Chapter 32: Just Following Orders

December 7, 1991, Mason, Ohio

“Are you going to say anything? Or just sit there with your mouth hanging open?”

I took a sip of my Jack Daniels and swallowed.

“Sorry, that just kind of came out of left field!”

“Your wives haven’t cracked down on you, have they?”

“No, but there’s an issue.”

“I have rubbers,” she smirked. “I didn’t expect you to bring any.”

I chuckled, “Not that. I had a vasectomy a couple of months ago.”

“Oh, hell yes! Sex without a rubber? Finally! Get your damned clothes off! Now!”

I chuckled, “Not so fast, sailor! My wives have a non-negotiable requirement. A recent, clean, STD test.”

“How recent?”

“Since the last time you had sex or any kind of medical procedure. Or used IV drugs.”

“Yeah, never on that last one, so don’t worry. No medical stuff. And I had one after I was with John. My friend suggested it because I was with a cheater, and that was risky. Have YOU had one?”

“Yes. I get them a few times a year, and require all my partners to get them.”

“You’re still running around like a drunken sailor?” she smirked.

“Not quite! I’ve become a bit more selective in my old age! And I wasn’t exactly running around like a drunken sailor! I wasn’t that indiscriminate!”

Aimee laughed, “Let’s test that theory. How many new girls have you been with since you were with me?”

I had to think about it for a second. I was with her before I married, and that meant nearly six years had passed.

“Hell if I know, probably twenty, maybe twenty-five.”

“There are drunken sailors everywhere in awe of that count if it’s accurate!”

“Why would I brag? Most girls don’t take interest in guys who are with that many girls!”

“Perhaps. But I’m not interested in marrying you! I’m interested in fucking you! And I KNOW how good you are.”

“So one mistake and your rule against married men goes out the window?”

“Six months is hardly ‘one mistake.’”

“So why repeat it?” I asked.

“Isn’t that up to me? Not you?”

“Only if you think cheating was up to John and not you.”

“Are you just messing with me, or are you seriously not going to do this?”

“You’re sure this is what you want?”

“How can I be more blunt?” Aimee smirked. “I want you to fuck me as many times as you can, and I’ll let you cum in my mouth as much as you want! Specific enough? Clear enough?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Then, recruit, strip! Present arms! And fuck!”

I put down my drink and took hers from her. I stood up, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to the bearskin rug.

December 8, 1991, Mason, Ohio

“What are you thinking?”

“Whether or not I can fit you into my duffle and hide you in my stateroom!”

Aimee rolled over and moved on top of me, stretching her firm naked body over mine.

“I know a few people who might send out a search party for me!”

“Good luck finding you in the Persian Gulf!” she laughed.

She reached down between us and began gently stroking me.

“Sorry to disappoint, but you do have to fly me home today.”

She kissed me and then began to slowly lower herself onto me. When I was fully inside her, she began moving slowly.

“I have a couple of years to make up for, first!” she said.

“Six times last night wasn’t enough for you?” I asked.

“No!” she growled, grinding against me.

Thirty minutes later we were in the shower, washing each other. When we finished, we made breakfast, and after we ate, we cleaned up the fireplace room. I pointed out the spots on the bearskin rug, and Aimee got some upholstery cleaner and sprayed it on. We waited until it dried, then she vacuumed it and it looked clean to us, so I packed my bag and we headed for Blue Ash airport.

“Your wives aren’t going to give me any grief, are they? Or you?”

I chuckled, “I was just following orders, ma’am!”

“And you followed them very well, sailor!” Aimee laughed. “In all seriousness, I really, really liked fucking without a rubber. It’s like night and day!”

“I’m not going to disagree with that sentiment. I did find it amusing that you looked for the scars!”

Aimee laughed, “The first time I was blowing you? It wasn’t because I didn’t trust you; it was because I wanted to see what it looked like. I’m shocked you let some doctor get that close to you with a knife!”

“Most of my male friends were pretty freaked out by the idea. But I like the freedom to not have to use rubbers ever again. That alone was worth the couple of days of discomfort.”

“Your wives didn’t have their tubes tied or anything?”

“Well, Jennifer has sworn off men for life, so unless there’s some huge scientific advancement, she doesn’t have anything to worry about. Elyse did have her tubes tied because at some point she’s going to decide to find a permanent boyfriend. My wives didn’t because we talked about the vasectomy and agreed on it before Kara had her second baby. If you consider how I conduct my life, it makes way more sense for me to have a simple operation than for all of them to.”

