DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)

WARNING! 18+

This book is intended for mature audiences only. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. You have been warned.

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Welcome to my collection of short erotic stories where desire has no shame and temptation always wins. Each tale invites you into a world drenched in lust, heat, and deliciously sinful encounters where boundaries blur, fantasies ignite, and passion refuses to be denied.

From stolen moments to reckless indulgence, these stories explore craving in its rawest form. No promises of forever, only bodies, chemistry, and the thrill of giving in.

Enter if you dare.

This is a world of steam, sin, and unapologetic pleasure.

1: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

I woke up with my pussy soaking wet and aching for some dick.

The friction of the lace panties against my clit made my toes curl. I reached over to the other side of the king-sized bed, hoping to feel Jimmy's warm skin, but the spot was cold. Again. I didn't even know how many nights it had been like this. I had literally lost count.

I sat up and looked at the clock. It was early, and the house was dead silent. Yesterday had been our ten-year wedding anniversary. I had planned everything. I sent our four children to his parents' house for the whole weekend so we could finally have some peace and quiet.

Jimmy had promised he'd be home for a romantic dinner and some much-needed alone time, but instead, I spent the night drinking wine by myself.

I looked at the nightstand. The candles I'd lit were just piles of cold wax now. My red silk scarf was still draped over the lamp, a reminder of the things I wanted him to do to me with it.

I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. I had really expected to get my back blown out and my pussy stretched out last night. I was starving for it.

I grabbed my phone and saw a notification. It was an email from Jimmy sent at 3:00 AM saying he had to pull another all-nighter at the law firm.

I know he works hard to provide for us, but it wasn't like I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom forever. I used to be a monster in the courtroom.

When I worked at the firm, I was actually his superior. I was a force to be reckoned with back then. But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes.

The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish.

I'm a sexual person. I always have been.

But lately, we didn't even have time to kiss. I sighed and felt a cool breeze hit my chest. I looked down and saw my boobs had spilled completely out of my nightgown. Any woman with big breasts knows how it is. I was a 44D before I had kids, but after the last one, they doubled in size. They were heavy, aching, and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

Looking at myself in the mirror across from the bed made my stomach flip. I wanted to be filled. I wanted Jimmy's cock inside me until I creamed all over him. Since he wasn't here to do the job, I decided I was going to do it myself and make sure he saw exactly what he was missing.

I grabbed my camera stick from the closet and set my phone on it. I hit the record button and crawled back onto the bed. I got on my knees, facing the camera, making sure the lighting caught every curve.

"Morning, honey," I cooed. I stared directly into the lens and stuck my tongue out, licking my lips slowly. I reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together so they spilled over my hands. "Ohhh, Jimmy. I want you to come home right now so you can fuck these titties."

I slipped the straps of my lingerie down and let the gown fall to my waist. My tits were on full display now. I spat into my palms and rubbed my saliva all over my nipples, teasing them until they were screaming.

"I want you to suck them, baby. Suck them just like this," I yelled. I could feel my pussy contracting. I shifted my position and sat on my ass with my knees pulled up high. "This pussy misses you so much."

I stripped the rest of the lingerie off until I was just in my black lace thong. I spread my legs as wide as they could go, giving the camera a perfect view of my crotch. "Do you miss this pussy, Jimmy? Do you miss how it feels when it grips you?"

I pressed my middle finger over the fabric of the thong, right on my clit. I started rubbing in fast, hard circles. My body bucked, and I let out a loud whimper. I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them until they were dripping wet, then I reached down and slid the thong to the side.

I didn't even needed to wet my fingers. My pussy was already glistening. I used my right hand to hold the lace out of the way while I plunged my left middle finger deep inside myself. The sound was loud...a wet, squishing noise that filled the quiet room.

"Ahhhh!" I moaned. I started fingering myself fast, twisting my wrist and screaming Jimmy's name. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I added a second finger, stretching my hole open. My titties were bouncing in every direction because of how hard I was pumping. The bed frame was creaking and banging against the wall, but I didn't care.

