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Vicious Cycle

By Supernova


A commissioned work



There it was again. The familiar tightness in my chest that never failed to spring up whenever Craig even thought about her. 

“I’m telling you, Jerry.” He spat, a certain rage soaking every word. “She’s definitely up to something.” After knowing him since childhood, I could almost predict every word he was going to say. I’ve heard his spiel before, Craig always having the same negative things to say about his wife Bethany. After thirteen full years of them being married and five years together before that, I couldn’t think of a single period of time he was truly happy with her or the relationship.


“What is it this time, dude?” I replied, knowing full well he was just going to maintain a narrative made of vague despondency. I thought that, perhaps, it was to protect his own ego to not truly delve deeper into Bethany’s life and instead dwell on the familiar discomfort of her being “shady” or “standoffish.” I’ve heard it a million times.


Craig furrowed his heavy brows. “She’s being shady and… a bit standoffish.” 


I tried to hide my smirk, shrouding my secret pride in being able to know someone so well that I knew what they were going to say before they, themselves, said it.


“Isn’t she always up to something, though? Hasn’t she always been up to something?” I asked, more to humor him than anything else. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to move on before finalizing the divorce, I understood that the best way to help my friend deal with this situation was to just talk him through it. Empathetically.


He looked out the back window of my kitchen, staring at the elaborate bird feeder my wife set up last week. Craig sighed. “Yeah, yeah. But this time it’s different.” 


“Want some coffee, boys?” My heart always lit up when I heard Jeanette walk through the door. “Liking the feeder, Craig? I got it on discount! So many cardinals!” As I watched her close the front door with her perfectly shaped ass while carrying a tray of expensive-looking Starbucks drinks, a sensation of awkwardness came over me, not wanting to rub my sweet, loving marriage in my best friend’s face. Gazing upon Jeanette’s curly black hair, her tanned, almost glowing skin, I could get lost just staring at her. I found her just as beautiful as the day I met her ten years ago.


Craig smiled. “Coffee sounds great.” He sighed again. “Bethany never got me coffee. Never. Not once.”


Jeanette just smiled as she placed the tray on the kitchen counter next to Craig. Her sweet, light voice was almost musical to me. “Oh, you. Still dwelling on Miss Crazy Lady?” I laughed softly in response.


“You might think it’s funny now, but yeah, her condition does make her pretty irrational sometimes.” Craig said, a serious tone to his voice. “That’s… that’s not her fault.” 


I could tell he was getting into the same train of thought that forced him to be stuck in the vicious cycle he found himself in. After this many years, I knew the pattern. She’d upset him, he’d be hazy about the specifics, then he’d start making excuses for her. On and on and on... for years. My heart ached for him, knowing that he worked his ass off as an executive vice president at a local firm that specializes in electrical engineering. Operating systems or something. I honestly had no idea what he did other than the fact that it made him a lot of money. Much more than Bethany deserved.


I pursed my lips. “Yeah, she was diagnosed with BPD, that’s true.” Trying to measure my response as to not upset him. I tried to maintain an even, polite tone in my voice without sounding too concerned. “But that’s no excuse to treat you the way she has. Dude, she was diagnosed Bipolar years ago, her little stunt at the train station made sure of that, but she’s never made any serious attempts to seek out treatment and has only used the diagnosis as a justification for how shittily she treats you!” I couldn’t help it, the passion overrode anything I was trying to hold back.


“Ya know, he’s got a point!” Jeanette walked over to me, coffee in hand, and put her arms around me. “A wifey’s supposed to be good to her man, not make him nervous all the time.” I felt her plump lips kiss my cheek and I felt myself blush from both embarrassment and a tinge of lust. She continued her point, saying “And if not for yourself, think of Cate and Mikey! They are off at Summer camp right now, right? It’s the perfect time to get off your butt, kiddo, and do what’s gotta be done!” 


Craig’s shoulders slumped. I knew that he knew we were right. The only person I felt more “In sync” with was my own wife.


“I know you guys are right.” I couldn’t hide my smirk this time as Craig rubbed his large, square jaw worriedly. I found it hilarious that I knew what he was going to say. He continued. “I… I actually retained a lawyer recently, I just never went through with the paperwork.”


I shuddered, wondering how much that lawyer must cost, having been unused for months. “He’s just… waiting for a call.”


Almost spitting out my coffee, I leaned forward and almost shouted at him. “Then what are you waiting for?” 


“Jerry! Chill!” Jeanette rubbed my shoulders. 


“Didn’t we just go over how she’s a crazy bitch?” Craig responded. “And there’s a few things about the terms that she…” He hesitated, it was strange seeing someone so imposing and masculine act so withdrawn. “She might not like.”


“Oh, fuck that!” Jeanette interjected. “Who gives a shit! You’re the one who’s being totally throttled here! How many years have you wasted on this, I’m sorry to say, this cunt?” She seemed to be getting angry at Craig’s passivity. “I’m your friend, too, ya know! I wanna see you thrive just as much as Jerry does and yet you’re holding off on that because this crazy bitch might, surprisingly, act like a crazy bitch? Hello! Earth to Craig! Do I need to remind you that she cheated on you?”


“That was years ago!” Craig shot back. 


Jeanette let go of my shoulders and crossed her arms, her soft skin lightly jiggling as she stood firmly. “Oh yeah, you caught her years ago, but who the fuck knows what she’s been doing since then!” 


I sipped my coffee before exclaiming “Hey-o! Point for Jeanette!” right before giving her a high five. Smirking, my wife and I both glared at Craig in the same exact way. “Two against one! Call up your lawyer and make the separation official!”


Craig reached into the front pocket of his oddly stylish jeans and fished out his forest green iPhone 11 Pro Max. He slid his finger over the almost comically large iPhone and his face contorted into a pathetic, worried expression.


“Just do it, Craig.” I was exasperated at this point.


I saw his finger shake as he hovered over the lawyer’s number. Seeing him bite his lower lip, I saw his entire body sag. He wasn’t going to do it.


“Can I just… think this over for a day or so?” Craig responded.


Jeanette put her palm over her face. “How many days have you thought this over? How many years?” 


“I just need one more day. I swear.”


I rolled my eyes. “Fine, just one more day.”


“Jerry!” Jeanette exclaimed. “Don’t you do this procrastinating horseshit, too! Fuck!”


I felt my chest sink in shame before I turned my head to Craig. I firmly stated “Craig’s no liar, are you, Craig?”


He looked down at the floor. “No, I’m not,” he said in an almost-whisper.


I continued. “So you swear you’re going to go through with it tomorrow, right? No more fucking around?”


“Sure.” He said, his tone and posture now completely meek.


“See, babe?” I responded. “Craig’s gonna finalize the big decision tomorrow.”


Jeanette’s facial expression was twisted into one of unquestionable skepticism. I couldn’t say I disagreed with her assessment. He’d definitely need some kind of push to go through with it. I hoped he’d find one by tomorrow otherwise he’d be spending the rest of his life with her and we’d be spending the rest of our lives hearing about it.


---


After another hour or so of idle chatter, Craig left in his new-model Mercedes-Benz convertible. 


“Well that was a tense conversation!” Jeanette turned to me as I admired her slightly plump figure. “I can’t imagine he’s gonna go through with it. No way.”


I scratched my head. “Yeah, he’s definitely gonna chicken out.”


“I’m so glad I have a manly man with me, here.” Jeanette walked close to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I could feel her warmth radiate through her skin as I flushed up, feeling myself grow aroused. Her big, brown eyes looking up into mine, she whispered “I can’t fucking stand that pussy shit” as she reached down and grabbed my left ass cheek. “You know, seeing you stick up for your friend like that…” She smiled. “It reminds me of how much of a sweetie you can b--” I didn’t let her finish her sentence, I already knew what she wanted as I locked my lips with hers. 


As we clumsily stumbled into the bedroom without separating our passionate kiss, she fell on the comforter and I landed right on top of her. She knew how to rip my shirt right off from that position, as she did several times per week. It worked out because I knew how to rip off her leggings just as well.


Rolling around in the throes of lust, I ran my fingers through her curly hair, the sweet smell of her conditioner hanging heavy in the air. After almost frantically tearing her panties away, I held my rock-hard member in my left hand and gently swirled my head around the wetness between her legs. Breathing heavily, I thrusted forward and moaned, feeling Jeanette’s tightness wrap around me. Hearing her gasp in pleasure as I spread her pussy wide open caused me to experience a sense of almost uncanny, unstoppable dominance. Feeling her submissive body almost melt below my strong grasp, I couldn’t help but slam my hips into hers as hard as I could. The sound of her moans sent both of us into a trance of passionate, loving ecstasy. 


I couldn’t imagine being sexual with anyone else. I continued to slide into her as I pinned her down on the bed, the back of my mind transfixed upon the idea of how lucky I was to have her. This beautiful, thick woman who had never screamed at me, never embarrassed me, and never gave me any problem that I didn’t know I deserved. We both made sure we were the best people we could be, supporting each other whenever we could.


After feeling her nearly scream in arousal three times, I knew I could finally finish. As I made a few particularly intense thrusts, she couldn’t help but orgasm at the same time I did. That didn’t happen every time, but it filled me with a sense of accomplishment when it did. Both of us slumping on the damp comforter, we laid next to each other, breathing heavily. Looking into her eyes, I couldn’t help but smile widely. “I really, truly, deeply love you.”


“Deeply is right!” Jeanette responded, smiling widely, before we pecked each other on the lips.


---


My annoying ringtone woke me up at 8 AM. I sighed as I saw it was Craig calling me, 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off.


“Jerry! You won’t believe what I found. Holy shit. I am going to lose it.” His voice sounded frantic.


