My February Sucks The Sequel

All characters in this story participating in any sexual act are over the age of 18.

Author's Note:

To the Trolls,

I know in the last chapter I told you to go fuck yourselves. And in hindsight I do feel terribly immature about that. Especially since your dicks are so insignificantly small that you'll never accomplish the task. So instead I

should

say, go stick a zucchini up your ass.

God bless. 🙂

To everyone else

, If you haven't read my Chapter 1 and you are a fan of the "Feb Sucks" series? You probably need to. My Jim, Linda and Ellen are very different from most of everyone else's. And this chapter may seem odd to you. If you have NOT read many of the other "Feb Sucks" stories? Then don't worry about it. This chapter is pretty stand alone for you.

So, not sure you're gonna like this chapter. It's just the natural progression of where I saw things going. And there's a LOT more sex in this one. Be sure to check the tags so you're not surprised...

So, we have, Hetero, Lesbian, FMF, MFF, FFM, Anal, Oral, Threesome and Ménage à

trois

.

Oh! And of course WATER SPORTS!!!! But don't get too disgusted. I'm pretty sure the "Burn The Bitch" boys are gonna love it.

SIDE NOTE: S

o, there were a lot of comments about Jim and Linda's divorce. Because I had Type O'd it. I didn't correct anyone at the time because I wasn't sure if I wanted them to still be married in chapter 2 or not. But after thinking about it, yeah. They're divorced. The Type O was when I said L.W. insisted on the 6 month waiting period. That was supposed to be 90 days. But I had the Kitchen scene on my mind when writing that so I transposed the numbers in my head. Damned ADHD. The papers at the 6 month mark in the, my personal fave, "Refrigerator scene" with Linda, WAS in fact their Divorce papers.

My "February sucks" the Sequel

Ellen Returns

The first Sunday after Ellen's departure.

Linda:

My phone was ringing so I checked the screen. "

Jim

."

"Where are you?!" He demanded.

"I... want to say, you have find my device?"

"And do I sound like I'm in a laughing mood?" He answered coolly.

"No, Sir. I've been happy the last couple of days and wanted to lighten things up. I'm sorry I worried you." I said quickly.

"And where - are - you?"

"My mother's house. I brought the children to visit so I could tell her how things have improved since Friday."

"Ah!.. OK."

"Did you want to talk to her? She says she needs to apologize."

"For what?" He asked.

"That is between you and her." I smiled as I handed my mother the phone.

I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"

Hey Jim... Well, I just feel bad about all that Linda put you through but mostly... I... I should have been there for you. To help with the kids if nothing else... That's very kind of you but still... I guess I was just so ashamed of what she'd done that I couldn't bring myself to face you. I'm really sorry... ...Dinner? Well, yeah. That sounds nice... Alright then, I'll give you back to Linda.

"

"Hey, baby. Dinner?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was going to make my Chicken Tikka over pasta." He answered.

"Oh my God, I love your Chicken Tikka. Do you want us to head back now?"

"Absolutely. I got done at the office a lot sooner than I thought. So, I could use the company. And uh... Sorry I didn't trust you."

I laughed. "That is

NOT

your fault. I mean, yeah you gave me a second chance but that's not a magic wand. I know it's going to take time and effort on my part to re-earn your trust. You check on me whenever you want. OK?"

I heard him laugh now. "Alright. So, your mom wasn't too happy before, huh?"

I sighed. "No. No, she - was - not. I uh, came here after I had thrown myself at you in the kitchen. You remember?"

"When you were on your knees?" He asked.

"That's the one."

"Oh yeah." He laughed. "I remember. Still think about that morning from time to time."

"Yeah, I bet you do. Anyway, I came to Mom and cried about how unreasonable you were being. Telling her all about how irrational you were."

He laughed again. "What'd she say?"

"That she could not believe she gave birth to such a vile creature. And that I was a load she should have swallowed."

Jim laughed very hard while I nodded to the phone. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry baby. That's not funny."

"It is actually." I told him. "It was also what helped me pull my head out of my ass. So I'm grateful to her. Which is why I was in such a hurry to come tell her how things were going now."

"Alright, well I will see you guys soon. Kiss Emma and Tommy for me. I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled.

Dinner was nice, the kids LOVED having Grandma over. And both me and Mom helped him prepare the meal, which was very comforting for me. Yeah, I know. You don't give a shit. I'm an adulterous whore who should burn in Hell. Got it. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm trying to salvage my family's happiness from the shitstorm I caused.