I closed my eyes and pictured Jimmy behind me. I imagined him grabbing my hair and slamming my face into the pillows while he railed me from the back. That thought sent me over the edge. Soon I felt my pussy muscles vibrating around my fingers.

"Jimmy, I'm cumming! Yes! Fuck, yes!" I screamed. My internal walls clamped down on my fingers, and I came so hard my back arched off the bed. I felt the heat pour out of me, coating my hand and the sheets.

I fell back against the pillows, completely spent. I kept my legs open for a few more seconds so the camera could catch the juice leaking out of me. Once I caught my breath, I stood up and stopped the recording.

I watched the video twice. Seeing myself look so desperate and hungry made me wet all over again. I fingered myself for another minute just watching the playback. I trimmed the video to the perfect length, and then I attached the file and sent it straight to Jimmy's email.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing. I could just imagine him sitting at his big mahogany desk, opening that email in the middle of a serious phone meeting. I hoped his face turned bright red. I hoped he felt as bothered as I did.

I went to the bathroom to clean up, but I couldn't stop thinking about him seeing it. I took a quick shower, letting the water hit my sore breasts, and then I got dressed in a tight sundress with no bra and no panties. If he came home today, I wanted to be ready.

I went downstairs and made a pot of coffee. I kept checking my phone every two minutes. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Finally, my phone buzzed on the counter.

It was a text from Jimmy. ~I'm leaving the office right now. We need to have a serious talk.~

2: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

I sat on that cold granite kitchen island with my legs spread and my heart hammering against my ribs. I had convinced myself that Jimmy's text meant he was coming home to ravage me.

My pussy was still throbbing from the video I'd made, and the thought of his hands finally touching me after months of neglect had me dripping.

I didn't have to wait long. I heard his tires screech in the driveway, and the front door slammed open with so much force it shook the walls. Jimmy stood in the kitchen doorway, his tie undone and his white dress shirt wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't slept, but his eyes weren't filled with lust. They were filled with a dark, boiling rage.

He didn't say a word at first. He just stared at me sitting there naked under my sundress with my legs open for him.

Then he let out a low growl that made the hair on my arms stand up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Lily-Rose?" he raved. His voice sounded like he was chewing on nails.

I froze. The heat in my body started to turn into ice. "Baby, you can't seriously be angry about the video I sent you," I said, feeling completely confused. I tried to play it off, thinking maybe he just wanted to do things rough for once. "I've been a lonely wife, Jimmy. Are you going to stay there looking angry, or are you going to come over here and fuck your wife?"

I reached down and pulled the hem of my dress all the way up to my waist, showing him everything. I wanted him to see how wet I was for him. He reached for his belt, and for a split second, I thought my plan worked. I thought he was going to strap me down right there on the counter. But then he ripped the belt off and threw it on the floor with a snarl.

He didn't come toward me. He turned around and stormed off toward the stairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" I whispered to the empty kitchen.

I jumped off the counter, grabbed his leather belt from the floor, and chased after him. My bare feet slapped against the tile as I followed him up the steps.

"Jimmy, I'm sorry. I sent that video because I missed you and I was horny—"

He spun around at the top of the landing so fast I almost tripped. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted in a way I had never seen before. "That's the thing, Lily. You're always so fucking horny. You just need to get fucked all the time, and I'm sick of it."

The words left a sting in my heart.

"Are you sick of fucking me, or are you just sick of me?"

"I'm sick of both!" he shouted, his voice echoing through our huge house. "I was giving a presentation to two of the wealthiest clients the firm has ever seen when you sent that disgusting email. I accidentally clicked on the link, and your p**n video opened up on the big monitor right in front of them!"

My stomach dropped. "I'm so sorry, Jimmy. I didn't know you were in a meeting."

"No, you didn't. You never think. I was so shocked and frozen in place that the clients were fixed on the screen for two whole minutes while you were screaming and fingering yourself. Monica had to rush in and unplug the whole system just to make it stop," he explained, his lip curling in disgust. "Not only was I embarrassed that my wife would do something so trashy, but everyone at work had to see what I have to deal with at home. A fat bitch who doesn't even know how disgusting she has gotten."

I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. Tears started filling my eyes immediately. "Jimmy..."

