MEMORY
By
Donna M.
Only well after the steady, rhythmic beeping ceased its rhythm did anyone react…
“How did we let everything get away?”
Bill didn’t answer immediately, just gazed off into space. Finally he said, “Can either of us truly answer that question, Janine? Like they say; shit happens, and then you die.”
“I don’t want to die,” I told him. “You’re not supposed to die with things undone.”
My sweet ex-husband, who I still loved with all my heart, looked at me and said, “We may not like it, but most people die with things undone.”
I said, “You never remarried, and I thought that was a shame.”
“Why? You know I still had some wild oats to sow; I wasn’t going to get hitched again.”
“Yes, I remember your wild oats. You thought I didn’t know you were fucking my sister? Damn it, Bill; right under my nose!”
“And what a pretty nose it was,” he said with a chuckle. “I let that crazy sister of yours seduce me, and damned if I didn’t think I was God’s gift to women.”
“You fool. You never did figure out she just wanted to mess with me. It wasn’t about you.”
“Well, that may be, but I enjoyed the fringe benefits in the meantime.”
“Didn’t last long, did it? Pretty soon you were coming back to me, on your knees, begging me to take you back.”
“And I loved you for doing just that, but the best part was that I wasn’t the only one on my knees. You were always partial to doggie style, weren’t you?”
I laughed at that. “Yeah, it’s always been my favorite position, and you always knew just how to get my clit vibrating like a damned tuning fork.”
“It didn’t vibrate just for me. I seem to remember catching you on your hands and knees with that FedEx driver; the day I came home sick from work. At least it cleared up for me why you ordered all that crap from QVC and other places.”
“What did you say earlier about the fringe benefits of screwing my sister? Well, Joe the FedEx guy was quite a good fucker; good stamina to keep things going for a long time. You could say he had a fine ‘package’ and knew how to ‘deliver’ the goods.” I found myself laughing at my own puns.
“See, no matter what we ever said or promised each other, we couldn’t help ourselves.”
“I think we could have if we had tried hard enough.”
Bill sighed, “Things undone.”
“Huh?”
“Those were your words before, something about not dying with things left undone.”
“That’s us isn’t it? We never saw things through. We didn’t close the deal. We left ‘us’ undone.”
He said, “Is it too late for us?”
“Is that a proposition I hear?”
“Only if that’s what you wanted to hear, Janine.”
“What if it was?” I said with a smile. “The FedEx man has a different route now, so you’ll do.” I led him to the bedroom where we undressed in silence. I crawled onto the bed on hands and knees, looking over my shoulder at him. He had risen nicely as I knew the sight of my willing ass would do. It always had.
He sighed again and said, “You’re dripping. Has it been that long?”
“Only long if you mean waiting for you,” I purred.
On his knees behind me, he entered me slowly. “You’re still a tight one, hon.”
“Stop the fibbing. Just fuck me like you know how.”
He held my hips firmly as he slid in and out of my hungry vagina. Bill always was a fast fucker but somehow he smartened up and knew I needed it differently this time so he went slower, making long and leisurely thrusts. He leaned over me and reached around to grasp my breasts. Thrust and squeeze. Thrust and squeeze. By the time he lightly pinched my nipples and began thrusting faster, my orgasm quickly grabbed me and dashed me against the rocks like a strong tidal surge.
“It’s gonna be a big one,” he muttered before he started to cum. I felt every glorious tremor as his cock exploded within me. I think he was right; it was a big one, at least as far as I could tell.
As we lay together, spent yet satisfied, my leaking pussy and the resulting creampie confirmed his ardent load. “Are you done, or can we get Wet Willie here to sit up and beg one more time?” I asked while rubbing my fingertip up the underside of his cock.
“Jesus! Wet Willie! Can’t you ever stop with the silly nicknames?”
“Why, don’t you want to visit Cunny Cathy again?” I replied, followed up by a hearty laugh. Even with all our tumultuous history, I felt happy being in bed with him again.
“You’re impossible,” he sputtered, however his cock was slowly responding to my touch. ‘Slowly’ was the operative word; he wasn’t the instantly stiff young man I married anymore. It took awhile. He wasn’t a sweet man anymore either, saying “Your sister would have given me a blow job to get me hard.”
