Chapter 5 begins immediately after Chapter 4.
========== Chapter 5: Meredith and Mena
Marcus and Natalie dropped her bags to the side of the front door and immediately shared another passionate embrace. "It is so good to have you home, baby," Marcus said.
"I've missed you more than you can imagine," Natalie replied. "So why don't you go wait for me in the bedroom while I go take a shower?" she requested in a lower, more seductive tone.
"I'll do that," Marcus consented. Natalie retrieved her personal hygiene items from one of her bags and headed upstairs to the bathroom, with Marcus behind her, tromping up with her luggage in tow. Natalie stripped down and climbed into the shower, turning the water on to a comfortable temperature. She sat on the floor and let the calming jets of water flow over her skin, her body wracked from the eight-hour flight. She ran her hands over her face and was shocked at all the piercings she had installed. With feverish speed she removed all sixteen of the small metal objects from her body and untied her hair, letting it fall all the way down to the shower floor. Ahh, that feels much better, she glowed. She felt like a different person, because she was in fact a different person. She had given Marcus some time with his slut on the way home; his wife needed some attention now.
Meanwhile, Marcus quickly fixed up the bedroom, making the bed and trying to remove any evidence that another woman had been there just three hours before. Not that she would have cared, but she deserved to be able to focus on him without thinking about another woman's presence in their bed. Of course, Natalie could care less, and Mena slightly more, but Meredith was the object of his attention right now, and he wanted to see her more than anybody. His desires were confirmed when he saw her standing in the doorframe, a robe wrapped around her piercing-free body and her hair hanging freely down to her waist.
"Meredith," he called out to his wife with extended arms, "you have no idea how much I have missed you..."
"I've missed you too, we all have," Meredith replied, wrapping herself in her husband's loving arms. "Well, except for that bitch Sergeant Kohlfield..."
"Who is folded up neatly in the bottom of a duffel bag, and I intend on leaving her there," Marcus retorted, addressing his wife's military persona. He had known about his wife's multiple identities since he had met her; hell, he had stuck by her when the military wanted to diagnose her as schizophrenic. Regardless of what mindset she might be in, it was never as extreme as some cases of MPD, where a separate personality does or says something that the 'main' person would not or could not remember later on. Meredith was merely able to adjust her mindset to the situation she was in: there was SSgt. Kohlfield, her hard-nosed, no-nonsense work mentality; Meredith was the woman Marcus had married: the devoted, faithful wife who always made love to her husband; Natalie was the slut inside her, willing to fuck anybody that Marcus would allow her to, male or female. Mena was kind of a middle ground, the best-friend mentality. When she and Marcus had sex, it was always hot and passionate, yet never as tame as Meredith's lovemaking nor as extreme as Natalie's whorish tendencies. They were as different outside of the bedroom as they were in it: quiet and reserved Meredith, loud, boisterous and stubborn Natalie, and the opinionated yet diplomatic Mena. Marcus knew well the traumas that had led to Meredith developing so many alternate personalities, but none of it mattered to him; besides, he liked having a woman he could relate with sexually, intellectually and emotionally without having to do all three at the same time.
Marcus gently kissed Meredith on her forehead as he guided her to the edge of the bed. Sitting down, he peeled the robe from his wife's body, revealing the ravishing body he so sorely missed lavishing his attentions on. His hands found their way to her shapely hips, and with almost a trembling touch he traced his fingers across her flesh, from her freshly shaven pubic area, to her taut, muscular abs, down her toned legs to her petite feet. On his way back up he tickled her behind the knees, which elicited a half moan, half giggle from Meredith. "Dammit, I was hoping you'd forgotten about that," she fumed.
"C'mon now, you know me better than that," Marcus said as he examined her smooth, tanned skin. "You sure got darker over there, didn't you?"
"Well, what do you expect from being out in the sun for sixteen hours a day?"
"True, but you don't have any tan lines... how'd you pull that one off?"
"Hmm... I'll let Natalie or Mena tell you about that later on. Right now, you belong to me, understood?"
"Fair enough," Marcus responded, his hands continuing their travels. He cupped her large, soft breasts and pulled one into his mouth. Meredith hissed through her clenched teeth at the sensations Marcus caused as he flicked his tongue rapidly across her nipple. She was getting extremely excited, and was having trouble keeping her feet underneath her. She pulled away from Marcus; she had to or otherwise she risked switching into another mindset, which was not what either of them wanted right now. She guided Marcus to a seated position on the bed, with his back against the headboard. Once she had him properly positioned, she sat in his lap facing him and slowly worked his sex into hers. As Marcus held her, he could feel tension throughout her entire body, and with good reason: she was tighter than Marcus had ever known her to be. Once she was comfortably mounted, however, she literally melted her body into his, clutching him to her as if it were the last time they would ever see each other. Marcus wrapped his arms around his wife and began to run his fingers through her hair. He started to slowly elevate his hips, but Meredith stopped him. "Please, don't move... just hold me. I just need to be held right now..." she whispered, a hidden tear finally falling from her jaw onto Marcus' chest. Marcus just pulled her even tighter into him, causing Meredith to put her arms around his neck and literally break down in tears. "I love you, dammit Marcus," she whimpered, "I love you more than anything else in the world. I just want us to be together. Is that too much to ask? To be together with my husband?"
"I understand how you feel, believe me. This hasn't been easy for me either. At least there you've got your friends and co-workers... I'm kind of floating by myself here."
"I don't want to go back over there, Marcus. Please, don't-"
"Now don't get to talking that nonsense. You're stronger than that; besides, two more months and you get to go back to Italy, do your clearing, and you're home again. For good, this time." Marcus sighed; he hated the idea of separating from her again, even if for such a relatively short time. "We've done eight months till now; let's enjoy this next month together, and do what we have to do from there."
Meredith sniffled and asked for a tissue. "You're right... let's just make the most of the time we do have together," she consented, guiding his face to hers by the ears and planting him with a long, slow, sensuous kiss. Marcus slid down the bed onto his back and pulled the covers over them. Husband and wife lay silently still, soaking in each other's presence.
Marcus awoke, feeling his wife's body upright on top of his. He could tell immediately that he was still inside her, feeling her wet warmth surrounding his manhood. He looked towards the window; the light from the sun was nowhere to be seen. "I guess we fell asleep," Meredith said, shaking her hair out. Marcus looked at the clock; it was 9:46 PM. He remembered getting back to the house around 2:30 that afternoon, so he discounted her shower and their lovemaking and guessed that they had been sleeping since at least 4. He looked up at his wife, whose face was now hovering over his with a playful look in her eye. "Let's play a little game, shall we?" she said slyly, grinding against his groin and feeling his cock throb inside of her.
"First off, I want to know how you got such a dark tan."
"Oh god..." Meredith groaned. "That was a deal with the devil. Another female and Natalie convinced a group of about seven male Soldiers to pull perimeter guard for us for an hour every day while we sunbathed naked."
"And dare I ask how you pulled that off?"
Meredith winced. "We blew them afterwards."
"Damn, woman! How often did this happen?"
"Every day... I told you was gonna come back with a tan; I had to do it somehow."
"I'm not worried about what you did; you know how to cover your own ass. Did you ever get sick at all?"
"No, I never swallowed. I don't know about the other girl, but I told them from the beginning, I'd suck them to completion, but I wouldn't swallow. They weren't complaining; at least they were getting some."