"Do you ever stop to think why I've stopped fucking you in the last few months? Look at you, Lily. You've gained way too much weight. Those disgusting stretch marks on your belly and your sides turn me the fuck off. The only thing you're good for anymore is raising our children and taking care of this house. From now on, we are only married on paper. I'm moving into the guest room."

"Are you... are you going to divorce me?" I choked out, the tears finally spilling down my cheeks.

He chuckled, a dark, heartless sound. "Of course not. I'm a lawyer, and you have four children for me. It's not worth the legal headache. Plus, look at you. You're fat with four kids. What other man would even want you? I'm actually doing you a favor by staying."

"I gave you four beautiful children!" I screamed at him, my voice cracking. "I know I've gained some weight, but you're acting like I'm obese!"

"You were 110 pounds when we met, Lily. Now you're 160. I'd say you're near obese," he spat.

"Our youngest is only four months old, you asshole. How could you be so heartless, saying all these things to me? I don't even know who you are anymore."

Jimmy had never been so disrespectful to me before.

He didn't even look back. He just shrugged out of his dress shirt, tossed it at my feet, and walked into the master bathroom. I heard the shower start a few seconds later.

I stood in our bedroom, shaking with rage and humiliation. I looked down at the shirt he had thrown at me. Out of habit, I leaned down to pick it up so I could put it in the laundry hamper.

That's when I saw it.

Right on the collar was a smear of bright pink lipstick, a shade I never wore. I pulled the fabric to my nose and took a deep breath. It didn't smell like my expensive perfume. It smelled like cheap, flowery cologne.

The bastard wasn't just working late. He was cheating on me. He was calling me fat and disgusting while he was out buried in someone else.

I felt a fire start to burn in my chest that had nothing to do with being horny. I looked at the bathroom door, where the steam was starting to roll out. He thought I was trapped. He thought no one else would want me.

I gripped his dirty shirt in my hands until my knuckles turned white. He wanted a marriage on paper? Fine. But he was about to find out exactly what a force to be reckoned with actually looked like when she was pissed off.

I walked into the bedroom and grabbed my phone. I didn't cry anymore. I opened the sent folder and looked at the video I had sent him. I looked at my body, my big breasts, my curves, the way I knew how to move.

Is Jimmy right? Am I disgusting? I began to doubt myself.

I heard the shower turn off. I didn't wait for him to come out. I went straight to the guest room and locked the door. I had a lot of phone calls to make, and the first one was going to be to a divorce lawyer who was even meaner than Jimmy.

But first, I needed to know who he was sleeping with.

3: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE’S POV

DECEMBER 22nd, 2025

I sat in silence, and the house felt wrong, like it was watching me unravel. My TV was in splinters against the wall, and the radio had been beaten down to crumbs. The Italian chandelier that used to be the center of the room now littered the floor in tiny crystal pieces, sparkling like it was mocking me for ever believing in anything beautiful.

Jimmy finally pushed me over the edge, and the terrifying part was that I felt myself go. He did exactly what he promised he would never do when he asked me to marry him, and I remembered the look in his eyes when he swore he would never hurt me like that. What made it worse, what made my hands shake, was knowing he hadn’t just done it once. He had been doing it for months, coming home to me like nothing was wrong, kissing my forehead, sleeping in my bed, and lying straight to my face.

It had been two weeks since Jimmy moved into the guest room, and those two weeks felt like a punishment I never agreed to. I spent every one of those days calling divorce lawyers, repeating my story over and over until my voice went hoarse, but the second they heard the name James Fowler, the tone changed.

Then came the apologies. The excuses. The declined calls. No one wanted to take my case.

Jimmy kept coming home with lipstick stains on his shirts, like he wanted me to see them, and when I finally snapped and confronted him, he smirked and called me bipolar and a selfish diva. He told me I had no evidence, and he said it so calmly it made me feel like I was losing my mind.

But I wasn’t crazy.

So I took it upon myself to hire a private investigator, and the verdict was in.

I lay on the battered leather couch with a baseball bat heavy in my hand, and I realized I had used it to redecorate the house because breaking things hurt less than breaking down. Every damn thing reminded me of him, and it made my chest burn.

