Hello Readers and Friends,
I thought a brief introduction was essential to weed out the haters.
Since I began writing erotica, I have been busy with many little projects, in and out of the erotic genre, some published and some not. Therefore, this story, though finished a long time ago, was placed on the back burner to percolate while fleshing out the sequel and several additional pieces.
One is available to read on Literotica, besides the prequel to this story, though not so well-liked. According to several negative comments, it is in the wrong category. I'm not too fond of hypocrites, and the inequality between a husband getting revenge on a cheating wife and visa versa is astounding within the LW category; that and how many readers abhor the reversal. Hollering slut and cuck and someone should die, usually the author, amongst other derogative comments.
Revenge is born from intense emotions; it is almost always over the top, and sexual revenge is terrible. But it was a lot of fun; been there, done that, got the t-shirt, only the sex made me feel better, not the act of getting revenge. No, I do not condone cheating for any reason, but I was young (21) and furious, and her stepsister had been gagging for it. Goose-Gander; she cheated first and lied about it (I know what sex smells like), so I cheated with two women and made sure she found out about the second. Did she really believe the phone number in my wallet was not intentional? Yes, it was wrong; refer to young and furious.
This is a fictional story I wrote for fun and decided to publish.
I spent several months deciding in which category to post this story. It could rightfully end up in Interracial Love (not enough misogyny, ignorant stereotypes, or 'race' haters in the story, a common theme), Incest (maybe, however, it is not an incest story), Anal, possibly Fetish, and Loving Wives (if I fully understood the proper formula, though I probably don't, hehehe).
Therefore, I decided upon Loving Wives because of the BTB, Burn the Bastard, aspect of the story, infidelity from both sides of a marriage, Literotica's definition, and my view of a loving wife; a lady in the streets, a slut in the sheets. Not the skewed vision of a hateful/heartless/narcissistic bitch and/or a heartless/hateful/clueless bastard trying to one-up, humiliate, or destroy the other for their own gratification, ego, or pride.
That said, some of you will hate this.
There is sex, a lot of dirty, nasty, unrepentant, and graphically described sex. I know, too many adjectives, hehehe.
I do not believe in "races" separate from 'the all-encompassing Human race' unless you count extraterrestrials. Ethnicity and geographical origins are separate arguments and do not constitute a distinct individual race, but rather an evolution born of necessity and climate. In my opinion, based on evolution, observation, and thousands of books, not on emotion, guilt, fear, or hatred. 'Race' is a construct created to justify atrocities in nearly
every
society since the beginning of time against every so-called 'race.' The exempt are as rare as a unicorn; read a little unbiased history and get over yourself.
Direct relation incestual content is minimal, just a little stepparent/child, one hinted-at stepsibling affair, and one short actual incest scene. As a side note, there is a little 'race-play' as a humiliation for the bastard. BTB and/or incest is not the story's focus.
This is mostly fiction; however, the sex scenes are a part of my life and come from my life. Conversely, the scenarios are partially, mostly, or wholly fabricated. Yeah, I have spent 6-12 hours engaged in coitus on many occasions, and yes, we were sore as hell the next day, even with lube.
As my editor stated, a lot is going on in this story. There are sluts/permissive sluts (selective sluts is a better description, read between the lines), revenge cheaters, threesomes (MFF), male domination, light BDSM (along with some watersports for a specific purpose), some femdom, and willing and ambiguously willing cuckolds, though not the main male character nor the story's focus.
Check the tags. If you don't like the subject matter, move on. Or, if you are a glutton for punishment, read on, 'evil smile and tapping fingers.'
If you are interested in constructively critiquing the writing, please do. I don't care if you hate it or hate the subject matter; be respectful. Like most writers, we only want to improve. Abusive, idiotic, hateful, and denigrating comments, anonymous or not, are generally deleted unless they make me laugh.
I suggest you read the first of the series,
My Obsession--Part 1
, to understand the story's progression.
This story has been painstakingly edited and checked by an editor who left it alone. Thank you, ChancesAre, for your invaluable help. The mistakes are mine and mine alone. The story is also long at about 25,000 words, though broken into chapters, so you may come back and finish reading at your convenience.
I combined parts 2 and 3 to finish the story of our current Heroine, Vicky.
Respond, comment, vote, love it, hate it; the choice is always yours. Enjoy.
Thanks for reading.
All rights reserved © 2024, Ashley Belles. All sexual participants are over 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction.
My Obsession - Part II & III
Part II
Chapter 6
DICK LITTLE
I did love Richard for a time, and I didn't care about his cock size. As I am sure you are aware, most of the time, you never know about the size of a man's cock until you first see it or touch it. All it takes to land a woman considered hot or beautiful is to be decent-looking, have a good job, and, even more importantly, the gift of gab. If you can talk, charm, or make a woman laugh, it endears her to you. I have seen some of the ugliest men on the planet strutting around with women most would consider way out of their league and visa-versa.