“Wait, what’s this with Elyse?”

“Our original plan was to have a couple of kids, and then we’d stop sleeping together. Her plan was to find a long-term boyfriend, but not get married. In the end, she and my wives reached an agreement that she and I could continue to be together even after she had the kids. Elyse really wants to live in the suburbs, so in the future, she’ll very likely move out.”

“And take her kids?”

“Yes. It’s not ideal, but given she works for me, and is a part owner in the company, I don’t see any real risk of her going so far away that I wouldn’t get to see my boys regularly.”

“How can you be so mellow about that?”

“Because I truly believe each person needs to do what makes them happy, and should be free to do it. Is it what I would prefer? No. Is it something I can deal with? Yes. Kind of like what we just did. Would you have purposefully slept with another married man? I mean besides me?”

“No.”

“And this isn’t your ideal situation?”

“No, of course not!”

“And yet...”

“I did what made me happy,” Aimee said simply.

“And did you hurt anyone in the process?”

“Not even close!” she grinned.

December 8, 1991, Chicago, Illinois

“Aimee, these are Jesse, Matthew, Birgit, Michael, Albert, Stephie, and Ashley. Kids, this is Aimee. She’s in the Navy with Karl, Howard, and Clayton.”

“Hi!” the ones who could talk called out.

She knelt down to get hugs.

“Aimee, let me put your bag in the guest room for you,” Abbie said.

“Upstairs, please,” I said. “We’re still using that room for special guests!”

Abbie smirked and took the bag upstairs while Aimee was talking with Jesse and Birgit. I greeted my wives with hugs and kisses, and then did the same with Elyse.

“Have fun, Tiger?” Jessica asked.

“Why yes, I did.”

Kara arched her eyebrow and nodded slightly towards Aimee. I smiled and nodded. Kara smirked and shook her head, then leaned forward to whisper.

“What happened?”

“Long story,” I whispered back, then in my regular voice asked, “How were things here?”

“The usual. We went to karate, hung out with the kids, I graded papers and Jess read her medical journal.”

“Did you read any more in my journal?” I asked Jessica.

“Kara suggested that I stop reading right after the point where she decided to have sex with you again and wait until you were home to keep reading.”

“Probably a good idea,” I said.

“We had a good talk about her motivations and why she would do that, too.”

“Orgasms!” Kara giggled. “What else?”

“It wasn’t that simple and you know it!” I chuckled.

“Tiger, so you and Bethany... ?”

“No. We’re still not there and I don’t know if we’ll ever be there. We can talk later, if you don’t mind. What’s for dinner?”

“Italian. That place over by the University delivers now. We got a few different family-sized items, plus salads and bread.”

“Perfect.”

Two hours later, we finished our meal and I let Aimee know I needed some time with my wives. She smiled and went to play with the kids and talk with Elyse and Abbie, as well as Jennifer and Josie, who had joined us for dinner.

“So what happened?” Kara asked. “Aimee was pretty adamant about not being with married guys.”

“Aimee and you?” Jess asked. “Kara, how did you know?”

“When you asked Steve if he had fun, it was clear what he was referring to. It wasn’t Bethany. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t do that, even if she put the full-court press on him.”

I chuckled, “She did. We negotiated an armistice after she basically ordered me to have sex with her. I negotiated that we sleep together the way we always used to.”

“Whoa!” Jessica gasped. “You were naked, in bed with Bethany, and NOTHING HAPPENED?!”

“Correct. Not even a sexy kiss. I warned her in advance that if she tried anything at all, including so much as an ‘accidental’ touch, I’d get out of bed, put on my pajamas, and she’d never get the chance again. She behaved perfectly.”

“That was risky, Tiger.”

“Of course it was. Me being in the same bed as Bethany is risky. Me even being in the same STATE as Bethany is risky. By the way, she’s planning to come up for New Year’s and appeal the armistice agreement to the Supreme Court of Jessica and Kara.”

My wives laughed.

“But it’s not up to us!” Jessica protested.

“Sure it is, Jess,” Kara said. “Well, not the way you mean it. It’s up to the four of us. She’s not asking to fuck; she’s asking to be let back into his life, if you will. She requested to fuck so he doesn’t feel like he has to hurt her if he says ‘no’. But I’m pretty sure he’s not letting her get away with that.”

“Despite not having a PhD in psychology, I can read her pretty well!” I grinned. “So yes, I’ve called her out on that. And I’m sure that’s why she wants to talk to you two. I think I did a reasonable job of explaining how I felt.”

