GONE IN MINUTES # 7

Written by Vandemonium1

Edited by CreativityTakesCourage

Just another quickie, with no beginning and no end. A little vignette to celebrate the joy of writing. Feel free to add a beginning, an end, or anything in between.

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I glanced out of the bedroom window at Dave, my husband of sixteen years mowing the lawn. The sight of him in his blue singlet, faded old shorts, safety boots, earmuffs, and sun hat made me linger. He cut an impressive figure with his muscles bulging as he pushed the lawnmower up the slope of the bank. I continued to watch him admiringly.

My view from the upstairs bedroom window allowed me to see the entirety of our vast back lawn. We could afford to hire a small army of gardeners, but Dave liked to do his own; said it kept him grounded. He’d built a business from scratch and the turnover was now in the tens of millions, but no amount of wealth would ever stop him from mowing his own lawn.

His success meant I didn’t have to work outside the home and, even then, we had a cleaner come in twice a week. I am lucky to lead a life of comfort and leisure. Our two children, currently weekending at my parent’s house, attend a private school and when the time came, they would be able to go to the best universities in the land; but that was at least four years away. My chest ached with the love I felt for this man and the life we’d built.

I looked down at his muscled torso. A light sheen of perspiration had caused a dark line down the back of his singlet. The sight stirred a frisson of lust in my loins. I briefly considered getting his attention and gesturing him to come upstairs so I could encourage him to roughly fuck me the way he had last time but I stopped myself. I desperately needed a shower to wash away the evidence of my lover’s cum from my vagina and mouth.

Yes, that’s right.

While I’d supposedly been ‘shopping with my girlfriends’, Mike had been expertly drilling me. A deed he’d been performing several times a week for the last eight months. He’d been so demanding and forceful this morning that he’d almost rivalled my last session with Dave for the number of orgasms he’d wrung out of me. I looked down at Dave again, sighed, and thought what a pity it was that I’d made myself unavailable that day.

Maybe tomorrow before the kids returned, my vaginal muscles should have gone back to normal by then and no taste of Mike would remain on my tongue. The thought of one of Dave’s long slow cunnilingus sessions made me regret my trip into town even more. He could make the experience last for over an hour and bring me to climax after climax. When was the last time he’d done that?

I felt a chill run down my spine. Fuck! It was several months ago. True, Dave had been working long hours with the latest project at work, and I, too, had also been distracted, taking elaborate precautions to keep my affair secret. So distracted that I’d forgotten to keep my love life at home as normal as possible. The session where Dave just took me had been what? Three weeks ago? Four? He couldn’t know though; of that I was certain. If he ever did find out, the confrontation would be immediate and loud. That’s why I was taking every possible precaution and had a well-prepared plan ready to go.

Dave worked a long week. I didn’t work outside our home. Any family court in the land would give me primary custody and, if push came to shove, Dave would be tossed out, with me keeping the house, getting a very generous alimony and child support cheque while he begged me to see his kids every second weekend. He loved the kids and there’s no way he’d risk losing them. They were his reason to be. My plan was good, my future was secure, with Dave a part of it or not.

I loved my life. It was perfect. I had the loving, protective arms of a husband who catered to my every whim in life, and the thrill of a lover who catered to my every whim in the bedroom. I absolutely adored going to sleep in the loving arms of one and being screwed senseless in the arms of the other.

I dropped my skirt and panties while I looked out the window at my hunk of a husband. In my head I blended the love I received from him with the rough, unloving pounding Mike gave me and, of its own volition, my right hand idly found its way between my legs and rubbed my clit, the whole exercise made easier by the presence of Mike’s cum still leaking out of me. Thinking of both of the men in my life together was so dirty, so taboo, it made me super horny. I was so tempted to call Dave upstairs so he could add to the mess already between my legs but commonsense prevailed. It was a risk just not worth taking. I knew I could keep the best of both worlds, have my cake and eat it too, if I stayed as careful as I had been about my affair to date.

Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasise about it, though.

