Now!!

CHAPTER TWO

A PATCHWORK SOLUTION

January 2007.

Libby had just departed in a trail of tears. Roslyn mused as she sat at the table and thought of Libby's situation. As she wondered how Libby would work through her problem she couldn't help but let her mind go back, reminding her of how hers had been resolved years ago.

She remembered those first five years after 1982.

David had been insightful that memorable night so many years ago when he said it was up to her to do something about her and Glenn's sex life. Fortunately, as it turned out she was not left with the sole burden of resolving the situation. She got some unsolicited and much appreciated help from her husband, albeit not what she envisioned.

For the next two days after they left the lodge in 1982 and went home Glenn was listless, his normal cheerful chatter going quiet. He seemed as lost as she was dismayed. During those hours he never touched her and at that particular time she couldn't decide whether that was good or bad. Her body ached for the fulfillment she now knew was possible yet she dreaded being left sexually denied with another unimaginative and disappointing session with the man she loved so dearly.

But on the third night after her illicit evening with David there came an unexpected change. When she got in bed Glenn stood above her for a long while, looking down on her with a look that she had never seen before. One that she couldn't quite tell was pained or menacing. Slowly, as if he were undressing her, he pulled the thin sheet aside exposing her naked body.

He looked at her for a long time as if deciding what to do. Roslyn was expecting him to mount her, probing her with his hard cock before spilling into her as he had done in the past few months. She was totally unprepared for what happened.

Glenn slid down on the end of the bed and, while looking up at her the length of her body, slowly took her big toe into his mouth. Ros yelped in surprise! Three hours later there was little left to be surprised about.

By that time a sexually devastated Roslyn lay sweating and exhausted on the bed, her equally spent partner sleeping peacefully beside her, two of his fingers still buried deep in her soaked pussy. There were parts of her with lingering sensations hard to distinguish. After all of the pleasure she had just experienced was there still anticipation?

In the past there had always been a little foreplay, a few wonderful games. But not like this. This time his touches were obviously not a prelude to impending sex. This time Glenn fully meant it to be a tormenting tease, almost punishing rather than pleasing.

For an hour he had teased every part of her body, using his mouth and hands to totally explore every millimeter, every crevice, and every sensitive nerve until she was moaning softly, begging him to guide her to relief from the erotic torture. She had always wanted this but, in the company of stark reality, found that the erotic teasing could be taken past the point of pleasing. And who would have thought that a tongue so slowly and hungrily caressing her sensitive anus could be so erotic?

Finally Glenn went down on his new bride, spending an hour between her legs with his inexperienced mouth. What he lacked in style he compensated with exuberance, spending so much time that he finally boiled her over, her orgasm pouring out of her sensitive pussy.

Once she experienced the blessed relief and he had finished himself off by mounting her she was surprised, excited, pleased beyond words. Who was this new Glenn, this new husband who all of a sudden was able to extract such pleasure from her with his mouth and hands and wielded his smaller cock as if it was a shortened sword filling an anxious and willing scabbard?

Roslyn was incredibly pleased. Although she had not come with him at least there was a definite new air of sexual excitement about them. After he had come she had smothered him with deep kisses and ground her body into him as he continued his sexual attack on her gyrating pussy with his fingers. Finally, an exhausted Glenn slept while his young wife mentally applauded him. Twice during the night he was gently prodded awake by an exploring Ros who mounted him and made him come inside her simply to hear his cries of pleasure.

All of a sudden this was very, very fun!!

A week later all of her sexual exuberance turned to shock! Several more sessions passed in which Glenn tortured her for an hour, orally coaxing her into orgasm prior to taking her with his cock. Each time he turned her over and pulled her up on her knees in order to take her from behind. This in itself was not new. He had mounted her from behind in the past and she had to admit that the doggy style screwing utilized every tiny bit of his cock and made at least some difference.

But on that night it was something different. Glenn had said things to her in the past when they were having sex...what couple didn't? Funny things, sexy things. Provocative thoughts and questions meant to excite. Sexual prattle that could be spoken in the heat of pleasure then immediately discarded as just that.

