My face was in the bed cover and my backside was in the air and the shame and embarrassment of being on full display only heightened my desire so when the head of his penis touched my tight anal sphincter I slid my knees further apart to allow him easier access.
Whatever he had pent up inside him he could no longer hold it at bay. His first thrust into my rectum was merciless and irresistible, his rigid unmalleability requiring no clearing of the way. I had never allowed anyone to enter that place but I welcomed him without hesitation. This was no gentle investigation, he hurt me with every powerful thrust and he knew it. It didn’t stop him, even when I cried out in pain, he just went faster, building to some moment of complete annihilation. And then I felt him release all his frustration in one final jolt. Not a series of jerks and shudders, just one single shot that went through me like an assassin’s bullet, his hands digging into my waist, his hips pressed flush against the backs of my legs.
He fell on top of my back and I collapsed under him. His hands slid under my stomach and he squeezed me. Not once had he shown me any affection, never had he kissed me on the mouth. Our joining had always been a physical act of need and pleasure and exorcism, but in that moment I felt his genuine gratitude and that was enough.
He rose and sloshed out of me and I knew there would be soreness and probably bruising in the morning. I can’t say I found the sensation of that act enjoyable but the urgency with which he had wanted me was thrilling. And the relief I saw on his face now that he had rid himself of whatever demons plagued him, left me elated.
Neither of us said a word. He left the room and I heard running water in the bathroom. When he returned, I had dressed and tidied myself up, although I suspect I still looked like a woman who had just been savagely fucked. I smiled at him and thanked him for fixing the shelf.
He nodded and told me he was worried about work. They were restructuring and he was afraid he might be out of a job. He had a young family to take care of and things were looking bleak. It was such a boyish thing to worry about, that he might not be worth loving if he couldn’t offer something in exchange. I walked over to him and put my arms around him and spoke into his ear as I held him. I told him I would help him in any way I could, in whatever way he needed. I had money left over from my husband’s passing that he had left me instead of his second wife for some reason (most likely out of guilt) which I hadn’t touched (most likely for the same reason) and he would have time to find another job and no one would need to know. I felt the tension leave him and he rested his head on my shoulder for a second or two. Too proud to accept help from anyone else but never too proud in front of me.
He thanked me and left and a day later my daughter called me in high spirits, telling me she had overreacted and her husband was over the slump, back to being Old Reliable and steadfast as ever. In the end, he kept his job and life continued as though there had never been a bump in the road. He had merely fallen asleep at the wheel and all he needed was someone to nudge him awake.