February Sucks for Walter Mitty - Sex Stories

February Sucks for Walter Mitty

... there's some daddy issues and suppressed homosexuality going on there, but that's between him and his therapist."

"What? No! He CHOSE me! I was the most beautiful woman there!"

"Do yourself a favor: Search 'Lavalliere' and 'Morrison's' on YouTube. Marky's big hobby is going to Morrison's on Friday nights and taking women away from their husbands. You weren't some grand conquest. At best, you were Friday night's doorprize. The weekly trophy he gets for being the biggest, strongest jock in the house."

"I-I'm not a trophy!" She was red-faced. Furious. "That's incredibly insulting!"

I chuckled. "You're right, it IS. But let's make it clear--I'm not the one who made that case. You are. Before that night, I NEVER would have said that you're some sort of mindless prize to be passed from man to man." I shrugged. "But you proved me wrong. You showed me that you wouldn't hesitate to sell out our marriage and our family and even yourself for bragging rights and some freaky little Cinderella fantasy with a second-rate celebrity."

"Fuck you, Jim! HE was the trophy! He was the best man in that room and I got him. You should be proud of that! Proud of your wife, who's hot enough to bag the sexiest guy in the club. But--But your ego can't handle it."

I wondered if she could hear the words coming out of her mouth. If she realized that, with every syllable, she was throwing another spade of dirt on the coffin of her marriage. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to reach ...

... her, but something--maybe our time together, or the love I still felt for her--compelled me to try.

"The toxic male ego, huh? I was waiting for this one. Is this where you start talking about how pathetic it is when a man relies on strength and aggression to get what he wants? How weak we are?" I smiled grimly. "And to prove that point, you did what? Turned your back on a man who has spent ten years taking care of our family. Latched onto a muscle-bound pretty boy who did everything but drag you home by the hair." "He didn't--"

I put up a hand. "How many times have we talked about how despicable it is when men use violence and aggression to seize what they want without the consent of those around them? But that's EXACTLY what Marc LaValliere did on Friday. And you--a woman who preaches equality and claims to prize commitment--you turned your back on your faithful husband and used toxic femininity to get what you wanted."

"Toxic femininity!" She sputtered. "That... that's not even a thing!"

"Sure it is, Linda! What would you call it when a woman uses her body to seduce a random guy, even at the cost of her family? When she publicly humiliates the man she claims to love? Hides behind the children when it benefits her, but ignores them when they get in the way of her bagging a random stud? If that's not toxic, what is?"

"It's not about toxicity. It's... it's about choice!" She straightened. This was firm ground. "It's about freedom! MY body, MY choice!"

"Linda, ...