Bang

A quick read, and fun take on George Anderson's "February Sucks," a giant among the many stories on here, thank you George.

Lots of hints at, but little detail of the actual act so don't be put off by that word Anal, it's really not that bad, my writing might be, but it's just a story.

Shoot, what the hell has happened here, we were expecting just a good time, a break from the normal routine, to be with friends, and what happens? It doesn't happen, that's what.

No trip, no friends and it's the same old routine, and then it wasn't.

Amy's mum had the kids, so we had the whole weekend to ourselves, well with friends, but they called it off, family problems, it was to be three couples having a good time together, no not like that, we're friends, but the benefits are that I help him he helps me, that sort of benefits, I can do something he, or they can't and vice verser, anyway I'm not so keen on his or his wife, too bitchy, or way too big for me, I'm only a small guy, in height that is.

Things had been... strained, let's say we were both stressed with life and to some extent, each other, the kids took a lot of time and effort, they were both hyperactive it seemed to me, they needed little sleep and constant attention, which left little or no time for me and Amy to... you know, in the bedroom.

It's not that we were... porn stars or anything, we enjoyed the sex we had, I don't think we were... adventurous, not like some people I've read about, or heard men talking about at work or down the club, but they might have been making it all up, who knows, as I said we were happy.

But things as I said had come down from what we had last year, six months previous even, now..., this sounds awful, Amy just laid back and I got my jollies off inside her, she would go to the bathroom, clean up and come back and go to sleep, very little response from her, I'd ask if she wanted me to pleasure her, you know go down on her, lick her use my fingers or we could even buy some toys,... I'd get big sighs, or just an outright NO, and then lately, "just get it in and get off, I'm sleepy, or do you want me to use my hands," Not the way to be loving, but a man has needs, I never, ever, thought that I would use Amy, because that was what it was, I used her, I was grateful in some respects, she did at least let me get my jollies, I'd heard that some men just get told NO, and have to use their own hands.

I thought, hoped that this weekend would get her back in some way, make her happy, I promised myself not to try to do anything with her, just make it a weekend of fun with friends, and look what happens, a weekend at home, just the two of us.

I was thinking maybe I could cook for her, that wasn't a starter as it was her kitchen and anytime I started to cook anything she would moan about the mess I was making and I had put something back in the wrong cupboard or drawer, it was better not to start in the first place, we chose for a walk, she doesn't like walking, we could go... no she wasn't that keen last time I had planned going anywhere without the kids, I was about to bang my head on the counter when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Amy called.

I heard talking in the hallway, laughter, and Linda and Marc walked in with Amy following all smiles and in good spirits for a change.

Marc was Amy's brother, some football star, we had nothing in common as I hated any and all ball games, he was a legend by all accounts, he was built like a brick outhouse and most of the time he was a right pain in the behind to anybody and everyone, Linda was his,... I don't know what to describe her as, their not married, so not his wife, oh I'll stop beating around the bush, from what I heard he picked her up in a club, where it's not been unknown in the past, took her for a dance and home to bed before her husband knew what had happened, he threw her out, but they seem to try to get back together, but she can't stay away from Marc it seems, I'd heard rumours, hubby isn't a happy man it seems.

I just feel sorry for the kids.

Anyway, they came in all laughing and smiling, Marc nodded to me. "Everything alright Johnny boy," oh sorry, that's me, John, Marc knows I don't like the Johnny boy thing so he always does it.

"Good, you ready sis?" It was then I noticed that Amy was pulling out a suitcase, our big one.

"Nearly Marc, have you told him yet?" Said Amy.

"No, I was waiting for you, though it would be better if you were there,"

I'm looking at the three of them, now I have this feeling that I wasn't going to like this, whatever it was.

"Amy's told me about how she feels, she needs a getaway, and you need a break as well, so I'm taking Amy away with me, I'll bring her back in a week or when she wants me to, Linda will stay here with you and help you keep house, come on Amy, let's get this show on the road,"

I think I blinked twice and they were gone, left me standing there like a dummy, speechless.

"I thought you knew about this," Linda said looking at me and looking around.

"Give me a hand with my bag," she pointed at a case, half the size of Amy's one. I picked it up and took it upstairs, it was stupid to fight this, it had happened, Amy had left the house and if I had tried, Marc would have squashed me like a fly, so Linda helping me with the kids, it was a win in some way I thought.