The couch where we used to N*****x and chill. The glass table where we had sex last Valentine’s Day. The kitchen counter where he took me after I told him I was pregnant with our first child, and he whispered that he loved me like it was a vow.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The clock on the wall mocked me, and each second felt like a nail being driven deeper into my skull. It had been nine hours and twenty-two minutes since I saw the photos. Clear, cruel proof of the man I loved wrapped around another woman like I meant nothing.

I couldn’t unsee it.

I couldn’t unfeel it.

And I knew something inside me had cracked.

He was probably in New York City by now, drinking expensive whiskey and pretending he wasn’t destroying me. He left me alone in this massive house in Alabama like I was already erased.

His mother had the kids for Christmas break, but they were supposed to be home tomorrow, and the thought made my stomach twist because I didn’t know how I was supposed to smile for them when my soul felt hollowed out. Jimmy left a neat little note saying he was working out of town, but I knew the truth.

He was with Trudy Whitfield. His twenty-one-year-old secretary.

Tick-tock.

“Shut up!” I screamed, clutching my chest as my heart slammed so hard it felt violent.

I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and it felt like it was crawling under my skin, begging to be let out. I jumped up, and using the baseball bat, I smashed the clock to smithereens, watching it explode against the wall.

Good.

Time deserved to die too.

Lightning split the sky, and thunder followed like the universe was agreeing with me. I pulled back the blinds and watched the rain slam against the window. A single tear slid down my cheek and landed in my palm, and I stared at it like it offended me.

“Why did I marry him?” I sobbed, but even as the words left my mouth, something darker stirred beneath the grief.

I stood there for minutes, staring at the rain, and I hated that I used to love it. I hated that it reminded me of the day we met at the bus stand on Duke Street, when I collided into his muscular frame and his smile hooked into me instantly. He offered me his umbrella and walked me to my stop like he was a gentleman out of a romance novel, and I was stupid enough to fall for it. I was shocked to learn later that he was the new attorney at my firm, and I took it as fate, even though I made him work for it.

Now I knew better.

There was no fate.

There were only choices.

And Jimmy made his.

The rain blurred the world outside until nothing made sense anymore. I slowly laid down on the floor right where I was, surrounded by broken glass and shattered memories, letting sleep drag me under.

4: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

"Motherfucker," I hissed, my eyes snapping open as the sharp tip of a designer heel dug into my ribs.

"Uh oh. Mommy said a bad word."

I blinked and saw my four-year-old, Dustin, crouching over me. He had a cute, toothless smile. He was the image of me, with his bright red hair, deep green eyes, and a face full of tiny freckles.

"Mommy, you said a bad word," he repeated.

I sat up, my back aching against the wall. "I'm sorry, buddy. Mommy didn't mean it."

"Did we get robbed?" J.R. asked. At eight years old, he was already my little protector. He stood there with that same shock of red hair and those green eyes, staring at the wreckage of the living room.

"No, baby," I said, my head throbbing from the wine and rum. "Mommy just felt like redecorating."

"Well, the place looks like shit," my six-year-old, Tommy, piped up. He was the only one with spiked red hair. No matter how many times I brushed it, it just wouldn't stay down.

"Thomas!"

The voice of the devil herself sliced through the room.

I looked up to see Bernice Fowler, my monster-in-law. She stood there like a platinum-blonde ice queen, her blue eyes cold and judgmental. She was holding my youngest, Penny, another little redhead, rocking her to sleep like nothing in the world was wrong.

The contrast was sickening.

The Fowlers were all pale, blonde, and blue-eyed, old-money royalty.

Then there was me and my four fire-headed kids. The trailer-park stains on their family tree.

"Should I kick you again, Lily? Get up and clean this pigsty," Bernice snapped. Her gaze dropped to the two empty Appleton Rum bottles by my feet. "Have you been drinking?"

"So what if I have?"

"Your mother was an alcoholic, whoring junkie," Bernice sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I see. Look at you, rolling around in filth while my son is out providing for you."

The boys looked back and forth between us, their little faces tight with worry.

