Chapter 2

It took David forty-five minutes to complete his task, and Heather was still breathing hard when he called back.

“Yes!” she gasped.

“What happened? Did you have to run to get to the phone? It only rang once.”

It was at that point that Heather made another wild decision that would change our marriage.

“John and I just finished making love. When you told me you and Jason wanted to fuck me I got all turned on.”

“Fuck me!” he groaned.

“Did you find anything?”

“Are you naked right now?” he asked.

“If you tell me what you found I will answer your question.”

“Okay. Okay. I keep all my bills for tax reasons and they’re filed together with the return in a box I have. I went to the tax returns for two years ago and looked at all the phone bills. The numbers I called and who called me were on there. I know it was in the summer because he said it was as hot in America as it was in Afghanistan. Sometimes I make a note about a particular number and I put his name beside the number that called me in June two years ago.”

“That’s amazing,” she said.

“Now, answer the question,” he said.

“John is here and you’re on speaker, and, just so you know he and I have no secrets. Yes, I am naked. There is spunk leaking out of my pussy.”

“You bitch,” he groaned. “You’re killing me. John? Are you pissed at me?”

“Nope,” I said. “We’re cool. If she can come to me and ask if she can find a man from her past and have sex with him, your interest in her seems tame.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. After all, I got the benefit of the result of your conversation.”

“You’re a bitch, too,” he said. “I love both of you.”

He gave us the number and Heather waited until nine in the evening to try it. We didn’t expect it to work. It had been too long. She put it on speaker.

“Yeah?” a deep male voice answered.

“Is this Jason Thorpe?” asked Heather, her voice young.

“Yes. Who is this?”

“I’m going to tell you but I want you to know this is not a prank call. This is Heather Simpson, but you used to know me as Heather Rogers, David Rogers’s sister. Do you remember me?”

“Well fuck me to tears,” said Jason. “Of course I remember you. I think every woman I met for ten years got compared to you.”

“I think I’m honored,” said Heather.

“What can I do for David’s hot little sister? Sorry. You’re married, aren’t you. You have to be. There’s no way a woman like you wouldn’t have gotten snatched up. I shouldn’t say stuff like that to a married woman.”

“Actually, I want to ask you some questions. They may seem strange, and I’ll explain why later. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, Mrs...”

“To you I’m just Heather,” she said. “Okay. First, are you married?”

“Nope. No woman would have me for long.”

“Where are you? David said you’re in the army.”

“For another six months I’m in the army and then I’ll have a medical discharge. The lower part of my left leg got blown off by a mortar in Afghanistan.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Heather cried.

“Shit happens. I’m at Fort Sam Houston to get a shiny new leg.”

“Go see where that is on the map,” she said to me.

“I already know where it is on a map,” said Jason.

“Oh. No. My husband is here, too.”

“Where are you?” he asked.

“We live in Houston,” she said.

“Well, hell, that’s only a three and a half hours from me,” he said.

“It is?”

“Yes. Now tell me why you want to know.”

“I don’t want to go into details, but we want to visit you, and we hoped you could come stay with us for a few days. We got your number from David, but didn’t think it would work. It did work and now we find you’re that close. Do you believe in fate?”

“I believe this is weird as fuck, but my motto is adapt, overcome, improvise, so that’s what I’ll do in this situation. Why do you want to know if I’m married?”

“Well, if you were, we’d invite your wife to come stay, too.”

“I see. At the risk of pissing your husband off, are you still hot as a pistol?”

“She is,” I said.

“Warn me before you come so I can take precautions,” said the deep voice on the phone.

“What precautions will you take?” asked Heather.

“I don’t know. Put on three pairs of pants, maybe.”

Heather giggled. “When can we come?”

“They’ve got me in a barracks, but I can get a pass to leave for a while if I have sufficient help. You might have to listen to a nurse tell you what to do and all that.”

“I can do that,” said Heather. “Maybe we can go out to eat or something.”

“I’m up for that. I’m on my second PTB socket. That stands for something but it doesn’t matter. It usually takes three sockets before they get one you can wear for a long time without pain. I’ll be here another month, at least.”

“I’m so sorry for you,” said Heather. “I wish I could kiss it all better.”