"No, not in there, in here," I was going into the spare bedroom, Linda was going into my bedroom. I turned and went to the doorway of my bedroom.

"What side do you prefer? Oh let's sort that out later," as she said that she was taking her dress off, like the few times I had seen her, she was in a dress that showed off a lot of leg, short to the point of being vulgar, and so low cut it was clear that her nipples were just, just out of sight, Linda stood there in a thong and nothing else.

My eyes were looking everywhere and nowhere, I could feel the heat in my face as she pulled the covers down and kneeled on the floor.

"Marc's made it clear that I have to keep you happy while they are away, Amy told me she's been short-measuring you, in the bedroom lately, she's not been feeling herself it seems, that's why Marc is taking her for a holiday, so, shall we get this first one out the way and then see what happens," it was all so cheerful, so matter of fact, I'm being offered... and Amy knows about this, and oh god she's undone my trousers...

I didn't think any more, it was my basic instincts that kicked in as Linda sucked a long suck on my rampant cock.

I'd had plenty of blowjobs in the past, Amy wasn't bad at them if, if she was in the mood, but this, oh my god.

This was amazing, in the suction, in the depth that Linda took me from the start, I could feel why Marc let her come back so many times.

I'd been short-measured lately so it was pretty quick for my first, what turned out to be many explosions that were to come if I but knew it.

Linda didn't spill a drop, licked, sucked and swallowed every drop and was smiling as she sat up with a final lick of her lips.

"We need you to eat more pineapple, juice or fruit, it just makes it sweeter for me, Amy said you weren't lacking in the packing, Marc has a lot of competition with you, if I was going to get the tape measure out, I think you might just be a bit thicker than he is, but who cares. Now, do you want to play with me or let me ride you? We'll try everything and anything you want,"

I was frozen in place, I mean... Linda, Marc's... what do you call her? Bedmate, Sex Toy, Slut, I don't think just girlfriend is the right word, his anyway, and he had left her with me and, and,... looking a gift horse in the mouth came to mind, you don't look into one of those do you.

So I didn't, that first morning I was like a kid in a sweet shop, I treated myself to a sample of everything I could think of that Linda could and did offer.

Linda was a hot body, with big tits, big nipples and a tight pussy, she had a slight tummy on her, but like Amy, she'd had two kids, but she was nowhere near fat, the only fat on her was her tits, lush squishy tits made for a man to enjoy, I won't go into everything we did together, how that first day turned from a disappointment to... to, an unbelievable amount of sex, I'd never thought of anal sex as a good thing, it had, well dirty connotations, but Linda, having let me sleep for a couple of hours to recuperate, did whatever she had to do to make herself clean, l don't want to think about it, she proved to me that it could be clean, more mess from the lube that she used than bodily fluids, I can't say it m6 favourite by any means, but it's a change and tighter, if you know what I mean.

Linda was flexible, in both her body and what we did together that first week, going out places, I hadn't had sex in a car, the back and front seats, after I had married Amy, Linda, I won't say was insatiable, but she was ready to get down and dirty at a nod of my head, there were positions that she would try to do with me, she could bend her body it seemed into any shape she wanted, and stay in it until she had what she wanted from it, me, I wasn't nearly as fit and that the good old favourites were where we ended up in the end, Linda didn't mind, as long as she was getting what she wanted she was happy.

I've always been a great believer that "you could never have too much sex," I'd never been anywhere near not wanting more, just give me a little time to get my breath back and let's go.

Linda taught me that there was a point when I had had enough, an hour or two wasn't enough to let me go again, I was starting to believe that you could die from too much sex, and I was starting to think Amy coming back was a good idea, to give me a rest.

Marc and Amy were away for two weeks, all I knew was that I got a text from Amy telling me they would be home tomorrow afternoon, nothing else, it was the first news I had from either of them and Linda had heard from Marc either, so that morning Linda said she was going to give me a special treat, I was hoping that she would let me sleep in late, like eleven o'clock, but no, she woke me at eight, a sort of lay in, with a blowjob, and when she was ready she rode me like a winner in a horse race, then she'd stop and let me cool down, and start again, I was glad when she couldn't stop me, it was a relief to get in the shower.

The rest of the morning she was constantly asking if there was anything she could do for me, my leave me alone for an hour was treated as a joke.

