I would like... Unedited / Rough version, please forgive the writing mechanics.
Now I've been told that when men say "Your wife is beautiful," then she's beautiful, but when men and women both say it, she's hot. Well, Janet falls very much into the latter, but I think it's much more than her outer appearance, she's also a beautiful person to be around. She's one of those gals who, even in the grocery store, women will just arbitrarily say "You have the prettiest hair, I love your nail polish, Gosh, you are such a cute couple, etc."
Once while standing in a Wal-Mart check out line a forty something man just came out and said "I don't mean to be disrespectable what so ever, but you have the prettiest legs I think I've ever seen on a human." Now Janet is not the boisterous, "Hey look at me" type by any stretch. Actually she's one of those women who try to down play herself constantly, one who doesn't take compliments as genuine, almost as if she doesn't deserve it. I truly think it's because she was the middle child of three sisters, but what do I know. I do know that every day I tell her how gorgeous she is and how lucky I am.
To begin this adventure allow me to say something crazy obvious, a husband doesn't just wake one morning and say "Hey, I'd love to watch another man flirt with my wife," or "Hey I'd love to watch another man put his hands on my wife's ass," or how about "Damn, I'd love to watch my wife sexually experiment with another man with out limitation."
I certainly wasn't one of those Joe's, no normal husband does that. However, the story you are about to hear is absolutely true, and no, we didn't change anything to protect the identities of the characters being depicted, other than the names.
My recreation will not do the real events justice as they were beyond words, but I'm certainly going to try.
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One never knows how well they have it until they graduate from their perfect college undergrad existence, hearing their mom and dad say "You're on your own." Actually I agree with that now, it's just the motivation we needed, we meaning my wife Janet and I.
Janet had folks much like mine, once your four years were done in college, you were absolutely on your own. Janet and I were High School sweethearts whose parents completely approved of our relationship from the start.
Both of us hailed from Nazi "Make good grades, success insuring, A+ enforcer" type families, since the days of kindergarten. It had it's benefits though, both sets of parents thought we'd be the next super couple, having everything they never had. That left us alone a lot to study. Oh yes we studied, but we also explored every chance we got.
Ever since freshmen year in high school we uttered "We're going to the same college no matter what, we'll be together forever, I love you, we'll be married someday" and we actually meant it. It was almost like we were married in high school. I mean hell she and I had been sweethearts off and on since age six. Our parents basically shared raising us over the years.
After college graduation though we got "the wake up call." In our lucid awakening, we both found ourselves in utter debt, broke, and living on love. We finally knew what it was like to rough it, big time. The part about "You can't live on love," My father invented the saying, so if you've ever heard it before, yep, came from my dad. Yes, our parents helped us get set up which we are now grateful for, but they absolutely bailed on us after that, and when I say "Bailed," I mean after she and I married.
Three weeks into our masters degrees, we became Mr. and Mrs. Waters, at which time we instantly knew income was paramount, not to have a good time, but to live. Before the wedding we never had to worry about the little things like life sustaining protein and carbohydrates, you know, food? However, both sets of our parents took a hard stance on "You wanted to wed early? Deal with it."
We tried to beg a bit at first hoping to squeeze the rind for its last drop of juice, but that soon dried up. No, they didn't let us starve at first, but they laid it out in a way that told us we were on our own, grow up.
Now Janet had the upper hand in that as a Psychology major, she was sucked up by the State Hospital instantly when she applied. Yes, the pay sucked, but she brought down nine dollars per hour, and that was nine bucks we didn't have the day before. It was a job, but very few people stayed there as a career, quite simply it was an internship with pay towards Janet's PHD.
I on the other hand, had gotten a call from a well known grocery store warehouse, one I can't mention for legalities sake, and was bringing down a whopping seven buck an hour. If you added our part-time pay together, we were still poor, but alive. It kind of worked out though. Janet was on third shift and I was on second, so I visited her nightly.
It was only a five minute walk to the Hospital from my work. Most times I stayed with Janet during her shift all night. Luckily, the orderlies and staff were quite cool with it. In fact, many of them were nonexistent during the night which was great. There were at least seven people on third shift at this place. However, I only ever met one, and that was quite by accident. When the patients were asleep, so was most of the staff except for Janet, she took it very seriously.
After only a few weeks, I felt much better about Janet being at the hospital alone those couple of hours before my shift ended, especially on the wing she monitored. She had inherited a guardian angel of sorts named Henry. Many times I worried about Janet being there in a place where most of the staff was absent during the wee hours of the night, but more importantly because some of the residence in this place were nuts.
Henry was by far the exception, the absolute coolest sixty year old guy on the planet. And go figure, he was actually a patient in this place diagnosed with manic depression and mild schizophrenia. Which was hilarious, after later finding out he had the system down, and was, not to put too fine a medical diagnosis on it, a horrendous faker.
This guy was as normal as anyone treating him, and perhaps smarter. Henry was a life long activist / Peace Corps man, having spent decades in countries you only want to hear about, never visit. Some of the stories he told of the Congo and Ruanda were too much to quote, yet he seemed the most pleasant "Good will towards men" type guy ever. Many times I thought if I had gone through some of the things he had gone through over the years, I'd have probably hanged myself.
Little did I know when we first met him, Henry had a reason to live, and not be depressed (Laughing). More accurately he had a reason to be elated, quite the opposite of his diagnosis. Down the coast he had a boat, not a bass boat mind you, a very large nice boat. When he first described it though, I thought "Yep, he's nuts," or "Oh I bet it's a blow up raft with a sheet on a stick." There was no way he owned a pristine, modern, 50+' sailing yacht. He even went on about a Mercedes SL something, which I too thought was total bullshit. Regardless, I felt content that he watched over Janet before I got there. If Janet wasn't finishing an assignment on her computer, he'd be there with her at the front desk playing cards, looking at photo albums, just being a good friend.
Henry was finally scheduled to get out in two weeks on a medical release, when it dawned on me why he was there. It was to secure his early SSI as a screwball by a few years. Being that he couldn't be on SSI for being nuts and own a 50' sailing yacht, I later found out it was in his sisters name, as was every penny Henry had made over the decades, which was as it turned out, substantial.
I mean think about it, a Masters Degree level horticulturist working for a world humanitarian organization for thirty five years, who yes, probably made under 60k, but didn't spend any of it for three decades, none of it... Yes, he'd probably have a small fortune amassed.