I could sense Jeanette’s annoyance as she rolled over in the bed next to me, pretending to still be asleep.


Whispering as softly as I could as I stepped off the mattress, I asked “What? Couldn’t this wait? It’s kind of early.”


Now in the kitchen, I leaned forward on the counter, looking out at the bird feeder. 


Craig’s grainy, worried voice shook. “Look, man! I’m at the summer home and, ugh, it’s some weird shit. Can you come over right away?”


I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock on the stove. 8:02. I couldn’t help but sound groggy. “Sure. I’ll be right over.” I hung up on him before I had the chance to sound irritated.


After walking back into the bedroom, Jeanette couldn’t fake-sleep any longer. “Babe? What’s going on?” She rubbed her eye in the shadows, strips of sunlight peeking through the blinds, her curvaceous figure still apparent under the comforter.


“I gotta go to Craig’s place. Being a supportive friend and all that.” I responded, trying not to sound annoyed.


I could tell she was smiling even in the half-darkness. “Oh, babe. You’re so sweet. I’ll talk to you later, then. Love you.” She slumped back on her pillow and closed her eyes, rolling away.


After choosing an acceptable outfit, I slipped on some loose-fitting boat shoes and walked over to the car. The 25-minute-long drive to Craig’s summer home was uneventful, I managed to see some decent views of the gulf shore. Like with the lawyer on retainer, I couldn’t imagine how much a summer home here must have cost.


Rolling up on his sandy driveway, I tiredly shuffled over to his white beach house, the front door decorated with sea shells. I pressed on the doorbell, but it didn’t work. I knocked on the door once, and it opened without giving me the chance for a second knock. He must have been waiting for me right there.


“Jerry! What took you so long?”


“I--”


“It doesn’t matter.” Craig said, his heart obviously racing. “Come over here, take a look at this shit!”


I followed him into the bedroom. A large, white, well-made bed was in the exact center of the room with an open suitcase in the center of that. It almost looked like a surrealist painting with how “perfect” the scene was.


Craig stood behind me as I dragged my feet into the room. 


“Just… look at what’s in the suitcase.”


I leaned over the mattress,  and dragged the back-end of the case towards me. I grunted, as I had to reach fairly far in order to grasp it. “Must be a California King-sized bed” I thought as I swung the opened suitcase towards me.


Squinting my eyes, it was tough for me to parse what I was looking at. It just looked like a tangled mess of black straps and… oh. That’s a dildo. And some handcuffs. And a whip.


“Looks like weird sex stuff, dude.” I said.


“Right under my nose!” He was almost panting. I could see his chest rise up and down. “I can’t believe she could do this to me! We’re still married!” His hands were now quaking relentlessly as he grabbed his hair. “Oh, God! That crazy fucking bitch! Probably right in this bed, too! Fuck!”


I slowly backed away from the mattress. Though I couldn’t deny that the thought of Bethany wearing this kinky stuff was kind of hot, the very idea of going near her in a sexual way was repulsive. I thought of Jeanette wearing it to clear my mind of the shameful thought.


“Well, I mean, yeah.” I said, still very tired, trying not to let the awkwardness of the situation mar my conversational skills.


“Yeah? That’s all you have to say, Jerry? Yeah?” Craig seemed as though he was borderline psychotic.


“Didn’t you say that you thought she was up to something?” I yawned. 


“I did, but--”


“And, uh, don’t you have a phone call to make, or something?” I used the tip of my pinky finger to close the suitcase, trying to touch it as little as possible. It shut with a soft click.


Craig looked at me, wide-eyed. “Phone call?”


I raised my eyebrows. “You said to both me and my wife that you’d call your lawyer today. To get this divorce shit in motion.”


“Oh, right. That.” He sat on the side of the bed and put his face in his palms. “What am I even doing, Jerry? It’s like I have this little voice in my head telling me that divorcing her is wrong, somehow. Like something bad is gonna happen.”


“Yeah, I feel you, man. Let’s go into the living room and talk about this because, no offense, I’m not touching that bed.”


Craig looked down and smirked as he stood up slowly. “Oh, yeah. I don’t blame you. I guess since it’s my wife, I--”


“Ex-wife, Craig. Say it. Your ex-wife. Come on. Let’s make it happen.”


“My ex-wife.” He said softly. “My ex-wife!” He said, a little louder. 


“Yeah! Like that!” 


We both sat down on opposite ends of a long L-shaped couch in the summer home’s living room. As I scanned the room, I noticed how elegant it was in a minimalistic sort of way. I sighed. “Look. You have all this going for you!” I raised my hand, as if I were showing off the room. “You have two homes! Five cars! You’re doing fine in the looks department, especially for someone our age. If it were me in your position, I’d be totally fucked, dude!”


Craig just sat forward, appearing dour and depressed.


“None of this should be remotely surprising to you. None of it.”


He just stared at me.


I responded “Okay! Well! What have you gotten done about the divorce so far?”


Craig’s face was so slack it almost looked like a mask. “I… uh. Nothing, really.”


I felt a pang of annoyance grip my chest. “Really? You haven’t done a single thing about this divorce other than getting a lawyer, who you have barely used yet.”


My friend hung his head low. “I took some of his advice, at least.”


I beckoned with my hand, trying to eke out more information from him. “Which was?”


“I actually went to almost every divorce lawyer in the state for a quick, uh, consultation. Free of charge for most of them, actually.”


“And what does that do, Craig?”


“It’s actually pretty fucked up. I feel pretty bad about it.”


I groaned and leaned my head back. “Oh my God, Craig! This is so fucking infuriating! You found a god damn suitcase full of weird, kinky leather straps and dildos and God knows what else… and you feel bad about consulting with lawyers?”


“Well, the thing is, I did a consultation with those lawyers because, ethically, now those lawyers technically can’t take her case. It makes it hard for her to find her own lawyer for when stuff inevitably gets messy.”


I smirk a little and lean back. “Okay! Okay! That’s a good start! What else did you do?”


He put his palms into his face again. “I haven’t done anything else. Ugh!”


My heart begins to beat faster, feeling my anger begin to build up. “What? You’ve been living apart from her for this long and you haven’t done anything else? What about the paperwork? What about the money? The insurance policies? The kids?”


Craig leaned back and grunted loudly. “Ugh! What am I gonna do?”


I stand up and shout “You act like a man! Do you want her to have custody? Do you want her to take half your shit? It could be more than half!”


He looked at me with his sunken, sad eyes, appearing as if he was unsure of his responde. In all my years of knowing Craig, he had never quite looked this pathetic. He’d always been a strong leader, he was even the captain of the boy’s wrestling team back in high school, but now he looked as though he wanted to cry. 


I softened my tone. “Look, Craig. What’s the real issue, here? Why don’t you want to go through with this?”


“I think I still love her, Jerry.”


I bit my tongue thinking about Jeanette. How she’d come home with gifts for me regularly, how I’d surprise her with flowers at work, making the other women jealous. How, in all our years of marriage, we never really fought. How my heart just lights up when I think of her. How, even in my most dire of circumstances, she’d always maintain herself as a guiding light for me, and I to her. That’s love. Whatever Jerry was feeling wasn’t love. It was something different. Darker. Much more fucked up. I couldn’t take it.


“Craig! After all the times she’s lied to you, screamed at you in public, trashed your property, and played mind games? You still love her?”


“I… I guess?” Craig looked pale. 


“Take out your phone and call the fucking lawyer now! Every second you wait is more money out of your pocket! You don’t ‘Guess’ if you love someone! You either do or you don’t!”


His jaw seemed almost slack. “I wish it was me she was dressing up for. I can’t help but think about how often she must have been using that stuff. And with who? Who does she know that would play kinky games with her? We never did any of that stuff!”


I start screaming. “You fucking dumbass! That doesn’t matter! Find someone else who will do it with you! I’ve had it with this whiny-ass bullshit.”


“She said she was in real-estate. Like selling houses and stuff… but I never saw any of that paperwork. She’d go out, like, every day! Do you think she was some kind of prostitute? Like a dominatrix or something? Whipping guys for money? In this house? Oh, God, Jerry!”


I stand up. “First of all, I don’t want to hear or even know about this weird shit. Second, why the fuck do you care at this point? Why are you giving her so much power over you?” I take my phone out of my pocket and throw it at him, it hits his skull with a soft thud. “Use my fucking phone! Just please! God damn it! Call the fucking lawyer!”


“No! You don’t understand! I can’t!”


I dive towards him in a burst of rage, tackling him on the couch. He starts weeping as I open-palm slap him in the face. This kind of brawl brings back memories of high school when he and I would wrestle in the gym. I manage to reach into his pocket and whip out his phone. As he tried to get me off of him, I quickly shoved the phone in his face to unlock it with the “Face ID” feature before he managed to shove me to the floor. 


“What the fuck, Jerry? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He shouted, tears falling from his eyes. I ignore him as I deftly thumb through his contacts, knowing he’d save his lawyer’s contact as simply “Lawyer,” I press the green contact and the phone starts ringing.


“It’s calling, Craig. Are you gonna do what you have to do?” 


My face was blushed and my shirt was disheveled from the scuffle, as was his. I reached out my hand as the light ringing sound came from the phone’s speaker. I shout “Take it, Craig!”


“Hello. Schmidt’s Law Office.” A grainy voice emanated from the small rectangle.


“Take it, Craig.” I whisper. “Take it.”


Now with a look of seething rage on his face, Craig snatched the phone from my hand and put it to his ear. “Hey David, it’s me, Craig, from the other day. This is about the divorce case.” He seemed as though he was about to explode. I didn’t know if it would be in tears or in fury, but this was a big step for him.


A wave of relief washed over me. I finally got him to do it. 


