The Past Is Behind
by Michael C. Keith
Genre: Humour
Swearwords: None.
Description: A young man faces his wife's past and won't leave it behind him.
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Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. – Swami X
Try as Gary Billows might––and he did with every fiber of his being––the image of his wife, Dory, having sex with previous lovers haunted his days and invaded his dreams. Reason told him that to pine away over the carnal experiences of his spouse before they were married was both unfair and ridiculous. Yet, the idea that other men had been intimate with her drove him to distraction.
However, the distressing visions were not without their upside. The image of someone having his lustful ways with Dory did turn him on. When this occurred––as it did frequently––he would immediately press her for sex. He had discovered that their lovemaking would relieve the angst created by the raw scenes in his mind’s eye . . . if only for a short time.
After one such libido charged encounter, Gary asked how often his wife had sex with other men in the rear position. Her answer surprised him.
“I’ve never had sex that way. Only with you.”
“Is that true? Really?”
“Of course, why would I lie about something like that?”
“Sweetheart, I love you so much,” gushed Gary, ecstatic that he’d been the only one to engage in doggy-style with her. “You were a virgin from that position, and I was the first!” he declared.
In the hours that followed, the images that had haunted him faded, but they invariably returned. When they reasserted themselves, they revealed his wife in the missionary position with other men. Again, those visions both disturbed and aroused him and intensified his intercourse with Dory.
“So this was your standard sex position with your other lovers?” Gary ventured, after a particularly robust performance atop his spouse.
“No, there were others.”
“Others?”
“Of course. We tried different positions. Doesn’t everybody?”
“Like what?”
“None of your business. Do I ask you about your previous sex partners?”
“Oh, c’mon. I’m just curious.”
“No!”
“Okay, don’t get your panties in a knot.”
Dory’s unwillingness to divulge the sexual positions she engaged in with other partners ate at Gary. At the same time, they fanned his desire to have even more physical contact with his wife.
“What’s going on with you, Gary? I’ve never seen you so horny,” observed Dory, as her husband pulled up her skirt.
“Just sowing my wild oats.”
“I’ll say!”
While sex with his wife temporarily reduced his anguish over her past indulgences, it began to have a less potent effect. The images of her past seemed to come back sooner and more vividly––Dory on top of her lovers, on the side of her lovers, saddled on her lovers, squatting on her lovers, spooning with her lovers.
Spooning? That would be having sex from behind . . . wouldn’t it? Did she ever do that? Did she forget to count that? Gary pondered.
He had to find out, but how? He considered a number of approaches to the loaded question and decided to bring it up in casual conversation rather than during or immediately following sex. When he believed the time was right, he broached the subject cautiously but with resolve.
“Do you like to spoon when we’re in bed?”
“Of course, I love it. Don’t you?”
“Absolutely . . . it’s very intimate.”
“I’ve always loved it,” said Dory, smiling dreamily.
The look in her eyes immediately aroused his suspicion. Is she recalling doing that with others? Gary wondered, his pulse quickening.
“Always?”
“Especially when it’s cold out. You can warm your butt on the person next to you.”
“Oh . . . ?”
“It’s such a good feeling.”
“And you’ve done this with others? I mean your former boyfriends?”
“What are you getting at, Gary?”
“That you did have sex from behind when you said you only did with me,” said Gary accusingly.
“Huh . . . what?”
“You can’t tell me you pushed your bum against your boyfriend’s crotch without it going further.”
“I told you I never had sex from behind with anybody but you.”
“Yes, you did, but . . . ”
“No, buts about it. Well, maybe a butt,” said Dory, with a slight snicker.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I never had regular sex from behind with anyone else.”
“What do you mean regular?”
“I had anal sex with other guys,” declared Dory, matter-of-factly.
“Oh . . . ”
Gary gave out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around his wife. For a while he felt okay about that.
Swearwords: None.
Description: A young man faces his wife's past and won't leave it behind him.