"Mommy, please don't fight with Grandma," J.R. whispered as he ran into my arms. The other two boys followed, burying their red heads into my chest.

My heart cracked and then softened.

My kids were the only thing that didn't feel broken.

"It's okay, little ones. I won't argue with her. I promise."

Bernice watched the scene closely.

"I'll put Penny in her crib," she said. "Then I'll call someone to help you clean this up. You're in no state to function."

She paused before leaving.

"And Lily," she added, not looking back. "Pull yourself together. You embarrass yourself when you fall apart."

I sent the boys upstairs to their rooms to unpack. I hated Bernice's guts, but I swallowed my rage because I knew one thing for sure. Bernice thrived on weakness, so I knew I needed to get my shit together.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and dialed my best friend, Addison.

She picked up on the first ring, but she wasn't saying hello.

"Ahhh... fuck... yes," Addy moaned into the receiver. "Bitch, this better be good."

"I need to book an appointment," I said, ignoring the wet, rhythmic sounds bleeding through the phone.

"I bet you dooooo... ohhhh—ahhhh," she hissed, her voice breathy and strained. "You haven't had a wax or a facial since before you were pregnant with Pennayyy. Yes, right there. Don't stop, you little fucker. Lick it. Lick it good. Suck this pussy just like you should."

Addy ran The Hedonism Spa, the best private spot for miles.

Clearly, she practiced what she preached.

"Should I call back when you're finished?" I asked flatly.

"No... no... I'm almost close," she gasped. I heard a muffled grunt from a man. "Oh, Baljitttttt. More tongue, yes."

A few seconds of frantic groaning followed before a man's voice came through, thick with an Indian accent and heavy satisfaction. "Hmmm, my little munchkin, you had a large one, heh."

"Yes I did. Now leave, Baljit. You have a dinner to prepare," Addy dismissed him. I heard someone shuffle out of the room. "Lil, are you still there?"

"Yes," I said, leaning my head back against the wall. "You're sleeping with your private chef now?"

"I'm not sleeping with him," she corrected, sounding like she was lighting a cigarette. "I pay him to cook and to eat my box when I'm stressed. It's a business arrangement. Now, what's up?"

"I wish I had someone to eat me out too," I muttered.

"You have a husband."

"Not anymore."

"You finally decided to leave that jerk?"

"Other way around. I'll tell you everything when I see you. When are you available?"

I heard her typing. "I can give you the full service on New Year's Eve. Say 9:00 a.m.?"

"Cool. See you then."

I hung up and started picking up the larger pieces of glass before the cleaning crew arrived.

A few minutes later, Bernice walked back into the room.

She stopped short when she saw the stack of photos I had left on the mantel, the ones of Jimmy burying himself in his twenty-one-year-old secretary.

Bernice picked one up, glanced at her son's bare ass, and scoffed. Then she tossed it back down like it was trash.

"Don't tell me this is why you're acting this way," she said calmly. "This is the cause of your unraveling. Oh, please."

"You knew, didn't you?" I whispered.

"I suspected," she replied. "Men like my son don't stay faithful for long. But I'll give you this, you kept him on a leash nine years longer than I expected. I truly thought he would have stepped out on you long before now."

My hands trembled. "Your son is cheating on me, and that's all you can say?"

"Yes, he's cheating on you, so what am I supposed to do? Put him over my lap and spank him?" she asked plainly. "Don't worry about what me or others will say or think. The question is, what will you do?"

"Can't you see what I've done already?" My voice cracked. "I'm heartbroken and angry."

Bernice turned to face me fully now, her eyes sharp, intelligent, ruthless. "Heartache and anger don't win cases, Lily-Rose. Strategy does," she said. "So you learn my son is diddling inside some little slut's cunt, you don't go and destroy your children's home. That makes you seem vulnerable and foolish."

"I just snapped when I saw those photos," I started to cry.

She gripped my shoulders. "Come on, Lily-Rose. Quit the waterworks. I might not like you because of where you're from, but I never took you for a weak woman. Grow some balls and make your demands."

I froze.

My jaw dropped.

"Are you... are you saying I should divorce your son?"

