- Loving Wives
- No More Mr. Nice Guy
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When he cheated, I sought revenge but found something more.
This story was written for the 2024 750 Word Project. The story between the line below and the asterisk closure at the end has exactly 750 words according to Google Docs and Lit's story editor. It's also written for the Pink Orchid 2024: Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica, in which a female character "has agency and makes sense on her own terms." Finally, it's a sequel to "Being Mr. Nice Guy" but this stands alone so you don't need to have read that story to understand this one. Hope you enjoy and that you'll leave a comment with your thoughts.
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Sunlight streamed in through the gap between the curtains.
The bed was soft and I had no hangover, so I stretched languorously. As I did, my boobs slipped out from under the sheet.
"Ahem. Good morning, Jill. Would you like some breakfast?"
Startled, I jumped and pulled the sheet around me, covering myself in the unfamiliar surroundings. Then I recalled the events of yesterday afternoon and last night. I grinned sheepishly. "Guess it's a little late for that, isn't it? Where's your bathroom?"
Looking equally sheepish, he pointed. "Some things you might need are on the countertop. I'll go so you can dress."
Now remembering everything, I said, "Please stay, Dustin? I'll be right back." Clutching the sheet around me, I hurried inside.
Refreshed when I returned, I saw my clothes on the bed, folded neatly. Dustin sat on the other corner, looking away so I could change. I went and stood in front of him instead and gently turned his head toward me.
"I was married for nearly 20 years and never cheated once until I did it for revenge on my asshole soon-to-be ex last night. That's what it started off as, anyway, but you helped me realize so much more."
"What do you mean?"
"You gave me what I needed last night when I was lower than I've ever been, the revenge first, true, but that wasn't nearly as fulfilling as I'd hoped--I probably won't even tell him. What was more important was helping me realize that I can still be loved. Yes, I know, last night wasn't actual love, but it showed me there might be hope of finding it again someday. That made me feel good--repeatedly, I might add--but most of all, good inside."
"I'm glad, Jill. Nobody deserves what he did to you."
Arriving home early hoping for a fun weekend, I'd found Gregory and Elaina from down the street fucking in our bed. Shocked, I fled in anger and disgust after snapping a couple of photos from out in the hallway. Leaving the house, I called Julie. Together, my sister and I made plans to cover my absence. Together, we planned my revenge, even when I didn't know what to do afterward.
Now, after last night, I knew.
"Thanks, Dustin. You didn't deserve it either."
He nodded. He'd told me a bit about his ex's affair as I tried to fuel my inebriation, as I attempted to fortify my courage to get revenge.
Now, revenge was forgotten and only the thirst for freedom remained. While I was technically still married, Gregory had, in my eyes, shredded our wedding vows, and I would complete the process starting on Monday when I planned to contact Julie's divorce attorney. Until then, I wanted to live.
And to love, at least in action, if not in fact.
Standing in front of Dustin, I let the sheet fall from my shoulders, revealing myself fully to him once more. My hands pulled his head toward my chest, and a nipple slipped into his mouth. His arms crossed behind my ass, hugging me against him, and then his hand slipped between my thighs, up high, against my folds.
I pushed against it, wanting him in me.
My hand slid down the front of his sweatpants, finding his manhood straining, saluting me as his finger sawed between my soft lips, over my clit.
I moaned, wanting him even more.
On the bed he lay me, spreading my legs. My nipple slipped from his lips, but gentle kisses trailed down, over my patch, and then to my dot and the valley below. My hands in his hair, his tongue did wonders, bringing me to one peak after another.
Pulling him up, I guided him inside me, his dick spearing into my wetness, sliding deep and filling me completely.
Over and over he plunged, strong, steady, letting me feel him as he enjoyed me. As our passion grew, so too did our speed, with each of us rising toward our peak. I called his name, he called mine, and we came together.
We lay holding each other afterward, sharing soft kisses.
Dustin chuckled. "I tried to be nice last night, to keep you from making a mistake. I tried again this morning, but I'm batting 0 for 2. I must admit I'm glad."
"No, Dustin, you're batting a thousand and there were no mistakes. So, no more Mr. Nice Guy, okay? I'm free and I want you again, now, just as you are."
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 1 month agoWhat a great sequel which also can stand alone and all in the 750 word package. Very very good. Would love to see a third part but longer that filled in the back stories of both the main characters and what happened next. BardnotBard
Comentarista822 months agoWow.. this little entry is being scored rather harshly, especially considered it's only a 750-word entry. I think perhaps it would help some readers if the 750- word essays were put in their own category in terms of their own contest, because it seems some readers can't differentiate even when it's clearly announced that's what this is, that they will still score it down strictly on that basis. Others miss the point entirely, which is that this entry cannot possibly cover every base, nor can explore much of anything.
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I love how you write part 2 basically from her point of view; it also proved that my calculations and observations from the former were absolutely correct.. although this part of the story makes it seem like she was just nursing drinks rather than actively consuming them. Regardless, about the only things I could question after having read part 1 would have been if she actively consumed the drinks; the other part would be was she really taking stock of the fact that is was just a rebound, so it might not end up as good as she's hoping? Regardless, the issue is the story picks up slightly after the end part 1, which is a kind of segue that I appreciate--because it adds a little more the original--and it doesn't step on its toes either. It adds just enough detail so we understand she was in contact with her sister, and will be using that sister's attorney to start divorce proceedings against Gregory. Now personally, I would have kind of liked to see a little more- - and I only mean a little more in terms of it taking a little more space on the page - - about the emotional exploration, which is kind of what a few other posters lamented.. because it seemed to them that could have been better use of manifesting her thought process. I still think regardless that you did the story well, and if people have never tried to write a 750-word entry, they should try to and just see how close or how far they are away... and seeing how hard it can be to edit it down without losing too much of the detail you hoped to preserve. I for example never think anything just gets a five just for existing, but I feel with this entry that you did it justice relative to original story, and therefore I am rating in a five- - partly because of the difficulty of doing so a second time--and partly because you chose to flip the script, which was a very unique approach.
