A World Apart

A World Apart.

I guess in the strictest sense we'll have to call this a cuckold story. There are some extenuating circumstances, though. It's not like the MC got some kind of sexual pleasure or stimulation from being cucked. Read it if you want and you decide.

Tom.

The jungle was oppressive. He could hear rifle fire through the trees. He could also hear the Viet Cong moving off to his left. He knew there was a line of Claymores between him and the enemy. He quietly moved the safety on his M16 to semi-automatic and hunkered down a little lower. He thought for a moment about Terry, his wife.

Terry.

She looked around the hotel room, waiting for Frank to exit the bathroom. It had been too long. She and Tom had spent his R&R in Hawaii. It was a glorious reunion. Walks on the beaches, daily breakfast in the lanai and sex on the menu both night and day. But that was six months ago. A long six months ago.

"What are you thinking about, Terry?"

"Oh, nothing really," she lied not wanting to spoil the mood. After all, they were there for one purpose and one purpose only.

In fact, she was thinking about her husband, Tom. She was going to fuck someone behind his back again. The guilt settled over her, but it wasn't enough to stop her. She saw how hard Frank was and she felt her moisture. She dropped to her knees and unzipped Frank's jeans and reached for his erect cock. Grasping the shaft, she placed the head to her lips. She kissed along the length to the base and then moved back to the head so she could taste his precum. She was so horny.

Tom.

As he lay there in the carpet grass, he thought back to the time he and Terr spent in Hawaii. They couldn't get enough of each other. They were very much in love. He knew he had made the right choice when he married her.

Suddenly a Claymore exploded in front of him. The bulk of the explosive force was channelled away from him but there was still enough concussion to pick him up and slam him to the ground. He found himself on his ass in a sitting position. It knocked the breath out of him. As soon as he could breathe again, he began to check to see if anything was broken. He moved his left arm and then his right. They seemed normal enough. Then he tried to move his left leg. Nothing. Then he tried moving his right leg. Again, nothing. He waited about 10 minutes and tried again. Still nothing. He could move his head and his upper body but nothing below his waist.

"Medic!" he yelled. He waited 5 minutes and yelled again. He heard someone fighting to get through the tall grass. Finally, one of the medics got to him and checked him over. He told Tom not to try moving and he would call for a helicopter to airlift him back to the closest field hospital. In the field hospital, the doctors knew his injury was beyond their capabilities, so they stabilized him and flew him on to Germany for further evaluation. There he underwent more testing, including an MRI. The results were devastating.

His two lowest vertebrae had been crushed by the explosion and then slammed to the ground. His spinal cord had been impacted, and the doctors were afraid to operate for fear of doing more damage. It would be a wait-and-see situation. The Army flew Tom home to be with family and turned his case over to the VA.

Terry.

Tom's wife had been informed of his injury and was told the VA would provide the equipment needed to support Tom's condition but for the immediate future he would be paraplegic. Terry didn't have a clue as to what their future would look like or if she could meet the demands that Tom's condition would place on her. And with all her worries, she felt guilty as sin. It wasn't just the one time with Frank. They had practically lived together while Tom was fighting to protect his brothers-In-arms. Now it looked like sex was off the table for who knows how long.

Tom.

Tom and Terry tried valiantly to make the best of things despite the questionable nature of their future. Life was a roller coaster. Tom had good and bad days. What worried him the most, when he was feeling down, was that Terry, being young and attractive, might find someone else and leave him. He couldn't blame her if she did. Maybe if he gave her permission to date other men and made some rules, he wouldn't lose her.

That night he waited until they were in bed to talk to her.

"Terry, there's something I want to talk to you about but promise me you'll hear me out and keep an open mind. You're my wife, and I love you very much. It's not fair for you to have to give up sex because of my injury. We don't know if or when I will recover. I want you to consider dating other men or women, if you want, just until maybe I regain feeling. After that, if it happens, we'll go back to being exclusive. I have a few conditions, though, but before we discuss them, I want to know what your thoughts are."

"Tom, what are you saying? Are you giving me permission to cheat on you? I couldn't do that honey. I love you. You're my husband. I'm willing to wait for you. It doesn't matter how long it takes."

"But Terry, sweetheart, first, it wouldn't be cheating. Second, it has nothing to do with our love for each other. I don't expect you to live like a nun, you have your needs. If they aren't met you might begin to resent our situation or, even worse, me. I want you to think about what I've suggested and we'll talk again soon. I love you,"

Terry

Oh my god. If Tom ever found out about Frank and me our marriage would be toast. Frank and I haven't had sex since Tom returned and I know he's getting impatient. What Tom suggested is like an answer to a prayer. No more guilt! I'd need to tell Frank again it's just sex. Nothing romantic is going to happen. I know he has feelings for me. I'll have to keep him on a short leash. I need to be so careful. I can't act excited about it, but the thought of Frank's big cock makes me cream my panties. I need to be demure around Tom. I can't wait to tell Frank. I can't wait to fuck Frank. I do love my husband. He's so good to me even under his current circumstances. I just can't believe it.

Frank.