Bernice crossed her arms over her chest, her blue eyes sharp. "I'm saying the Fowlers don't lose. You might not be one by blood, but you are one nonetheless. If you're going to leave, take him for everything he's got."

She let me go and straightened her shoulders. I wiped my eyes with my blouse.

"That's it. Don't sit around and cry like a trailer-park girl. Stand up and act like the woman who made my son disobey me for the first time in his life when he went against my orders and married you," she added coolly. "That shows me you're not weak. You've just forgotten who you are."

5: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

Before I knew it, Christmas Eve had arrived.

The kids and I were seated at the breakfast table, quietly waiting for Jimmy to join us. His mother sat at the far end, occupying the seat that should have been mine. She was dressed in one of her stiff, tailored power suits, looking more like she was campaigning for mayor than sitting down for a family holiday breakfast.

"Is Dad coming down yet?" J.R. asked, poking at his eggs with his fork. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah! We can't wait any longer or else we'll weather and die," Tommy added dramatically, throwing his hands in the air.

"It's wither and die, honey, not weather," I corrected, though my thoughts were far away from grammar.

"Eat your breakfast, boys," Bernice snapped sharply as she spread a napkin over her lap. Then she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. "Your father is locked in his room talking on the phone to his special associate."

She stressed the word associate deliberately. I clenched my fists beneath the table until my nails bit into my palms.

"J.R., keep an eye on your brothers and make sure they eat," I said, pushing back my chair. "I'm just going to check on Dad."

Penny had already been fed and burped. Bernice had hired a nanny to help out since I'd been a complete mental wreck lately, and for once, I hadn't argued. I needed the help more than I wanted to admit.

I headed toward the stairs, but before I could climb them, Jimmy appeared at the top and began coming down. He was dressed in a full suit, looking polished and expensive, smelling of cologne that probably cost more than our groceries for the week.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, barely slowing his steps.

"You're dressed for work, Jimmy," I said. "It's Christmas Eve. We always go shopping for the kids’ Christmas presents today. Your mom is supposed to take them back to her place while we wrap their gifts."

"I can't," he replied, checking his watch. "I've got a big deal to close. If I get this done before the New Year's Ball, I'll get a massive bonus." He paused, then added casually, "Which reminds me, my new bosses, the Belafonte brothers, insisted I bring my wife to the ball. So don't get too fat before then. You'll need to fit into the dress they're sending over for you."

I ignored the comment about my weight, even though it stung. What hurt more was thinking about the boys sitting in the other room, waiting for a father who was already halfway gone.

I reached out and grabbed him by the tie, yanking him toward me until our faces were inches apart.

"Listen to me, you asshole," I hissed. "You can neglect me and you can cheat on me all you want, but you will not do this to our children. They love you. Don't let them down today. Please. I'm begging you."

I was waiting until after the holiday was over to show him the photos I had acquired of his cheating. I didn’t want to ruin the children’s Christmas.

For a brief moment, his expression softened. He sighed deeply, and for half a second, I thought I had reached him.

Then his phone buzzed.

He pulled it out immediately and glanced at the screen. "Shit. It's the Belafontes. They need me at the office right now."

Without another word, he shoved me aside and rushed for the door. I stood frozen at the bottom of the staircase as tears finally spilled over. I pressed my face into my blouse, sobbing silently, desperate not to let the kids hear me.

Chairs scraped against the dining room floor. Seconds later, three small figures came running into the waiting area just as Jimmy grabbed his coat.

"Are you leaving, Dad?" Dustin asked, staring up at him with wide green eyes.

"Yeah, champ," Jimmy said. "Dad has something important to do."

"Like lawyer work and shit," Tommy added confidently.

I let out a broken chuckle despite the pain. I didn't know where that child got his mouth from, but at least he was brave.

"We understand, Dad," Tommy added.

"That's my big boy," Jimmy said, ruffling his hair.

"At least eat something, Dad," J.R. said, pulling a banana from his pocket. "Here. You can take mine."

"You're a thoughtful kid," Jimmy replied. "Dad's going to get you all something really nice for Christmas."

"Yeahhh!" all three boys shouted.

