From time to time, I receive emails from readers with story ideas or requests. This story was based on one such reader email. The names have been changed...
There's also a reference to events in my story, "Revenge in Advance: Mona."
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Mike Johnson wondered what he would find when he finally reached the home he shared with his wife, Amy, a woman he had not heard from for over a year, even though she knew where he was. As he stared out the window of the cab, he thought back over his life.
He lost both his parents at the age of 17 in a tragic auto accident, and became an emancipated minor with the support of his next door neighbor, who happened to be a county social worker. Fortunately, his parents had set up a trust fund to make sure he was well-taken care of. It wasn't a huge amount of money, but it was enough to take care of his needs. He was also in great physical shape and played football in high school.
He was popular with his classmates because he had his own house, which was paid for with his inheritance, and he was considered to be an all-around nice guy. His father taught him to be a gentleman to the ladies and how to control his temper. When he died, he was a hand-to-hand combat instructor and had taught Mike well.
He graduated high school and went to college at the University of Florida. In his third year of college, he met Amy, who was in her second year.
They dated a few times, but he felt like something was missing so he didn't call her after their third date. About two weeks later she called.
"Hey, Mike," she said. "What's going on? I haven't heard from you for a while. Is something wrong?"
"I don't know, Amy," he said. "I just don't think we're a good fit, y'know?"
"That's not true, Mike," she said, disappointed. "I think we're a great fit. Please, can we try again?"
"Okay, let me think about it," he said. A week later he asked her out again.
This date was completely different. They had had sex on their original dates but this time was so much better.
"Wow, baby, that was great," he said after a mind-blowing orgasm. "Where did you learn to do all that, and who did you practice with?" Amy laughed.
"My roommate gave me some tips and I've been practicing with a vibrator," she said.
They continued dating until he graduated with a degree in economics. As they celebrated his graduation that night, he asked her to marry him and she said yes. The wedding was set to take place after her graduation.
He stayed in the area so he could remain close to Amy and got a job with a local investment firm. They married in March 2001. At the time, he was 22 and Amy was 21. Things were going great for them, but the world changed that September.
On September 12, 2001, he joined the Army. Thanks in large part to his father's training and his constant practice of martial arts, he became a Ranger. During this time they made a great couple, and were happy newlyweds. He kept the house he had inherited from his parents in Columbus, and the two stayed there. Amy was able to get a job as a paralegal in town.
By the time his training was complete, the U.S. was neck deep in Iraq, and he was shipped off for a 12-month tour. A month into that tour, he was promoted to sergeant and made a squad leader. After that tour, he came home but nine months later was ordered to Iraq for another 12-month tour. By now, he had re-enlisted and was promised a duty station of his choice upon returning from Iraq.
Predictably, Amy wasn't happy.
"Why do you have to go back?" she asked. "I need you here with me."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I've been given orders. I want to stay here with you, too, but I don't have a choice in the matter." He held her as she cried into his shoulder. "After this tour I'm supposed to be able to choose my next assignment," he told her, hoping it was a promise he would be able to keep. They made love well into the morning. What Mike didn't know is that would be the last time he would be with her sexually.
Three days later, he was in Iraq. For the first month he got a letter from Amy every other day. He called when he could and always wrote back. But after that first month, he received only one letter in the next six months and had only been able to talk to her two times on the phone. What the hell was going on, he wondered.
After nearly eight months with virtually no contact from Amy, he was worried but couldn't do anything about it, so he did what many others did and counted the days until his tour was finished.
On a Tuesday morning, his Humvee hit an IED, killing four of the soldiers in the vehicle. As a result of the blast, he lost his lower left leg.
Three hours after the attack, a chopper was able to land and evacuate all the casualties. They patched his leg up as best they could and sent him to Ramstein, Germany for more surgeries and rehab. After spending three months in Germany, he was shipped to Walter Reed hospital for more surgery, more rehab, and a prosthetic limb.
It took an extra two months to learn how to walk with his prosthetic. Afterward, he was given a medical discharge and released to go home. Despite his best efforts, he heard nothing from his wife. By now, it had been more than a year since he had any contact with her at all. Was she even alive, he asked himself. And if she was, why the hell didn't she contact him?
He had tried calling her parents, but wasn't able to get any answers. He called his home and left messages. At least he still had power at his house, so someone must be there.
It was about 9:30 am when the taxi pulled up in front of the house where they lived. His truck was still in the driveway along with her car. He also noticed several other cars parked along the curb.
The cab driver helped him carry his duffel bag to the door after he extracted his large 6-foot 2-inch frame out of the small car. He heard noises from the front room and wondered what was going on. He carefully opened the door and walked into the living room, where he got the shock of his life.
There, on the floor, was a barely-recognizable Amy being gang-banged by six men. She was on her hands and knees riding one guy, another was behind her fucking her ass, and another was in front of her, shoving his dick down her throat.
At the same time, she was jerking two other guys off. The sixth guy was apparently resting up after having finished blowing his load into her. He took out his cell phone and began taking pictures of the action before him. The men fucking her heard the door open and saw the flash from his phone and looked up. After seeing him standing there, they grabbed their clothes and ran out the door.
Mike recognized them as he had seen them on base before, and two of the men had rotated to the States when he arrived in Iraq for his second tour.
Amy laid on the floor leaking cum out of both her well-fucked holes. Not recognizing him, she actually asked if he wanted a turn since the others had left.
