The Beach House – Revisited

I’ve had countless requests to do another segment for a story I did at the beginning of the Summer (2011), and finally had the time and ambition to write something. For those of you who haven’t read the original story, I suggest you click on my ID at the top of the page, and read the first part, entitled, “The Beach House”. Without the background, a lot of this story won’t make sense.
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The Beach House – Revisited

Dave Keelson sat at the outdoor patio table, his mind completely lost in thought. He was reliving the months he’d spent at that secluded beach house with Mary Ellen Glasser, the woman that had rescued him from her lakeside beach, almost a year ago. For him, there were many warm memories of the time they’d spent together as he dealt with his amnesia, the result of having fallen overboard off his father-in-law’s yacht. While he had spent the year trying to regain his grip on life with his wife, Linda, Meg’s memory still haunted him.

“You haven’t heard a single word I’ve said, have you Dave?” his wife burst into his daydream. “Where is your mind now?” She looked at him quizzically, then her expression changed to one of realization. “You’re still thinking of that girl, aren’t you? The one that pulled you off the beach.”

The last year had been one of adjustment for both Dave and Linda, with the realization that theirs was more a marriage of convenience than one of love. He had married in hopes of accessing her father’s fortune, and she was someone that needed a husband to show off at the many social functions they attended. Over the lifespan of their relationship, they had come to a mutual agreement that allowed each one to exist in their own fantasy world while still maintaining an outward appearance of being a couple. It looked good to the rest of the world, but for the Keelsons, it was all window dressing. Dave considered their marriage to be an example of “quiet desperation” for both of them.

“Yeah, I guess I am” Dave confessed. “Nothing against you, Linda, but that girl showed me more warmth and love than either one of us has found in this sham of a marriage. But I made you a promise, and I’ll stick to it unless, or until, you release me from it. Still, I can’t seem to get Meg off my mind.”

“So why don’t you call her? Your heart certainly isn’t here, that’s for sure” Linda snapped, the bitterness in her voice unmistakable. “Just don’t let anyone find out that you’re fucking some sweetie on the side, and we’ll keep on doing things the way we have for the last seven years. God knows, though, why she’d want a guy like you. You’re about as much fun in bed as a wet blanket. I can’t remember the last time we made love that I felt satisfied afterwards.”

Dave thought about what his wife had just said, and had to agree with her. Even the sex between them was all show. He’d play with her nipples until the biological lust kicked in, then stuff his cock in her cunt and pump himself until he climaxed. After that, it was a case of roll over and go to sleep, for both of them. She inspired his desires about as much as a hand covered in warts, stroking itself up and down the length of his shaft.

“Linda, how long are we going to keep this farce going?” Dave turned to her, the frustrations of his mind leaching into his words. “It’s not working for me, and I doubt it’s any better for you. Wouldn’t you rather be with someone that you could share some real love with? It’s for sure that I’m not the man of your dreams, and I’m not so sure that’s ever going to change, for either one of us. This feels like it’s as good as our marriage is going to get.” Linda just stared at her husband, the words in her chest stuck there. She remained silent for what seemed like ages, then just as Dave was beginning to hope the peace and quiet would last, she caustically answered him.

“Dave Keelson, are you threatening to leave me?” Linda’s biting voice washed over him. “Because if you do, I’ll ruin you! When I’m finished with you, you won’t have a pot to piss in! If you think I’m going to tolerate the embarrassment of a divorce, think again. I’ll smear you from one end of this town to the other, long before I’ll let anyone know that this arrangement was anything but a real marriage!” With that, she began to rise up in an attempt to depart this scene of emotional conflict.

“Linda, sit down please” Dave commanded in a soft but firm tone. “This bullshit has gone on long enough, and it’s not doing either one of us any good. Shit, look at us! I’m in love with someone who might as well live on the fucking moon, and you’re becoming a dried up old cow! And the hell of it is, you’re an attractive woman – until a guy gets to know you. That cynicism of yours turns a guy right off. If it didn’t, you’d probably have potential lovers lined up from the front door to the far end of the driveway. Face it, me staying here with you isn’t doing either one of us any favours!”

Linda had resumed her seat at the table, and now studied her husband’s expression, seeing him in a way she’d never allowed before. He was right, of course, but maintaining this facade of theirs was more important to her than any reality she could imagine. The idea of being with a man she truly loved almost felt foreign to her; it was something she’d never experienced in her whole life.

“What are you proposing, Dave,” she began after a long silence, “that we both seek extra-marital affairs? I can just see the looks on all those people’s faces at the country club if it ever came out! I’d be ruined! That’s almost as bad as getting a divorce!” The look of horror covered her entire face.