“I can think of something you can kiss all better,” he said. “Sorry, John.”

“No offence taken. I’ll let her kiss mine all better in your honor.”

“Bitches,” said Jason under his breath. “Come see me soon. I can’t believe this. I actually feel good for the first time since I got injured.”

“I’m so glad,” she said. “and we will come see you. I promise.”

They hung up and she leapt to hug me.

“I’m so excited!” she squealed. “We found him! I can actually go see him! This is almost like a miracle!”

“Calm down. Let’s sit and review.”

“I want to sit on you while we review,” she said.

I lay there comfortably as Heather slowly moved her hips toward my face and then away. She was firmly impaled on my cock but she wasn’t actually trying to have an orgasm.

“We found Jason,” she said. “I already know him and trust him. I know we said no friends, but I barely know him and he lives three hours away. That beats the hell out finding a stranger.”

“True,” I said. “We can go see him on weekends and get a motel room so we can stay overnight in case his schedule makes it hard to find time to be with him. I’m sure they take him here and there and do X-rays and who knows what.”

“Yes!” She said. “That would give me two days to explain what’s going on. He may not believe me at first.”

“I can talk to him if you want me to. It might be less stressful if I do it.”

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

“Now,” I said. “What to do about David.”

“David,” she sighed. She sped up. “I should definitely not feel like I do when I think about him.”

“If he thinks about you the same way, and nobody else knows, then what’s the harm?”

“I can’t fuck my brother!” she moaned.

“I’d watch that in a heartbeat,” I said. “I like him a lot.”

“You are not being helpful,” she complained.

“You can sit with him, like this, and talk it all out.”

She leaned down and I thought she was going to kiss me but she bit my lower lip and pulled it.”

“Oww!” I complained.

She let go and her face was right on top of mine.

“If you make me fuck my brother, I’m going to let him do it bareback and I’m going to let him cum in me.”

I wasn’t going to “make” my wife do anything. I might suggest something, but she only did what she wanted to do. The problem was, she wanted to do almost everything. She even had me go in her anally one night. She had read up on it and had gotten lube. She didn’t like the initial penetration, but once that was over, the in and out part titillated her. She said she’d never cum from it, but it felt okay. She never asked me to do that again, but if I pushed a fingertip in her while she had a penis in her vagina, that was something she liked very much.

I was sure something was going to happen with Jason, especially since he was so close to us. I tried to imagine her with a one-legged man and didn’t know if she would have the stomach for it. Thinking about doing something is sometimes very different that actually doing it. I was prepared to support her, whatever happened.

I should probably say something here about being willing to share my wife with another man. The stereotype of a man like that is that he’s a wimp and isn’t strong enough to keep her and all that. I don’t know if that’s true about other men, but it’s dead wrong with me. I do not intend to ever give her away, or let her go or any of that crap. She’s mine, and I intend to keep it that way until we are old and gray. For me, what excites me about her being with somebody else, at least in my mind before anything actually happened, was that I wanted to see her having fun, being stimulated, cumming hard and screaming with joy. I love to see her excited, whether it’s from teasing men or from role playing. When she’s excited, she wants to make love with me. I was quite sure that as soon as Jason, or David, or whoever got off of her, she’d want me to get on.

So, I hoped that whatever happened with Jason would get her excited. And I felt the same way about David. I didn’t care that he was her brother. All I cared about was that she liked him and he wasn’t a threat to her or our marriage. So if she got excited by being with him in some fashion, I would get my dick wet.

There are those who would say, “John, you’re going to get your dick wet anyway. The woman is a nympho.” Those people are right in the sense that I look forward to no deficit in sex in the next decade or two. Heather is not a nymphomaniac, though. A nymphomaniac will have indiscriminate sex anywhere she can get it. That’s not Heather. She is thinking about one other source of sex, outside our marriage, and possibly two, but I do not expect her to start asking if she can go troll bars for a constant stream of new guys to plunder her juicy pussy. I think once she finishes with Jason, whatever form that takes, she will be satisfied that she knows what it’s like to “cheat” on her husband and she needs to have no more lessons. I wouldn’t classify David as more lessons. He’s family. He’s special.