I stared at Craig as he went over the minutiae of the case. It was as though his entire life were being laid bare to this man. The last thirteen years of lying, infidelity, and abuse were all spilling out of Craig, it was as if a dam had been broken. I could feel a sense of pride, both in myself and in him. Despite the fact that I pretty much had to force him to do what was best, I was content at the fact that this was an important step in what was sure to be a long, arduous process.


But at least the healing can begin.


I couldn’t imagine the emotions that he must be experiencing at this point, relaying story after story to his lawyer, some of which I haven’t even heard. I almost jumped when I heard my name mentioned. 


“Yeah, my friend Jerry. If anything happens to me, I want him to manage my affairs in my stead. Like a next-of-kin sort of thing. Is that even possible? Oh! Great!”


My heart fluttered a little bit, I don’t remember asking him to do such a thing, nor did I even want the responsibility, but I took it in stride. Most of all, I felt honored that he trusted me so much.


As Craig continued the conversation with the lawyer, I smiled as I heard half the conversation. “Yeah, he’s the one who encouraged me to do all this. Yeah, yeah. He’s a good friend. Yeah. That’s true. Since we were around thirteen. Yeah, that is a long time, don’t remind me!”


I laid back, feeling the tension melt from the room as Craig continued to clarify details about the situation, what he wanted from the arrangement, and the time frame for which all of this would occur. 


As the conversation came to a close, Craig said his final “Thank you” and hung up before letting out one of the longest sighs I’ve ever heard. I could see almost every one of his nearly unnaturally white teeth as he let out a beaming smile. 


“That wasn’t so bad!” He exclaimed happily. “I can’t believe how much better I feel! This is great!”


“Yeah, dude! I told you! Did I not tell you? I so told you!” We both laughed. 


“I can’t believe I’m done with that bitch! That crazy ass bitch is gonna be gone! Out of my life! Out of our lives!”


“Yeah!” I said, a happy inflection in my voice. “Oh, and, uh, what was that about me?”


“I was thinking when I was on the call. I don’t trust anyone more than I trust you. You’re like family to me. My kids call you Uncle Jerry. Who else would I trust more than the man who literally slapped sense into me?” I smiled as he continued. “You’re gonna take care of things if anything happens to me in the midst of all this. Power of attorney and all that. I don’t want her getting anything, especially the kids, if I go out. She’s not entitled to fucking anything. Spilling it all out like that made it really clear how fucked up she really is.”


I got up and put my arms out in a hugging motion, Craig did the same. “Bro hug!” We embraced and pounded our fists on each other’s backs.


As we hugged, he stated plainly “I really couldn’t have done this without you, man.”


After we let go, Craig said “I have a meeting the day after tomorrow to finalize all this shit. Have it in full writing with signatures and everything. Getting her to agree to this will be a pain, but I’m sure there’s some way we can con that crazy bitch into doing it.”


“Sweet!” I replied, feeling a genuine happiness. The first genuine happiness I felt about my best friend’s relationship with his wife.


Craig smiled widely. “Hey, tomorrow, let’s take the boat out. It’s gonna be a nice Sunday weather-wise. We can plan how this divorce thing is going to go, get drunk, and do some fishing. Sound good?”


I smile wider than him “Fuck yeah, that sounds good!”


We give each other one more “Bro-hug” before we say our goodbyes and I set off back home.


On the drive, I keep thinking of the bright future my best friend will have. It’ll be like we’re teenagers again. Jeanette and I can hook him up with ladies at bars! We can go on double dates! We’ll be able to do all sorts of fun things without Bethany’s craziness making anything tense. Thoughts continued to flood my mind, some exciting, some not so much. What if his next girlfriend is just like Bethany? What if Bethany doesn’t go away that easily? I figured that, no matter what, nothing is worse than the current quagmire of the “Between-times.”


He smiled thinking that, by this time next week, his friend would be a new person. It’ll take a long time to recover from this toxic relationship, but he knew that he’d be able to help his friend heal. 


As he got home, he hugged Jeanette tightly before she even had a chance to get a word in. “Oh, Jeez! What’s all this about?” She asked with a smile on his face.


“Craig did it! He is finalizing the divorce!”


“Oh, yay!” She squealed, seeing her happy always gave me a feeling of contentment and peace. 


“This is gonna be so fucking awesome! We’ll never have to see that bitch again! I mean, I hope, at least. He did have kids with her, after all.” Jeanette remarked.


“Yeah, but we don’t have to worry about that right now! He’s gonna be free! Her toxic personality will be gone from our lives, for the most part.”


“You know what I hated the most, I think?” Jeanette asked.


“What’s that?”


“How she’d treat wait staff at restaurants. She was always that weirdo who’d order something off-menu and super specific and then get totally bitchy when the order wasn’t exactly right. It was always so fucking embarassing when she’d, like, scream at some poor girl trying to do her job!” 


I responded “Yeah! No more of that fuckin’ bullshit. He’s done with her! Oh, and guess what he found in the closet at that fancy-ass summer home?”


Jeanette perked up. “I’m listening.”


“A whole suitcase full of kinky shit. Craig had no fucking idea! Whips, handcuffs, straps, everything! It was like a whole dominatrix get-up!”


Her eyes widened in surprise. “No fucking way!” She started giggling. “No way! Oh my God! How did Craig react?”


“Look, he was a mess, I don’t really want to get into it, but it was a shit-show until I pretty much forced him to call the lawyer.”


Jeanette embraced him, like she did last night. “Aww! Such a good friend!” She pecked him on the lips. “My manly man.”


---


That evening, I decided to jog a few miles to unwind after a strange and intense day. Feeling the wind on myself in the pleasantly cool summer dusk was the perfect refresher, especially knowing I was going to inevitably load up on calorie-heavy beer on Craig’s boat the next day. 


As I reached the end of a street corner, I always stopped for a few seconds to watch for cars, but this time I felt the strange, uncanny sensation of my phone vibrating as it’s still wrapped around my bicep by a velcro band. After I peel it off with a satisfying crunching sound, my heart sinks as I see who is calling. Bethany.


I stop running in place. My flow is already ruined, my heart rate is going down, and I’m starting to experience the familiar tension I always experience when I have to deal with this woman. “Should I pick it up?” I think to myself. Testosterone coursing through my veins and still riding high from sticking up for my friend earlier I, irrationally, picked up the phone.


“Hi?” I didn’t mean for the greeting to come out as a question, but the word slipped my mouth before I could muse upon my inflection.


The shrill voice screeched from the other end of the line. “Don’t you ‘Hi’ me, mister!”


Ugh. It was going to be one of these kinds of calls.


“What are you talking about? What’s up Bethany?”


“You know exactly what is up. You’ve been talking to Craig, haven’t you?” Her voice had acid in it, spitting out every word so succinctly that I knew she was just spraying her phone.


“Uhh, I talk to Craig, like, every day, Bethany.”


“And that’s just the problem, isn’t it? You’re poisoning him against me!” Her voice felt oddly fragile, like nails pressing on a chalkboard so hard that one of them would crack soon.


“Bethany. What did you call me for? It’s getting kind of late.” I’m still trying to catch my breath, annoyed that this woman interrupted my workout.


“Craig’s not answering his phone! He always answers his phone! I need to speak to him right fucking now, Jerry!”


“Okay? What does that have to do with me?”


“You need to call him and tell him to call me! Fucking now!”


“No. That’s definitely not happening.” I said, trying to get my voice to be as stern as possible.


“Fuck you! You’ll be fucking sorry!” The other end clicked, she hung up.


Without wasting any time, I immediately scrolled to Craig’s contact. After pressing the key, I held the phone up to my ear. It gave half a ring before he picked up. 


Before I even had the chance to say hello, he already knew what was up.


“She tried calling you, didn’t she?” Craig asked.


I had to swallow my pride. “Yeah, I actually talked to her.”


“I’m not gonna lie, that was probably your best bet. She probably would have called you hundreds of times like she did with me. Left a few hundred text messages, too. Some crazy stuff,” Craig said, oddly calmly. “And yet, I’m fine with it. It’s just more stuff I can show the lawyer in a few days.”


I smiled, having finally caught my breath. “That’s awesome, dude. Keep that shit. Just think that anything she puts you through now will just serve you later. We still on for tomorrow?”


“Hell yeah, we are. You haven’t seen the boat yet, have you? I upgraded that old sailboat and got something super, super nice just a few months ago.”


This was news to me, though I’d imagine that it’d be hard to talk about getting a new boat without sounding like you’re bragging.


“It’s a Sea Ray L550. It’s insane. Wait until you see it. I haven’t had a chance to really test it out yet. We’re going to have a blast tomorrow. Be there at, like, 8. We’re gonna have a nice, long day. We still have a ton to talk about.”


“For real!” I responded, not knowing about boats enough to know what that type would even look like. “Anyway, dude, I’ll catch you tomorrow! Stay safe!”


“You too! Later!” I hung up the line, re-attached the phone to my armband, and continued my jog all the way home.


After packing up my stuff for the trip the next day and putting on my pajamas, I look over to my normal queen-sized bed with Jeanette, who’s sitting up, toying with her phone.


“Babe?” I say, softly.


“Yeah? What’s up?” She said, her eyes transfixed on the glowing phone screen.


“I really do love you. Deeply.”

She just looked up at me with an expression of deep appreciation and adoration, accentuated by the softness of her features. She smiled. “I love you too.”


I dove into bed right next to her, threw the blanket over myself, embraced her, and thought about how much fun I was going to have tomorrow on my friend’s new boat as I drifted off to sleep. 

---


I had zero issues waking up bright and early, knowing that today would be, for all intents and purposes, an adventure. I gently peeled the blanket off of myself, so as not to wake Jeanette, but I couldn’t help but lightly kiss her cheek as I got up. I saw her smile and curl up further. I didn’t know if that was her or if it was just an involuntary reaction. Either way, it made me happy. 