“You want my sister? My cell is on the nightstand. Call her and see if she’ll come over.”
“Naw, she won’t do anal.”
“You bastard! How do you know I will?”
“Because you always wanted it up the ass. I figured you had some nerves there connected to your clit somehow.”
“Why are you always so crass?”
“Why are you always so difficult?”
“I’m not difficult. I got you hard again, didn’t I? Thinking about my ass?”
“Is that a yes?” he said, the frown turned to a smile.
He surprised me by getting between my legs and teasing my anus with his tongue-tip. I laughed; his dick got even harder with the promise of anal sex. The tongue thing was for lubrication, I knew. He made sure plenty of spittle remained at my sphincter.
Shortly, he spooned behind me and eased his cockhead into my anus. He was right, I did love it anally, so I wasn’t a virgin by a long shot but it had been awhile; therefore I lost my ability to breathe when he pushed all the way in. Once I could breathe—and talk—I urged him deeper and harder. He obliged, holding my ass in his capable hands and pounding into me like a jackhammer. At the same time my fingers were massaging my clit, all the while wondering if there indeed was a connection. I didn’t feel the usual ramp-up. My orgasm simply exploded deep within me, the convulsive waves radiating warmth outward throughout my body.
Bill groaned, “Oh God, Janine, you’re milking me.” Then I felt a different kind of warmth spread, this time in my rectum.
The remainder of the afternoon we chatted, argued, reminisced, and argued again.
Later, while still in bed he said to me, “Are we leaving anything undone?”
“Do you still love me, after all this time?” I asked as my answer.
“I’ll always love you,” he said, and that was good enough for me.
“Oh, Bill!”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep the signal went on and on, unwavering, incessant, as people entered the room. Unlike what might have been with someone else, the activity wasn’t quite as frantic.
“No code, correct?” one white-coated figure said to another.
“Correct.”
“The old girl must have decided to finally let go,” said a third person.
Soon the activity slowed to routine. A young woman, new to the job, asked, “Is her husband still alive, you know, to notify?”
One of those wearing a white coat shook his head. “No, he passed on quite a few years ago, but she always talked about him,” he said, and then pondered for a moment before continuing, “Ah, the memories this woman had! I guess they didn’t always get along, but oh, the way she talked about her husband.” He shook his head again as he slowly walked from the now-quiet room.
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© 2012
Donna M.
One of my favorite songs is by the rock band Redemption, called “Memory”
You can hear it on YouTube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUxKta_ml8g
Caution, it’s not the blues or a cute little ballad. Lyrics are below.
We always gush about fond memories, yet like in the song, we often are haunted by them—loves lost, things left undone, unsaid. Thanks for reading.
“Memory“ (Nicolas Van Dyk)
I still remember the sound
of your voice calling out my name
And I still remember my face examining itself, knowing things would never be
the same
I still remember your smiling face across a crowded room
And I still remember, through the weathering of time, that first embrace that
sealed our doom
Your eyes stare at me, from every storefront
And your voice calls to me from every restaurant
And your laughter pierces me as I stand beneath the open sky
And your absence murders me as I sleep perchance to die
Seems like to escape is what I ought to do
But every road I take brings me back to you
I am frozen in the moment
clinging to your memory
and I don't
Want the ignorance that a spotless mind would bring
but I'm
Scared my dying breath may be your name
It's just like I sang to you - everyone knows that we live in a world
Where people give bad names to beautiful things
And if it's really true that people should leave once they've
Got what they came for, I certainly hope that you're holding it close to you
now
I still remember the sunlight on your face that warm November day
And I still remember, my heartbeat quickened by desire, unaware of prices I
would pay
I still remember the closing door the night we said goodbye, and I still
Remember losing you for good and knowing that a part of me had died
And I still pray that things will be alright
and I pray you'll think of me tonight
And I know somehow I'll be alright and I hope that you're the same
I am frozen in the moment
clinging to your memory
and I don't
Want the ignorance that a spotless mind would bring
but I'm
Scared my dying breath may be your name