February Sucks, Are You Better? Pt. 02

Authors note: I was shocked at the reception this got. GA's tale was what coaxed me to start writing here. I figured I'd finally give my Point of View on The Matter. But, a few things first.

The personality of James is based on most of my male relatives. Most of them are some form of military, with Jarhead being the most prominent. However, his personal affectations are based specifically on my step-sister, who was good enough to make it to some form of NCO.

She had this thing where she emphasized words verbally, and when she was dead serious about something, she would say Capital Whatever-Letter. It initially made me chuckle. She continued saying it, even after wearing it out, for a very long time. She once described it to me as her way to emphasize to the newbies that she was serious.

I figure in a situation where your wife has decided to become a cheating slut, that every point of information is serious business, thus I went with it. I'll dial it back, just a bit.

It's also influenced by one of my good friends who did Marine Recon in Middle America during the disassembly of the drug cartel in the early 2000s. His PTSD reactions are where I'm getting most of Jim's personality from.

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There had been a bit of a Kerfuffle, during which the occupants of my former base decided they had to engage in planning.

Linda sat there sniffling, while Dee held her, whispering into her ear. The Guys were looking uneasy. The other two women were staring holes through me. Scanning the club, I noticed Marc and his friends were watching over the club, trying hard to not look directly at me. However, I got the distinct feeling that they were waiting for something.

In between me conversing with Ellen and her friends, and looking out onto the club, I saw the group that was accompanying Marc thin out. The next time I looked away from Ellen and her friends, was when I was tapped on the shoulder.

I Hate being touched. It triggers something in me, a visceral, reactionary response. Many people don't understand this. I don't Understand it. My Shrink doesn't either. But we're working on it.

My hand whipped out almost before I was aware of it, and I just followed it, following through as I stood and pivoted. Unfortunately, I had just delivered a gut shot to one of the two security guards that had come over to tell me to leave. This merely incentivized them to give me a bit of rough handling.

Linda was still sitting at her table, but got up as I was 'guided' toward the door. However, she didn't move out from her place at the table. Ellen, for what she was worth, looked a bit indecisive as well. I couldn't see the Asshole, Mr Fabric. I was shoved unceremoniously out the door after taking a few discrete punches in the entryway, landing on the sidewalk on my hands and knees. That was followed by my coat being thrown on me.

After a minute or two, I got back up to my feet, and looked around. Well, shit. A block and a half to The Madison Hotel and my car. I waited around for a couple of minutes to see if either Ellen or Linda would emerge. Neither did, so I shrugged and started walking.

Ever since I had traded words with Linda on the floor about the status of our relationship, I'd been disconnected. When my guts had wanted to roll over from Depression, I'd kicked myself in the ass to keep my spine strong. I choked down all of the negative feelings that had come from her indecision. Now that I was alone and walking, I took a mental inventory, and realized I felt like shit.

However, there were the age old adage of:

"If they can't pick you every time without effort, then they aren't worth the effort."

She couldn't pick me without wondering. That meant that she wasn't what I thought she was -- what she had proven herself to be every day up to that point. The fact that she didn't follow me out, spoke volumes to me. Yes, I had told her it was over, but she obviously didn't feel that I was worth the effort. So, what to do? Keep on pushing. One foot in front of the other. Eat the elephant, one bite at a time.

I entered the lobby of the Madison, and headed toward the elevator. As I stood waiting, I heard Ellen call out to me.

"James?" she questioned. I turned around and studied her for a moment, before nodding. She was a good 10 feet away from me.

"Yes, Ellen?"

"You ok? I saw them manhandle you."

"Oh, that? Well, yeah. I am. I sort of deserve it. I punched him in the gut. He sort of deserved that. He touched me."

She nodded after a moment.

"So um... why?"

I sighed.

"I have PTSD. I'm working on it." I shrugged. "In public places, you have to announce when you are going to touch me." The elevator door opened, and then closed. "At home, it's completely different. I'm calm and relaxed. It's only people I know and trust that are there." I paused. "I can't trust Linda anymore, so... I can't live with her anymore."

Ellen's eyebrows rose, and she stared at me a moment.

"Why'd you let me touch you?"

"I was expecting it. I was aware of you and the situation." I paused. "Dee was aware of my... condition. Dave was just being an asshole. It's not the first time Dee got slapped for touching me." I shrugged.

"So, what are you going to do?" She asked.