“We’ll worry about that in three weeks,” Jessica said. “But Aimee?”

“Aimee accidentally ended up in a relationship with a married man during her Senior year at the Academy. When she found out, she intended to break it off, but in the end, decided the sex and companionship were too good to drop. She hadn’t had much luck finding a guy who she both liked and could truly satisfy her. This guy could. Her take on it was, if she was going to willingly go along with THAT, then not sleeping with me was silly, given that she both liked me and the sex was pretty good. It’s not like she has many opportunities to meet guys when she’s deployed on a ship in the Persian Gulf. I was, well, a convenient friend.”

“That sounds suspiciously like just raw sex, which isn’t normal for you,” Kara said.

“No, that’s Aimee being realistic,” I replied. “She joked about putting me in her duffle bag and hiding me in her stateroom on the ship. But she was only half joking. The thing is, she, like Katt, realized that her career choice made a long-term relationship with me impossible, as much as she might have wanted one. The difference is that Katt had a handy guy who also happened to be madly in love with her.”

“I can see how girls in certain careers might have that issue,” Jessica said. “I was really worried about it. But you accommodated me!”

“Yes, but it’s very different from trying to follow Katt around the global skating circuit or Aimee to military bases. And Aimee would be even tougher, given she’ll deploy for months at a time, if not longer. Except for the first year-and-a-half when you were still in medical school, and then when you had those god-awful 36-hour shifts, I could see you every day. Well, when I’m not traveling. And we have a home, and children, and we’re not constantly moving from place to place at the whim of the government or the skating circuit.”

“And you were OK with Aimee’s decision?”

“Hey, I was just following orders! She’s an ensign in the Navy!”

Kara giggled, “I guess ‘present arms’ takes on a whole new meaning!”

“Or saluting!” Jessica laughed.

“Or ‘full mast’!” Kara added.

I laughed hard, “You two sound like Penny now! Did she ever tell you all the bad puns?”

“She did!” Jessica giggled. “So I guess Aimee got to test fire your new gun? The one that only fires blanks?”

“Yes,” I laughed, “and she was quite pleased with the action, recoil, and magazine capacity. As well as the ability to reload quickly!”

“See, you can do it too!” Kara giggled.

“And before you ask, I did follow the other rule. A friend encouraged her to get tested after the guy in Annapolis because he was cheating. And since then, she hasn’t been with anyone or had any medical procedures. And you can be damned sure she’s not an IV drug user.”

“So, how is she?” Jessica smirked.

“Athletic but conventional. Her on top; me on top; lots of oral. Pretty much my speed, if you know what I mean.”

“You almost sound like it was boring.”

“Not at all! You know me. I was just giving you dispassionate analysis. Do you want a play-by-play? Or perhaps a blow-by-blow?” I smirked.

“At some point, though, doesn’t sex get boring? Rote?” Jessica asked.

“He gets so much variety, that I can’t imagine that’s the case, Jess,” Kara said. “Think about you and me. We like to spice things up and do different things on occasion, but mostly we’re quite happy with his usual lovemaking. And we have each other if we need to really change it up!”

“Mostly happy?” I asked with mock concern.

“Yes, mostly!” Kara said firmly. “That’s why on occasion I want you in all three places in the same night, or why on rarer occasions we take out the toys. I’d be more worried about Abbie or Elyse, who only get you on one night a week, and always the same night. We have more options.”

“Speaking of which, I was gone for two nights. Am I going with Abbie tonight or with you two?”

“I don’t see why Abbie should lose her turn, so to speak,” Kara said. “Besides, in talking with her yesterday, I think you’re right about her and Jason. If they could figure something out, I think she’d like to have him as her boyfriend.”

“Tiger, how did things go with Doctor Mercer?”

I smirked, “She discovered some things about me that she didn’t know. I guess I never told her about Elyse and her toys. It’s the first time I’ve ever really shocked Doctor Mercer. Well, except for dropping the ‘Abel and Delilah’ bomb on her.”

“I’m not surprised to hear she’s digging deeper into your sex life. It makes sense, given the circumstances and what she knows about you.”

“It does. I’m still annoyed by that question about kids, though.”

“And I explained to you exactly why she has to ask that! You’ve admitted agreeing to have sex with an eleven-year-old. Granted, you pushed her off, and used excuses to get her past puberty, but the point remains, no matter what you were thinking or feeling, you DID agree to it. Add to that the fact that she was your little sister, and all signs point to a much higher risk of being an abuser.”