Chapter 21
The doctors and the staff at Walter Reed were impressed with Walt's progress. The prosthesis fit perfectly on the first try and he quickly learned how to work with it. It was still tough going and he had to be ordered to leave the physical therapy unit on the first day. He was overdoing it and they were afraid he would be too sore to continue their regular regime.
Since they were in a new unit of the hospital with a different staff, no one questioned Peggy's role when she was introduced as his wife. She stood by and watched and encouraged him as he struggled to work with his new leg. She cried when he succeeded in taking his first few steps while barely holding on to the parallel bars for balance.
His look of frustration and his determination to continue each time he stumbled and recovered only strengthened her love for him. As his mother, she wanted to take him in her arms and protect him but as his wife she wanted to see him work through his pain.
Each night she massaged his stump and kept the moist hot pads replenished in their hotel room. No matter how tired and sore he appeared to be, he insisted that they make love. He told her he didn't want to waste a moment of their time together.
Peggy lay beside her exhausted husband-son and looked back on their last few weeks together. There was no way that she could have ever predicted the chain of events that would lead to them being where they were today.
Their first night together, their honeymoon night as they called it, banished all thoughts of any guilt or remorse for their relationship. At one point in their long night of passionate lovemaking she thought she was making love to his father. The moment passed and she was left with the peaceful feeling that he approved and that this is what he would have wanted.
She had never felt the level of fulfillment and pure joy that she experienced each time they came together. Their bodies melded so perfectly that they barely had to move once they were coupled. Their lovemaking was tender in all ways with much giggling and fooling around.
She remembered the time when he convinced her that she should be on top of him facing the other way. She had never done it that way before and she was hesitant to show her butt to him. Once she started riding him she found that he touched the insides of her in places that she had never known were there.
She found herself moving and twisting on him as she extracted every last iota of pleasure that she could get. Collapsing down along his legs, she rested while her body recovered from her fourth or fifth climax of the night. Walt caressed and squeezed her buttocks and at one point he rubbed his thumb over her back place.
"No! Not there!" she told him and clenched her cheeks together.
He laughed and said she was old fashioned but she wiggled her ass until he moved away from her spot. When she relaxed again, a huge fart exploded out of her and she squealed and threw herself off of him and onto her back on the bed next to him.
Walt laughed so hard she thought that he was going to fall out of bed.
"You didn't have to go that far," he howled. "I wasn't going to do anything."
"Oh, God! I'm so embarrassed," she said and hid her face with her hands.
"You should be," he laughed. "You just farted in the face of your new husband. I may have to trade you in for a new one that doesn't smell as bad."
"Stop it!" she said and crawling on top of him she made a pretense of pummeling him with her fists.
"I love you," was all he said and pulled her face down and kissed her. "Smell and all."
Chapter 22
They made love one more time on Friday morning before they checked out of the hotel. It was a long, languorous episode hour of fondling, kissing and caressing before she mounted him.