"I don't know. Was planning on going up to my room, getting my things, and heading to my house." I turned around and pressed the button again. "You can come up if you like."

We were still waiting for the elevator when the rest of my former friends came walking in. Linda was nowhere to be seen. They stopped on the other side of the lobby, and Dave spoke up.

"Look who it is, Mister Flinchy himself." I turned around and just looked at him.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. Your slut got hit because she touched me. You all know the rules."

Dee's face went red, and Dave's features hardened.

"Fuck you, cuck. Dee's not half the slut Linda is being right now."

I nodded again.

"Yeah. Right now. Most of the time, she's at least twice the slut of one of the girls you can pick up on the stroll."

Dee gasped, and Dave looked ready to explode. I held my hand up.

"Don't do something stupid. Let's set this straight." I arched an eyebrow.

"You want to fuck Linda. Dee wants me to fuck her. Jane wants to fuck the lawn guy, Phil wants to fuck the cashier at his favorite gas station. Linda is fucking Marc, and I..." I looked over at Ellen. "Well, I have options." I shrugged and looked back at the group. "Everything clear now?"

There were some open mouths, some red faces, and even a scowl.

"I can't trust Linda, so we can't live together anymore. The house was mine when we got married, and it will stay mine when we are divorced." I cleared my throat. "I learned well from Kanye. I got a prenup."

I turned around and pressed the elevator button again, and this time, the car hadn't moved. I stepped in and offered Ellen my hand. She took it, and stepped into the elevator. We rode up to the floor my suite was on in silence. As the elevator doors opened, she finally spoke.

"Did you actually get a prenup?" she asked.

"Yeah. I did." I led the way to the room, and used the cardkey to open the door. I went about the task of gathering my small overnight bag.

"Seems a waste to leave the room for her and not put it to any use."

I shrugged, then awareness caught up and I stopped packing. I looked over at Ellen, who was standing in the entryway to the suite, raising the hem of her dress to show me that she was commando.

"Well, I can think of a way to use it." She continued.

I stood upright and moved with little hesitation. Next thing I knew, Ellen was pressed against the wall, our lips were locked, and we were busy tearing at each other's clothes. She got my cock free of my pants, I strepped her dress off, and I lifted her. She reached between us to guide me to her slit, and I shoved in as she locked her legs around my hips.

I was frantic in my movements, hammering in and out of her to the point where you could hear flesh on flesh. All I could feel was the molten lava of her sex gripping and sucking at my member. One of my hands went around her throat, the other squeezed her ass. My lips moved so that I could lick, suck, and bite at her torso, before I was kissing her again. All of my muscles were aching, my lungs were screaming, and my cock was throbbing. I then felt Ellen clamp down on me as she shuddered, her legs squeezing my hips, her fingernails digging into my back. I felt a streak of lightning race my spine from my brain to my balls, and I slammed into her one good last time before I exploded.

Next thing I knew, we were both gasping for air, and I had her pinned between me and the wall as I fought to catch my breath. I knew I had my weight leaning against her, and was squishing her a bit, but it was helping me to keep us both up. My knees were now composed of Jell-O, and I didn't trust myself with the task. Eventually, we were both able to get our feet once my legs solidified, and we both made our way to the bed before collapsing on it.

"Thanks." I said, my voice hoarse. I don't remember what I'd been shouting during our couple, but I knew I wasn't the only one who had been doing so. I knew it was foul mouthed, vulgar, and just plain... great.

"Thank you." She said between breaths. "Been a while since I felt like that."

I breathed a few more times before asking. "Felt like what?"

"Desired. Possessed. Owned."

"Same. Only in reverse."

"It was passionate." She said after a few moments. I merely nodded my agreement, before speaking a few moments later.

"I agree. Open to a lot more of that if you are."

"Really?" She sounded amazed, and I chuckled.

"Well, not right this instant. But, in the future." I finally stood up, and went back to packing, glancing over at Ellen while I did. She had bruises and hickeys forming on her neck and chest. Her lips were puffy -- both sets -- and her hair was in disarray. I felt the sting of where she had clawed into my back, where she had nipped my ear.

"How soon in the future?"

I reached over and picked up Linda's nighty, before moving so that I could use it to soak up the mix of my cum and her juices that was leaking from Ellen's pussy.

"Dunno. Maybe an hour or two." I paused as I tossed the negligee aside. "But, I don't want to be here when we find out."