“Aaaawwww Gaaaaauuuuudddd!!!!”

Despite what we believe, time is a constant construct. As humans, we have all decided just how long a second is, how long a minute and so on. So the longest hour of your life takes the same time as the shortest hour of your life.

Those employed in professions that live by time usually have a better feel for it, like bull-riders whose lives are defined in 8-second bursts or live audio disc-jockeys and producers who can sense when a break is needed for a commercial.

In this moment, a commercial break was exactly what Jack needed. But Millie just continued to pump away. Jack had to remind himself that he asked for this. He wanted this. He just didn’t really know what he wanted.

“Lord…God…please!!”

Jack wasn’t a religious man. He’s what could be referred to as a CEO Christian, only attending a church service on Christmas and Easter. And if he was being honest with himself, that was more a thing he did when his parents were around.

Church and attending service didn’t make you a Christian, he had decided after a history course in college schooled him to simple facts like the many visual interpretations of Jesus Christ were commissioned and fashioned after Italians and Englishmen when the Scripture clearly states he was born in the Middle East.

But where “I am” was from didn’t matter much in this moment. That Jack hadn’t tithed or brought anyone to Christ didn’t matter in this moment. He was technically on his knees and he just hoped his prayers would be answered.

“Oh my God!!!”

Millie just kept pumping away. They had found the strap-on together, but now Jack was beginning to think Millie picked it. It didn’t feel as small as it looked and it felt like it was growing. Impossible. Completely impossible and without reason, but Jack was beginning to believe anything was possible.

“I think…I think…I think I’m bleeding.”

Millie just kept pumping away. Jack tried to think of something else. That was always the advice men gave other men about ‘lasting longer’. To remove your mind from the action and focus anywhere else besides what was happening. Jack always turned to baseball. His first baseball game, at least the first one he chose to remember.

It was the only youth league championship he had played in. Actually, it was the only athletic championship he had ever played in. If memory served correct, he was on third base in the final inning representing the tying run. He couldn’t recall who was pitching, who was at the plate or what her face looked like. What they did on their honeymoon. He couldn’t remember anything except what was happening in this moment. He tried to look back, to see Millie and remember, but that only hurt his neck. He could definitely feel her though…

“Please, oh please, oh please. Please make it stop!!!”

Millie just kept pumping away. When she first was told about this, she feigned shock. But deep down, she wanted this. Every thrust was revenge for every guy who jumped on top of her and was in before she was ready. For every guy who didn’t check to see if her moan was one of pleasure or pain. For every guy who told her to stick her ass up higher and shove her head down further and they were just going to put the tip in, just the tip.

This was for every guy that used her. That hurt her. That helped create the stories her friends would break down and share after the third drink or when the hour got late enough to escape past the pleasantries and get to the real. For all that and more, Millie was taking revenge on her husband’s ass and loving every second of it.

“Oh. My. God. OH MY GOD!!!”

Millie just kept pumping away. Jack was waiting for the pleasure. He had always assumed there was some pleasure. When they were picking it out, the over-enthusiastic clerk at the shop mentioned different positions they could try so Millie would enjoy it as much as he would. They mentioned something called Kegel balls, which would hit that hidden spot he searched for and rarely found. He didn’t think anything was penetrating her during this, but she had to be getting something from this otherwise she would have stopped, right? I mean, why else would you do it?

There has to be some pleasure. That’s what he was thinking 15 minutes ago. Three months ago when he first came up with the plan to get Millie into the Adult Superstore with him. Over 20 years ago, when he first learned about sex, waking up to sticky sheets after dreaming about his middle school crush Christina. There had to be some pleasure…

“OK, Stop. Please. Oh God. Please stop!!!”

Millie just kept pumping away. Jack was still waiting for the pleasure.