I picked up my bag filled with things like sunscreen, towels, an extra hat, some sunglasses, and a 4-pack of deluxe, heavy beer. I knew that Craig kept better fishing poles than I could afford on his boat, so I didn’t bother with those.


Practically hopping up and down in my seat as I drove there, I just kept thinking about how chill the day would be. Finally able to hang out with Craig again as he’s beginning to heal from years of Bethany’s torment.


After pulling my car into one of the parking spots near the marina, I could see Craig on the dock already waving me over. He was standing in front of… a stupidly nice boat. It easily overshadowed everything else in the harbor, it was clearly more of a “yacht” than a “boat.”


“Jesus, dude.” I said, looking at the boat’s slick, futuristic design, big enough to accommodate a small party. “This is… something…”


“Hey to you, too!” Craig responded, laughing. “Let me take your stuff.”


Walking over the deck, the boat’s “new” smell was honestly more powerful than the salty scent of the gulf it was floating in. My mouth was agape, stunned at how relentlessly luxurious every inch of this boat was. There was a bathroom with a shower, hardwood floors, a small kitchen, and a bedroom with a king-sized mattress. Despite the fact that I was in the harbor, I felt like I was in some nice hotel room. It was incredible, I didn’t think I’d ever get to ride in a boat this nice.


“This is wild, Craig. This is thing is super, super, super nice.”


“Yeah! It’s a Sea Ray L550, if I didn’t mention it before.”


“You said something about that last night. It looks pretty expensive.” I said, looking at the high-tech controls and scanning the horizon. 


“It cost me a pretty penny, yeah. But if you’re going to buy a boat, why not go all-out? That’s what boat means anyway, right? B-O-A-T. Bust out another thousand.”


I tried laughing, but the ridiculous display of wealth almost made me uncomfortable. It was as if I was in the passenger seat of a Ferrari.


After spending a few minutes getting accustomed to the change in scenery above deck, I decided to walk below deck again to take a look at the bedroom. It was massive. “You ever, uh, sleep in here?” I shouted upstairs.


“Yeah, Bethany was being extra crazy one night, so I slept here right after the down payment went through. It’s nice, ain’t it?”


Sitting on the bed, I noticed that there was a small tray with two cups of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee and a small paper bag of donuts sitting there. I would have thought Craig to be a bit “Above” Dunkin’ Donuts, but hey, free coffee is free coffee. Taking a swig, I noticed that it was a bit sweeter than I would like, but I knew the caffeine was necessary given that I didn’t want to make a cup myself out of fear of waking up Jeanette. I was feeling a little groggy, anyway.


“Oh, coffee, nice!” Craig said as he walked down the stairs and headed right for the bed. After taking a big swig of it, he licked his lips. “Extra sugar. I thought you knew I liked it black. Pitch black.”


“I do.” I responded, letting confusion tinge my voice. “But you’re the one who bought the coffee, right?”


Craig’s brow furrowed, looking concerned. “No, I thought you did. I definitely didn’t.”


A long, extended silence stretched between the two of us. We stared at each other.


“Then who brought this stuff?” I asked, still holding the coffee in my hand, afraid to spill anything on any expensive-looking surfaces.


Craig pursed his lips, now looking angry. “I… I don’t know. I’m not… I don’t…” He started breathing heavily. I gently pressed the coffee cup back into the paper tray.


“Look, it’s a little creepy, but it’s whatever. Maybe someone got confused and put it on the wrong boat?” I asked. “Let’s just throw this stuff away and forget about it.”


“I… I…” Craig’s face was turning red. 


“Craig are you… are you…” I began to feel a little dizzy. Was I getting sea sick in the harbor? “Are you…” My words were beginning to get lost between my brain and my mouth. My vision began to blur.


“Jerry I…” Craig’s mouth went slack as the full cup of coffee slipped through his fingers, spilling all over the floor.


I couldn’t even breathe watching the tan fluid practically explode from the container as it splattered upwards, as if it were in slow-motion. My jaw quivered as the world felt like it was spinning around me. This was definitely not sea sickness. I keel over and try to grab on to the edge of the bed, grabbing my throat and coughing. Despite my hard grip, I feel my fingers begin to slip on the beige comforter. 


Looking upwards, Craig appears as if he’s wearing clothes much too big for him, his sleeves now drooping from his upper arms where his big biceps once hugged them tightly. 


I tripped as I felt my pants fall down to my ankles, the dizziness overtaking me. “Craig… what’s going… what’s going… on?” I tried to speak through the coughing while feeling my own clothes twist and crinkle over me. As the sensation of nausea and dizziness quickly subsided, it only left room for confusion. 


“Craig! Craig! What’s going on? Are you there?” I felt myself, completely naked, pressing through an ocean of light cotton as I tried to navigate my way through the now immense pile of clothes. Finding the collar, I finally poked my head free, breathing in a lungful of fresh air. Staring upwards, the ceiling looked as if it was the sky. The bed itself looked as if it were a cliff face, like the side of the Grand Canyon. Craning my neck rightward, I could see Craig emerge from his own pile of clothes. My heart rate exploded. 


“What the fuck! What the fuck is going on! Why are we so small?” I screamed, suddenly realizing that I couldn’t be more than a few inches tall. Sheer horror gripped me, I would have never even entertained the idea that this could have been possible in reality as I hoisted myself through an impossibly huge collar.


“Craig! Over here! Craig!” I waved my hands upwards after I folded some cotton below me to hide my privates. I just saw Craig looking forward, completely ignoring me, a face of complete shock frozen in his face. 


After turning my head to see what he was looking at, I immediately froze my face to the same expression.


Bethany.


I wanted to scream in terror, but the air felt stuck in my throat. Before me, shrouded in shadow, I saw Bethany’s long, pale face framed by her ginger hair. Her big, round, bright blue eyes staring right at both of us. Hiding under the bed like a monster, she gently hoisted herself up and dragged her body across the floor towards us, her dangling breasts jiggling under her low-cut black blouse. To me, it felt like being trapped by some wild animal as opposed to a human being. 


Craning my neck upwards, I felt the urge to cry. Tears began welling up in my eyes as I knew that I was completely, undeniably powerless in the situation I found myself in. I wanted to run, but it felt as though all my joints were frozen solid. 


“Oh my God. Oh no. Oh my God.” I kept whispering to myself as I saw an immense hand descend towards me a split-second before I was wrapped in fingers the size of tree trunks. 


Bethany’s palm felt like thick, sticky, warm leather as it grasped my tiny, naked body. I felt a sense of supreme violation as her skin made contact with my genitals. Hearing Bethany slide herself across the floor, I couldn’t help but try to pound down on the hand that grasped me. Looking to my right, I saw that Craig was in the same position I was. “Let me go!” I screamed, to no response.


As Bethany stood up, the room around me was blurred by motion. The sensation of ascent forced my chest to jump wildly, as if I was on some kind of roller coaster. I stared upwards at her, noticing her distinct chubby cheeks, double chin and, from this position, dark, round nostrils.


“Bethany!” Craig screamed. “What the fuck is happening? What the fuck did you do?”


Bethany smiled, showing a mouthful of perfectly straight, white teeth. Her lips, light pink and glossy, smeared over them as they stretched. I wanted to vomit as the adrenaline pumping through my veins forced me to comprehend every detail of my captor’s face. Every pore. Every wrinkle. Every tiny bit of peach fuzz that covered her. I squinted my eyes as the light above appeared very bright, shining off of Bethany’s ginger hair.


“What the fuck does it look like?” Bethany said, her humid breath wafting over us, smelling strongly of coffee. “I’m getting ready for a nice, fun day with you guys. Really, really fun.”


“Turn us back! Turn us back right now!” I shouted, not knowing or caring how I found myself to be this size. 


“Oh, Jerry. I can’t do that. I wouldn’t be able to do that even if I wanted to! I barely know how the secret elixir I poured into that coffee worked! I’m just so fucking glad that you idiots drank it with no problem. I thought you’d get suspicious if I just left it there, but hey, free coffee is free coffee, right?”


I grew embarrassed, having been played so artfully. Bethany’s fat ass plopped on the bed below us, shocking me both physically and mentally. I continued to pound her fist in vain as she turned around and gently placed both of our naked bodies on the bed before her.


Craig stared up in silence as he watched his wife stare down at them with her arms crossed and her legs, covered in tight, black leggings, splayed out in a V-shape, making insurmountable walls on either side of us. Reaching into a front pocket of her blouse, she gently twisted her head as she pulled out a hair tie before deftly binding her hair into a ginger ponytail. 


I looked left and right frantically. I saw how her pudgy thighs contorted the fabric of the yoga pants, forcing them to bulge out right before the crotch, giving it a transparent look. I could almost see the outline of her panties right through them. I gulped.


Looking upwards, the ripples in her clothes looked as if they were incredibly large ocean waves as she grasped the bottom of her blouse and ripped it over her head, tossing it over the side of the bed. Her ponytail swept in the air, the motion was so fast.


A lump formed in my throat as I saw Bethany’s torso jiggle with each movement she made. Her breasts jumped as she threw the blouse, her muffin tops obviously sagged slightly over where the yoga pants tightly bit into her skin. Her belly drooped forward slightly, especially as she reached behind her back to unstrap her bra, causing her boobs to fall out.


My blood felt as though it would turn to ice as I realized she was going to turn the situation sexual. My mouth felt truly try, I couldn’t breathe, I could feel my heart beating so fast I couldn’t keep up with it. “No, Bethany, please! Please don’t do this!” I shouted as I saw her pink nipples grow erect over her pale, milky white tits.