“It’s either that, or we both admit that we’re prepared to let a part of us die inside, Linda. I, for one, am just not ready to lose something beautiful that I was allowed to have. Mary Ellen showed me a part of myself that I’ve become addicted to, and I don’t give a rat’s ass what people think or say. I want that feeling back again. Hell, I need it as much as I want it. How we maintain the facade of this bullshit farce is up to you, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I want to be with her again, and I’ll do whatever it takes to do that. How you deal with it is your problem.” Linda just continued to stare at her husband, the finality of his declaration slowly seeping into her brain.

“You’re going to leave me high and dry, aren’t you? You son-of-a-bitch! “ Linda finally screamed at him. “I’ll ruin you first, and that’s a fucking promise! I hope it’s worth it, just for a good fuck or two!” she spat venomously at him. He pondered for a minute before he answered her.

“Yeah, Linda, I think it is. If I stay here, you’ll kill my soul, and if I leave, you’ll kill my ambitions. One way or the other, I can’t win. But if Mary Ellen will have me, I do have the possibilities of being able to live with myself. That’s more than I have with you . . . isn’t it.”

His conclusion was more of a statement than a question. She needed to think this one out, but her heart told her that he was right. As she continued to stare at the man that sat across from her, her facial expression turned from one of anger to a look of understanding, then became one of acceptance. She was about to rant at him again, when he threw her a curve that she hadn’t considered.

“Look, I really don’t want to hurt you, Linda. If there was a way to make it all work, don’t you think I’d pursue it? You’ve looked after me, in your own way, for the last seven years, although I have no idea why you’d bother. But I am grateful for what you’ve given me, and I’ll always remember that part of you. It’s just that Mary Ellen has so much more to offer in the way of emotions, warmth, and love. I’d set you free if it was up to me, but it’s not. It’s your call, now. All I’m asking is for a chance to find some real happiness, and maybe for you to find the same thing I did. Can you understand any of that?”

Linda began to understand what her husband was really trying to tell her, and she found that her anger started to dissolve, to be replaced with the finality of the situation. Maybe he was right, and she might be able to find someone that truly loved her. But what that love would be like was far and a way a concept that she couldn’t comprehend.

“I guess, if that’s how you feel, Dave, there’s not much I can do to stop you, is there?” she replied in a soft voice that betrayed her inner pain. “You’re right, though. This marriage doesn’t work for either one of us. Hell, every time we’re in bed together, I get the feeling that you’re fucking me, but making love to her. It makes me so mad that I want to actually do physical damage to both of you. Long before I can cum, I just want you out of me. The thought of having an orgasm at your hand, so to speak, almost makes me feel sick. I guess that’s about the same as being raped, isn’t it?”

There were tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, but damned if she’d let them flow, and give him the satisfaction of knowing that she did have feelings for him. Despite her resolve, Dave Keelson saw those tears starting, and he knew, deep inside of him, that if she had ever let him see that part of her before today, they might have had a chance. But that was a case of “could have, should have, would have”, in his opinion.

“I’m out of here,” Dave informed Linda, “but if you have a change of heart, phone me? You know where I’ll be”, and with that, he stood up and walked away, not only from the table, but from a life that had become a farce, a sham, and a lie. Linda just sat there, watching the world of illusion that she’d created fall apart and dissolve before her very eyes. Despite her resolve, a single tear managed to escape, running slowly down her cheek as it built up momentum, finally dripping off her jawbone, and succumbing to the forces of gravity.

Dave slid into the seat of his car, an older model two-door coupe, started it up, then just sat there, thinking. Did he really want to walk away from the woman that he’d shared a part of his life with for all these years? Was Mary Ellen likely to take him back, to let him step into her life again, to give him the love he so desperately wanted and needed? The possibilities might exist in his mind, but were they realistic? He decided that there was only one way to find out, and he slipped the car into reverse as he backed out of the driveway, and into a life that was full of uncertainty and fear.

Mary Ellen Glasser stood at the sink of her kitchen, concentrating on the dish cleaning task at hand. Only a part of her mind was focused on her chore. The rest of her thoughts were of the time she and John had spent together, of the love they’d shared for those few months, and on the hurt and pain of being deserted when his wife had driven into her driveway that fateful day, changing the course of her life. She was both angry at the way things had turned out, and hopeful that she’d find someone else to replace the man she’d allowed herself to fall in love with. As happened most of the time whenever she allowed her fantasies to rise to the surface, she wondered if she could ever take John back, whether she could trust him again, or whether she’d ever get the opportunity to find out. Her reverie was broken by the sounds of her son crying for her attention, and the security of nursing from her breast. She put down the dishcloth, and went to attend to the three-month old boy.

“Okay, John-John, Mommy’s coming” she called out in an attempt to calm the youngster’s wailing. Picking her son up from his crib, she exposed one breast and presented it to her child, offering him not only nourishment, but a part of herself that she needed to give as much as he needed to receive.

“There, there. See? Mommy hasn’t forgotten about you” she soothed the hungry offspring, and cradled him in her arms as he began to nurse and suckle on her offered teat. His nursing had increased the size of her breasts to the point where she had considered a larger bra cup.