Chapter 13: And Then My Wife Said...

[THE RECKONING]

On the drive out of town heading home I had to recount what all had happened to me during this very eventful day. It was too much to wrap my head around. What was just my two good friends I shared sex with, furnace customers, turned into so much more experience including Branch and Fern. Deep from my past old mentors, supernatural, surfaced to be among the growing friends of shared sexual freedom. This was something literally, not figuratively, out of this world. And what was the strange glue bringing us all together?

And all through the day I was becoming what seemed to be something of an icon. Strange, made naked, marched into church, a procession in front of the clergy, I was to have sex with Branch who appeared for what reason exactly I didn’t know. I needed to talk to her a lot more. There was something afoot worrying me. I needed answers. I didn’t ask for or want any of the religious stuff especially in the nude, public fornication as they all prayed and sang, although with Branch it was awesome.

Now I had to face my wife and I couldn’t unload to her, I couldn’t explain anything so ridiculous with what would be considered cheating on her now in a much more monumental manner. Oh my GAWD, too much, too soon. I needed time and there was none to be had.

That church was huge filled with people watching me fuck! Are you kidding me?

She was in the kitchen when I walked in, seemed glad to see me. I gave her a hug and sat down. She turned to face me after working at the counter for a moment. “So, your friend Branch came to see me today.” I stopped wide eyed as she smiled at me. “Oh, Branch?”

I didn’t know what to say, “Uh, yeah. Well...” I waited hoping she would say something. “She’s very nice. I really like her. She told me a lot about you.”

As a rule my wife took time to get to know people and she usually didn’t hesitate to voice her opinion if she didn’t like someone. She was very pragmatic, always. “Yes, Branch is very nice. I think so too,” I added hoping for more from her. “I have to say I’m surprised you had a visit from her. What did you guys talk about?”

“Are you ready to eat?” my wife interrupted. “Oh, yes.” I hoped she wasn’t avoiding my question. After putting the food on plates then on the table she sat and began telling me about her conversation with Branch, telling it in what kept lengthening toward maybe the obvious.

I wondered things like what Branch was wearing, how my wife thought she looked, long ears and all. Branch was so obviously different, not human really. I didn’t imagine she was naked. I wondered what my wife thought about her presence, her amazing voice, so much more. “Branch told me about you at the dairy.” “Oh dear”, I thought to myself. “Now that is quite a story,” she giggled.

[I could imagine just about anything being discussed]

I took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “How come you never told me about any of that? Why would you keep it to yourself? It’s amazing, simply, really amazing!” “Uh, well...” I waited a pregnant pause but the stage was set. I had to talk.

“The truth is I was made to forget about the dairy pretty much. I really did forget. It was like a dream or something, kind of like the bad memories I had about childhood, didn’t want to remember how I was treated. I think that’s it. Because I was only at the dairy for about three months, maybe? All I remember is coming home and getting sick like the flu for about two weeks.”

“Really? It’s hard to imagine how you could forget a thing like that. Branch told me things about what you did and I love it.” “You love it?”