Mandi and I moved on to the military post into base housing and settled into a duplex on a corner lot with a lot of yard and a great location. We really couldn't have picked a better location. We were almost within walking distance of the Noncommissioned Officers Club (actually we were but Mandi wasn't much for walking). Half the duplex we moved into was occupied by Bob and Nan, a couple from a suburb of St. Louis.
We lived beside them for several months. Bob was a medic and was occasionally away on field exercises or special duty assignments. Nan stayed home and took care of her two little girls. They had a couple of dogs that got along well with our dogs and we were a casual set of couples. We grilled out together occasionally and went to the club a couple of times.
Nan always struck me as a bit of a prude. She always wore loose fitting, high neck low hemline clothing, never anything stylish, and they turned down invitations to go down to one of the local recreation spots by a river or the lake where you could swim and cop some rays. It really didn't bother us that much because Mandi and I always had a good time by ourselves anyway.
Sometime in the middle of July, Bob was away on one of his typical special assignments, gone for at least three weeks. Nan and her little girls came over to the house several times and had meals with us, and she and Mandi would sit outside and drink a bottle of wine after dark and the girls were in bed. It was one of these evening that stands out in my mind.
Nan and her girls had dinner with us, and later in the evening she put them to bed. Normally she would sit behind her side of the duplex in the back yard where she could hear if the girls woke up. This particular night she came back over behind our half and was sipping some wine with Mandi. I didn't find this really unusual, but noticed that there were at least a couple of wine bottles empty just before I went to bed. I made my good nights to both, gave Mandi a quick kiss, and went to bed, knowing I had to wake at 0500 and be on the physical training field at 0530.
I was seriously into a deep sleep when Mandi woke me with some gentle shaking. I thought something was wrong, and was immediately awake and bolted upright in the bed. She stroked my chest and told me to calm down, that everything was okay. I could smell the strong aroma of wine exuding from her. I wondered what was up.
She asked me, "Can you come over to Bob and Nan's house for a minute?"
When I looked at the clock, it read 0138 and I was not exactly a happy camper.
"Why do you want me to go over there at fucking O-dark thirty in the morning?"
She had this little sly smile on her face, and just replied, "Well, I can't tell you right now. Just slip on your robe on come over there with me."
I protested, but she reached down and grabbed a hand full of dick and balls and gave me a sweet, familiar stroke and smiled.
"Just slip your robe on and come with me."
While not a happy camper, I decided that this was something that should be investigated, and if it turned out to be total nonsense, I would have something to bitch about later. I slipped on my robe and followed her out the door, noticing that she was wearing a long t-shirt that she didn't have on earlier before I went to bed. I also noticed that there were no lights on either in our house, no back porch lights, or at Bob and Nan's house. Now I was really curious.
When we walked in the back door of Bob and Nan's place, the only light was from a couple of candles. It took me a minute to notice Nan sitting on the couch, and a second look revealed that she was also wearing a t-shirt, sitting on the couch with her legs curled up under her. Mandi opened a beer for me that I hadn't seen sitting there when I entered, handed it to me and gently guided and pushed me to a position at the end of the couch. I settled down and took a sip of beer. I decided I would wait and see if the two of them had come up with some goofy bullshit.
Mandi and Nan exchanged a couple of odd, half knowing, half conspiratorial glances and each other.
I sipped my beer and waited to see how quickly I could gracefully exit when Mandi said, "I want to tell you something."
Nan squirmed a bit, but looked steadily at me. She took a long drink from the wine glass she was holding, and her gaze was remained steady.
"Nan really likes something that Bob doesn't," Mandi continued, "And we need to do something about it."
I swallowed a drink of beer and demanded, "This is why you dragged me out of bed?"
Mandi stammered a bit, Nan squirmed a bit, and finally Mandi said, "Well, if you can calm down for a minute I'll explain."
Given the hour of morning, I wasn't really in a mode for explanations, and told her to hold that thought until I went next door to get me a beer refill.
Nan quickly asked. "You're coming back over aren't you?"
I told them both I would and went back to my place and grabbed a couple of beers. Knowing Mandi like I do, I figured this could take a while, so I had better be prepared.
When I went back to Bob and Nan's house, I walked into a living room with several more candles lit.
Mandi took my arm and guided me back to the couch, and told me, "Can you just sit here and listen to me for a minute?"
She wasn't exactly sober, but knowing her like I did, decided that I would humor her.
So I said, "Yes, so what ever you have to say I will be your captive audience."
"Don't be a shit," was her reply.
So I settled down on the couch and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
She hesitated for a minute, irritating me a bit, until she finally said, "Nan likes something that Bob doesn't."
Wow! I was impressed....again.
"WHAT?" I blasted back.
"Calm down," Mandi said, "And let me explain."
Well, my patience was wearing really thin, and I retorted, "Well tell me what the hell is going on and please don't take the rest of the night."
So Mandi continued, "Nan and I were talking about things, and while we were talking, I guess we started talking about some sex things, and while we were talking about sex things, Nan told me she really liked doing it up her butt. But the problem was that Bob thought that was a really nasty thing to do and really unhealthy and he wouldn't do it. So in all the time they have been together, she hasn't had it up her butt."
This came as an absolutely stunning shock, and I was floored with this revelation but urged her, albeit as casually as possible, to continue.
"Well," Mandi said, "I told her how much you like that and how it was pretty much no way I could do that for you."
True, I thought. She had some serious internal hemorrhoids that prevented deep anal penetration. I couldn't get three inches up her asshole, although occasionally if I got her to pound some tequila, she would get numb enough to handle about half my cock, if that.
