This one is a little convoluted. You may wish to concentrate. Or, you could skim it and miss most of the experience. Once again, be warned. I believe some acts don't ever deserve forgiveness.
The lady who reviewed it for me, for which I am grateful, wrote the following comments as she read it.
"What the hell, man?"
"This is all screwed up."
"What the heck?"
After she finished it, she wrote, "You are a very tricksy, sneaky man!". Then went on to use the words and phrases, "Very original line," "Disturbing," "The literary value is very high," "What a trippy story."
So, you have been warned.
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July 2016, a rainy Wednesday night. In the marital bed of David and Julia Smith.
It had been a crowded thirty seconds. Let me describe it to you.
It started with Julia languidly spreading her naked legs; an action that allowed a little trickle of semen to bubble out of her, still tingling, sex. The action also allowed access to the exploratory fingers of the man lying next to her. He took full advantage. His middle finger found her clitoris and began gently rubbing from side to side. An involuntary gasp escaped her mouth as she glanced at his nakedness. Once again she thrilled to the sight of the 6' 2", young, olive skinned mass of muscle pressed close against her slender pale 5' 10" body. With her free hand she reached over and grabbed the flaccid penis, source of the aforementioned semen. As she squeezed it, she felt a slight responding pulse.
The gasp couldn't have been that noticeable. It seemed to have been missed by the person on the other end of the phone she was holding to her ear with her left hand.
"Yes, Jen, Tom is fine; he's lying next to me. In fact, you interrupted us while...
"No, honestly, that's all right, Jen.
"Okay, goodnight, Jen. Yes, I took my vitamins this morning. What..."
This last was prompted by a crashing noise. A framed photograph had fallen off a shelf set next to the bed. The man next to her automatically got off the bed to retrieve it. After a hasty, "Bye," Julia tried to beat him to it. The man had only time to glimpse a fading picture of a smiling figure in a military uniform before the photograph was snatched from his hands and returned to its shelf, facing the wall. To try to regain the mood, she dragged him back down to the bed. Once again ensconced on their backs, Julia grabbed the flaccid cock and restarted her efforts to hurry round-two along. Her target, slightly embarrassed at his obvious lack of interest yet, began talking. This woman really intrigued him.
"Who is the guy in the photo? Is that this Tom guy you were talking about? Is he your husband?"
This was a huge mistake. Julia became an angry spitting fireball. She started flailing at him with both her fists.
"I told you, you prick, never mention my husband. Get out! Go!"
With that, her anger subsided and she turned on her side, facing away from him. The guy looked down at her sobbing back from where he had leapt reflexively. He knew the fun was over for tonight, perhaps forever. He cursed his previous questions, got dressed and then did what he could to maximise his chances of being invited back. The effort was well worth it. Pussy of this calibre didn't fall his way that often these days. He knelt next to the bed and began kissing the tears off her cheeks. This loving gesture caused her to stop weeping and smile a little timidly.
"I'd better go. Can I come around tomorrow night?"
"Okay. Same as usual though. Wait until after dark and park up the street, all right?"
"Okay, my darling."
The last statement stuck in his throat slightly. This wasn't the first time he'd, how shall we put this, banged a wife of Julia's generation. He knew they had conscience problems having sex with someone they didn't love, so he expended the effort to act the loving boyfriend. On this occasion, the effort paid off. Julia rose to her feet with him and hugged his face into her neck. He used the opportunity to cup one of her shapely but sagging C cups in a hand. He felt himself stirring and contemplated getting naked again. He was wise enough not to go there, though. This woman might be weird, but she was his whenever he wanted her. Well, during the hours of darkness, anyway. He decided not to push it. Still holding her breast, he gave her a lingering kiss on the lips.
"Good night, lover."
"Good night, Brent."
As she was hugging him to herself again, Julia missed the confused look on his face, as usual. With a final squeeze, he broke and left. Julia watched him crack the front door open and peer cautiously out into the street. Satisfied the coast was clear, he smiled at her one last time and slipped out. Julia locked the door and returned to her bed. As she was passing the kitchen, her friend Jenny's words from before made her pause. Of course she'd taken her vitamins this morning. The woman was getting senile. It was extremely worrying. Making it to the bedroom, she went directly to the shelf and turned the photograph back to face the room. She felt the familiar swell of pride at the sight of her husband in his captain's uniform. She kissed it gently. "I'm sorry, Dave, be safe," she muttered quietly. Slipping into bed, it wasn't long before the memory of those exploring fingers, a mere fifteen minutes ago, reminded her that session had ended before she was totally satisfied. Removing her panties, she spread her legs and started replicating Brent's attention of before. She paused before she lost control, hopped back out of bed and turned the photograph, containing those accusatory eyes, back to face the wall.