I grit my teeth as I saw her get on all fours, her belly fat and boobs dangling down above us like low-hanging clouds as she hooked the waistband of her leggings and peeled them off. The light pink marks where the band dug into her skin was extremely apparent as the white flesh poured out from where it was most constricted. I gasped as I saw, for the first time in my life, Bethany’s full bush of bright red pubic hair. I couldn’t move. Every cell in my body was screaming at me to run, but my core knew of the futility of such an act, so I just sat there with a dumbfounded look on my face.


The soft fabric floor beneath me shifted as each one of Bethany’s immense limbs pressed down upon the vast bed beneath me. Laying on my back, still completely naked, I found myself crawling backwards as the tremendous redhead kneeled, her legs spread open, with her hands resting on her wide hips.


Looking up at her imposing form was beyond the scope of what my mind could comprehend. Dizziness overwhelmed my senses as even the way the light bounced off of her immense face forced my fragile brain into a state of confusion. My head began to ache as I struggled to interpret the scale of the environment I found myself in. I can only leer at Bethany’s titanic body, the towering paleness seeming to stretch into infinity above me. Below her orange pubic hair, I notice her outward-facing pussy lips as she lifts one knee after the other to scooch forward, growing closer to me and my friend.


Still shocked by the newly vast distances, I saw Craig, still motionless in the same position I was, staring up at Bethany. Her immense curves now looked like tremendous hills strewn across a pale landscape, like snow drifts in a historic blizzard.


Her normally shrill voice now had a shrieking, bone-chilling quality to it that vibrated me to my core. The voice that once caused slight tension in my chest now forced me to experience a pure form of terror I was completely unfamiliar with.


“Honestly, boys, I didn’t think I’d get this far. And now that I’m here, I don’t even know where I should start.” She boomed, her left hand now reaching towards her crotch. “I didn’t think this would be such a turn-on, either!” I tried not to gag as I watched her middle finger begin to swirl over her clitoris, her wrist moving in a soft, gentle motion.


“Oh my God, Craig. Craig! What the fuck is she doing?” I shouted as loudly as I could.


Bethany leaned forward, her chubby cheeks seeming to sag as her tremendous face loomed over me. She smiled, exposing a wicked, toothy grin, absolutely monstrous when paired with her widened bright blue eyes. 


“You don’t know what I’m doing, Jerry? Wow, Jeanette really leaves you dry. Ungh!” She moaned as she continued swirling her finger over her clit. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what she won’t.”


“Craig! Stop her! Say something! Say you’ll get back with her! Anything!” I shouted, my voice cracking in near high-pitched terror.


“Oh, it’s too late for that. Way, way too fucking late.” Her face was so close to my tiny body that I could smell the rankness of her breath beyond the stale scent of her morning coffee. Her tongue slithered from her mouth, sliding over her lips, leaving them wet and glistening. “You ever wanna see me get with another man, Craig?”


Before I could even react, I felt the entirety of my body above my waist gripped by Bethany’s palm from the same hand she was just masturbating with. I let out an instinctive, terrified shriek as she pressed me down into the soft comforter covering the bed. I could already smell her sweaty pussy from the fluid that now covered her fingertips. A wave of sickness washed over me. I wanted, desperately, to retreat to a place where this wasn’t happening, even if it was within my own mind. I couldn’t see anything within the dark grip of her rough palm, only slivers of light shining between her fingers.


“Bethany! Bethany, let me go! Let me g-- AH!” A burst of stale, heavy coffee scent forced its way into my nostrils as I could sense her mouth was close. “AIUGHH!” I didn’t even recognize my own voice as I felt her tremendous tongue begin to slide along the inside of my calves. 


Without thinking, I tried to snap my legs shut, but her warm, soaking-wet tongue effortly split them apart as it slithered up between my knees. The sensation of the hot, slimy muscle was indescribably horrific as it caressed the inside of my thighs and slowly inched its way up to my crotch.


The moment Bethany’s bumpy, warm, wet, slithering tongue came into contact with my penis was the most nauseating, violating thing I’ve ever experienced up to that point. My whole body was jolted by a staggering, unique agony that made me want to flip inside out. As I felt the hot, coffee-scented slime ooze over my genitals, both pain and pleasure were one in the same. I felt a tremendous flood of shame as I felt myself grow erect as this woman’s wetness slathered over me. 


My throat felt sore and yet I didn’t understand why until I realized how loudly I was screaming. It was as though everything went numb other than the unwanted stimulation between my legs.


“MMMMMMM” Bethany’s squeaky voice moaned, her voice so loud and close that it shook me to the point that I could feel my internal organs vibrate. 


I could feel the tip of her tongue begin to roll over my now-hard cock, sending wave after wave of confusing, shameful pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but punctuate my incessant, gravelly screaming with moans, especially when she would prod slightly under the head of my penis - the same spot Jeanette knew how to work just right.


Trying to think of anything else, I thought of my wife. I tried to think of her doing this to me as opposed to this tremendous, evil, fat bitch. A thought which was quickly marred as I was forced to breathe in another cloud of Bethany’s breath, quickly reminding me of my dire situation. “Unf! Augh!” I couldn’t form words, I could only feel what she was doing as she continued to grip me tightly, sliding her tongue up and down between my thighs and over my slime-soaked crotch. 


I was granted extremely brief respite as I caught my breath while she slid her tongue back into her dark, cavernous mouth. I snapped my legs shut so fast I could sense strings and droplets of her saliva splash away. Feeling puffs of air as her giggles blasted over me, I grit my teeth in rage as she said, happily “Oh wow, you’re really liking this, huh?” before forcing my legs apart with her probing, hot, violating tongue yet again.


I could sense, as the wet warmth continued to glide over my crotch, that I was going to be forced to orgasm. With each lap of her wet flesh against mine, I involuntarily spasmed, my legs instinctively trying to press me up off the bed as if I were being stuck with a cattle prod. I had no idea how long this was going to go on for, as I finally managed to utter my first word since coming into contact with her warm spit. “STOP! UNGH! STOP!”


My pleas were only met with more squeaky giggling. I couldn’t help it. The girlish laughter sent me over the edge.


Involuntarily contorting my face into an expression of unspeakable horror, I couldn’t stop the harsh blast of unspeakable, agonizing, fiery pleasure that overwhelmed my tiny body. In the few seconds I was ejecting my load onto the tip of Bethany’s wet, invasive tongue, I felt as though my own body didn’t belong to me. It was as if I were truly surrendered to Bethany both physically and mentally. I was hers.


As the crushing burst subsided, I was swamped with a humiliating, alien emotion between numbness and shame. Bethany’s fingers curled open, revealing a completely different person than before I was trapped within her vicious grip. I couldn’t eke out anything to scream or say as I watched her wicked face drift away, a cord of hot spit still connecting my penis to the tip of her tongue. I couldn’t help but jump as the wire of saliva snapped back on my now oversensitive genitals. Shivering, despite being hot, I instinctively covered my groin with my hands and curled into a ball. I could feel her saliva soak into the bedding below me, but I felt as though I was too shocked to move.


Bethany smacked her lips together, each sound she made felt horrific and dangerous to me. Still shivering, I couldn’t see her, I didn’t want to. 


“Mmmm, Jerry tasted good.” Bethany noted. A wave of nausea washed over me as my numbness began to fade. Still curled in a shivering ball, I could smell the disgusting odor of Bethany’s spit as it clung to my skin.


“Did you like seeing that, Craig? Did you like seeing me make another man cum? Did you like watching me suck off your best friend? Now you know how I feel. Now you know what it feels like to be so betrayed.” She looked up, her double chin stretching away. “Ugh! I didn’t know what to fucking do after I knew we were done.” Now looking back down at us, she scooched back off the bed and stood up. “But now I know how to kill two birds with one stone. I know how to punish you two for conspiring against me and I know how to keep me and Craig together forever!” She let out another one of her screeching, squeaky giggles.


“But before that.” She said as she turned around, her pale muffin top jiggling with each step, exposing her bare ass to both of us. After turning her head, looking down upon us with her crazy blue eyes, she lifted up her fat buttocks and let them fall, forcing us to watch them gently bounce. “I never let Craig fuck my ass...”


I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I just knew I was in extreme danger.


“... and I want to make him jealous.”


My shivering turned to relentless shaking as I felt my foot and ankle being dragged across the bed, leaving a trail of Bethany’s slime. “No! No! Please!” I try to sink my fingernails into the fabric below, but it effortlessly slid away. “No! God! Please!” I screamed as I left contact with the bed below.


Now being hung upside-down, I covered my face with my palms as I found myself quickly heading right for Bethany’s asscrack. “AGGGHH!” 


This was too fast. Tinnitus rang loudly in my ears as I felt my body pressed between two walls of warm, sticky flesh. Bethany’s sweat immediately covered my entire body a split second before I rolled my eyes back into my head as a reaction to a feeling of life-altering disgust. The raw revulsion I felt when my bare skin came into contact with Bethany’s anus was more severe than I thought any emotion could reach. I pressed my hands forward, only to feel, in serious detail, every wrinkle around this woman’s asshole. I could feel tiny, slimy hairs slide against me, tickling my arms and torso. Inhaling the scent almost put me into a daze as, from this distance and size, the odor was that of a toxic chemical as opposed to anything familiar.


I could feel the hot, wrinkled hole clench and warp in the oppressive darkness between Bethany’s cheeks. Her pinching fingers pressed my tiny body as hard as they could into the hole, but there was some sort of sticky threshold I couldn’t pass through easily. “MMMF!” I screamed as I could taste her sickly, salty anal sweat. Each attempt I made to push away, I was met with a much stronger, more crushing attempt to force me forward. I wasn’t used to the horror, each second felt like an eon as Bethany smeared me against one of her most intimate areas, with nothing I could do in response other than squirm.


