An Indecent Obsession. Mudrooroo
There are mirrors all about too. Hurry up and get undressed and while you’re at it I’ll have one of those beers too.’
I got into the spa with her. The suds almost covered us, but her breasts were just above the water. I handed her a beer and laid back, letting my body relax, for a moment, though my toes were out seeking her. I poked between her legs then left my foot there. She didn’t complain. We settled back contentedly sipping our beers. Finally, she turned around and leant against me, between my legs and her hand came around to my cock which was half erect. She massaged it a few strokes, then slipped it into her. She moved about and wriggled until I came. I got out for another beer. When I came back, I had her from the front. The water seemed to turn her on and at the end of our third time I felt her cunt contracting about my penis. This had not happened before, but after some more times with her, I found out that it was one of her few tricks. She consciously tensed her vaginal muscles. With Elaine this had been spontaneous and not just towards the end. Anyway in the spa was the first time that I had been satisfied with Darlene.
When we got out I continued to pursue her. I wanted it a little rough and threw her onto the bed. She protested, then lay down on her front and let me penetrate her from behind.
I was replete and completely limp and parroted: ‘A long necked bottle and a long legged woman and this room is paradise e now?’
‘E now?’ she queried.
‘Poetic license for now, most likely to keep the meter,’ I replied, somewhat put out that she had not read Fitzgerald’s translation of the Rubaiyat. I played with her nipples for a while, but she did not play with my cock, then it was sleepy time and we woke up next morning and went back to Brisbane a couple. She had reached her goal, but this meant more hassles for me.
I had graduated from her mouth to her vagina and now wanted both. I began to sneak about and find excuses to be in hotel rooms so that I could sample them. The office trysts ceased. She protested that they were tawdry and did not satisfy her, this after she had been the one that had initiated them.
Well, things could not go on this way as my wife would soon find out that I was having an affair and with whom. Darlene on her part wanted everything out in the open. She was to graduate soon. I hoped that things would hold up until then but Elaine ordered me out of the house. I left, spending the night alone in a hotel. Next morning, she came to my office and wrecked it.
This caused a scandal. The Dean then was Dr. Dan Wallis and he called me into his office and said that things could not go on as they were. I listened to him and said that they were being resolved. ‘Let them be resolved to the Department’s satisfaction,’ he replied, and that was that. Academics were given to prevaricating as much as possible while hoping that any discomfort would fade away without them having to do anything, but there was another aspect. He would make a report which would become attached to my personal file. I told Darlene this and she retorted: ‘Well, give me up. that’ll fix everything.’ then instantly changed her mind: ‘You can’t dump me just like that. No, we’re in too deep to pull out now.’ She went on like this, angrily and without tears. She seemed to take it personally and it was as if she had been called before the Dean and not me. The upshot was that I too prevaricated and let things go on as they were. She after all was fifteen years younger than I. I supposed that I was at that stage where I saw my life slipping away and reached out for what was available, but the professorship which I richly deserved, was now in jeopardy. I came to feel that it was kismet, fate and I could do nothing about it.
And so Darlene and I began living together. We found a brand new townhouse in Auchenflower which she liked, but I found sterile. I began filling it with Fifties bric-a-brac, which she went along with, even when I found a second hand clothing store with Fifties dresses and got her to wear them. She acquiesced to that too and was considerate enough until after we were married on the 13 January 2006, after she had been awarded her M.A. and was contemplating doing her Ph.D. She had her application in and thought that with an academic husband it was only a formality. She had forgotten about that addendum to my personal file. She was not awarded a place and blamed me for not backing her. ‘You’re ashamed of me and don’t want me with you in the Department,’ she whined. I tried to explain, but she wouldn’t listen. That black mark on my record would endure all through my academic career. I had not realized that from that first blow job my career would slow and seek closure. As I’ve said I’m not good at endings and so things dragged on until one day things happened, an event that set me on the track to this place.
I came home one Monday expecting her to be home and she was not there. The house had an empty feeling different from when she was merely delayed or out with her sister. I wondered from room to room, looking for evidence that she had come back and gone out again. Nothing! I became upset.
That weekend I had had a seminar to attend and she curtly told me that she wasn’t hanging around the house all by herself and was going to Stradbroke Island with her brother, Johnny, and would see me on Monday. I waited until eight o’clock and still no Darlene.
I was worried. She could have had an accident on that island or in the sea. It had some bad rips at some of the beaches and great white sharks. Unable to do nothing, although we weren’t getting on so well anymore, especially after her second and third application to enrol for a Ph.D. had been knocked back and naturally I was to blame because I was so weak and needed to be more assertive and go and see the proper people and what was the use of me and what was she doing with me and so on and so forth until I was glad to be out of the house, but this was different. It was she who was absent. I rang the police on Stradbroke Island. There had been no accidents that weekend. I thought about her parents or that sister of hers, but they didn’t like me and wouldn’t have given me any information at all. In fact, they would exult believing that at last their daughter had had the guts to ditch that public school lay about. They always thought the worst and were smug in their dreary public housing suburb. Well, I had worked harder than any of her trashy family, a number of whom bludged on the state and ate up my taxes. I then thought she had decided to stay another day. The weather had been fine. She had not told me at what camping ground, she would be roughing it in, but there wasn’t that many on the island.
I checked the kitchen to see if there was an address there. She hung about in there a lot and in the sitting room, in front of the television no doubt watching the day soapies, like hundreds of other women without jobs and on Prozac that calmed them down and made them receptive to trash. I had gotten her the prescription; but it hadn’t settled her and I supposed that what might have done the trick was a baby. That usually worked. After we were married she had high hopes that she would soon conceive, though from the first we had not taken precautions. Stupid of me of course, but why we continued to do so she didn’t say. Perhaps she wanted to get pregnant for she was jealous of Elaine and wanted to have all that she had, including kids. Well, thankfully she had failed at that.
I remember the time I was dragged with her to the Mater Hospital. As I had proved my fertility, she had had to check hers out. We waited and waited, while nurses came and went. Finally, they made her dress in a hospital gown and took her into another room to do whatever they did. They gave her an anaesthetic and did the needful. The results came after a few hours. Unfortunately they were a blow to her. Her fallopian tubes had suffered damage and were completely blocked up. No chance at all. This was another imperfection to add to her cockeyes and high roofed mouth. She was sterile and this relieved me somewhat, for I already had my quota of children and I did not want more, especially when our relationship was proceeding downhill even then. She mentioned adoption and even artificial insemination and I told her to wait. Once when she was sucking me, she took her mouth away, to tell me to save up my sperm. Why, as far as I could see, there was no chance that even if she was filled with sperm conception could occur, even if she had a major operation to open her up.
It was after this that her back pains began and continued. She went to doctors and chiropractors and masseurs in search of a cure. She could not do any heavy lifting or even housework and I had to do everything. Even sex became a chore, though it seemed that she had always found it that, for after our marriage it rapidly diminished and I suffered and had no relief from my suffering. This drove me to talk to her doctors about her back problems. A Dr. Arclay informed me that she told him that she had a long history