It was the next evening, and Julia waited in her lounge. As usual, the guilt over her three-week affair was battling with her mounting excitement. When Brent was actually here, she knew the guilt would fade. Every time he left, however, the guilt became crippling. Last week had been wonderful on a purely physical level. Meeting Brent in a motel for an afternoon of bliss with the younger man, while her children were at school was okay. This week, with an empty house, had been much better. Two sessions before they slept, then another after the alarm went off and Brent used the last lingering darkness to sneak out. She knew going back to motel trysts when the kids returned from camp was going to be an anticlimax. That, coupled with the mounting guilt, was beginning to increase her resolve to break off with Brent on Saturday morning. That decision made her feel better. That was then, but this was now. One more night with Brent, then, if he did what she asked, one other mind numbing night before she gave him the bad news.
As he walked from his car towards her house, her lover completely failed to obey Julia's urging to carefully look for visible neighbours and to walk past the house if anyone was out and about. He just didn't care enough to bother. He thought again how weird Julia was. Did he consider dumping her because of that weirdness? No way. Obligation free pussy was exactly that and not to be shunned. Her increasingly bizarre behaviour and sudden mood swings made her hard work, but not enough to give her up. For a woman of her age, she still had a body that turned him on. He entered through the gate, felt his way along the path to the back door and knocked. Inside, Julia jumped up and on the spur of the moment, removed her panties. Why waste time? With her new resolve, they had precious little left.
"Hi, Brent. Would you like some wine?"
He took one look at her, standing there in her short and silk dressing gown and came over to kiss her. His hand probed beneath the back of her gown. On discovering her bareness, he gave an animal grunt, slung her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. Julia almost came there and then. This was better than a hundred bunches of flowers and ten romantic meals. The validation of her womanhood. The sure and certain knowledge that a young, virile man was so attracted to her that words were unnecessary. He just wanted to show her how attractive she was by fucking her senseless.
On arrival at the bedroom, he unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. He slowly removed his clothes as he struggled to regain his breath. Once naked, he threw himself on the supine Julia. He kissed, licked and bit her erect nipples through the thin silk. Julia groaned as he bit them. He clumsily undid enough of the buttons that he could repeat it all without the material in the way. This didn't feel as good for Julia as before, so she tried to cover up again, hoping he would take the hint. Her lover misinterpreted that as she'd had enough foreplay. He moved up and while kissing her neck, fumbled to get his cock lined up with her opening. Frustrated that these sessions never went as well as she imagined them in her head, Julia grabbed his head in both her hands and forced it downwards. She kept going past her breasts and only stopped when he got the hint. He propelled himself the rest of the way and launched his tongue straight at her clitoris.
Once again, Julia was disappointed by this young man's inconsideration. Her husband would have taken an hour to reach her clit and make her cum instantly, every time. But, her husband wasn't here. Just this 6' 2", muscular, ego sustaining human dildo. With her eyes closed, she imagined it was an hour in and it was her Dave. Still, it was five minutes before her delusions fully cut in and she relaxed enough to explode. Crushing his head between her thighs, she screamed her pleasure at the ceiling. That's what you couldn't do in a motel room.
The fool kept going. He should know by now that she liked him to slowly trail off and gently lick her lips while she came down. She was forced to push his head away again. She held her arms out for a cuddle, but her lover had different ideas. He rolled her onto her stomach and knelt between her legs. Julia braced as his cock nudged her lips again. She knew from experience that it was a waste of time hoping to cum again before he did. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow morning. Still, it was nice lying there listening to his grunts and groans, feeling his sweat drip onto her and his teeth bite into her shoulder blades. She zoned out briefly, fantasising that this was against her will and she was powerless. Reality intruded, though, as she felt the tremendous pressure of his upper thighs pushing into her buttocks, as his cock tried to reach her ovaries while it injected her. After her own orgasm, this was perhaps her favourite time during sex. All too quickly though, her lover collapsed on her. She rolled out from under him and pressed her back against his front, draping his arms around her until he got the hint and enveloped her.
They shared a companionable time like this in silence. After a while, it became a little uncomfortable. The silence just highlighted the fact that they had nothing in common apart from desire. Eventually, this discomfort prompted Julia to roll towards him, kiss his nipples and grab his wilted member. Since she didn't love him, she'd continually resisted his nagging to take him in her mouth at this stage, to speed up the process. A little embarrassed, her lover rolled out of range.
"Damn it, girl, guys my age need time to recover."
Disappointed again, Julia rolled onto her back to let nature take its course. From experience, she knew subsequent sessions this night wouldn't approach the sheer raw animalness of the first session, which had clearly ended. To cover the uncomfortable atmosphere, her lover dared asking some questions that intrigued him.
"Who was that on the phone last night, Jules?"
"That was my best friend, Jenny. We've known each other since high school. I'm sorry I took the call, but she's in a bit of a state at the moment."
"Oh yeah, why?"
"Um, her husband caught her cheating on him a couple of weeks ago. He packed his bags and left. Jenny went chasing after him. She rings up most nights to make sure I'm okay, but to be honest, I'm more worried about her. I don't think he's going to forgive her and deep down she knows that. In fact, I think it's driving her insane. Last night she kept asking me if Tom was here. I mean, I went out with a Tommy in high school but I haven't seen him since then. Like I say, she acting very strangely."