_____________________________________________________________________
Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. – Swami X
Try as Gary Billows might––and he did with every fiber of his being––the image of his wife, Dory, having sex with previous lovers haunted his days and invaded his dreams. Reason told him that to pine away over the carnal experiences of his spouse before they were married was both unfair and ridiculous. Yet, the idea that other men had been intimate with her drove him to distraction.
However, the distressing visions were not without their upside. The image of someone having his lustful ways with Dory did turn him on. When this occurred––as it did frequently––he would immediately press her for sex. He had discovered that their lovemaking would relieve the angst created by the raw scenes in his mind’s eye . . . if only for a short time.
After one such libido charged encounter, Gary asked how often his wife had sex with other men in the rear position. Her answer surprised him.
“I’ve never had sex that way. Only with you.”
“Is that true? Really?”
“Of course, why would I lie about something like that?”
“Sweetheart, I love you so much,” gushed Gary, ecstatic that he’d been the only one to engage in doggy-style with her. “You were a virgin from that position, and I was the first!” he declared.
In the hours that followed, the images that had haunted him faded, but they invariably returned. When they reasserted themselves, they revealed his wife in the missionary position with other men. Again, those visions both disturbed and aroused him and intensified his intercourse with Dory.
“So this was your standard sex position with your other lovers?” Gary ventured, after a particularly robust performance atop his spouse.
“No, there were others.”
“Others?”
“Of course. We tried different positions. Doesn’t everybody?”
“Like what?”
“None of your business. Do I ask you about your previous sex partners?”
“Oh, c’mon. I’m just curious.”
“No!”
“Okay, don’t get your panties in a knot.”
Dory’s unwillingness to divulge the sexual positions she engaged in with other partners ate at Gary. At the same time, they fanned his desire to have even more physical contact with his wife.
“What’s going on with you, Gary? I’ve never seen you so horny,” observed Dory, as her husband pulled up her skirt.
“Just sowing my wild oats.”
“I’ll say!”
While sex with his wife temporarily reduced his anguish over her past indulgences, it began to have a less potent effect. The images of her past seemed to come back sooner and more vividly––Dory on top of her lovers, on the side of her lovers, saddled on her lovers, squatting on her lovers, spooning with her lovers.
Spooning? That would be having sex from behind . . . wouldn’t it? Did she ever do that? Did she forget to count that? Gary pondered.
He had to find out, but how? He considered a number of approaches to the loaded question and decided to bring it up in casual conversation rather than during or immediately following sex. When he believed the time was right, he broached the subject cautiously but with resolve.
“Do you like to spoon when we’re in bed?”
“Of course, I love it. Don’t you?”
“Absolutely . . . it’s very intimate.”
“I’ve always loved it,” said Dory, smiling dreamily.
The look in her eyes immediately aroused his suspicion. Is she recalling doing that with others? Gary wondered, his pulse quickening.
“Always?”
“Especially when it’s cold out. You can warm your butt on the person next to you.”
“Oh . . . ?”
“It’s such a good feeling.”
“And you’ve done this with others? I mean your former boyfriends?”
“What are you getting at, Gary?”
“That you did have sex from behind when you said you only did with me,” said Gary accusingly.
“Huh . . . what?”
“You can’t tell me you pushed your bum against your boyfriend’s crotch without it going further.”
“I told you I never had sex from behind with anybody but you.”
“Yes, you did, but . . . ”
“No, buts about it. Well, maybe a butt,” said Dory, with a slight snicker.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I never had regular sex from behind with anyone else.”
“What do you mean regular?”
“I had anal sex with other guys,” declared Dory, matter-of-factly.
“Oh . . . ”
Gary gave out a sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around his wife. For a while he felt okay about that.
About the Author
Originally from Albany, New York, Michael C. Keith has paternal family roots stretching back to Clan Keith of Caithness and Aberdeenshire. A leading scholar in electronic media in the United States, he is the author of over 20 books on electronic media, as well as a memoir and three books of fiction. Much more about Michael and his publications can be found on his website: http://www.michaelckeith.com