But all of a sudden her new husband broke unprecedented ground. Especially under the circumstances, the bride's eyes opened wide and there was an instant, noticeable reaction from her body.

Roslyn was recovering from orgasm brought on by a long oral teasing. Now he was slowly rubbing his hard cock up and down her seeping pussy as if collecting the nectar.

There was a husky whisper near her ear.

"Do you think you could take David like this?"

Roslyn couldn't help but react to the softly spoken question. Even before they were married she and Glenn had discussed David's obvious size but all of a sudden it was hitting really close to home.

Roslyn's mouth moved but nothing came out.

She didn't realize that although her thoughts had frozen her voice they had also simultaneously created a very distinct reaction between her legs.

Glenn smiled when he felt her little pussy contraction as it massaged the head of his cock. It emboldened him to continue.

"Wouldn't you like to have him buried deep in you?"

There was silence. Glenn's cock was still gently probing her wet pussy. There had been a little bit of reaction from her at first. Would there be more?

"Well?" He was going to be persistent.

Roslyn was dismayed. What was this all about?

"Why are you asking?" Her voice was raspy rather than angry and Glenn picked up on it right away.

He nudged her pussy with the head of his cock, soaking it slowly by sliding it back and forth before nestling softly downward. By then his swollen head was pressing against the slippery opening to her sensitive anus.

"Just curious. You know how big he is. Could you take that?" For Glenn, this was starting to be as fun as it was erotic.

Roslyn didn't feel that way at all. Jumbled among the illicit sexual memories flashing back from just a few nights before were danger warnings.

From where had this come all of a sudden?

Glenn pressed forward just a little. Roslyn felt the pressure, both in her ass and from his questions.

"Well? Do you think your pussy could stretch around that big cock?" He wasn't going to take silence for an answer.

"I don't know."

She hoarsely whispered it. What was it he wanted to hear?

It was precisely what he wanted to hear. She had not said "NO!!" or she had not given him an indignant "FUCK YOU, GLENN!!" She had not brushed him off.

"I don't know" was leaving a door slightly open in which there was a terrible amount of light escaping.

Glenn pressed forward, both with his cock and his suggestive words.

"U-u-m-m-m. I'll bet he'd make you feel really good, fill your tight pussy to the hilt." As he was saying it he pressed forward a little more, his cock appearing to harden even more as his moistened head slightly penetrated her ass.

Roslyn caught her breath. When she did so it caused an involuntary flinching of her ass. She didn't reply. What was she to say?

Glenn felt her ass twitch. Something was driving home...either his questions or his cock. At the very least he was curious. He took a deep breath and pressed forward slightly.

His breath drew...hers expelled! With a short blow out of her mouth she winced and reacted to his presence.

"O-o-w-w-w," she complained softly.

He hesitated. He had thought about this many times the past couple of days and it seemed simple enough when it was only a plan. Now that it was a reality could he handle it any better than she?

A recent vision passed over him. Something still burning in his mind. His jaw tightened.

The answer was a definite, "Yes."

Glenn pushed forward a little. Ros moaned in complaint.

"Ple-e-e-a-a-a-a-s-s-s-s-e-e-e-e, Glenn."

There was a hesitation, he pulled back slightly, then moved forward with another very gentle push.

"O-o-o-w-w-w-w," softly again. There was verbal reaction but no attempt to avoid.

Slowly, tenderly, Glenn penetrated. His idea was to just explore the possibilities...fulfill a recent vision. Punishment or pain wasn't a goal and he had to be careful.

It took fifteen minutes of very slow, very cautious penetration before he felt his balls nestled firmly against her ass cheeks. He had almost lost it when he initially got his head past her sphincter muscles. That little "give" that her ass gave when he had penetrated, the little moan that escaped from her tormented body. All of it was erotic beyond his imagination.

Roslyn was tormented, both physically and mentally. What was happening? Why this all of a sudden? Yet deep down she couldn't help but remember just a few nights before when David's huge middle finger had entered her there, much to her surprise and then to her liking.

Maybe that was why she didn't protest more or stop the proceedings. Maybe she felt she had a debt to pay.

