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.