Once Mom had headed home and the kids were down for the night, I found Jim drinking coffee in the kitchen.

"Figured it was a pretty safe bet you'd want one." He said as he motioned to a fresh cup on the table.

"Thank you. That was very sweet of you." I said as I took my cup and took a sip. "Did you have a good time tonight?" I asked.

He nodded. "It was nice having Charlene over again. We need to do that more often."

"I will make sure to bug her about it regularly." I smiled as I set my cup down. Then I knelt before him and ran my hands up his thighs. I'd been thinking about his comment all day. About how he thinks of me on my knees from time to time. "You could use me." I grinned.

That got me a grin from him as he set his cup down. "I could." He said as he took a firm grip of my hair and pulled my head back just a bit.

I squeezed his hard-on through his slacks. "I know you want to." I smiled.

He gave me a cruel, almost evil smile. God, I was wet.

"Take it out." He said.

I quickly undid the fly of his slacks and pulled his rather prodigious cock from his briefs. Without warning, Jim forced my mouth down onto it. Drawing a hard gag from me. Looking up into his eyes I could see the pain and fury he usually managed to keep hidden. I kept sucking, like his good little whore. Hoping that every gag he elicited from me would take away just a little more of his pain.

Jim had two strong fistfuls of my hair as he forced me up and down the shaft of his cock. He made me gag so many times that tears began to run down my cheeks. Other than bracing my hands on his thighs, I gave him no resistance. I earned this. But after several gags, Jim relented and allowed me to come off of him. I tried to catch my breath, while he wiped tears from my eyes. His expression turned sorrowful.

"Hey." I shook my head. "Don't you EVER feel guilty about being pissed at me... You understand?"

Jim nodded. "Yeah." He whispered.

I slammed my face back onto his cock. Forcing myself to gag hard on him, again and again. Jim tried to sooth me as tears ran once more.

"Uh uh." I shook my head at him as I kept going.

I went down as far as I could, gagging and staying there. When I couldn't take it anymore I'd come up for a few bobs on his dick. Before going all the way down and gagging some more. I rolled my head and swallowed, trying to fight the gagging. While getting my slobber and his precum out of the way. But after a few swallows I felt the head of his cock creep into my throat. My eyes got big as they almost rolled to the back of my head.

"Fuck, Linda." He whispered.

I continued to choke him down my throat. I could see the stunned look on Jim's face as I slowly forced him even deeper. Jim's expression slowly came back from stunned to FUCKING AMAZED! Yeah! FUCK you, Ellen!!! I slobbered, waggled and begged my way down the last six inches of my lover's cock. Until I was finally bumping against his pelvis. I was reveling in my success when I felt Jim's hands grip the back of my head as he began to fuck my throat.

My saliva was flowing heavily while his precum was overflowing no matter how much I swallowed. Breathing was tough, snot began to bubble and froth. As Jim was giving me slow strong thrusts. While I was lost in the bliss of giving him something he'd never had before. Eventually I felt his dick swell and throb before filling my stomach with his seed. I continued to suck him long after his hands had fallen away. Until even a dedicated slut like me had to slide off of him to catch my breath.

"Jesus, woman."

"Yeah." I beamed a smile. "It was good?" I nodded hopefully.

"Uh, yeah!" He nodded.

We sat there for several minutes just trying to catch our breath. I leaned forward and rested my head on his thigh. But soon enough Jim refastened his pants, knelt down and cradled me in his arms. Then took me to bed in OUR Master bedroom.

Yeah, the next few months were not perfect. He didn't always trust me, I know, '

no shit, bitch

.' I didn't say I blamed him. But it did cause fights and we did argue. And we did have to explain to the kids, SEVERAL times, that everything was going to be OK. And I had to work harder to show him he could trust me. And - Mother - Fucker - I wish I'd never fucked Marc. But if I was going to cut and run, I would've done it by now. And eventually Jim came to realize that too.

Still, about four months after Ellen left there was a knock at the door. It was a Saturday and I didn't expect to find Dave standing there. Crying.

"Is Jim home?"

"Dave?! Is everything OK?"

"Is JIM HOME!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Come in, let me get him." I said, as I ushered him to our Living room.

I ran to get Jim and told him what was happening. He quickly walked to sit and talk with Dave. After a lot of crying he admitted that Dee had been acting odd the last few weeks. Dressing in a sexier way, not too revealing but still pretty hot. But whenever Dave tried to initiate anything he always got the cold shoulder. Either no acknowledgment of his flattery, "You look beautiful, baby." Or actual irritation at his caresses. So today, when she left because she had some work to do, Dave followed.