Minutes passed. Movements barely increased. There were moans from both sides.

Glenn's pulse increased rapidly. It wasn't just the unexpected wonderful sensation her ass provided. Before this exploratory entry he held no preconceived notion of what it would be like and he was wonderfully pleased. More than that was the fact that she was taking him without much complaint, her moans being that of discomfort rather than rejection.

He hit a tiny, slow rhythm. Soft, gentle motions so miniscule that it was more if the two were dancing in unison than him penetrating. Leaning closely over her crouched body Glenn hugged her tightly, his hands gently cupping her breasts while massaging tender nipples.

"My God. This is totally wonderful!" Glenn thought. He had never felt so close to her. This far surpassed any expectations.

It wasn't so easy for Ros. It took longer. Much, much longer.

In spite of the much smaller size of Glenn versus David, it was still a hardened cock buried in her ass. In fact, there was a little bit of a parallel between David's massive shaft straining her pussy walls and Glenn's smaller one stretching her ass to the limit. Through both experiences it didn't take her long to understand that although there was pain, pressure, discomfort...there was no danger. Through a confused but willing mind she couldn't help but wonder if the same would be true if David were trying to enter her ass. She dismissed the thought. Surely no woman alive could accept him there!

She didn't know exactly when she realized that Glenn had essentially quit moving, that instead he had simply buried himself in her ass to the hilt and was breathing heavily with her. For all the discomfort she felt she was also aware of the gentle manipulation of her breasts and his heavy breath in close contact with her sensitive neck as he showered her with nonstop kisses.

It took a while. It certainly wasn't without pain, without the willingness of a woman so desperate to try anything to accommodate her marriage's sexual disappointment.

But it happened.

There, with him leaning over her closely and lovingly paying the sweetest of attention to her, Mr. Faber carefully and surprisingly quite skillfully took Mrs. Faber in the ass.

Unlike with David, she was dealing with a cock much smaller, much easier to ingest. It was one of those moments; something that nature seems to do well...the perfect combination of Glenn's smaller size and his very loving, very cautious approach to it all.

Throw away all thoughts Ros ever had on the subject. Forget all she had secretly read about anal sex. The hidden giggles of conversation with her girl friends.

Her movements were slow at first, barely noticeable to Glenn, then the gentle coercion. Small rocking motions that met his as if in a dance too subtle to notice.

Slowly, the body separation. Room left between the two that allowed some miniscule penetration to increase. Then more.

It became centimeters. First a few, then more and more. Were those moans of pain still? To a husband anxious to satisfy his new wife it sounded much more like pleasure being voiced ever so softly.

Eventually, his slow gentle strokes were replaced by a rampaging hard cock totally coming out of her before plunging again through her relenting sphincter.

The pleas went from pain to anticipation. Then an unexpected fulfillment.

"NOW, NOW, NOW!!!"

Then, with her gyrating ass impaled on that smaller cock that she had resigned would never please, Roslyn Faber exploded on Glenn's pounding shaft!

And, just as she had with David, she became very vocal when she came.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Fuck me, baby, fuck my ass! Shove it in, baby!! Fuck it! Fuck it! I want it all! Make me come!! Go-o-o-d-d-d, I love you!!"

Her lurid instructions sent him over the top, spilling into her ass with a gush she couldn't help but feel.

It became the first of hundreds of times over the coming years that Glenn took her anally. Each time, he made it special. During those special nights he entered her carefully and skillfully, listening to her initial complaints turn to inevitable sexual prattle as she encouraged him to plunder her ass. Each of these times he carefully controlled himself, always waiting to come after she did. He wanted to make sure she was satisfied before unloading in her writhing ass.

On the many other "regular"nights he coerced Ros externally to orgasm with his mouth and hands. Immediately afterwards she would become a source of female pleasure purely concentrating on him, finding pleasure in listening to his heavy breathing before he gave himself totally to her.

There was one thing that haunted her, though. Without fail, before and during their anal sex, there was inevitably an ongoing conversation about David. So much that eventually she wilted in her resolve and started making up stories for him.

