After My Husband Died

[A possessive, controlling, obsessive, dead-top x fair-skinned, beautiful, seemingly delicate widower, universally adored beauty bottom]

Blurb:

My husband is dead.

After my husband died, all my former suitors came out of the woodwork.

They said they would help me find the person who killed my husband, but I knew they just wanted to sleep with me.

Today is the seventh day after my husband's death.

I put on one of his favorite outfits, brought a bouquet of white roses to his grave, stroked his name, and told him I was going to cheat on him.

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My wife is universally adored.

After I died, all those suitors came crawling out of the woodwork.

During the day, I watch my wife play both sides, flirting with this one and keeping that one hanging.

I never care.

Because my wife is a helpless, delicate human. After I died, he could only survive by trading on his beauty. I don't blame him.

At night, I enter my wife's dreams and fuck him hard.

I swear I'm absolutely not jealous.

My wife has done a good job protecting himself. They haven't even touched a single hair on his head.

These rivals are just another part of our flirting.

I'm never jealous.

Who would be jealous? Not me, that's for sure.

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Reading Guide:

1. Top and bottom are strictly monogamous, locked together, no switching or breaking up. There is first-person narration, mostly at the beginning of each chapter, followed by third-person narration.

2. A short story written whenever inspiration strikes. Just writing for fun, indulging in my own self-indulgent fantasies.

3. There may be triggers, though I don't know what. Most of them are probably in the blurb. I'll add more later if needed.

Theme: Live your life well