Chapter 3

It was a nice meal, but it seemed to drag something awful. I’m sure it didn’t. I just ate while they talked, so I got finished first. Then I just sat back and watched them.

Many emotions passed across his face. I saw joy and curiosity. I saw a little anger when he talked about the military, and happiness with the food. I also saw lust, even though he obviously tried to control that. I don’t know if she saw it, because it was in short bursts, usually while she was getting something on her fork to eat. I did not think we would have any difficulty enlisting him to our cause.

The ride to the motel was much quieter. Whether they had said all they had to say, or because there was nervousness, I could not tell. I knew Heather was nervous. I knew her emotions were churning. As for him, I expect he was more curious than anything else. I was pretty sure he had no clue as to what was actually going to happen. If he had, he would have been manic.

Then we were in the room, and Heather said we should have stopped to get some alcohol, or soft drinks. I said I’d go get those later. Then there was an elephant in the room. Jason sat in an arm chair, with his left leg straight and his right one bent. Heather sat on the edge of the bed, showing so much leg that I knew Jason could see her white, lace panties. I sat in the other arm chair in the room.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” she opened. “This is going to sound strange, because I don’t remember you and me talking all that much when we were teenagers. And I can’t explain why I feel this way, but it’s not a joke and I ... I...” She looked at me with anguish on her face. I took over.

“Let me tell you a little about what happened to Heather after you knew her in high school,” I said. “I assume you were aware that she was going with a jock and that there were rumors she was having sex with him.”

He nodded.

“Well, she was, but it was neither happy nor enjoyable sex. He was almost abusive. When she went to college she was a shell of herself and all she wanted to do was hide from men.”

“Dave wanted to go tune that mother fucker up,” said Jason. “He asked me to back him but I told him it wasn’t worth getting suspended or tossed in jail for. I told him if she needed help she’d ask.” He looked at Heather. “I’m so sorry. I feel like I let you down.”

“You didn’t!” she said, wiping at her eyes. I could see the emotion and passion rippling under her skin and I hoped she could wait until I finished.

“I met her and I had zero experience with girls because I came from a very rural area, and we met under circumstances where we were able to just talk for eight hours straight. We were in the university library when they closed and didn’t realize we were still there. So we just hung out in the library until the next morning.”

“Nice,” he said, looking at her.

“Cutting to the chase, she taught me how a woman wanted to be treated and I felt like I had won the lottery and it only got better after that. Before long we got married and she was so freed from her unhappy past that she kind of went wild.”

“You went wild with me,” said Heather.

“I did,” I agreed. “We got adventurous and did lots and lots of things we can talk about later, but one night, when we were lying in bed, and I asked her if she had ever thought about wanting a man who was bigger than me, your name came up.”

“My name?” He looked back and forth between us.

“She remembered walking past a room you were changing in and she saw you naked.”

“I remember that,” he said. “It freaked me out. I was sure she was going to rag on me, but she didn’t.”

“You were the only male she’d ever seen who had, shall we say, what she called outsized equipment. That’s how your name came up. And after she thought about it a while, she said it might be interesting to see what a bigger man felt like ... if it was the right man.”

“You didn’t!” he gasped. “You said that to your husband?”

She nodded and covered her face with both hands.

“She is only embarrassed by this because you are here,” I said. “We have always been avid to try new things. And to us, this was just another new thing. So we tried to figure out how this could be done in a reversible fashion. In other words, with a stranger we’d never have to see again after the deed was done. We even looked at swapping websites, but it wasn’t what we wanted.

“And then one night she said she wished she knew where you were, because she could do it with you and not worry or feel angst and so on. So we called David and he gave us your number and she called you and the rest you already know about.”

He blinked.

“Wait. If I’m hearing this right - and I have a ton of questions – A, you don’t mind if she does this and B... “ he looked at Heather, “you want to do it with me?”

Her head went up and down and she burst into tears, which I knew was just a release of emotion.

“What you are seeing are not unhappy tears, Jason. She’s been so worked up about this that she’s like a balloon with too much air in it. You’re seeing some of the air come out.”

He levered himself up and went to sit by her. She didn’t look at him and he leaned against her.

“Please?” she whined.

He laughed, and it turned into a belly laugh that required him to fall backwards onto the bed. She scrambled on the bed and half laid on him.

“Don’t you laugh at me!” she complained loudly.

He pulled her on top of him and just held her. When he finally stopped laughing he got her face over his.