I felt her swirl me over the hole itself, making sure every inch of me touched the tight orifice. The sliding itself was a uniquely violating sensation, reminding me of her disgusting, wet tongue. Trying to escape, I tried thinking of Jeanette yet again, but I’ve never been even close to a woman’s anus before, not even hers. This was an entirely novel experience in every single sense. The very texture of the flesh that was now rubbing against my bare skin was new and supremely revolting. I wanted to vomit, but I felt too limp, as if I were a puppet whose strings have been cut. 


A bright light overwhelmed me as I was quickly removed from her asshole with a disgusting “Shluck” sound.


Staring upwards, I find myself looking directly at Bethany’s immense face. Her pink, glossy lips just inches away. “Ugh, I’m having trouble getting you in.” She said as I gulped in fear, tasting her anal slime.


Watching her lips part, I couldn’t help but try to scream, feeling deep shame in the fact that I could only cough. My heart trembled in relentless palpitations as I watched her dark, humid oral cavity become closer by the second. “Ack! Chf!” Was all I could muster as Bethany forced me forward, between her lips.


Coming into contact with her tongue again was like having a scab forcefully ripped open. All the trauma involved with her previous violation flooded back and multiplied as she made my entire body slide along the center crevice of the very tongue that had licked me to completion earlier. I gasped, filling my mouth with a thick wad of Bethany’s bubbly saliva. Still tasting slightly of coffee, I could feel it leaving a mucus-like film over the inside of my mouth as I tried, after many attempts, to rid myself of its wretched flavor. Inhaling through my nose was worse, as the heavy scent of her mouth was imposed upon me by force.


As Bethany’s palate clamped down upon me, pressing me into her tongue, I felt the thick fluid ooze over every inch of me. Soaked into my hair, sticking to my eyelids, flowing between my toes. This relentless, thick goo clung to me as she closed her mouth, sealing me in complete darkness. I tried to move on my own, but the frictionless surfaces just slimed over me. The heat was now relentless, pulsing over me like I was in some bacteria-ridden sauna. Trying to maintain any sort of balance was beyond futile, as I’d just slip and land back on my face. 


Then, her tongue started to roll.


Screaming, I only succeeded in building a cluster of bubbles around my head as I coughed. The foaming action of the mucus that surrounded me made it harder to breathe as the immense muscle under me undulated, slithering against my bare skin. Sandwiched between her hard palate and her soft tongue, I just groaned as I felt the curved roof of my prison slide over me, washing away any sweat I had clinging to my tiny body. 


A thunderous tempest sucked me backwards. I could feel a tight, slick grip around my waist. The taste buds below me felt flatter and disk-shaped. Oh my god. She was swallowing me. “No!” I shouted, finally able to muster a word in my deathly terror. Scraping along the surface of the tongue, I could feel her unwashed scum build under my fingernails. I couldn’t kick my legs, as they were already grasped by her throat as my entire environment shook chaotically. The flesh around me vibrated so radically that I could feel the slickness slap against my skin, leaving it raw and sensitive. I tried with all my might to free myself of her throat’s grip as drops of goo splattered everywhere.


It sounded as though she was coughing. I wiggled my toes, feeling the slime between them as I sensed my legs becoming freer.


My entire body burst into momentary panic as a flash of light blinded me, as if I were being photographed. I couldn’t help but groan in shock and pain as I felt myself violently expelled from her throat before landing on the bed in a warm puddle of Bethany’s saliva. The spit clogging my ears, I could still hear muffled coughing from above.


“You…” She coughed. “You were a little big, Jerry.” She said, continuing to cough, lightly massaging her neck. “You almost choked me!” I just laid there, motionless, coughing out wads of this woman’s mucus. “Well, at least you’re coughing too.”


I couldn’t resist as I felt myself shifting again as Bethany climbed over us. Staring upwards after wiping off a layer of spit off my eyelids, I could see her vagina straight above me as she spread her thighs over us, sitting at the other end of the bed.


Now with her legs spread wide, I could see her fat rolls press against each other like layers of cake as she leaned forward to grab me. “Now I’m absolutely sure you’re wet enough to slip up my ass.” She said matter-of-factly. 


“Wait…” I couldn’t muster a scream. “Wait… don’t put me in there…” My voice was harsh; it hurt to speak as she dragged me across the bed. “No… no… don’t do this. Not again.”


She spread her legs wide enough for me to be able to see her brown asshole framed by small hairs that looked like copper wires. I felt truly defeated, I could only whimper softly as I watched her hole coming closer and closer.


“Okay! In ya go!” She said, infuriatingly sweetly, as I heard a loud, wet squelch a split-second before being wrapped in ridiculously tight, hot darkness. 


I could feel her anus effortlessly smear over my body, lubed up by a thick coating of her bubbly spit. I tried to resist in any way I could, but my arms already felt as though they were too exhausted to press against the constricting muscle that forced them against my torso. The heat was astronomical as I heard her quick heartbeat pitter-patter against my wet, slimy skin. Accompanied by an air bubble, I could only take quick, short breaths so that the dizzyingly shallow supply wouldn’t run dry. 


Her ass clenched over my torso before gliding over my waist, thighs, calves, and finally feet. I felt as though my ankles were bound by a slimy rope as I found myself lodged deeply into Bethany’s foul rectum. I wiggled, but was met only with a hard, tyrannical clench from literally every direction. 


I wanted to cry as I could feel myself grow erect again, my cock hardening against my will with the constant contact to the redhead’s warm, slick anal cavity. My sanity cracked. I wept. I felt my masculinity begin to shatter as I accepted my utter domination by this woman’s ass. After losing track of time, I started to contemplate the extremely likely scenario where I wouldn’t leave Bethany’s body alive. My weeping worsened, with each crying gasp feeling as though I was resisting, in futility, a rope’s incessant binding. 


Bethany’s heart rate began to slow as several minutes passed. I could hear her body’s groaning from above, I could hear bubbling, I could even hear the blood rushing through the veins and arteries that surrounded her rectum. I continued to weep, knowing that whatever tears fell from my eyes were being quickly washed away in Bethany’s warm anal slime. I thought about how I’d never see Jeanette again and grew an enraged sadness, obsessing over the fact that I was now physically closer to Bethany than I had ever been to Jeanette. I wiggled harshly, letting Bethany know I was still there, only to be answered by a tight clench that forced the air from my lungs.


I tried spreading my legs, but Bethany’s anus was far stronger than any muscle in my body. The only thing I could do was slightly, and temporarily, stretch out the wrinkly hole that bound my ankles together before the redhead would tighten it herself. 


I wondered what Craig was going through in the duration of my hot, slimy entrapment. The only thing that gave me any comfort at all was that I wasn’t going through this alone. As I was trapped in the oppressive darkness, I reflected on how stupid I could have been to just drink that coffee that was just laying there. I should have checked. I should have been more careful. I should have known that this crazy bitch would have done something drastic. I shouldn’t have answered the phone last night. I had a world of regrets and yet the thing I regretted most was that I was never going to see my wife again. I felt an unbelievably potent pang of guilt knowing that I gave some other woman sexual pleasure before I died. 


The wall before me vibrated. The cave became tighter. Wet, slick sounds emanated from above as I could hear a muffled shriek of Bethanys’ voice from above. As I squirmed, I felt pounding from the fleshy wall in front of me. “Mfff! MMMMM!” I couldn’t speak, I could only scream as I knew what had just happened.


Bethany had slipped Craig up her pussy.


As we both now squirmed, we could both feel each other through the thin, fleshy membrane between Bethany’s vaginal canal and rectum. The sensation of Craig’s struggles amplified the sense of violation, knowing we were both being tortured by Bethany’s holes. “CRG!” I tried to shout his name, but I couldn’t with a mouthful of goo flooding into me.


I could hear his screaming, even feel it, as it was loud enough to vibrate the wall between us. In the back of my mind, I knew I had the worse deal, to the point where I’d wonder if Craig would be lucky if he let himself drown quickly in her fluids. Another urge to weep overtook me as I realized how this experience had truly changed who I was as a person. Wishing death upon my best friend? What could possess me to think such a thing? I grit my teeth again, to the point of pain, thinking about how Bethany’s evil has influenced me in my weakest, most distraught moment.


A tight grip pressed against my ankles. My emotions were a jumbled, chaotic mess as I felt a contradictory, infuriating mixture of relief and fear. Her tightness slid against my bare skin, her rectum rubbing against my erect cock as she began to remove me from her body. The first breath of fresh air I had felt euphoric, despite the fact that I was less than an inch from Bethany’s stretched-out anus. Sweat and goo clinging to my skin, I felt limp as I craned my neck upwards to see her loosened hole before me. I felt an ecstatic alleviation now that I was no longer bound by hot, stinking flesh. 


“Dildo time.”


My heart dropped. What did she mean by tha--


I felt myself thrusted forward towards Bethany’s ass, once again blasted by the relentless heat of her rectum. My feet now in a death-grip, I feel myself forced back and forth, being made to rub the inner canal of this woman’s anal canal. The harsh, jerking motion of stimulating her rubbed my skin raw, as each time I slipped out, I heard wet squelching and each time I was slipped in, I heard low grumbling mixed with Craig’s incessant screaming. I covered my face with my palms, not knowing what else to do, feeling Bethany’s body fluids and sweat smear all over me. The swift rhythm shook me to my core, having the same pattern of movement as using any other dildo. 


An anal dildo - is that what I have been reduced to? My sense of identity was truly slipping away. My brain was in such a frenzy that I couldn’t even remember what Jeanette looked like, the only face I could imagine was Bethany’s, with her crazy, wide blue eyes.