In fact, she was only verbally recounting that night in February 1982, offering a blow by blow of what actually happened. She knew he wouldn't actually believe it!

The sexual life of the Faber's was going much, much better. It wasn't perfect but it certainly wasn't as if they had no sex life. As it turned out what Glenn lacked in size he made up in staying power and potency. In the first four years of marriage they had two daughters only 28 months apart before they said "enough kids."

But what Roslyn was still missing was that wonderful, simultaneous explosion with Glenn in her pussy that she wanted so badly.

It took her a while. Three years into their marriage to be exact. He still wasn't bringing her off with his cock in her pussy. Not once. That's when she started with the toys. Oh, it was porno at first. Something to elevate her sexually to the point that barely a touch would send her over. It worked at times but not always.

Then she responded to the magazine, the one with all the sexual toys advertised. Ordered secretly, shipped in a plain container.

It wasn't ideal, but it was a solution. They found the perfect position. She would lie on her back and Glenn would turn on his side, lifting her right leg over his body so that he could penetrate. With him inside her pussy and a vibrating plastic shaft titillating her responsive clit on the outside they erupted together in mutual massive orgasms. Glenn loved it, his cock easily feeling the vibration through her pussy and never failing to come loudly with her.

They always cuddled afterward, her sexual hunger temporarily filled. But within hours she couldn't help but slip back, lamenting a situation that should be more natural. She knew it was possible.

That was strongly reinforced by her many vivid memories of that special one illegitimate night in February 1982.

She had no idea that Glenn, too, was harboring unfulfilled erotic visions and fantasies concerning his young wife.

And they too stemmed from vivid memories of that special night in February 1982.

THE MOONLIGHT MISCONCEPTION

February 1982 through 2007. Roslyn sat at her table, reminiscing and wondering how it had come to this. Twenty-five years. A quarter of a century. One marriage, two children from conception through marriages. And many, many events carefully entwined in the mix over the years. Some public, most very covert.

How had life sent her in such a direction that it would eventually lead her to pick up the phone and, however reluctant, mutter that one submissive word.

"Now."

Roslyn knew it was much more than just a softly uttered word. It was a resignation, a hopeful offering meant to end her own torment while at the same time providing an answer for Libby, extinguishing the pain of somebody so precious to her.

But looking for answers as to how her world had evolved as it had wasn't new for Ros. Finding them was. Rarely did she find a viable answer to what formed the kind of relationship that existed with she and Glenn.

One thing she did know for sure...the catalyst that controlled her life, the one event in which all others gravitated, came down to little more than one hour in 1982.

Ros wasn't totally stupid or naïve about it. Regardless of how many times she mentally beat herself up over it she was aware that during that one hour, at least from a psychological standpoint, she had innocently got hooked on a cock that was not hers to have. Of course at the time it happened she had no idea of the long-range hypnotic consequences.

But many if not most of her questions could have been answered if she had only known one thing...one very important and very hidden factor.

On that life changing evening in 1982 , Roslyn and Glenn Faber had an unknown benefactor.

Sue Evelyn Randall.

Sue wasn't stupid. Even at that young age in 1982 she was very astute, able to read people like a book. Especially David. And what she saw that night was a David that was obviously a little too infatuated with an innocent young bride.

At that time she and David had been in their short relationship only for six months or so. Sue was not only aware of David's few indiscretions during that time but had approved, as had he with she. That was their agreement, their arrangement.

But at the moment, in that certain circumstance, Sue made the snap decision to intervene. For David to knock off an interesting piece of ass was one thing but apparently this interest went far beyond a cheap piece of ass. She certainly wasn't going to nip it in a way he could see. Their relationship was too young, too fragile for her to be dictating. Instead, she would just even the playing field.

That's why, on that moonlit night in 1982, she had gently nudged Glenn on the arm and whispered quietly in his ear, "Looks like my Romeo and your bride are out for some fresh air."

She nodded toward the back of the dance floor where David and Roslyn were exiting.

Glenn stood there for a second just watching, unable to make a decision let alone make a move.

Sue mentally nudged him, making hair stand up on the back of his neck.