This Is Madness

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."

Silence returned as they both retreated to their own thoughts. Hers were concerning the mental state of her best friend. His were, "If this weird woman thinks her friend is weird, do I really want to ever meet her?"

"It was Jenny that made us get together actually."

"Eh?"

"Yes, after she got a lover, she spent all her time raving about how fantastic it was. She got me so turned on I looked for and found my own. She was right. I was looking forwards to you and I going on double dates with Jenny and Peter. It would have been very naughty. However, before I could even tell her about you, her marriage blew up. I spent a few days having her cry on my shoulder and tell me that, although lovers can be fun, they weren't anywhere near worth the risk. She even made me promise to forget anything she'd ever said about them. I didn't have the heart to tell her I already had one. After a few days, she found out where her husband was and chased after him. Since then, I haven't seen her. I just get these increasingly weird phone calls. She'll be back soon."

Julia was about to suggest she introduce them, but remembered that her lover would be gone in two days. Her resolve was firm. As if on cue, the phone next to the bed rang. Julia saw that it was Jenny's number. She answered.

"Hello BFF, how are you travelling?

"No, don't worry about me.

"Yes Tom is fine, he's right here. How are you...?

"Okay, enjoy your dinner, see you Saturday. Bye."

She hung the phone back up.

"See what I mean? She can't handle talking about her problems, changes the subject every time or says she has to go. I'm going to have to do some major work with her when she gets back. Do you have any hunky friends? Maybe she could use some cock therapy."

"I'll see what I can do."

Silence descended again. Julia wanted to explore a new line of thought. Maybe she could quiet the demons of her conscience and still keep seeing Brent. If he did have a friend and he and Jenny got together, she could justify keeping Brent. After all, she couldn't let her friend go out on her own in her fragile state. Yes, things were looking up already. Once again, she rolled in and took his cock in hand.

"Speaking of friends, is everything set for tomorrow night?"

"Yes. John said he was in."

"Okay. I'm looking forwards to fulfilling two of my main fantasies. Is he, you know, small?"

"He reckons it's about five and a half inches and skinny."

"I suppose that will be okay. There's no way I'm having that monster of yours up my, er, bottom."

The look of pride on her lover's face made Julia smile. Unbeknownst to her, he'd always thought of his six incher as average, but the way Julia described it and the way it made her squeal, made him realise that he must be much thicker than average.

"Right. If you arrive somewhere between eight and nine..."

"Hang on while I turn the recorder on my phone on."

"Why?"

"So there's no question of rape later. Right. Go."

"Okay. If you arrive somewhere between eight and nine, I'll be upstairs pretending to be asleep. You two rush in and... well, don't take no for an answer, okay."

"Right, got it. I've been doing some research and it's quite a popular fantasy, apparently. So, let me summarise, no pain, no bondage, no gag. Did I forget anything?"

"No, that's it. So long as you avoid those and do that other thing we talked about, we'll be fine. So long as it feels real, I'm happy. No matter how much I scream and holler, just don't stop."

"The websites I looked at said we should have a code word. Something unusual. When we hear it, we stop straight away."

Julia thought for a long moment.

"No, no code word. I dunno, it seems like it would take all the realism out of it."

"Okay, if you're sure. It's your pussy, and ass, of course. Speaking of ass, how about a little preview for me now? I'll stop if you can't handle it."

"No. I told you, that monster is going nowhere near my ass, now or ever."

"But tomorrow... "

"Tomorrow is tomorrow. The only way a cock is going anywhere near the back door is if another one is already in the front."

"It seems unfair. I do all the setting up and John gets the prize."

"Just the way it is, Brent. Those are my conditions. Take it or leave it."

Julia was happy that he nodded, accepting what was probably a bluff on her part. Her partner wondered if that last statement of hers invalidated what was recorded on his phone.

"Now, go and wash the beast and I'll speed up your recovery a little."

Now that was one request from the strange woman that needed no thought. When he returned, Julia gave him one of her fantastic teasing blowjobs. Another reason she was worth the mental effort.

Once her lover was all fired up, he tried to tackle her onto her back and mount her again but Julia had other ideas. She knew from experience that unless she controlled this session, it would be a total washout for her. She restrained his lust by putting a hand on his chest, forcing him to stay on his back. She mounted him and forced his cock flat between his legs. In short but languid strokes, she began rubbing the top of her vagina along the top of his cock. Why hadn't she thought of this before? It was wonderful for her, but not stimulating enough for him to end it. He did try to push his buttocks into the mattress several times, to gain the verticality to penetrate her, but she just followed him down. After ten minutes of frustration for him, but ten minutes of rising excitement for her, she lifted slightly and allowed his entry. Immediately, her lover pulled her chest down to his, so that he, not she, could control the pace. Thus began the familiar race, one that she normally lost.

All their previous talk of anal sex had given Julia ideas. With her left hand, she grabbed his right forearm and slid her hand down to his wrist over her kidney area. Forcefully, she dragged it to where she wanted. Taking the hint, her lover took over. Julia felt one or two fingers rubbing around her vagina. Thus moistened, they moved two short but very significant inches towards the ceiling, following the track at the bottom of the canyon.

At that point, a memory very nearly ruined everything. She remembered the one time that her husband had licked her anus. It had led to a shattering orgasm for her at the time, but was never repeated. Why? Easy, because after she had calmed down, she'd called him a pervert and almost slapped him. To ease the tension, he'd made a joke of it. Saying that it was a design flaw in women that the playground had been put so close to the sewerage plant. In the here and now, it took a supreme effort on Julia's part to repress that memory, but she managed it by concentrating on purely tactile input. Bizarrely, Julia thought this was one advantage of having a lover. She would never have allowed this to happen with her husband, a man whose respect she demanded. With a disposable lover, it was acceptable for her to unleash her inner slut. Right back on track now, the slut in her crested the ridge and descended into one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. In her bliss, she was totally unaware of the man underneath her grunting his own climax and unloading a much depleted load into her. She remained oblivious as he rolled her off and spooned into her back. From habit, she filled her mind with inanities in an effort to fall asleep before the guilt made that impossible.

Julia was still drained when she was half-roused, hours later, by the alarm. Reaching over and turning it off, she relaxed again into Dave's powerful arms and luxuriously fell asleep again. This time, she slept deeper than she'd done in the eight months since Dave had been deployed. Again, she was half awoken when the man behind her came back from the bathroom. He slipped in behind her and with one arm over and one under, grabbed a breast in each hand. Julia pressed her back into him and, following the habit of years, felt his ring finger to fondle the symbol of their unity.