As I was slipped out for the hundredth time, I could hear her squeaky voice moan in the wilds of a sexual pleasure derived from our abuse. I wanted to fight back, but I knew that I was truly more powerless than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Hearing her sexual squeaking from within her ass as well, I could feel her rectum clench and the muscles quiver before everything went limp.


A few seconds after she finally let go of my feet and ankles, my defeated body, completely motionless, slipped from her ass all on its own, landing in a pile of goo on top of a moisture-stained blanket.


I stared upwards, seeing Bethany’s wet vagina glisten and leak, framed by her orange pubes. Wiping my face down, I felt a slight tickle slither against my shoulder as I picked up a long, gooey orange pubic hair that clung to my body. Looking down, I saw two other curly hairs stuck to me, too exhausted and humiliated to bother removing them.


I wanted to puke, especially seeing Craig’s wet shins stick out of his wife’s vagina. I could hear her breathe heavily, as if she were completely finished.


“Phew!” she shouted. “I’ve never been railed by two guys at once, but, wow. I wish I could save you two so I can do it again.”


Craig oozed out of Bethany’s wet vagina and landed right next to me, covered in a thick-layer of gamy fluids that reeked of crotch.


Rolling over on his hands and knees, I couldn’t move as I watched him cough up wads of Bethany’s pussy juice. Shaking, between coughs, he kept saying “I’m sorry. Jerry. I’m sorry.” His arms quivered to the point of him collapsing.


Bethany’s legs crossed, hovering over us like immense cranes lining some cityscape. Now encircling us, I saw Bethany’s pudgy belly hang above both me and Craig, serving as the foreground to her immense face. Looking blush and sweaty, she grinned down at both of us, stating plainly “Well that was fun.”


We both stared upwards at her, still shivering, feeling an indescribable cocktail of emotions. 


“I think I still have one more orgasm left in me, but I think I need a snack first.”


I had no emotion left. I couldn’t react, my brain didn’t fully process what it was that she said, even as I felt my torso lightly squeezed by her fingers, which still smelled strongly of cunt.


Still limp, but still very much conscious, I looked down at her face, her fat stretched back as she held me above her head. Her most flattering angle, the one seen most on social media. She smiled. I blinked a few times, refusing to accept that she actually did have an attractive face.


“Now don’t go choking me this time!” She giggled again, in her high-pitched, enraging, squeaky tone.


Her lips parted and I saw her dreaded, violating tongue yet again.


Any exhaustion I had at that moment was abruptly shocked away and replaced with deathly panic. The word “Snack” repeated over and over again in my head. My chest exploded as I began squirming like a cut worm. I’m not a snack!


Bethany’s wide open mouth approached me with the speed of a freight train. I just put my hands up to shield my face as I was quickly overwhelmed by her familiar, wet, hot mouth. “Bethany! Don’t do this to me! Please!” My renewed vigor helped me articulate my pleas, though I knew in my heart they had no effect.


As I felt her disgusting, probing tongue again, I wanted to retch in revulsion, but I remained trapped like an animal in the dark, humid cavern. Her wet flesh quickly gripped my torso as a cluster of saliva bubbles quickly formed around me, soaking me in her fluids yet again. Waving my hands in every direction, coated by the slick saliva, I felt as though I was growing used to the horror of being unable to grip anything in a hot, slimy environment. As the tongue rolled me into her smooth cheek, I tried grabbing one of her gums, but my hand slid right off. Each breath I took gave me the impression that I was drowning. 


“UNGH!”


An incredibly loud, feminine moan deafened me for several seconds before the sounds of saliva washing all over me began to roll back into my frame of consciousness. 


“UGH! Yeah! You like that, Craig? Back in my pussy! UNGH!”


Being blasted by her moans of pleasure added an element of rage to the chaotic amalgamation of emotions I was being forced to experience. 


By this point, the scent of coffee had long since washed away, replaced with the pure, rank, humid scent of pure saliva. The mouth tightened. I knew what was coming next. “No! Please, don’t!” I shouted as I was thrust forward head-first. Her esophagus easily gripped my head and neck, gently guiding me forward before a shockingly loud gulp coincided with a forceful push. 


As I was, again, wrapped tightly by another one of this woman’s bodily canals, I struggled harshly, feeling my legs still patting against her tongue. Another shattering, electric gulp emanated from every direction, beginning my descent into Bethany’s body in earnest. Not truly knowing what was in store for me within the stomach below, I was forced to reckon with a harsh mixture of emotions. Confusion, regret, disgust, horror, and ultimately the fear of the unknown.


Bethany’s constricting esophagus slid all over my body, the peristaltic motion gripping me from all sides. I tried to expand my width to slow the trip downwards, but the slimy, oozing tube was far too compact for my resistance to truly mean anything. The bubbles of saliva I was swallowed with tickled my bare skin as the tube continued to force me deeper into her body.


Her heartbeat thundered against me. My jaw, grit tightly, still clattered with each one of the quick, booming pulses. “NNN!” I mustered, feeling more bubbles cluster around my nose. The very idea that I was passing behind her breasts right now was infuriating, knowing that I’d never be able to see Jeanette’s again. Thoughts of my wife now overwhelmed me as the soft, slick walls of Bethany’s esophagus continued to caress my bare skin, oozing me downward like toothpaste gushing out of a tube. I didn’t want to be held by Bethany’s throat, I wanted to be held by Jeanette’s arms, like I was just last night. 


Wet squelching continued to fill my eardrums as her heartbeat became less pronounced the deeper I was pushed into her body. A noticeable slowness overtook me as the gliding appeared to stop. 


A new, quick shove now pressed down upon me. I felt a strange point of resistance as a groaning came from below. An oozing sphincter slimed over my face, immediately exposing my mouth, nose, and eyes to a humid, irritating, sour fog. The scum-covered hole slid over my body, forcing me to feel the fleshy ring essentially spit me out into the foamy soup below.


I splashed in the pitch-dark pit of Bethany’s stomach, feeling the thick, bubbly goo immediately slather itself over my entire body. My eyes began to burn, as did my nostrils as I inhaled the vomit-laden air of Bethany’s gut.


Lunging forward, I tried to find a handle on anything I could in the hot darkness. The panicked, helpless sensation I was forced to endure caused an electric terror within every cell in my body. The instinctive takeover of my will to live was, in its own way, horrific, especially as I found one of the flaps that lined Bethany’s stomach walls, wrinkly to the touch and covered in mucus. Pounding as hard as I could, screaming loudly, I felt the creeping spectre of doom begin to take hold. The hopelessness in knowing my life was going to end felt like hot steel pouring over my heart. I couldn’t help but embrace my despair, I began weeping again, the tears now stinging my eyes like hot fire.


How could it end this way? It was ridiculous, being swallowed whole by my best friend’s wife. I’d be dissolved away to nothing, I didn’t want to think of what’d happen if I wasn’t. I continued to pound as a veritable waterfall of mucus continued to coat my body. I ran my fingers through my hair only to feel Bethany’s warm snot seep between my fingers.


“Let me out! Please! Don’t let me die in here! Please!” I shouted as I felt myself chest deep in pure slime. The odor was unimaginably fiery, obviously smelling like an ocean of hot, stinging puke. The sourness inundated my nostrils and mouth, each time I lunged forward caused another wave of slime to wash over my tiny body. The taste itself was worse than anything I would have thought possible, I couldn’t imagine that the human brain could even interpret anything as tasting so foul. I screamed in horror, not caring what else washed into me.


A booming voice shook the dark cavern. 


“Hear him, Craig? He’s in my tummy. Screaming away.” She sighed, her breath loud, but still slightly muffled. “You’re gonna join him soon. You’ll be friends forever.” She let out another loud, sexual moan, causing the walls of the stomach to shift as she jumped. 


Acutely aware that I was in the worse position, I couldn’t help but feel for my friend, lodged up Bethany’s nasty cunt, teased about being eaten. I continued weeping, feeling extreme guilt for the comfort in knowing I wasn’t going to go through this alone. 


“Ple--” I choked. The air was too thick with acidic, burning vomit for me to continue screaming. I felt my gums and tongue begin to burn, as my constant yelling left those softer parts vulnerable to the acid around me, growing worse by the minute. Wanting to cover my skin, I knew it was futile as the sea of slime grew deeper, but nowhere was the burning more acute than my genitals. 


Wanting to cover my cock, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep afloat in the now-neck deep, churning sea of Bethany’s stomach slime. My chest continued to jump up and down as I continued to cry, angry that my final orgasm of my life wasn’t given by my wife, and instead my murderer. Spitting out another mouthful of burning mucus, I dwelled upon how unfair this was, how I had to die naked and afraid, burning in the gut of some insane bitch. Why couldn’t I grow old with Jeanette? Why couldn’t I retire happily? Why did she have to do this to me?


“UNGH!” Another moan echoed through Bethany’s body, forcing me to the center of the bubbling ocean of acidic slop. 


As I managed to find slight footing on another one of Bethany’s stomach wrinkles, I ran my fingers through my hair again, choking in horror as I felt a large chunk of my scalp peel away from my skull. Slipping down off of the tremendous, fleshy fold, I irrationally tried to grab the chunk in the vain, panicked hope that it could be re-attached once I got out. Instead, while attempting to grasp it in the foamy soup, I dragged my fingers along one of the immense stomach wrinkles, feeling two of my nails detach from my hand and float away with the rest of the muck.


“Augh! No!” I screamed, my voice now extremely gravelly, my throat in stinging agony with every vocalization I attempted to utter. I was truly falling apart in earnest at this point. My rough, rugged shrieks were more instinctive than anything else, as my personality was melting away with the outer layer of my skin. I wasn’t Jerry anymore, I was just an animal trying to survive.