I stood facing the back lawn, my secluded backyard making me invisible to everyone but Dave. I took one step sideways, into the shadow of the curtain to the left of the window, shucking my top and bra. My free hand mauled my breast while I continued to enjoy the finger of the other hand rubbing in small, quick circles around my clit. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Dave’s tongue, lapping away, while the mauling hand was Mike, standing behind me, squeezing my breasts until they hurt while his generous erection pressed into my buttocks, prior to bending me over and just taking me. My breathing became laboured as one hand began moving quicker, the other rougher.

The sound of Dave’s lawnmower stopping brought me back to reality. Opening my eyes, I saw he’d finished the bank, he always started at the hardest bit, and pushed the now silent mower to the flat piece where the kids’ play equipment used to stand but that was now just flat lawn. I decided to keep my eyes open to better imagine Daves’s muscular form dominating me and kept going towards what felt like a pretty good orgasm. Dave pulled the rope to start the mower again and I renewed my effort to climax again.

I was distracted when the sound of the mower cut out again after only a minute or so. If Dave wasn’t mowing, he could be looking around, and if he saw me, he’d do what every other red-blooded male on the planet did when seeing a beautiful naked woman masturbating. Run to her, er, rescue.

Dave was behaving very strangely. He picked up the silent mower and moved it several feet to the right, started it again, ran up and down a couple of times, turned it off again, picked it up and repeated. It was so bizarre that both my hands stopped what they were doing.

After the third lift, Dave turned the mower off for the final time and pushed it to the concrete path before returning to admire his handiwork. For the first time, I saw what he saw but from a better vantage point. He’d mowed something into the back lawn designed to be read from exactly where I was now, the master bedroom window. I looked down.

SLUT

looked back up at me. Dave turned around and looked directly into my shadow, not a smile crossed his face. He stared unwaveringly into my eyes and then just shook his head but kept staring at me.

From that look and the condemning artwork, I knew several things instantly and beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Despite my best efforts, Dave knew. Knew everything and had known for a while. I’d been wrong, he wasn’t going to yell and scream at me then quietly sit there while I threatened.

He wasn’t going to leave the house and beg me to be able to see his children. No, he was going to stay right here with his kids in the house his labours had paid for. He was going to continue to sleep in his bed and mow his lawns. But there would be no more words of endearment or late night cuddles. No more compliments and open cheque books. No more romantic dinners or weekends away.

The best I could hope for was to be used as a cum dump whenever Dave felt like relief. I had condemned myself to a now loveless marriage. One that looked good from the outside and from the point of view of two teenagers, but soulless in its private execution. And it was going to be like this for at least four long years before Dave dumped my ass when the children left the nest.

Oh yeah, I could file for divorce but as I looked down at his short but ever so comprehensive message, I was certain Dave would be prepared. He’d had God only knows how long to prepare. He wouldn’t have carved out his brief but succinct message in our lawn if he wasn’t confident he would come out of a divorce well. You don’t build a successful business without learning about being prepared for all eventualities. I knew for a fact our vehicles were owned by the company. Had he done the same with the house? My guess was yes.

Worse, he’d have some photos of Mike and I, maybe even videos, to drag my social standing into the mud. Nothing like having a bit of leverage to keep me in line. Yay!

I also knew that from now until I lost the will to live, I would never be able to masturbate, or have sex for that matter, without this horrible scene invading my thoughts. I shuddered, realising my orgasm with Mike that morning was very possibly my last one for life. My lonely life.

In the here and now, as I felt as far from an orgasm as any woman in the history of womanhood, I collapsed back onto the bed, hoping that one day I would have the strength to sob.

THE END

Now lighten the fuck up. Let’s see how many people I can upset with this one.

A VERY ugly man walks into the bar with a big grin on his face and orders a draft beer.

‘What are you so happy about?’ asks the bartender.

‘Well, I’ll tell you,’ replied the ugly man. ‘As you know, I live by the railroad tracks. Well, on my way home from the bar last night, I noticed a young woman tied to the tracks, just like in the films.

‘I, of course, went and cut her free and took her back to my place. Anyway, to make a long story short, I scored big time! We made love all night, all over the house. We did everything! Me on top. Sometimes her on top. Every position imaginable!’

‘Fantastic, you lucky bastard!’ exclaimed the bartender. ‘Was she pretty?’

‘Dunno… Never found the head!’

Ah, necrophilia, you just gotta dig it.