We heard it first, Marc's flashy car, he always made it clear to the neighbours that he was visiting, I took a deep breath as it pulled up in the drive, Linda was looking out of the window giving me a move by move account of their every movement's.

"They've stopped, they're talking and undoing their seatbelts... what's Jim doing here? He's walking towards Marc's car, he, he doesn't look happy, Marc won't hurt him, he says it's because of the kids, but I think it's because of me. He does anything I ask him to, I don't want to say this but I'm looking forward to him taking me again, are you sure you don't want me to... Jim's got something in his hand... oh my god, it's a gun, my Jim is going to fight for me, he doesn't have to do that, I've told him just give me a call anytime and I'll go wherever he is and he can do anything he wants with me, I didn't mean when Marc was seeing to me, but he must know that. John, he's waving that gun around and," She didn't have to tell me that he had fired it, I heard it.

"I better go see what he's done now, he's no good with a gun, still, Marc's moving around... oh good, so is Amy,"

This was so surreal, I was sat frozen listening to this commentary from Linda, she walked out the door without a care in the world when her husband was outside with a gun he'd just discharged.

Everything was in slow motion, me getting up to look out the window, Linda walking towards Jim, Amy getting out of the car and my first thought was that Amy had dyed her hair the same colour as Linda, and then there was another shot and Linda spun around looking for something, Marc getting out of the car and I could see his trousers were changing colour at the top of his legs.

In my mind, everything returned to normal speed and then quickened up again, lots of people, lights flashing screams, shouts and, and it all became a mess of bodies moving around in some sort of dance, someone had a hold of my arm as I sat down.

It was late in the evening when I learned what had happened.

Jim had mistaken Amy, because of her hair colour, for Linda, he shot Amy, just a graze, just a little bit of blood, but no harm done, the bullet meant to kill Amy, Linda? Hit Marc, in a very delicate place, for Marc it was life-changing, but more about that in a minute.

Realising his mistake Jim shot his second and final shot at Linda who had just walked out to talk to him, he caught her on the side of her head, then the police arrived and pinned Jim down and took him in. The ambulance, two of them took Linda in one and Marc and Amy in the other to the hospital where I learned all the details.

"Amy, just a plaster needed. Marc, not so lucky, lots of husbands more so, he lost the top half of his proudest possession, his penis, in the next month he found out that he was never going to please anyone with it again, not even himself. Linda had it the worst, she had brain problems, it was months before she came home, she was never the same woman again.

Jim got life, he might make it out by the time he's ninety, but I doubt it, with Linda in a bad way, Amy had her kids overnight to stay with us, our kids knew her kids, small world.

I don't pretend to understand how it happened, but Amy moved into Marc's place, she is his office manager, Linda and her kids moved in with me, Amy does help me out, does the shopping for Linda's clothes etc. It was Amy who came up with the solution that makes it all work.

One night as I was moaning about Linda still having a high, read off the scale, sex drive and I was having sleep problems because of it, she showed me a website that sold sex toys.

I couldn't believe that someone made and sold such things.

I'm the happiest man in the world, Linda has as much sex as she wants any hour of the day and I get my sleep and as much or as little sex as I want or need.

It cost me a bit, but Marc chipped in saying it was all his fault that this started, he's a changed man not he can't chase women as he used to.

Linda has the normal selections of dildos, vibrators and lubricants, but some of her toys are more unusual, the ride on, it's like a saddle, with or without a dildo attachment, a wall-mounted dildo that she positions to accommodate the toy she's riding at the time, giving her the feeling that she's being double teamed so to speak, the one I like watching her use most is the fucking machine, we have two different models, these are fully adjustable, in every way imaginable.

Linda will strap herself in position and it will fuck her like a real cock does.

The depth it plunges, the speed it goes at, the angle of attack, all adjustable. I like taking control sometimes, taking control out of her hands, often as Linda is giving me a blowjob at the same time.

Linda is great with the kids, and they have become her kids, all four of them call her mum, they all know that she's not the same as everyone else, but at their ages at the moment that's not a problem, Amy and I are talking about how things might work later, you can't have your kids knowing all about your sex life can you, maybe in a few more years time Linda will be able to control her drive more, I don't want her to be like Amy, I just want someone in between, it's a delicate balance that I'm working towards, Linda is always willing to try a new twist.

Now if you'll excuse me all this writing has brought on a need in me, it's decision time, blowjob or pussy, it will probably be both when Linda hears my dilemma.