Flailing, I could sense my muscles were ready to give way. Moving my legs and arms felt extraordinarily painful from both the inside and outside. Swimming in this hot, burning soup was relentlessly excruciating and made more humiliating with the punctuated moans of Bethany using Craig as a sex toy.


“Oh! Ohh! OH! OHH! OH! OH YES! YES!” I could hear the rhythmic pounding of her masturbation-induced orgasm as the bubbles around me grew more numerous. I felt as though I was being shaken up in a bottle of soda. Everywhere I grabbed were bubbles that sprayed acidic slime whenever they popped.


“Oh, Craig, yes.” Echoed the body that trapped me. “That was so fucking good. Better than any fucking you ever gave me, that’s for sure.” She sighed. “Anyway, now it’s time to join your friend. Ahhhhh!”


I winced, my facial muscles in a state of torture, giving me a sensation of a stinging itch. In reflex, I tried to scratch that itch, but in doing so I managed to cut deeply into the flesh of my cheek, my skin now as fragile as icing on a cake.


A few seconds later, I hear bubbling from above followed by a short scream. 


Craig.


“AIIIIIIUUUUGHHH!” A horrified, almost girly shriek burst through the wrinkly pit of Bethany’s stomach. A deep shiver ran through my spine, what would normally feel tingly now feels phenomenally painful, a reminder of the nerve endings being frayed in the acid.


I try to scream out for him in response, but all that comes out is a choking, raspy whine that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear over the cacophony of bodily sounds. The inability to speak sends another burst of panic through my body, making me splash down in the thick gunk that surrounds us. My skin cracks as my epidermis flakes away, so sensitive that the soft bubbles that surround me begin to aid in washing away my flesh. 


“G...k...k” is the only thing I can mutter as another person’s mucus congests my nasal cavity and throat. I can hear my best friend in absolute panicking agony as I can barely keep afloat. As Bethany moves, I find myself washed up the side of one of the walls, clinging to the side with a particularly adhesive wad of snot.


“Oh! You didn’t even touch the donuts! Lucky me!” Boomed from above as the liquid pit continued to slosh around in the hot darkness. Spluttering, disgusting wet slapping roared from above as chewed, sugary pastry fell into the digesting soup in a series of thick splashes. Now feeling the fluid mixture become more chunky, I could sense the stormy muck thicken, gently peeling me away from the soft, churning wall. 


Craig continued to scream in horror as the chewed donuts continued to plop down within the woman’s stomach. 


“Fat bitch doesn’t even need these” I thought, deeply wishing I could tell that to her face. 


The plops continued for several minutes as the screeching from the center of the stomach stopped. My chest feels like it’s in agony, as I know it’s because an immense, chewed wad of donut landed on top of Craig, forcing him under the acidic mixture. I wouldn’t know if he’d ever be able to emerge, as the bubbly mucus was hard enough to wade through, nevermind a chewed donut of the same volume as a swimming pool.


The wad of snot that stuck me to the wall of her stomach began to sag. I couldn’t even feel my arms at this point, nevermind move them. I thought about my fate, how, once the mucus blob that trapped me fell into the churning pit below, I’d never emerge again. How I’d be spending the rest of my life inside Bethany’s body. I remember meeting her, talking with her, even arguing with her. I’d never imagine that she’d be tied to my fate so intimately. I’d never imagine I’d have a sexual experience with her, wanted or not. My own stomach turned at the memory of her tongue sliding over my dick, forcing me to dry heave, which was the last impetus necessary for the mucus chunk to begin its slide downward.


I didn’t know what I was feeling. It wasn’t fear, it wasn’t horror, it wasn’t despair. Maybe it was acceptance? I tried closing my eyes, but I had noticed my eyelids had long since washed away. I had wondered if I was blind or if the darkness made it seem so. It didn’t matter. I’d never see anything else ever again. 


Now that the only thing sticking out from the surface of the roiling sea was my head, I thought of Jeanette. I thought of the way she looked, about how she’d call me a “Manly man,” about how we’d always love and support each other with a uniquely strong and passionate bond. I hoped, with all my heart, that she’d be able to heal after accepting that I’m gone, that she’d live the happy life we dreamed of having. 


The slick warmth of Bethany’s puke washed over my head. Now completely submerged in the tempest of vomit, I accepted I was part of it. I waited for the numbness that now covered my body to reach my soul as I faded away into the stew.


---


As my body continued to dissolve within Bethany’s gut, she deftly put her clothes back on before digging into Craig’s pockets. After finding the ignition key to the boat, she walked to the dock, untied the boat, traipsed up to the control panel, and set the boat on a straight course to the middle of the Gulf. As it slowly started, Bethany managed to scurry to the boat and jump to the dock with just enough time to watch it drift off in a random direction off into the horizon. Completely relieved it didn’t turn back into the harbor and crash, she sighed, and walked half a mile to the car she parked in the residential area across from the marina.


Rubbing her round belly below her black blouse, she wondered what was going on inside her body at that moment. If Craig and Jerry were still alive in there, being digested. She felt as though her plan worked perfectly, knowing her sister could provide a solid alibi and the mysterious disappearance of some boaters in the middle of the ocean could be chalked up to drunkenness and unsafe swimming habits. After all, thought Bethany, they did die swimming.


---


The next day, Bethany yawned as she woke up in an empty bed after a long, fulfilling night’s sleep. Wearing a tremendous nightgown, she leaned over and felt her breasts sag over as she reached for her phone. “Hey girl -- Breakfast at T Shop??” was the first notification she found before she even opened the lock screen. From her sister, the person who informed her about, and gave her the shrinking elixir. 


“Ya -- be there in 1hr. Lot 2 talk abt :)” Bethany responded as she stood up and flipped away her gown in one swift motion. 


Walking naked over to her shower, she loved having the warm water patter against her skin,  dripping off her breasts, her belly pudge, and plump ass. As she covered herself in soapy water, she thought of the two men for the first time that day. Swirling a soapy washcloth around her belly button, she wondered if they were right behind that very spot. 


As she dried herself off, she loved how her hair quickly brightened as it dried. It turned a mucky maroon color when it was soaking wet, feeling grateful that she didn’t have to dye it yet. 


Bethany grunted as she buttoned together the tightest pair of jeans she had in her closet. Sighing in relief once she got the zipper up, she admired herself in the mirror, noticing how great her ass looked above her thick thighs. 


As my dead body slithered through her intestines with the remains of what she ate yesterday, she decided to meet up with her sister for breakfast. After choosing an egg sandwich at the local shop, the chatter between the two started mundane, mostly about her sister’s job as a nurse, before quickly turning more serious. At the back corner in the most isolated table, Bethany’s sister asked “So it worked?”


“Yup. Both of them turned completely tiny in just a few seconds. It’s potent stuff, girl! It’s amazing!” Bethany replied.


“Holy fucking shit, that’s fucking crazy. I never, in a million years, thought anything like that was even possible! What’d you do with them?”


Bethany smiled and looked down at her half-eaten sandwich. “I… I…” She twisted her coffee cup anxiously. “Let’s just say they’re gone, okay? Can you back me up on that? Like you always have?”


Her sister beamed “Of course! What are sisters for? You were with me the whole time if anyone asks. No one will suspect a single thing. The truth is too crazy!”


---


That evening, Bethany checked her phone again, finding a number of frantic messages from that bitch Jeanette. Knowing that she also had something to do with poisoning Craig against her, she decided to let Jeanette suffer with no response. Text after text after text, it was all “Hey, have you seen Jerry? Craig?” “They are not answering phones. You see them?” “Craig talk to you? Hear from Jerry?”


Bethany just rolled her eyes, knowing the best course of action was to act as if nothing was going on. After letting her wait for several hours, she tapped in “Haven’t talked 2 either for days. Leave me alone.”


She grinned, knowing that she flushed away Jeanette’s answer hours ago.


---


The next few months were uneventful. She had to answer a few questions from detectives after the Coast Guard found that stupid, fancy boat adrift in the ocean, but she knew that her excuses were solid. 


After Craig’s life insurance and pension went through, Bethany lived happily off of the windfall, feeling satisfied that she took the proper steps at the right time with no hesitation or real mistakes. Their disappearance, as she thought, was chalked up to a “Drunk boating accident” and the state had to suffer through an irritating debate about whether to regulate boating more stringently. She didn’t care, though she did feel happy whenever she saw a report on the potential new regulations on the news. 


Jeanette sent her threatening phone calls and text messages regularly. Several times per week. She knew that she had a case for a potential restraining order, but in her mind these contacts were the gift that kept on giving. She loved mornings when she would wake up and read a new message stating “I know you had something to do with it.” or “I know where you live. Watch where you sleep, bitch.” 


Each of these would make her smile. She would just think back to the fact that she was sexy enough to suck him off to completion even though he was super tiny and afraid. Right before he died, er, he “Mysteriously disappeared.”


Sometimes she’d get into a back-and-forth with Jeanette through text, with Jeanette saying she was going to kill her and Bethany responding that she didn’t know what she was talking about. As she’d read through Jeanette’s angry messages, sometimes she couldn’t help but touch herself. She didn’t feel remotely guilty about it. She would text with one hand and swirl her fingers over her clitoris with the other, sometimes moaning when Jeanette sent a particularly juicy response, remembering how much I struggled as I was deep up her ass. 

 

Eventually, Bethany grew bored of this and antagonizing the widow didn’t titillate her as it used to, so she simply stopped responding, or even reading, the messages she was sent. She just completely ghosted her, deciding instead to move on with her life, wondering if there was another Craig out there. After all, she now knew the best way to end a relationship.

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