Such is the way it was with Dick and I. He was only 5' 9", but good-looking, intelligent, great job, and knew how to schmooze. He didn't sweep me off my feet like Calin's father did, but we started to become close after a few months of dating, and I was falling for him. He was also very sweet to my girls, though his motives were unclear initially. He never really tried with Calin, but that had more to do with Calin already attending college and only being home on the weekends.
As the years progressed, I began to have doubts about Dick's fidelity. It was the little things, the smell of perfume on his clothing, crusty stains in his underwear, many late nights 'working' and business trips where he remained unavailable almost the entire trip.
A year or so before Calin graduated college and joined the Navy is when I received a nondescript package detailing Dick's numerous affairs. There was no definitive proof, just a listing of trysts with hookers and a few of his assistants, most notably his current assistant, Brooklyn. At this point, my feelings for my husband changed drastically, and I also began to see Calin in a different light.
I had a sneaking suspicion that Brooklyn had sent the documents, considering the plurality of the information regarded her. However, the person who sent them did not reveal their identity.
Calin had already developed a strong distaste for Dick, if you will pardon the pun, hehehe.
You must understand that Calin is very tolerant and accepted Dick into the family without complaint. However, one day Calin caught Dick spying on my naked underaged daughters in the bathroom and confronted him. Even as young as Calin was at the time, he was as tall as Dick and had spent years training in martial arts. Therefore, he intimidated Dick, a lot. Calin didn't tell me about it until years later, hoping that his warnings to Dick were sufficient to deter his abhorrent behavior.
Nevertheless, when Calin first obtained his driver's license, he began staying home when Dick was in town. He awakened early in the morning and drove his dad's truck or one of his dad's Harleys. He preferred the bikes, but the weather in Massachusetts was not conducive to year-round motorcycle rides. It was not a long ride, only about an hour.
The day of Calin's 18
th
birthday is when I began having lewd thoughts and fantasies about him. But the day he came home for his vacation between college and the Navy, it shifted in an entirely new direction. It became a need, an unrelenting desire that required fulfillment.
There was something different about Calin during those months after he turned 18, the way he carried himself and the tone of his voice. He had begun developing a commanding presence, and I could see its effect on the people around him.
Most notably, I saw the effect on the woman he lived with while attending college. After Calin and I began our affair, he told me about Heather and her husband, John. Naturally, I knew them; however, we had never developed a close relationship beyond casual greetings and my motherly interrogations. They were good people from all I could gather, but they lived in Cambridge. Therefore, it was rare for us to see each other.
Both were professors at Harvard. Calin didn't attend Harvard, except for the last couple of years while working on his MBA; his college was MIT. He also had no classes with Heather or John, John being a law professor. Heather taught dance, acting, theater, and music; she was very talented, having performed on and off Broadway. She taught Calin to play piano and was his vocal coach, the guitar he learned independently.
I am getting a little ahead of myself. First, let me tell you about my encounter with Dick after fucking Calin all weekend.
I know, I know, I am a bitch for cheating on my cheating husband. Even worse, I am about to rub it in his face, then fuck a man in front of him. A woman scorned!
*****
Janice drove me home Monday morning after my first weekend with Calin, which gave me time to prepare for work and much-needed time to think. During the drive, I reflected on my weekend and what it meant. Was it revenge? Was it for my self-esteem? Did I have the hots for a younger man? Where did I expect it to go?
As I thought about those questions and more, I realized it meant none of it and all of it. It was a release from my obligations of being a wife to a man who couldn't keep his little dick out of other women. I had the hots for a younger man; no, it would not be permanent.
I understand open relationships. However, open relationships are honest. Honesty and 'open' are intrinsically tied together in their very nature. Open relationships fail when lies and deception make their presence known. My relationship with Dick was not open. Our vows, self-written, promised fidelity and honesty at all times. This is how I thought a marriage should be, and according to Dick, he felt the same.
What I soon realized was that he expected me to stay faithful while he played the field. Once he broke his vows to me, he released me from mine. The difference, I never lied to him. Neither did I talk to Dick about my feelings once it became clear of his blatant disinterest and heartless infidelity.
Thankfully, with Calin's help and support, I soon realized my ideal relationship and marriage. That man's reward: all of me and the women we shared.
Now, on to Dick.
*****
When I entered the house, my husband started to say something. Seeing him standing in the hallway with a haughty expression lit a cold fire in my belly.
With a visceral and visible effort, I silenced him with a glare. "Shut up and follow me," I interrupted before he could speak.
