Do For Love And Healing Ch 01

Writer's Note:

OK finally here is my Sequel to "Do For Lust Won't Do For Love" I was tempted to write it in a way that it ends up with him still not making a decision but I couldn't do that. :) If you Readers know my style you might be able to guess what his decision is but in either case Be Warned this is the first part of three. I got carried away again and made a story way long. Comments please and Enjoy:

He was standing on the porch of the house they sometimes rented out. Currently it should be vacant, but it wasn't. His wife and her bastard of a lover were in one of the bedrooms, fucking away. As he looked through the window he could see the guy's large hairy backside as it moved forward and back when he pushed his large dick into Manty's wife. He felt outrage as well as being turned on more than he had ever been in his life. His pants had a bulge where his cock was tenting the material.

Manty had followed his wife to this location hoping to find the evidence he wanted showing her affair. The positive, no questions, proof he needed to show she really was having an affair. He had known it for some time but his subconscious had taken its sweet time to show him the bits of evidence he had known. Now he had all the evidence he needed and had it in spades. He had already watched her suck that big cock and now she was fucking that large thing and soon he knew she was going to take it up her tiny anus. She hadn't ever done that for him, her husband, but she would for this bastard and she would enjoy it, he somehow knew.

She had enjoyed sucking the large cock, making happy noises all the time until it spouted in her mouth. Her lover had cum a lot too. The first spout had filled her mouth to capacity. Her cheeks had puffed out like a squirrel's even though just a tiny bit had leaked out one corner of her mouth. She had swallowed all of it before the next shot came out of his huge cock. It was a repeat of the first one, her cheeks puffed out, big time, a tiny bit leaked but she swallowed it before the third shot. Manty wondered how she could get all that much man stuff down her throat so fast. She most have had a lot of practice he thought. As soon as the guy had finished orgasming he pulled out, roughly pushed her back on the bed then just as roughly shoved her legs apart. He climbed on top of her, shoving his massive cock into her small pussy.

Manty had thought HEY wait a minute that's my wife you're shoving around but by the smile on her face showed she had enjoyed that rough treatment and now she was enjoying that huge rod plunging in and out of her. The bastard was moving fast, faster than Manty had ever done but she was making sounds, happy ecstasy sounds, that she had never made with her husband. He could hear her easily through the pane of glass. She was getting so loud that probably the neighbors as far away as they were would be hearing her soon.

She was speaking suddenly in a demanding tone, "Shove it in my Lover!! I need it, I want it hard. Its better than what my husband does to me, Goooood soo Goooood, Faster! Manty never fills me like you do, he never knows what I want, But you do Lover."

Suddenly as he was watching his vision increased and zoomed in like somebody adjusting binoculars, he could see every part of her womanhood as it was opened by that massive cock. He could even make out individual hairs from her and his pubic areas intertwining as the monster filled her up. He watched with a mixture of fascination, horror and pain, along with arousal, as the couple continued their fuck.

She spoke again, "Lover, you're just right for me, my husband is way too small but this monster is just right. Do it harder, faster, I need your loving."

She ended with a series of groans that got louder with each one. She had that habit of getting loud as her arousal grew. Now she was louder than any time with Manty and her moans were increasing in volume even more.

Suddenly he looked around and found that he was in the room standing to one side and right behind them.

She was speaking again, "I'm glad Manty isn't here. He would want to stop my fun. He really is too small for me, I just allow him to have sex with me for pity and some type of sense of duty, I'm still his wife after all."

He looked up at her with a growing resentment along with grief, anger and a pain he had never known before. He looked down again and watched as if he was inches away from the place were the Bastard's goliath of a cock was spreading his wife's small slit.

After what seemed like hours she spoke again, it sounded closer so he looked up at her face twisted in passion like he had never seen it before. It was so twisted he hardly recognized her. Even as twisted as it was she was looking straight at him as she repeated those hurtful comments. Suddenly her lover moved pulling out, but immediately he moved his monster up a couple of inches and touched the tip to her tiny brown hole.

