I had an hour to kill so I told my wife where I was going, I climbed on my Road King and head out to the reservoir to get my shit together and formulate what I was going to say. There is a spill way that the water management people would open from time to time to regulate the height of the water in the reservoir. When they opened it, the water crashed through with a force not to be believed. The water churned and splashed as much as fifty feet in the air. Despite the high energy the splashing water made, it had a calming effect on me. I got lucky and the water was roaring out of the concrete barrier.
At a quarter till noon I headed for the NCO club.
It was a Monday and only a few tables were taken. Apparently neither Greg nor Tomkins had arrived yet. I found a booth in a corner of the club that suited my needs and I ordered a pitcher of beer and three glasses.
At twelve thirty I was beginning to think neither of them would show when Greg stepped through the door, then right behind him Tomkins strolled cockily into the cool interior of the club. Greg's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, when he saw me he waved and slowly came over to my booth with Tomkins behind him. The tall guy's head was on a swivel alert for an attack.
I never really cared much for Tomkins. He was a braggart, a loud mouth and very much a womanizer, but as it turned out the gods had chosen the two of them so who was I to argue with fate.
I motioned for them to sit across from me. Before I could speak Tomkins mouth flew open and spouted.
"If this is about that whore wife of yours, well..." I thought Greg was going to slap him.
"Shut your fucking mouth Tommy." Tommy shut up and sat beside his friend. Greg turned to me. "Look Bill. I know we were out of line. It kind of started as a joke, or more like a dare, but one thing lead to another and when your wife opened the door naked...Well, things just took off from there. We shouldn't have done it and we can't take it back, all we can do is apologize."
Tomkins snorted. Greg shot him a look that should have killed him, but the bastard was too stupid to realize that Greg was pissed.
I poured beer into the two empty mugs and slid them across the table. Both took big gulps.
"I really didn't expect that Greg, but believe it or not I appreciate the apology and it's going to make what I have to say much easier. Despite being easier, what I have to say is still going to be difficult, but my wife and I have talked it over and it's clear what I need to do."
My wife told me everything that happened this past weekend." Greg started to interrupt, but I held up my hand. "Please let me finish and when I'm through you can ask or say whatever you want." Greg nodded, Tomkins sat there stony eyed.
It's is no big secrete that my wife was a prostitute before I married her. Most people just assumed and most, like the two of you assumed correctly.
"I had no illusions when I fell in love with her that she fucked GI's for a living and yet still I was willing to marry her. At that time I don't think I considered what the future held for my wife and I and right or wrong I figured what ever happened like most married couples we would either work it out or we wouldn't and the marriage would end."
"Hea eu and I have been having some difficulties in our marriage, the normal fights and arguments that most married couples go through. Lately though, our sex lives have been a major source of irritation between us."
"Now I've talked with my wife about this and we have agreed that the best solution that we currently have is for the two of you to keep fucking her whenever you want."
Neither man spoke.
I waited.
Greg looked at Tommy, Tommy looked at Greg, then slowly they both turned to me.
Tomkins was first to speak. "You want us to keep fucking your wife?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Whenever we want."
"Yes."
"Ok what's the fucking catch?"
"No catch."
Tommy shook his head as if a bug had crawled in his ear.
"Wait a minute Bill." Greg interrupted. "I'm thinking you put something in the beer that made me hear that you want me and Tommy to keep fucking your wife and we can fuck her whenever we want to. Just stop by your house, take her clothes off and fuck her."
"Well not exactly." I hedged.
"Ah ha!" Greg shouted loud enough that everyone in the club turned and looked at us.
"My wife has taken your 'no clothes on in the house' as the rule, so when you come over to my house she will be naked. She won't have any clothes on to take off."
"What?"
"You told my wife she can't wear clothes when she is at home, so now she doesn't wear clothes at home...ever."
"Why are you doing this Bill? Are you getting back at her for cheating on you?"