To - her - credit, ...Dee is a fucking idiot. She did NOT notice Dave's bright red F-150 pickup truck tailing her. She did not check to see if anyone was watching her at the Motel 5 before she entered room 104. And she did not waste any time getting her dress off once she was in there.

...Dave... Kicked in the door, beat the ever loving shit out of her boyfriend and backhanded Dee to the floor when she tried to stop him. Then he stormed off to his truck and cried all the way here.

I was thinking, "

Thank God, they don't have kids

."

Jim said, "I need to call L.W." And then pulled out his phone.

"Did you know?" Dave asked me.

I shook my head at him. "No. I'm sorry but Dee and I haven't been close for over a year. Not since that Marc fiasco." He nodded and waited for Jim to tell us what L.W. had to say. "Did you want anything to drink? Soda? Juice?.. Scotch?" I asked.

That got a laugh out of him as he wiped his eyes. "Uhhh, soda pop please."

I nodded and went to get it for him. I could hear Jim talking to L.W but couldn't hear what the old man had to say.

Jim eventually made his goodbyes and hung up. "OK, so he's going to check with the Police and see if any complaints have been filed or if there is an Arrest Warrant issued for you." Dave groaned. "I know, I know. But if there IS a Warrant, then you will head down to the station and turn yourself in. Best way around all of this once a Judge is involved. And if the Cops show up to arrest you? Be cool and do whatever they say. But your only comment should be, "I want my lawyer." Got it?"

Dave nodded as he opened his drink. "Yeah." He took a sip before saying. "There'll definitely be a warrant."

Jim shrugged. "L.W. says maybe not... If the guy's married?"

"Oh shit! I hadn't thought of that."

Dave got up and walked to the window looking out over the back yard. While Jim left to check on the children. I wasn't sure if there was anything I could say to help. Given the situation I felt it was best to just keep my mouth shut. No telling how Dave would take anything coming from me. Instead I walked to the kitchen to see about getting some snacks together.

Dave had me spun around, lifted by my ass and pressed against the wall before I could think. I managed to dodge my head out of the way to avoid his mouth, which latched onto my neck. Without missing a beat, I gripped his hair with my left hand and pulled hard enough for his head to come back. Then I drove the tip of her right thumb between the arch of his nose and his eye socket.

He yelled in pain.

"I - will - pop - this - motherfucker - out!" I snarled.

Dave dropped me, pressing his hands to his eye. I smoothly side skipped to get to the knife block. Where I pulled the chef's knife with my left hand.

"Dave?..." When he looked at me I continued. "I'm sorry Dee did this to you. And I'm sorry you saw me at a time when I was a piece of shit. But I worked too Goddamn hard to get back what I have. And I am NOT going to risk it. Not even for a friend in pain." Dave gave a sort of body shaking sigh as he nodded. "I think you had better go home before I tell Jim what happened." He nodded again. "I don't think it would be good for you, if you were present for that talk."

"Yeah" He nodded. "I don't know what I was thinking... I'm sorry." He said before leaving the house.

I made sure to watch him as he left, got in his truck and drove away. Now, ...how to tell Jim without him getting any jail time?

"Hey, baby. Where's Dave?"

I turned to see Jim coming down the stairs.

"He left." I said as I walked to the kitchen.

"That was abrupt. What happened?"

"Umm, would you have a seat?" I motioned to one of the kitchen chairs.

"Maybe. What are you going to do with that knife?"

"Put it away." I said with raised eyebrows, because I'd forgotten I still had it.

I walked to the knife block and returned the weapon to its spot. When I turned around I saw that Jim had taken a seat. I walked over and straddled his lap before sitting down.

"OK, what's going on?" He asked.

"Promise me you won't stand up and dump me on the ground."

"What the - fuck - happened?"

"Promise me." I asked nervously.

"Did you do something?"

"NO." I shook my head.

Jim nodded. "Are you hurt?" He asked with concern.

"I am unharmed and unmolested."

"...un...mo...lested."

"Promise me, Jim."

He nodded and gave me a forced smile.

I nodded in return. Then told him what happened.

"I'm gonna carve that motherfuckin sack of shit up like a bad Army roast. I'm gonna start with his fingers and work my way to his dick."

"OK, breathe baby. You're no good to me or the children in jail."