She said, "That's it, I want to feel you fill my ass, plunge it in now."

Her lover leaned forward first barely touching her hole, then pushing that gigantic head into her very small anus. Manty said to himself that no way could that thing get in there but it did. It slipped right in with practiced ease, emphasis on practice. As he watched the Goliath open her up and begin to disappear into her, she groaned in pain and pleasure. Her lover shoved it deeper, she got louder with groans of both pain and ecstasy. She seemed to be enjoying the pain also. He wondered how something that big could fit in her. The guy was over twice as long as Manty and almost three times as wide but it slid right in with little effort on the part of the Bastard. All of it disappeared into her tight narrow rectum. Her groans of euphoria grew even louder.

"That's it deeper, all the way in. I want to feel that hunk of flesh spread my tiny rectum. My husband's is just too small for that opening. He wouldn't fill me half as much as you do. That's why I haven't allowed him in there, but even if he was big enough he just doesn't know how to fuck me. Not like you do Lover."

Suddenly she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit. Immediantly after it she yelled for the guy to go deeper and for him to cum inside filling her so full she would leak. Her first scream had been loud, louder than he had ever heard her but a second orgasmic scream was louder still, it shook the windows and almost made him cover his ears. His anger and hurt felt no bounds as he let loose a scream himself but this one was a primal yell of anger and hurt. Both of the lovers ignored it in their twin feelings of euphoria.

Suddenly he was sitting up in his bed drenched in sweat. He had almost yelled outloud as he sat up. He paused when he saw his surroundings. When he realized he was in his bed in his room he automatically reached to touch his wife. Just her presence would comfort him but he found nothing on her side of the bed as he recalled that she was still sleeping in one of the other bedrooms. In the exile he had imposed on her.

All that happened in the seconds it took him to lay back down. He thought, "Not that dream again. Why do I keep having them? And why does my subconscious insist in putting in things that never happened."

True he had seen his wife and her lover at the rental having sex, including anal sex which she denied him, but the guy wasn't that much bigger than Manty. According to his wife he was only an inch or so longer but not as wide and he definitely didn't have a cock that grew from big to gigantic. Obviously his subconscious was getting her lover mixed up with the guy she had her first tryst with. That had been a one night stand with a waiter or maintenance worker, who according to her, had been big. Not a monster as in his dreams but still significantly larger than Manty and even bigger than most men. He just shook his head as he thought about what she had said in his dream. She hadn't said all of those hateful, hurtful words, nor gotten that loud with her orgasm.

He decided it would be better to think on other things, such as the phone call he had that day. It was his father wanting to know what was up with Manty and his wife. Their children had noticed the change in the relationship. They knew she was sleeping in another room for one thing. Both Manty and Darlina had lied to them at first, explaining she was sick and that he didn't want to catch what she had, next they pretended that she was again sleeping in the master bedroom but the kids knew. Tomy had even asked if they were going to get a divorce. Manty was surprised that one as young as Tomy would know of such things but a couple of her friends at school had parents who had gotten divorced. Manty had squatted down to look her in the face to say that they had no plans for a divorce.

He said, "things are a little, rough right now between mommy and daddy but we are not planning to get a divorce."

As he straightened he thought that it was true, even with all he had gone through since learning of his wife's cheating he had no plans to divorce her, of course that could come up later if they couldn't work things out but at the moment there were no plans for that. The children, however had still told each set of grandparents that something was wrong with their parent's relationship. So of course each set had to call. Darlina's parents had called yesterday and his had called that day. He had been afraid they would but hadn't known how to keep them from finding out something was up. He had tried to make it clear to both parents, Darlina hadn't been home when her's had called so he had talked to them, that it was something that could be worked out.

His dad had said,"Your mother thinks your problems involve either money or sex. She read some where that a of couples are having more sex problems these days."

