(Or Dani Finds Her Muse)
[Content Warning: This story contains examples of emotional manipulation and gaslighting.
Author's Notes: Before you get invested in this very long story let me give you the heads-up for the kinks so you know beforehand if this is worth it. This is a cheating girlfriend revenge fuck story, with a happy ending for her. There's hate-sex, lusty sex, and loving sex: and as normal for my stories this is deliberately over the top smut with bodily fluids galore and little need for rest between rounds. If you're interested then read on, otherwise check out any number of the amazing stories posted to Literotica on a daily basis - there's probably another author writing stuff you'll love more than my works!]
The UK county of Eroshire is a land of mundane features; mostly flat fields marked by colossal wind turbines and divided by old canals now used only by tourists in their plodding canal boats (though what happens on those boats is anything but 'plodding'!). Only the route marked by the river Eros is different; winding a picturesque path up a gently sloping valley from the coastal city of Coytoss, up past the university near Clinterus, to the sleepy town of Myle Hye.
As she sat at the small table on their patio enjoying the early morning rays of a lazy March sun Dani Cohen sipped her morning coffee and endured the silence of a typical Myle Hye morning, as it seemed its inhabitants never woke up before ten. Dressed in baggy sweatpants and a blue sports bra that only barely held her large fake tits, with her long black hair tied up in a simple bun behind her head and her long pale neck exposed to a sun that somehow could never tan her skin, Dani was five feet and eight inches of home-grown Eroshire beauty (and when she opened her mouth sounded every bit the Eroshire lass).
Sipping her coffee, Dani mused on how much she hated mornings here in Myle Hye.
No traffic outside to wake her with the car horns of angry drivers; no screaming matches in the early morning with accusations of cheating being hurled at the highest of volumes; no drilling into old water mains in an endless, futile effort to discover why people's pipes kept exploding; no bed posts slamming against walls as someone slammed into someone else in a fit of lust-fuelled coupling. Oh no: out here as far west as one could go before leaving Eroshire for its neighbour Cambridgeshire there was little noise save for the birds, the bees, and the odd car traversing the street on the other side of the house.
It was peaceful.
And Dani fucking hated it.
Yet it had apparently been her choice to 'join the Myle Hye Club', as moving to the town was often called, or it might have been her boyfriend's, Jacob Cook - Dani couldn't recall which of them originally came up with the idea. What she did recall was that Jake did not like living in the city: he had made it clear many times that he hated the noise, hated the bustle, hated the smell and the sights, and he hated the couple who had lived next door to their expensive flat, and who would often wake Dani with the sound of their fucking in the early hours of the morning.
Jake hated it; hated everything about that spacious flat, while Dani had loved every moment in it; being so much larger than any place she had ever called home before meeting Jake. Yet Jake had made it clear every day after she had moved in with him that he planned to move to a much quieter place someday, and just been looking for a reason to, and Babe: You Are the Reason.
After everything he had done for her Dani couldn't so no when Jake began talking about options, and one of them (her memory was a little hazy on this) suggested Myle Hye, and before she knew it Jake had bought a small two-bedroom house in a town on the other side of the world (OK, county) and they had bagged all their shit and moved out within the span of a week.
Dani's best friend, Zehra, had positively lost her shit about all of this.
The house was gorgeous, and Dani loved its rural aesthetic - good old-fashioned English abode with mock Tudor beams - and spacious garden, but what she wasn't a fan of was turning an easy twenty-minute commute (from Jake's old flat) to a gruelling ninety minute long journey on the train; travelling from Myle Hye's single station into central Coytoss, where they both worked: Jake at the law firm Hills & Follett, and Dani at the animation company Blue Ball.
This hadn't gone down well with Zehra, who constantly told Dani that she was trapped in a town where nothing happened, with a long, hellish journey back to the city; where there was life, love, adventure; where something was always happening just around the corner.
Her friend might have a point.
But it had been Dani's choice, and she had made it for Jake: he definitely had cheered up since the move. Not having those moments of frightening anger from him made her days easier; Dani found she could concentrate on her art, and while Myle Hye was maddeningly quiet at least there wasn't any chance of one of Jake's 'dark moods' to disturb her attempts to sketch new ideas. Her boss had been on her case for a while now; the company struck gold several years back with a creation of hers, and she had had trouble coming up with anything quite as good.