Jimmy bent down and kissed each of their foreheads before walking over to the nanny, who was holding Penny. He kissed her chubby cheeks, and Penny immediately grabbed his tie with a surprisingly strong grip.

"You've gotta let Daddy go, pumpkin," he said, trying to pry her fingers loose.

The nanny looked panicked, so I wiped my face and stepped forward. The second Penny saw me, she released his tie and burst into tears, reaching for me.

She knew. Somehow, she already knew her daddy was full of shit.

Jimmy adjusted his tie, visibly relieved.

"Dad, aren't you forgetting something?" J.R. asked.

"What's that, bud?"

"You didn't kiss Mommy," Dustin said quietly.

Jimmy didn't even look at me. "Oh, Mommy and I already did that upstairs. I've gotta go."

Then he rushed out the door.

"I told you," Tommy muttered, his expression far too serious for a six-year-old. "Mommy and Dad are getting a divorce."

Bernice laughed loudly, startling even the nanny.

"Forgive me," she said, dabbing at the corner of her mouth. "That's just too funny."

I ignored her. "What on earth gave you that idea?" I asked Tommy gently.

"Dad sleeps in another room."

"And he talks to the pretty lady on the phone all the time," J.R. added.

"He even tells her he loves her," Dustin whispered.

My throat tightened.

"Paula," I said to the nanny, "please put the baby down and make sure the boys take a bath."

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, ushering the children away.

"I told you," Bernice said calmly, "you need to make your demands."

"I don't have time for games," I said. "I want a divorce, but no lawyer will touch my case."

"Then find one who doesn't know James. There are lawyers in other cities."

I nodded slowly. "I can call someone I went to university with. She lives in Atlanta. She owes me."

"There you go," Bernice said. "And in the meantime, I would be getting even."

"Even?" I repeated.

"You're a beautiful woman," she said bluntly. "You're only thirty-five. You're still young, and you could easily pass for twenty-eight. Go out. Have fun. Give my son a taste of his own medicine."

I stared at her. "Why are you giving me this advice? He's your son. I'm the daughter-in-law you hate."

"I don't hate you," she said. "I just wanted him to marry someone who brought money or status to the Fowler name. But as a person, I like you. If I'm honest, you're too good for my son."

"You talk like you don't even like him."

"I love James," she replied, "but I don't like him. He's just like his father. The only reason I come here is for my grandchildren. They are my entire world."

She stood and straightened her jacket.

"Have a nice Christmas," she added. "I'll see you on New Year's Eve. I'm taking the kids to see the fireworks in town."

"Ok. See you."

She paused to look at me before she left. "I hope you know that this doesn't mean we're friends."

"I know, Bernice."

And for the first time in ten years, I finally saw my mother-in-law as a human being.

6: New Year’s Threesome

LILY-ROSE'S POV

DECEMBER 31st, 2025

"Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry," Addison said, hugging me tightly as we stepped out of her car. She had picked me up at sunrise and taken me to a greasy breakfast spot, where I spilled everything.

I told her about the cheating, the photos, the comments about my body, and the child bride secretary.

"Don't worry," she whispered, pulling back to look at me. "I'm pulling out all the stops today, and when I'm done with you, that bastard won't know what hit him. He won't even be able to breathe when he looks at you."

Addy led me inside the Hedonism Spa, and my jaw hit the floor. I felt like I had stepped into a high-budget pornographic fairytale, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk. It was a sexual heaven.

There were girls dressed like naughty fairies in nothing but sheer wings and tiny leaf thongs. Some of them were swinging from vines made of ivy and roses. Their breasts bounced freely as they giggled, and men in leather harnesses lounged on velvet cushions while being hand-fed grapes by gorgeous boys and girls. It was raw, carnal, and intoxicatingly beautiful.

"Addy, I love what you've done with the place," I breathed, feeling my own blood start to hum. The last time I was here, it was just a regular spa with private massages.

"Thanks. Now come," Addy smirked, pulling me toward a private suite. "I have someone special to give you the works, and his name is Bick, short for Big Dick."

"Addy!" I gasped, blushing furiously.

