Strangelove
By: Rawiya

“And so Mr. Taylor, answer me, why is this so important now?”

‘I mean what difference does it make, does it mean anything…’

“Wot, I’m jus tired of yoo pokin’ fun at the man’s name, no biggie. Do yoo perceive it as somethin’ else?” Of course, he should, like he said why the concern now; that had to mean the Moder was on my brain.

“John, yeah, I do, I wonder why yoo think it is a big deal,” Simon said grabbing a can of ale out of the bag.

‘I seriously need to change the subject.’

“Simon why did yoo get that kind, yoo know I can’t drink that.” He had an alcoholic beverage; he was always trying to get me to break my sobriety.

“Calm down, love. I got yoo somethin’ that recoverin’ alkies can consume.” Simon bent down, looking in the bag.
 
I giggled, lying there on the bed watching my lover search for my drink. While doing so, my mind thought about Dave, my desired asshole, more like my desired piece of ass.

The feelings that were stirred earlier today had brought on a mix of emotions that I could not explain. If only this would have happened years ago, when the risks were not so big, there were not that many lives to turn upside down. Or was it better that it was occurring now, when my kid was all grown up, my Gela was accepting my relationship with Si and should go on and be okay with an occasional fling with Dave.

‘Who am I kidding what woman would be.’

However, I mean, damn, what we had was not a normal situation anyhow. Both of our wives were okay with the fact that their husbands sleep with one another, occasionally delving into some medium scales of bdsm, this setup was one that was different, unusual.

Such is the reason I think this would be okay to indulge in; the problem was keeping it from Simon. Simon would never be okay with someone else receiving the pleasure of my hardened muscle other than him, hell he did not even like Gela getting it.

‘Strange love it is…’

“Damn it, that fuck forgot to put it in the satchel for chrissakes. Baby, I’ll hafta go back and retrieve it…”

‘I need to make Simon completely forget about my interest in Dave…’

“No Si, it’s okay. I can jus drink some water or juice. I’ll call for room service afta I quench my thirst for the drink I love most,” I smiled, knowing that my dirty talk would make my man forget everything.

The expression Simon had on his face was one of a Cheshire cat. “Is that so my love, yoo want some of the natural “wine” that I have to offer…”

“Indeed, my dearest, come here and let me enjoy some will ya? I recall that the phone interrupted our moment sometime ago.”

“Shit, my love. I forgot about that. Yoo have such a fine memory…” Simon came over, stroking my head, combing the strands, making the hairdo look even more, messy.

“Of course I would when it comes to yoo. Now, lay back…” I commanded with a grin.

Simon obeyed, collapsing onto the mattress only to have me mount him immediately. I made a trail of kisses from the wrinkles on his forehead, through the valleys of that double chin, on down to the saggy neck and plentiful flesh he had on his chest.

All the beauties of a mature man were right there on display and although it disgusted me sometimes, I loved it nonetheless.

As I went downward, I uncovered every part, placing a light peck on each section. I wanted to drive him wild, make his mind numb. I knew I was good at it and now it would take that to make his jealous brain rest.

“Fuck, John, God’s” he breathed. I was now at his crotch, licking the outline of his dick through the denims. I removed his jeans. Once I got them from around his waist, I took his hardened length into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth whilst jerking the shaft within my palm.

Drops of pre-cum were forming on the bulbous head; I sucked that right away wanting to savor the salty flavor in preparation for the main beverage.

“Shit, baby, I swear yoo do it betta than anyone I have eva known. Jeezus John, where did yoo learn to give head so effectively?”

“Hey love, they don’t call me the anteater for nothing…”

Simon giggled, once more raking my hair in awkward directions. “More like vacuum…”

In response, I looked up at him, winking before swallowing him completely. Lightly, I grabbed his jewels, massaging them before squeezing, making him writhe uncontrollably.

“Sh…iii…ttt…John, ugh. Goddmanit…” he said holding my head tighter now. That meant he was close, I had him right where I wanted him.

I came up for air, “C’mon baby. Give it to me, yeah? Give me that sweet stuff, yoo now I love it, I crave it baby…”

“Fuck! JOHN,” he yelled as the volcano exploded onto my lips, coating them completely. I licked the contents before engulfing him entirely, allowing him to finish inside my mouth.

While doing so, my cock went rigid. The pain was affecting my brain, I needed to release just as bad; I would get that chance as soon as Simon’s implosion had worn off.

“Mmm, mmm…” I said repeatedly, again, meeting his gaze. Right then, I penetrated him with my finger, letting him know that I wanted permission to enter.

“Yes, love. Yoo want that doncha? I know yoo do,” he said enjoying my index exploring his not so tight hole. Simon had started to calm; the shocks had passed.

