Thread: Daisy Mae & Simon (not their real names) WARNING: Obscene language. Adult theme. 375.

Marital infidelity had been around for just a little while before Simon and Daisy Mae (not their real names) met. Its causes are as numerous as its players. This anecdote contains a message for any who can see it.

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Daisy Mae’s husband, in front of visitors, said things about women such as, “Put sugar bags over their heads and they’re all the same.” He left it to her to chop the wood for their stove. He’d come home at around two a.m., after ten hours driving a smelly oil tanker, go straight up to bed, wake her and make her open her legs. Two nights a week he’d go off to the club, leaving Daisy Mae to her own devices. When he was home at morning- and afternoon-tea times, he would expect to be waited on, hand and foot, in the front room. And so forth and so on.

So it was not altogether surprising, when Simon came into their lives and began acting towards Daisy Mae in a courteous manner, that she began to feel a certain fondness for him.

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Some hours earlier, and for the first time ever, Daisy Mae had not donned a bra when dressing. Now she stretched, face-down, diagonally across the motel bed. She rolled on her side and gazed up at the younger man reclining against the padded vinyl head-board. The scooped neck of her duck-egg-blue cotton blouse bulged slightly outward.

He reached forward with one hand and tousled her curls.

‘What’re you waiting for?’ she said.

‘Mmmn?’

‘We didn’t drive all this way just to play hairdresser.’

‘Ermmn…’

‘Oh, for goodness’ sake, Simon. Here.’ She grabbed his wrist, plunged his hand into the gap between blouse and breasts, and eased his fingers against her willing body. He commenced a tentative kneading.

‘Are you always so shy about touching female flesh?’

‘No I’m not. But neither have I done anything like this before, with a married woman. My mind’s in a turmoil.’

‘I do hope you’re not about to start analysing. I thought the idea was to enjoy ourselves. That’s what we were doing at home the other night, when you kissed me while he was in the toilet.’

Simon mentally shook himself.

‘You’re right. D’y’wanna fuck?’