana had never thought much of Linker. If not for her sister’s pleas, Linker wouldn’t have ended up like this—losing everything in the divorce was already lenient.

After a long journey, he arrived at Taylor’s new residential area. The security guard informed him that the building had one elevator per household, making it impossible for strangers to enter. Despite showing his ID or begging pitifully, nothing worked. In the end, he handed over 200 dollars to solve the problem.

Money really could make the devil turn the millstone.

Linker had no patience to argue with the guard. With the guard’s swipe card, he finally ascended to Taylor’s new home.