“You scared the hell out of me with that kiss,” he said. “I was afraid you were going to ask for one of my kidneys for somebody close to you.”

“I kissed you that way because I’d been waiting so long and I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

“I know that now,” he said, patting her ass. “I’m going to believe John when he says this fits into what you two have going. Now. I have lusted after you since I was fourteen. I have thought of you more times than I can count while I was deployed, just dreaming about you being there for me when we got home. I jerked about three gallons of spooge out of my dick thinking about you. And now you ask me please, to do things with you? That’s why I laughed, Heather. I would never laugh at you. I was laughing for the pure joy I felt.”

She sat up.

“Do you mean it? You’ll do it?”

“I’m going to want a little clarification on what ‘it’ is, just to make sure I don’t go past whatever line you have drawn in your marriage,” he said.

“We can talk about that while he goes and gets us some booze and drinks and snacks. I’ve been traveling all day and probably smell awful. I need a shower. Can you take showers? Can you get your leg wet? If you can, you could help get me squeaky clean.”

“I’ll go get the goodies that are elsewhere while you explore the goodies that are here,” I said. “Normally, I would want to be here when anything happens, but I trust you and if I know her, a lot is going to happen later that I can have fun watching.”

“Wow,” he said. “I get to see you naked? I can die after tonight and I’ll go to hell happy.”

“No!” she barked. “You will not die and you will not go to hell. You will stay here, with me and John. This was supposed to be a one off, but I’ll talk to John and do what you said you do? Improvise, change and...”

“Adapt, improvise and overcome,” he said. “I will not ask for more than you want to give me. You have no idea how lucky I feel. I feel like it was worth losing my leg because of this.”

“Can you do it with only one leg?” she squeaked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You will not hurt me and I guess we’ll find out what I can and can’t do with this leg. They did not cover this when they put me through physical therapy.”

“I’ll be back,” I said. “You two can help each other get to the shower. If I see a maid I’ll ask for extra towels.”

I did not time myself. I felt at peace. We had found the man who would illuminate whether adding someone to our marriage would work or not. I was sure it would, but only because it was Jason. Had it been a stranger I know I would have felt very different. I knew they were having a ball ... maybe literally ... and I knew they were just getting started.

I got a pint of Jack Black, a pint of Johnny Walker Red and a pint of gin. I saw a kit to make sloe gin fizzes with – just add club soda - added a bottle of club soda and then checked out. Next I went to Walmart, which was nearby, and picked up four bags of chips, some cookies and some mini chocolate donuts.

Thus armed I returned to the room. When I walked in Heather was lying on the bed, naked, with white goo leaking from her pussy and Jason was sitting back in the arm chair, also naked, with his spare leg lying on the floor.

“I see he can do it,” I said.

“I love you, Honey,” she said.

“I know that,” I replied.

“I think I love you, too,” said Jason.

I looked at him and then craned my neck to look between his legs.

“Good grief, man,” I said. “Somewhere there is a pony who is missing his dick and I bet he’s pissed!”

“It has been my bane,” he said. “Most women can’t take it comfortably, even if I’m careful.”

“I can!” said Heather, proudly.

“She can,” he said, looking at me.

“Well, you can love us both, but she can have that part of you.”

“Deal,” he said.

“Where were we?” asked Heather.

“We were talking about how you thought of John as a lost puppy and you always had a soft spot for puppies.”

“Oh, yes. There we were, in the darkness of the library, on the top floor. We could see the whole town through the windows and he reached for my hand. He was so gentle, a lot like you, by the way, and suddenly I wanted to find out what it was like to be with a guy who wasn’t an asshole. So I seduced him.”

“Shit, girl. You could have seduced me back in high school and skipped the drama with shit-for-brains.”

“David told me you two jerked off together while you were talking about me. Is that true?”

“Alas, until tonight I would have denied it to my death. We weren’t queer. We just both thought you were the hottest girl in school.”

“You didn’t think it was weird that he wanted to ... have me like that?”

“I was thinking with my little brain back then, and it only had room in it for you. I knew he felt bad about it so I didn’t talk to him about it. One of us would say how good you were looking that day, or something like that, and it was game on.

“Do you want to masturbate while thinking about me now?”

“No, I do not.”

“Even if I let you see my boobies?”

“I have already seen your boobies and I’m holding out for more.”

“You just had more,” she noted.

“I’m holding out for more more. Why would I jerk off if there was the possibility of having more more?”

“Okay. Last offer. You get to see my boobies and cunny and you get to touch my butt, but that’s all.”