Midlife Woes

25. Jolene

As promised, he showed up at my house about five minutes after his break started, which means his ass was probably stalking my neighborhood. Sheila had left half an hour earlier to take her ass back to her house, where she was supposed to be working from home.

I’d already showered again and put on a tee shirt and some shorts without panties because the cooch needed airflow. The staff was off on Mondays, thank heaven, because I wasn’t sure what the hell was going to happen, and I have a tendency to scream when he’s trying to split me in two.

I made lunch just in case, but as soon as I opened the door, he was like a man on a mission. I lost my shorts somewhere between the door and the sectional couch in the TV room, got spread out on the edge of a seat, and fed him lunch.

Fed him my ass; he took what he wanted, though I can’t complain because his tongue helped ease the sting that was still lingering a little bit. Now, I used to be a cheerleader in school but it’s been a while since I did any splits.

So why did this man decide to spread my legs as far as they would go on that damn couch and think it was a good idea to force his hell cock into me like that? The only sounds in the room were my moans and the sound of flesh slapping flesh. No, that’s not accurate. My cooch was making those wet squeegee noises, and shit was dripping all over my white leather couch.

I thought for a second it was sweat from one of my hot flashes, but no, it was just my horny cooch letting him know she was enjoying it. That’s all well and good for her stupid ass, but I’m the one who has to deal with this shit.

You know, I can’t even tell if he’s cum or not because that tree stump he’s trying to kill me with don’t ever seem to get soft. It just plops out when he’s done and bobs in the air like it’s looking for something.

I covered my cooch and gave him the stink eye when he looked like he was coming back for seconds.

“You take your ass to work.” Now why did I point at his dick when I said that?

He laughed and helped me up, and I pulled on my shorts to help catch whatever the hell he had running outta me. Horse dick bastard.

“Why are you still walking like that? That medication was supposed to make it all better.”

“Really? Well, you just undid everything with that stunt. You want lunch or not?”

“I already had lunch, but I’ll take a snack.” He thinks he”s cute with that boyish grin of his.

We sat next to each other at the island and ate the Po’boys I’d made with sweet tea. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing that I know of why? What you plan to break now?”

“Nothing, you pain in the ass. I’m having your new bed delivered tomorrow. They’ll haul off the old one unless you want to give it away.”

“Shouldn’t you ask me if I want to get rid of my bed?”

“While we’re at it, get rid of the sheets too.”

I guess he was pretending he didn’t hear me. Is this normal? I’ll have to remember to ask my girls once he’s gone. I don’t remember ever hearing about women having to change their mattresses, but what do I know? I’ve never been divorced before.

“I’m keeping my bed.” Now, why did I say that? I could care less about the stupid thing at this point.

“No, you’re not Jolene.” I think this must be the first time he’s called me by my name.

“Am too. You’re not the boss a me.”

I thought I won that one because he didn’t say anything, just finished his sandwich.” You finished?” I almost smiled at my small victory when he asked this before taking both our dishes to the sink. He rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher, then dried his hands.

I yelped when he walked back over and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I started to grin because I thought we were going to have more sexy time. But he didn’t go to the couch this time. Instead, he pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and put me over his knees.

“What are you….?” Thwack. My mouth fell open in shock, and I reared up, and I looked back at him. He pushed my chest back down and continued.

Thwack, thwack, thwack. I lost count at five.

“The men will be here by nine.” He just stood me up and walked out of my house without a backward glance, like I wasn’t plotting how I was going to kill his ass the next time I see him.

What the hell just happened? And why am I horny again? I stomped around my house loaded for bear with nothing to do with myself. Something strange was happening because I’m used to days like this when it’s just me, but for some reason, I started feeling lonely.

Even after I gave the girls the scoop later that day, I was still out of sorts and didn’t even eat dinner because I just felt off. I kept checking the cameras and making sure the doorbell was working. I looked at my phone a hundred times because we’d eventually exchanged numbers at his house the night before, but he hadn’t called.

I started to call him and changed my mind a dozen times because why should I call him first? I went to bed and he still hadn’t called. I didn’t sleep a wink; I just tossed and turned. Then I got this bad feeling that maybe he was done with me, but that was before the men showed up with the bed.

He didn’t just buy a new mattress; he bought a new bed. A canopy bed like I’d always wanted, but Kevin said was dumb. It was a California king but looked much bigger to me, and my mind automatically went to all the fun we were gonna have on it.

He still hadn’t called by the time they’d hauled off the old one and set up the new one, and it was already lunchtime. He’d paid and tipped already, so they refused to accept anything from me. I expected him to call and ask how everything went, but crickets all day.

“That asshole jerk.” I decided that I wasn’t going to sit around here waiting for him. “Who the hell does he think he is?”

There’s nothing like having a one-sided fight with someone and spiting the hell out of them when they’re not there. You attack all their triggers in your mind and get bold.

Since he’s the jealous type, I took extra care with my hair and makeup. I pulled out an old summer dress that I hadn’t worn in years. White spaghetti straps, with a skirt that came to just above my knees, with yellow butterflies sprinkled all over the skirt.

I don’t know where the hell I was going, but I was pissed. I slammed out of the house and hopped into my Cabriolet with the top down, threw on my shades and turned my radio on loud.

I was heading out of town, minding my own business, when I heard the sirens. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that piece of shit strolling his ass in my direction. I put my car in reverse and was about to run his ass over.