There was a pause then he continued, "she wants to know how your sex life is."

Manty rolled his eyes and blushed as he said, "Tell her our sex is good."

Now he rolled his eyes again as he remembered blushing, he's forty years old talking to his dad over the phone and his dad was relying the information to his mother and he still blushed. He thought that his answer hadn't been much of a lie. They had had a good sex life until the confrontation. Now it was practically zero, and the very few times they had had sex hadn't been very satisfying.

Going back to the conversation he had said to his dad, "I mean it when I say we can work things out. Darlina still loves me and I still love her. That is a good foundation for working through troubles."

He dad had said, "You're correct. I will tell your mother you both love each other and that you expect to work things out. Whatever needs to be worked out."

"Thank you and I would say more but I really don't feel comfortable talking about it right now."

"That's alright son, I understand your mother will just have to be curious. Bye for now."

"Bye and tell Mom I do love her and you."

His dad said he would then hung up.

As he put down the phone that was when it hit him. He had been having trouble trying to decide what to do about his wife, and just than he had realized what one of the reasons for that indecision was. He still loved her. Even after all she had put him through with betraying him, sexually speaking that is, he still loved her. It amazed him, even though she was a good mother and up to that point they had had a good relationship. Over all it had been good that is. There had been that second year of their marriage when they had fought a lot but they had gotten beyond that. There was that time he missed that date she had been planning for weeks because of a misunderstanding about why he was working late that night. It had been an extreme emergency but she thought he had just forgotten. It was that misunderstanding which had led her to begin her affair with that guy. But other than those bumps in the road it had been a good marriage. She had done things for him, had been there for him when he needed her, plus she was the mother, a good mother at that, of his children. Maybe it wasn't so hard to understand why he still loved her. Of course on the other side were these blasted dreams he kept having. They just made his anger and hurt last longer.

That brought him back to the dream. "God, it was always rough to hear her say those things in my dreams even if she really hadn't. She had explained, during the confrontation, that her attraction to the guy wasn't that he was a better lover, it was just some type of animal magnetism. Some type of electricity that flowed to her when they touched, and had nothing to do with his ability to make love. She insists that I do satisfy her. I wondered, however, if that is true. She swears that she loves me and not that bastard, and that had had nothing to do with my ability to make love or my size. She sounded sincere when she had said it that first time and each time we have discussed her affairs since. She is sticking with me even with my exile of her and our lack of love making, not to mention my attitude toward her. I have been rough on her... in more ways than one."

They first time they had had sex after the confrontation was one of those times. In no way could it be considered making love, it was just rough demanding sex. A month after their talk, he was horny. They hadn't had sex during that time and she was wearing one of her outfits that turned him on. A very skimpy set of light blue sleeping shorts. There were darker blue flowers down each side. The shorts were so short the bottom of her butt cheeks could be seen. The top of the same color, with the same flowers on the short sleeves, barely covered her breasts leaving her belly button out in the open. Manty didn't think she had done it on purpose since they had ran into each other by accident. It had been in the afternoon. She was headed toward the other bathroom for a shower. He had been going down the hallway to go get something. There she was and he had been instantly aroused. For some reason he still wasn't sure about, they went back to the room she had been sleeping in. Could have been to talk or maybe she had indicated she would be interested in love making.

He, however, wasn't interested not in making love that is. He just grabbed her, kissed her hard, than shoved her on the bed. He almost ripped off the her clothes. Once he had her shorts off, she hadn't been wearing any panties which he had noticed in the hallway, he had stared at the spot where her legs joined. He leaned over and roughly pushed two fingers into her pussy rubbing both sides until she was wet. No gentleness or love making about it. He did lick her slit and clit some, but it had been for him not for her. He had just started licking without doing any of the little things that turned her on. He just dived in, licked up and down her arousing slit tasting her juices and rivaling in the feel of her pussy on his tongue.