“Oh Si, now, yeah,” I breathed, raising up, taking my jeans off before tossing them aside only to hover over him again.

“Yes, my love. I want yoo there. Do as yoo wish…” he moaned stretching his legs open for me.

‘In control now, he is a goner…’

At Dave’s House…

“Jenn…I…” I could not formulate the words. Alan lay his head on my shoulder before looking around.

“Dave, why didn’t yoo eva tell me that yoo and Alan had this goin’ on, why did yoo keep it from me? Yoo know we ar open to this sort of thing.”

Alan said, “Jenn, it is not somethin’ that we thought to discuss. I mean Heb knows nothin’ as well so…”

“Alan shut the fuck up…” I said pushing him off me. I went to her, taking her hands into mine. “Baby, I did not know how to tell yoo. I mean, I know we like to play but I was not sure how yoo would react to that…”

“Dave why assume, just ask. I thought yoo were betta than that Dave, we have a marriage based on honesty; we ar always completely upfront with one anotha and our inhibitions. Jus how long has this been goin’ on?”

“Not long enough...” Alan chided.

Annoyed, I ignored Alan’s statement, “Almost from the beginning of the bands inception to the time this asshole departed. It is not important now, though because yoo ar my life; what he and I had was past…”

Jenn rolled her eyes, “That kiss tells me othawise. I don think it’s ova. I think yoo and Alan have things that ar lingerin’, that need to be discussed. Why don’t the two of yoo do that and I’ll go to mum’s for a bit.”

“Jenn, I…” I tried catching her before she left out the door. Before I could say anything more, she was gone.

As I put my hands a top my head, Alan came from behind holding me around my waist.

“Alan get off me, right this instant. As per usual, yoo have come into my life fuckin’ somethin’ up. Why the fuck ar yoo here?” I wriggled free walking about a foot ahead of him.

“I already told yoo, I needed to see yoo Dave, I want wot we had back. Heb and Jenn will jus hafta understand.”

“And why would yoo think that Mart and I would accept yoo back? Yoo left us and the band years ago, we have all moved on with our lives, even Mart although he does not have a partner right now.”

“Mart and I discussed this earlier in our call. Besides, Dave we had somethin’ special that needs to be re-explored; somethin’ real that I miss everyday.”

“Hmph, took yoo the betta part of fifteen years to figure that out? Get out of my life Alan, this is jus yor way yoo know. Yoo have always been known as a shit starter, that is wot Fletcher had always thought of yoo as…”

Alan chuckled, “He should talk…”

“Listen, there is nothin’ left to discuss, Alan. We ar ova, done, finished. My life is with Jenn now…”

‘That’s if she’ll forgive me afta this last episode.’

“And, with him,” I mouthed.

I had that certain someone on my mind right now that I wanted to be part of our existence. The tart still had precedence in my brain, even through the catastrophic events that were taking place.

Jenn said she would have accepted the strange setup I had with Alan although she was not aware of Mart. Did that mean she would be okay with my desire for John Taylor though? Seemingly, through her words I have taken that as a yes.

Such a perfect situation that would be too. John and I enjoying Jenn, together while he and I delight in each another’s affections. Not so sure if Gela would like that but like fatso, I could give a fuck about the rag doll.

Just the thought of the three of us having dinner then own special three-way, dessert made my slacks slightly uncomfortable. I seem to recall earlier that she would love to have John over for a meal. Moreover, she said she had some like for the tart, which would make this an even easier transition.

A strange setup it would be but yet oh, so pleasurable.

‘Strange love indeed.’

‘Shit…’

Suddenly forgetting that Alan was behind me, I took another cigarette from its case before lighting it. I put it to my lips savoring the flavor of nicotine while thinking of my man to be.

“Dave, what’s on yor mind love? I hope that yoo ar recalling those moments we had, my dear.”

Ignoring him, I continued to puff on the cancer stick, not even reacting to Alan once again placing his arms around my waist. I leaned back, imagining that it was John, rubbing his denim, clad crotch against my ass.

“Ohhh…” I moaned, while dreaming of him, separating my legs, only to push himself into my tight hole that had seldom been pierced.

“Baby, I love yoo, I want yoo back…don’t yoo understand…” Alan said placing a kiss on the side of my throat.

“Mhmm,” I groaned, thinking of the heaven that was now becoming a reality.

Yeah it would put a new wrinkle into my seemingly straight life on the surface but John was worth that and more. The chance to finally be with my desired tart was there for me to take and I would not allow anyone to disturb that especially the nitwit that was trying to slither his way back into my heart.

“Ohhh, John…” I said loudly not remembering that Alan was still hanging on to me like a lost child.

“Who, wot, John…yoo don’t mean that fuck that yoo and Mart met with earlier.”

‘FUCK!’

@Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved Rawiya

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