She pushed open the door, and my eyes fell on a chocolate Adonis. He was massive, with muscles rippling under skin like polished mahogany, and he wore only a scrap of white cloth around his waist that was cut impossibly high at the sides. The bulge beneath was impossible to ignore, and Addy hadn't lied. He was hung like a horse.

"Bick, this is my girl Lisa," she said, using a fake name for me. "Give her the dirty girl special."

"Wait. That doesn't sound right," I stammered.

"Relax, Lisa," Bick rasped, his voice deep like rolling thunder. "Let Bick take care of you."

Addy slipped out, and I let Bick help me out of my sweats. He deliberately pressed his lips against my tummy as he pulled my bottoms down, kissing my skin lightly, and I couldn't help but shiver. "Bick, wait," I let out.

"Don't worry. We don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. The dirty girl special is just for me to please you with my hands," he explained.

"Ok."

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and laid me on the soft massage bed.

"Just relax," he cooed, and I watched him lick his lips. "Lay on your belly," he told me, and I did.

He started by rubbing warm, scented oil into my skin, and his hands were huge and firm as he kneaded my shoulders before moving down my back.

"Say peaches if you want me to go lower, but say mangoes if you want me to stop."

I moaned. He continued down below, and he began to massage my ass. It was getting so wild, and it felt so good, but I yelled, "Mangoes." He immediately stopped.

He spun me over and worked his fingers along my body, his thumbs grazing the undersides of my heavy breasts, teasing the tips until they were rock hard.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Good," I whispered.

"Now I'm going to get rid of all this hair," he said, then added, "Spread your legs for me."

I did as he asked, and then came the wax. He was meticulous as warm wax coated my pussy, my asshole, my armpits, and my legs. Each time he ripped a strip away, he soothed the skin with firm pressure, and when he reached my inner thighs, his fingers brushed against my clit "accidentally." I knew he was testing how far I would go, and when I moaned, he chuckled. By the time I was completely smooth and bald, I was a whimpering, quivering mess.

"You're so sensitive," Bick whispered. He stopped and then asked, "Do you want me to continue?" I nodded, so he took his gloves off and washed his hands before sliding two thick fingers into my soaking, freshly waxed pussy while his thumb rubbed my clit.

I arched my back and curled my toes as sparks shot through me. I hadn't been touched like this in years.

Jimmy never fingered me, and he claimed he didn't like doing it for other women either.

I screamed into the pillow as a massive, toe-curling orgasm ripped through me, my juices coating his hand.

"That's a good girl," Bick said as he handed me a towel. "The shower is over there."

After my shower, the rest of the day was a blur of luxury. I got a mani-pedi, then Addy washed, cut, and styled my hair into voluminous waves, and she applied makeup herself, giving me bold red lips and golden eyeshadow that made my green eyes pop like emeralds.

By the time we finished, it was 5:00 PM, and eight hours of transformation had passed.

Addy took some pictures for her social media pages, and then I left in a cab.

When I got home, Bernice’s car was at the gate. She had come for the boys, but Penny would stay home with the nanny.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jimmy saying he was getting ready at a hotel suite near work. He also told me to meet him at an address he sent and that I shouldn't be late. I rolled my eyes and headed inside the house.

The kids gasped when they saw me.

"Mommy, you look so beautiful!" Dustin cheered.

Bernice actually smiled, a real, genuine smile. "There's the confident woman I met eleven years ago," she said. "The kids and I will leave you to finish. Oh, and some items were delivered for you today. Paula put them in your room."

I hurried upstairs and saw the garment bag hanging in the closet, plus there was a big box on the bed. I opened the box first and saw that there was a pair of Louboutins.

"OMG. This is so cute," I said as I examined them. Then I went to unzip the bag and nearly fainted.

The dress was a masterpiece. I took it out, and a note fell out. I laid the dress on the bed and read the note.

~Mrs. Fowler, please do us the honor of wearing this one-of-a-kind GNOIR dress. We had it specially made for you. We also sent matching color shoes, courtesy of Louboutin. We are confident we got the right size in every area. We'll be waiting with bated breath to see you. — S & K Belafonte~

For some reason, the last line of the note made my pussy begin to sing.