That bastard stood his ground, took off his shades, and cocked his brow at me. Shit, dashcam, I can’t leave him as roadkill; more’s the pity. Once he realized that he wasn’t in danger, he continued walking.

“What can I do for you, officer?”

“Ma’am, you were speeding.”

“Was not. You’re a liar.’

“I clocked you doing twenty-six in a twenty-five.” How come I’m not mad anymore? Just two minutes ago, I was ready to flatten him.

“You wanna step out of the car?”

“No!” I folded my arms and looked away from him, and that bastard grinned.

“That dress looks kinda short; where exactly were you off to?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was on my way to meet a friend.”

“Male or female?”

“What’s it to you? Hey!” He reached into my car and put his hand under my dress.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“So?” My heart was beating me to death.

“You see that field over there? Follow me. If you drive off, I’ll put you in a cell overnight.”

He walked back to his car, and I almost gunned it outta there, but I didn’t put it past his psychotic ass to follow through with his threat. I followed him down the little dirt track in the middle of the field and came to a stop behind a line of trees.

There was nothing back there but an old wooden shack that was falling in on itself. Was he going to kill me and bury me out here? He came around his car and came to my driver’s side door.

“Step out of the car.” I got as far as opening the door before he cuffed one of my wrists, and before I could say anything, he had me laid back across the console. He did some magic trick where he put the other cuff through the door handle and clasped my other hand in it, leaving me at his mercy.

All I saw were his hands working on his zipper before I felt him pushing my skirt up around my waist, and then he was just in me. How did he know I was wet?

I tried, ladies and gentlemen. I did my best to stay out of this shit. I have never in all my born days been treated so disrespectfully. That’s what my head was saying, but somehow, my lower half seemed detached from my brain.

When he tore the top of my dress in half with his big ole ape hands, my cooch had the nerve to cum, that two-timing bitch. “You can ignore me all you want, but my pussy is still mine.”

I would kill you in your sleep, you bastard. “You better not say whatever you’re thinking.”

I told him to fuck off with my eyes, but he just laughed and kept pounding into me. When he pretended as if he was going to pull out mid-orgasm, I wrapped my legs around his ass and kept him in place until it was over, but I still wasn’t talking to him.

That’s probably why he bit my nipple harder than usual, trying to get a rise outta me. I squeezed down on that plank he had stuffed inside me, and he hissed and swore. That’ll teach you.

We had some sort of standoff, which I have no idea what the point was. He kept pounding, and I kept squeezing; when he gritted his teeth and started to spasm like he had the colic, I thought I had won; I finally had him. But that bastard went after my clit, and the cooch betrayed me once again.

You greedy heifer, you already came like four times, you couldn’t just let me have this one? He came long after me and was very pleased with himself. “Get off me!” With your nasty dick.

“I will when I’m ready.”

Hmph, whatever! By the time he pulled out, half of the Mississippi River flowed out from between my thighs. “Did you piss on me?” He just rolled his eyes and fixed himself, but he was all but smacking his lips while looking at my breasts.

“Take your ass back to work.” I tried covering myself with my arm, which he moved out of his way to get one more nibble on my tit. Then he marked me there, and cooch stretched and yawned like she was looking for seconds.

“How am I supposed to drive around like this?” my poor dress was in tatters. He pulled off his outer shirt then removed the tee-shirt he wore beneath it and pulled it on over my head.

“Wear that, and go home. If you go anywhere else, I promise you will not like the consequences.”

Who told him that I was his child? I don’t even talk to my kids that way. “Getting your ass lit up once didn’t help right. You keep playing.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were thinking it. Pain in the ass.”

I looked around for something to throw at him, but he gave me one of his looks, and I calmed down a little. At least I wasn’t as mad as I was when I left the house earlier.

* * *

He came home listento me, like we’ve been in a long-term relationship or something. Anyway, he came home later that evening and went right upstairs to look over the bed, then dropped about ten bags on my floor. “What’s all that?”

“Sheets. Did you throw out the old ones?”

“I forgot.” I didn’t, but I was in the mood for a fight. He eyed me for a minute, then shook his head.

“You did!” I do not like the fact that he knows me so well already. What exactly is his problem anyway?

“You staying here?”

“Where else? Did you eat?”

“I’m not hungry.” Why do I feel like a sullen brat?

He looked me over in the jeans and tee I’d changed into after taking my one-hundredth shower for the day. “Let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” He gave me that look of his, and I just went and got my shoes.

I looked over his head when he lifted me into his truck because I had no intentions of talking to him right now. “I read up on menopause, so I know you’re crazy right now.”

When I tell you, I screeched loud enough to raise the dead ten counties over. I tried jumping back down from the truck, but he wouldn’t move out of my way, and when I tried fighting him, he just held my hands behind my back and let me tire myself out. His words.

“You done? Because I worked all day, and I’m hungry.”

“You didn’t work all day when you had me back there in that field.”

“That was the toughest job of all.”

“Fine, then let me go back inside, and you won’t have to worry about it.”

“Jolene, sweetheart.” He kissed my temple. What game was he playing now?

“What is it?”

“I think I’m head over heels in love with you.”

Not now, cooch, this is not your part of the show. She was throbbing and doing handsprings or some shit while I was trying to get my heart under control.

I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words again in this life, and even if he didn’t mean it or things changed, it was still good to hear and to feel that sweet feeling once again after so many years.

I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest, where his heart was thumping away beneath my ear. It made me feel safe, listening to his heart like that. The mouth could lie, but that heartbeat was a whole other story.