In the first part of this story, someone commented that I don't know how deep down in the vagina cervix is. They are quite right. I'm not an expert in female (or male, for that matter) anatomy. The only research I did about the subject was that I googled:
"cervical orgasm,"
and I didn't bother to read more than the first hit.
As helpful and informative the comment was, I'm still going to treat it the same way Sherlock Holmes treated the knowledge about the earth traveling around the sun:
"Now that I do know it, I shall do my best to forget it."
Not because of the fear of my head becoming filled with useless information, but because my story will do fine without physiological facts about vagina.
My dear reader, if things like that annoy you, you should stop reading my stories. I'm writing these stories for fun, and since I don't get any profit, I see no reason to do extensive research. And later in the story, there will happen things that, most likely, are physiologically impossible but are crucial for the plotline.
THIS STORY INCLUDES MATERIAL THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18-YEARS-OLD OR OLDER AND CONSENTING ADULTS.
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At midnight when Julia got home, Alex was waiting for her. "Where have you been?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" Julia asked, looking up at her husband.
Alex was a tall man with broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. He was an embodiment of the alpha male. That was why she had fallen in love with him in the first place.
Or so she thought, but now she wasn't sure if she'd ever loved him. She had been only eighteen when she'd met him and nineteen when she'd married him. Now she believed that she'd been too young to know the difference between love and lust. Now that she thought back, Julia was sure that she had never really loved her husband.
"Yes, it does, I was worried," Alex said.
"So worried that you decided to ease your worry by fucking Sara?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I came home earlier, and I saw you with her," Julia said. "How long have you been fucking Sara?"
Alex sighed deeply. "A couple of months," he confessed.
Julia nodded, she knew that she should have felt jealousy and anger, but she didn't. She felt betrayed, sure, but mostly she felt like it was a good thing that she'd caught him so soon. At least, she had only wasted five years with him. "I want a divorce," she said.
"Babe, we canβ"
"It isn't just that you cheated on me. It just made me realize that we have nothing in common. You don't give a shit about things I love, and I've never cared about moneyβ"
"Only a rich bitch can say that!"
Julia nodded, "I know, and that is part of our problem. I was born rich, I am, as you said, a rich bitch and part of you is disgusted by me."
"No, I've never been disgusted by you."
Julia raised her eyebrow. "Are you sure of that?"
Alex looked at her for a long moment, and then he said, "Disgusted is a too strong word, but, yeah, in a way, you're right. I resent your attitude toward money; it pisses me off when you say that it's just money. I'm not disgusted by you, but I do resent your attitude toward the money."
"Exactly, and I'm not without blame either. Sometimes I think that you're just an ignorant plebeian without any taste."
"Like when I yawn at the art galleries, or when I say that even I could splash paint on the canvas just the way Pollock did."
Julia gave him a small smile. "I've trained you well. Now, at least, you know who Pollock is," then she sighed, realizing how condescending she had sounded. "Yeah, at those times, I resent you. To you, it might seem arrogant and even stupid, but I don't care about money. I love books and art, and even with all the shit that comes with being a teacher, I love teaching. I love theater, opera, and ballet. I love traveling in old cities with history, and I love visiting historical sights and museums. You don't like any of those things.
"You hate fiction, and you don't read anything, but the books related to your work. You don't care about art, and you hate museums. You want to spend vacations either on the beach of some expensive holiday resort or skiing in Aspen," Julia said. "The truth is that we are not a good match, we just look good together, and that's all we have, and, quite frankly, that's not enough."
"Listen, babe, I know it's hard to understand because it's hard for me to explain why I did... why I cheated on you, but babe, I love you. Sara was just a mistake, and I wish I could take it all back," Alex pleaded as he stood to his feet and came toward her but stopped when Julia backed away. "Babe, don't be like that. I love you. I cannot lose your familyβI cannot lose you."
Julia had not missed his slip of the tongue. She suddenly realized that Alex didn't love her and probably never had loved her. Alex loved her old and prestige family and her father's wealth and political connections. Her social climber of a husband had not married her, he had married into her family.
Anger flared in her, and she said, "I fucked our neighbor. He was a good lay. He fucked my brains out with his big cock," she smirked, "Oh, yes, he has a bigger cock than you do. He could reach pleases your little dickie never can. He probably bruised my cervix and stretched me so that I cannot feel you anymore. He made me scream in pleasure the way you never have. Now that I've gotten my pussy pounded by a real cock I won't ever be satisfied with your tiny little prickβ"