He did stab his tongue into her but only because his body demanded it in his state of arousal. After a few minutes of tasting and feeling her with his mouth, he stopped without warning, stood up and quickly undressed. Once naked, without saying a word or further preparation, he climbed up between her legs. He noticed a look of surprise on her face but ignored it as he easily, after years of practice, found the hole he was looking for. He inserted his hard shaft into it, going all the way to the hilt in one movement. She grunted in surprise but she had been aroused enough to feel pleasure in his movements. He immediantly pulled out part way then pushed in all the way again. She grunted again as he hit bottom. He fucked like that after setting a hard rhythm.

He was just starting to feel his orgasm building when he went in particularly deep and he heard her gasp in something other than pleasure. He opened his eyes and saw her grimacing in pain. He thought he most have hit an ovary. Part of his mind had been glad, she deserved that pain for what she had done, especially since it was pain during sex. He continued his deep thrusts hoping to hit her ovary again, however after a few seconds he realized what he was doing and slowed his thrusts. He pushed in with shallower thrusts but continued his fuck.

He continued as he had been thrusting, with no finesse, no gentleness, no waiting for her climax to build just shoving in and pulling out as fast as he could. Finally his orgasm built up and he increased his speed and force.

All she could do was grunt as he slammed it into her. Finally he exclaimed loudly and came. He filled her pussy with his hot juice thrusting in as fast as he could with each spout. He finished with five short, fast thrusts and than pulled out. No cuddling, not even a thank you, he just dressed and left. He saw the shocked look on her face as he left the room, for he had never been that rough on her before.

Later he had chanced down the hallway again and, feeling a little guilty, had paused by the door. It was still part way open just as he had left it so he could hear small noises from within. He scooted closer to the opening and the sounds turned into sobs. She was crying, very softly probably so he wouldn't hear. His heart had almost broken, he had treated her as a nothing. Not even as a prostitute just as a masturbatory convenience. But as much as he wanted to he couldn't go in to comfort her. Part of him was glad to hear the sobs, that part thought she deserved it and another part thought she wouldn't want him to come in right then. That was why she was trying to keep her crying silent. So he had just listened for a moment longer and quietly left.

He went about his business thinking off and on about how he had treated her. Later after the kids had come home, had dinner, than went to bed he went to her room. He knocked and went in, she was in bed already dressed in a more modest sleeping outfit. This one was a medium red and the sleeping shorts went down to her knees and were loose. The top completely covered her torso and was loose also. It did have some pretty blue and yellow flowers embroidered on the part covering her bosom but they didn't make her breasts stand out or in any other way make them sexy.

He just stood there for a moment than sighed and said, "I'm sorry for the way I treated you this afternoon. I... well, I just let myself loose control... It wasn't right."

After a moment he had turned and headed toward the door but just before he went through it he stopped and without turning said, "I'm sorry for hitting your ovary,"

Without waiting for a response he went out the door and on to bed. It hadn't been much of an apology, he hadn't sounded that sorry and he had n't looked at her in the face, but at least it showed he did think of her as a person and not as a thing, or so he hoped she would see it that way.

They had made love, well had sex one time after that. He had made sure she was aroused properly and experienced at least one orgasm. He thought it may have been two even though the second one was a smaller one. After the way he had treated her before he was glad that she had gotten something out of this time. When they were done there had still been no cuddling but he had sat on the edge of her bed and thought about what he should say. He knew she would know he still hadn't made love to her, it had been more like he would treat someone he had picked up at a night spot but Manty at least had treated her as an equal not as a cheap hooker or a thing. He didn't have any experience with pick ups or one night stands so didn't know what one said in that situation.

He finally turned to her and said, "Thank you. It was good and... I well, I needed it."

All these thoughts swirled around in his head as he tried to relax after that dream. It had been just another in a series of that type of dream. He thought if he would just stop having them he could heal better. As he thought about those nightmares his mind drifted back to a month after the talk.