Chapter #5: "Bad Romance Redone."
Chapter #5 Beginning Author's Notes:
Rest assured, people, this one's going to be cuckoo, but what else can you expect from a tale written from a villain's perspective besides the insanely cuckoo- as when you divorce yourself from morals, you are going to go insane as an inevitable result.
Well, we'd danced in a state of total undress to music, it was fun; but some of the fun was pushing this lifestyle on Tina, to push her buttons. I also noticed that inside me there seemed to be a black hole that the more I put into it to fill it up and close it the "hungrier" it got. Tina, that bitch, did come home, and when she came up to the door, boy did she get a surprise! Her moms were in her bed, comfortably ensconced in eachother's arms, cuddling, and she really freaked out and panicked.
It wasn't the only time we messed with her head either, at least once when she came home from school, we'd been dancing together, in the nude, and she responded angrily and it was clear to us that she was feeling bitchy due to her reaction to her mom and her mom's wife doing this, so she headed to her room. Well, we snuck up after her, taking our time with the dancing close into oneanother all the while, and she sat down on her bed, and freaked, yelling about how her bed was wet. We laughed at her, and told her what we'd done, and she responded "Oh Gross!" and we asked her what was gross about love; well, things escalated on from there, and before it was done, Milana was seated nude on Tina's face, with her thighs resting on her daughter's body, and of the three of us, only Tina was clothed. This was deliberately done on our parts.
Milana locked eyes with me as I walked in and set a drink down for her, and she explained that Tina was feeling a little bitchy; so they both decided that she, my wife, should definitely sit on Tina's face as a direct result, then she mouthed to me silently "Sit on my lap, please." and I sat down sideways on her thighs, so we could cuddle, as I'm the woman who wifed up Tina's mom and married her, as she also "wifed" me up... as the saying might well go. I knew she was lying to me about what'd happened, but I was also so enamored with her that I just couldn't say no to her, so I gently sat crosswise on her lap and we basically cuddled. Her story was really patently ridiculous at best, but I also was completely turned on by the idea of her dominating her offspring like that. Now left leg was bent so that her left ankle was underneath her right knee, and folded tightly, as she'd indicated in the following conversation, meant to be a chair for me. Of course, I kissed my wife; but the kiss was almost entirely lust, followed by desire, only then passion, and at the lowest quantity love- and that summed up our type of marriage: it was rooted primarily in lust, followed in decreasing order by desire, then passion, and only then love... and we really did love and were devoted to eachother in the meantime.