His expression saddened some. "Have you such little faith in me?" I was a little confused for a moment. "They're never gonna find enough of his remains to make a fucking case."

I laughed and kissed him. "Baby, he's in pain. So, yeah, he made a REALLY bad decision. But I stopped him and no harm was done. Not really."

Jim nodded. "Yeah... Shit."

"What?"

"We need to warn the others. I wouldn't trust him around any of the wives right now."

"Shit." I nodded. "You call the guys. I'll call the girls."

Once our friends were warned most of them came over to the house. It just seemed like the thing they all needed to do. Jane admitted she had been in contact with Dee, who was staying with her mother for now.

"Did you know about this?" Jim asked her.

Jane shook her head. "I really didn't. I thought we were good friends but she never said she was doing anything like this. Linda?" She asked as she looked at me.

"Mine and Dee's conversations have all been pretty shallow since last year. Just surface stuff, you know? Like movies, music, and so on. Nothing like this... How is she?"

Jane made a face. "He beat her pretty badly."

"What?" Jim asked. "He said he only backhanded her when she tried to stop him from beating on her boyfriend."

"Ha!" Jane laughed bitterly "Uh, no. It's a wonder her lips not busted. Oh, he beat the crap out of her boyfriend. But then he laid into her until someone screamed from outside the door. That's what chased him off."

"Have you seen her?" I asked.

"Yeah." Jane nodded. "Went by her Mother's home after you guys called. She looks rough and she's terrified Dave will find her. She's getting a Restraining Order."

There wasn't much anyone could say after that.

I begged, pleaded and bribed with everything I could think of to keep Jim home until work on Monday. By Monday we found out Dave had emptied his and Dee's bank accounts and savings. Then, in the most obvious case of intentional arson ever to face this country, he pulled up to his home. The one that was still mortgaged. He pulled fifteen jugs of gasoline out of the back of his truck, doused the entire inside of the home in gas. Stepped outside, lit it off and drove away.

Even Dee could figure out it wasn't going to be covered by their insurance.

And Dave was gone. No one at work ever saw him again. And it would be a long time before anyone ever heard from him. Dee unfortunately was stuck with a regular 8 - 5 job that wouldn't cover the bank note on a burned down house. So she sold the lot for what little money could be made to help alleviate some of the debt from the mortgage. While her new car was repossessed. And after a few months her and her mother's lives settled into a more reasonable form of normal. She declared bankruptcy but that didn't really change anything. It's not like she could afford to pay those bills anyway.

As for us and our friends?

Well, Jim got a phone call.

"Ellen?"

"Hey Jim." He could hear the smile.

He laughed. "How've you been?"

"Good. Really good."

"Well, I'm glad to hear it."

"I was actually calling because I need a favor." She said.

"Anything, you name it."

"So my old College reached out to me for the Dean of Literature position there."

"You're coming back?" He smiled.

"Yes, I am." She laughed. "IF - you can put me up for a bit. I don't have anywhere to stay yet."

"Absolutely. We'd love to have you stay with us. The kids will be ecstatic."

"OK. If you're sure Linda will be OK with it." She said.

"Of course she will be. She misses you too."

"Uh huh." She sounded unconvinced.

"Look, you just get down here and we'll work everything else out. Alright?"

She laughed again. "Sounds like a plan. Thank you, Jim."

They spoke for a few more minutes before they had to hang up. Jim headed home excited about the latest news. He made sure to wait until after dinner when the kids were finally put down for bed. I had asked several times what had happened but I accepted his answer when he told me he wanted to talk about it later.

"OK. So, spill it." I said as I sipped my coffee.

He told me what Ellen had shared with him.

"Seriously?" I smiled.

"Yeah... Are you upset about that?"

I frowned. "Why would I be upset about that? Ellen's great. She was always good to me. Even when you were being cruel... Are... Are you going to dump me to get back with her?"

"No! God no. I don't do that."

I shook my head at him. "Then I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Why?"

"Just something she said about if I was sure you'd be OK with it. When I told her you would be, she sounded like she didn't really buy it."

I sat my cup down and frowned as I shook my head in thought.

"What is it?" Jim asked.

"It's just odd." I said, with more head shaking. "You know, one time you had said something to me, I forget what but it was one of those perfect Jim moments. One of those maximum indifference with minimum of effort but MAXIMUM pain. I scurried away to a corner of my room and cried. But soon I felt someone pull me into a hug. Ellen held me close while I cried.