With her art pad on her knees, Dani continued to sketch random ideas that popped into her head, as she listened to Jake's phone conversation: he was just inside the house, pacing up and down the kitchen with his mobile held to his head; the kitchen sliding doors wide open to allow the pleasantly warm March morning air to waft through the house, especially after the disaster that had been this morning's attempt at breakfast. Dani felt embarrassed about it, and more so that she had almost caused another dark mood in her boyfriend.
She should have listened to him when he had said not to get distracted.
"I don't think you understand what's at stake here," Jake was saying as he paced the length of their modest kitchen. "No! You fucking listen to me, Theo! I don't fucking care how much we've got on them; none of it will hold up in court. No... stop being an arrogant piece of shit... we need more if we're to build a case... no you *will* listen to me: I have more experience on this than- I don't fucking care, Theo. Fine... run to Ewa like the mummy's boy you are. Yeah... fuck you too."
Dani winced as she listened to her boyfriend talk with his colleague. After accidentally burning the breakfast this conversation definitely won't put Jake in a good mood. She needed him to be in a good mood: she couldn't draw when he wasn't in a good mood, and she needed to come up with something good; her art pads were full of shit these past few months.
"Fucking entitled cunt," Jake declared as he walked out to stand beside her.
"Was that Theo?" Dani said. She'd met none of Jake's colleagues; he always said, when asked, that none of them were good people. Liars and cheaters, who would use her for their own means Jake told her. 'It's best if you don't get exposed to the shit I have to deal with,' he had said. Still, Dani had managed to learn the names of a few people through listening to Jake's conversations on the phone, whenever his work called. Theo [last name unknown] was a recurring name.
"Don't worry about it," Jake said. Not answering her question about his work, as normal. Jake never liked talking about his job; preferring to listen to Dani talk about her work at the Blue Ball instead. "I tell you: my life would be so much easier if people listened to me to begin with."
Dani nodded; it was always best to agree with him when he was like this. "Why aren't they?"
"Because Theo thinks he knows better, despite working for the company less than I have," he said. Jake had been working at Hills & Follet for over fifteen years; at thirty-seven he was almost ten years older than Dani. She always preferred older guys, and Jake had ticked all her boxes on their first date, some three years ago. Now she was living with him in a quaint Eroshire town.
Funny how that worked out.
"Sounds like he's a difficult man to work with," Dani said. Moments like this - where she got to find out more details of Jake's life at work - were rare, and she enjoyed seizing the opportunities when presented.
"Yeah... him and Mark: the two are fucking inseparable," Jake muttered. Then frowned, as if he suddenly realised he was talking about work; a subject he generally avoided. Glancing down at her, Dani had a brief rush of fear as it looked like he was going to chastise her for getting him to talk about his colleagues. Then Jake smiled: "don't you worry about it. How's the art?"
"Oh... erm... coming along," Dani lied. She actually hated everything she was drawing. Nothing was working out how she imagined it in her head. What had happened to her art? Ever since she had moved here she just couldn't get into the right vibe! It was so easy back in the city...
"See, babe: I told you moving out here to the country would help you," Jake said. He kissed her on the neck. "You couldn't concentrate with all that noise going on in the city."
Had she said that? Sometimes it was hard for Dani to remember what she had said to Jake. He always said it had been her suggestion to move out here; he'd just acted on it. Though she didn't recall having a moment of frustration where she might have angrily suggested moving out of the city. She loved the city! Though maybe she had... Dani wasn't sure anymore.
"I guess..." Dani said, her voice trailing off. "But this used to be easier..."
"Relax, babe," Jake said, kissing her neck again. "You'll kill it. I know you will. This is the best place for your talents. You know I'm right."
"Yeah..." Dani reached up behind her to scratch the back of his head affectionately. He liked it when she did so. Dani could tell that the conversation he had with Theo had annoyed Jake, and she wanted to placate him; it was too early in the morning for one of Jake's moods, and despite the suffocating silence surrounding their little slice of Myle Hye it was nonetheless a pleasantly warm morning; maybe, if she really tried, Dani could somehow reconnect with how she used to feel when she drew. "You're right, babe. You're always right."
He kissed the top of her head. "Moving out here was the best thing for you," he said. "You look so much more refreshed than you used to."
