POS
Given enough time and trust, people always remind you who they truly are.
And he is a fucking piece of shit!
A garbage person. Trash that belongs on the curb.
“Baby, I can explain!” Your husband rushes after you, like the heel he is, stumbling with his pants still caught around his knees.
You scoff, the sound hard and harsh as it puffs between gritted teeth like smoke from a dragon. You’d *love* to see him try. So, go ahead, give yourself permission to turn around. Face him. “Explain.” It’s not a question. Not a request. It’s a goddamned dare.
Watch while he swallows roughly, his eyes darting nervously as if desperately searching for a lie to tell you.
See? Rotten, cheating piece of shit!
“It just happened.” The lines sound rehearsed from his lips, like he’s practiced them for days to get them just right. “A mistake. I didn’t mean it.”
You let out a snort. “A mistake?” An accident. As if it wouldn’t take a million deliberate choices, a million different, intentional acts, to get him to this place and this time and this mess right now. “Things like this don’t just happen.”
Be careful. Be on alert. Or you might miss it, out of the corner of your eye.
Her.
With her pretty hair disheveled and her clothes clutched in a tangled ball in her hands, you barely recognize her. But you do.
“And where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
She freezes. Mid-step. It’s almost comical.
If it wasn’t so sad.
Your best friend. Caught in the worst cliché.
How could you? you wonder, shaking your head in disappointment at both of them.\
“I think I should leave.” She shoves her feet more firmly into her shoes. Stilettos. Sex-signal red. You were there when she bought them a week ago. For a *hot date,* she said. The naughty excitement in her tone when she said those words sound so different as they echo in your head now.
You almost laugh.
“So you just stopped in real quick to fuck my husband?” To muck up a marriage and leave everyone else to clean it up? Scowling, you shake your head; you thought she was better than that.
But, c’mon now, be fair. “No. I'm sorry; that was rude.” Where are your manners? Let’s try that again, in a tone that will sound like a saccharine slice, a sugared slap to her adulterous face. She is your best friend, after all. “Please, by all means, stay.”
Flinching, she looks at him, then at you, then back to him. You don’t know why. It’s not as if that spineless sack of crap could save her now. He’s not in charge. This is, will always be, your show. Put your hands on your hips. “Sit.”
You watch as she skulks back to the sofa, before glaring at your *faithful* husband. “You too.” Disgusted, you take them both in. Half-dressed and smelling of sex. \
Turn and grab the damp dishrag sitting on the counter; throw it in his face. “Clean yourself up. I can’t even look at you.”
The rag smacks him in the cheek wetly. “Yes, baby.” You see his face flush as the clinging cloth slides down his skin, leaving a wet sheen in its wake.
He pouts. “It’s cold.”
Good. Your eyes narrow on his half-hard cock, still glistening with her slickness. The better to cool himself off with. With smugger satisfaction than is warranted, you watch him stroke the cold, rough rag over his dick, wiping her from him. Good.
“As for you.” You turn to your friend. Whenever life throws you for a loop, without fail, it always comes from the least likely places. You’ve known each other for years. Since you were kids. You’ve shared everything together. Toys. Clothes. Makeup.
And now men.
You hate that you can feel hot tears burn in your eyes as betrayal twists in your gut. “How long has this been going on?”
The answer comes too quickly. Too readily. “Just this once, baby.”
Slap him across the face. The thrilling rush of watching him wince, while your hand’s mark rises red on his cheek, fuels your fury, pounding inside you like the beat of vengeance’s wings. “Don’t lie to me.”
“He’s not lying.”
When you step closer to her, she flinches away, but you see truth shine bright and scared in her eyes before she turns.
Fine.
“Was it worth it?” You have to know. Need to hear it—whatever her answer—from her lips. “Was he good?” Good enough to throw away a lifetime of friendship. To destroy your marriage. To burn down all your lives. Was he?
She bites her lip, stupid enough to get caught but smart enough to stay quiet.
Which only makes you madder...
Check out my story “POS” in this unique anthology from the Sexy Librarian. IN MEDIAS RES puts YOU ‘In the Midst of Things.’ It’s a collection of erotic stories unlike any other. Curated by Rose Caraway, host of the Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast, you will connect with desire and fantasy in a whole new way through tales told in the second-person perspective. Partake in every moment as YOU are cast as the main character in each of these stories.
1. BASIC TRAINING by Rachel Kramer Bussel:
The phone rings, and you know by the sound that it’s your Dom. He wants you, his prized submissive, available tomorrow. He’s sending his limo to pick you up early to bring you to his luxurious estate. His plans? A challenge—featuring you, five strangers, and the fulfillment of your fantasies. You will be graded on your performance.
2. THE CLASSICAL EDUCATION OF A MODERN YOUNG MAN by Malin James:
Dr. Bixby-Charles is a goddess of a woman who outclasses you in every way. She’s been your tutor since Freshman year. Over these last four years, she’s given you an appreciation for the arts, culture, and Jazz—not to mention countless secret erotic fantasies. But now, you’re graduating, and it’s time to say good-bye to the boy you were and hello to the man you want to become.
3. POS by Sonni de Soto:
You and your husband have learned a lot about one another, playing out sex scenes at home. You’ve tackled some pretty tricky topics and dealt with intense emotions along the way, which has allowed trust and adventure to blossom in your relationship; it’s become your cornerstone—your foundation. Now, you’ve invited a long-time friend to play out a particularly vicious scene with you. Can you three handle it?
4. UNDER THE LANDSLIDE by Jade A. Waters:
He’s at your doorstep, and he’s not supposed to be. What you both feel is very real, and it impels you to come together again and again. It’s a tangled mess—obsession, moral conflict, knowing there’s no future with him. But, hard as you try, there’s just no getting around the undeniable passion you both feel. Last time was supposed to be the last time.
5. ODONTE by Tamsin Flowers:
Kit McIntyre is the best Shakespearean actor of his generation, and he’s your husband. He commands the stage with every performance while you, his biggest cheerleader, stay in the dressing room with Odonte, a handsome, worldly man…and your best friend. Odonte has many stories to tell, in particular, a provocative tale about your illustrious husband.
6. DOVE SONG by Rose Caraway:
It’s 1880. Your Mistress has been dead a year. It’s fallen to you to run Wineman House, and it’s “redeemed whores” with an iron fist, just as you vowed. Guests are to arrive soon—their bids have been placed. You know that promise means denying your pleasures and predilections, as well as losing the girls you’ve grown to care for—especially Mae, your feisty, freckled love, and Martha, your devoted housemaid who wants nothing more than to bask in your carnal eminence. And then there’s Samuel Fairaway, the mansion’s renowned gunslinger, whom you’ve shared a particular brand of violence with, in private sessions.
Wineman House’s loathsome handyman, Ben, has been slingin’ back whiskey all morning, and he wants to be sure you will keep your promise.
7. YAN, TAN, TETHERA, METHERA by Janine Ashbless:
Papa Xanto is the biggest, dirtiest, most formidable troll down in the warren, and you, his most revered human ‘yow.’ You have been just as dedicated to your intense breeding-tutelage as Pappa has been. Your nestmates are jealous of your many silver piercings, bracelets, chains, and rings, but you are most proud of your girthy, carved ivory tail-plug—having trained so hard to be able to take something the size of an adult troll’s pizzle. Today, Papa Xanto is taking you to the tup-fair to find you a suitable human sire. More than anything, you want to bring your Papa offspring and honor.
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