I'm so in love with Terry. What a body! Those voluptuous breasts. Her long legs and that great ass. I want to be with her all the time. Hell's fire and damnation, I want to marry her. I just need to keep working on her. I need to convince her she deserves more than half a man. I know I'm a dog, but I can't help it. Neither can Tom but it's not my problem. It's not my fault he got hurt. I've tried to help him where I can. I visit with him and help him in and out of his chair. I buy him his favorite magazines and check out books for him. I'm a good friend and a terrible friend. It'll be a sad day for him when I win her over. I'm sure he'll find someone. He's a great guy.

Tom.

"Terry, we need to talk."

"Ok" she said, thinking she didn't like the sound of that.

"Do you remember when we first talked about my proposal and I said there had to be some rules?"

"Of course I do, Tom."

"I've thought it over and I want to discuss them with you and get your input. There aren't that many. The first one is I don't want to know anything about your meet-ups. I don't want to know dates, times, places or, for sure, names. Second, they must use protection every time. Third, it can't be anyone I know and last, if you develop any feelings, you'll have to cut things off immediately. Can you do those things?"

"Of course I can, darling. I have some rules too. I won't offer other men anything sexually I haven't offered to you. I'll make sure we go out of town to meet up. I won't permit any photos or recordings of things said. I won't permit anyone to put you down and I won't share any of our intimate secrets. I love you and I want to make this as easy and stress-free for you as possible."

"Ok Terry, well, that's that."

Terry

The first thing I'm going to do is buy new underwear. Matching panties and bras. Things Frank will like. Things I can never let Tom see. I'll have to be careful about not getting ready in front of Tom. I can apply my makeup and perfume and fix my hair in my car. I'll always shower before coming home. I'll even have a hidden-away hamper for my dirty panties since Tom uses our bathroom. I'll make an appointment with my gyno to get on the pill. I'll carry rubbers in my purse always. There won't be anything to remind Tom of what he's giving up. Me! Yep, he's giving my pussy to Frank and it's going to be wonderful.

It's been a year since I started seeing Frank on a regular basis. We see each other 2-3 times a week and we have learned so much about each other. Frank has declared his love for me ardently and often. If I'm honest, I have feelings for him as well. I would stop seeing him, but sex with him is so damn good. I know he is making love to me, not just sex. I'm so comfortable with him. I am falling. It's only a matter of time before we want to be together forever.

What am I going to do? I'm in love with two men. Frank wants me to leave Tom and marry him. He says it will be easier to take care of Tom as a couple if he even permits that. I know he will be angry and probably want to throw me to the curb and why shouldn't he? I couldn't even keep his short list of rules. I suck! Frank wants to talk to him, but I think that's a bad idea. It should come from me.

Tom.

Tom awakened to the smell of Terry fixing breakfast. The bacon and coffee smelled so good. He sat up and placed his feet on the floor and headed into the bathroom. As he reached down to take care of personal business, he noticed his underwear was tented. He jerked his underwear down revealing an erection. At the same time, he felt the sensation of insects crawling on his legs. The nerves in his legs were waking up. Using his walker, he returned to their bed and tried to decide what to do first. He thought he should call out to Terry but what if it was only temporary. He didn't want to disappoint her. He sat up and moved to the closet where he got his bathrobe. Then he rode the stair-climber downstairs and went to the kitchen to give Terry the good news.

Terry

Oh my god! Tom told me the feeling in his legs is coming back and he even had an erection. I'm so happy I can hardly stand it, but I'm so confused I want to run off somewhere and hide. I want to be married to Tom. I love him more than ever after he gave up our exclusivity for my sake. But I also love Frank. Sex is so much better between us than it ever was with Tom. I could give that up, but I don't want to. I wonder if Frank and I could be careful enough to fuck without Tom finding out. If we put our heads together, we can figure something out.

I met Frank a couple of days after hearing Tom's big news.

"Frank, I have bad news for us. Don't get upset until you hear me out. Tom's feeling is coming back. He even had an erection. It won't be long before he's asking me for sex. I'll give him all he wants but I'm not giving you up Frank. You know I love you as much as Tom. We're going to figure something out. And I think I've come up with something. We can't continue meeting at your place. Tom's expecting me to be at home with him. There's only one way to continue to see each other. We're going to meet when Tom's sleeping. He usually sleeps a couple hours after he has lunch, and we'll watch him and hope he continues to do that. If he doesn't, then I'll make sure he's sleepy with a little something I'll put in his coffee. Nothing dangerous mind you, just a little sedative to relax him."

"We're so bad, Terry. I'm his best friend and he all but gave you to me all these months. What are you going to use?"

"When Tom first came home, I was a nervous wreck. The doctor gave me some Xanax, and I continued filling it even though I stopped taking it after one time. It made me so sleepy. I can give him one, which will relax him enough to fall asleep. If he gets used to it then I'll just up the dosage. With his walking, I think eventually he'll want to work some and that should get him out of the house and give us the freedom we want. I love him, Frank, but I love you too and I can't give up that big cock you have hanging between your legs. I'm worried Tom is going to feel how much you've stretched me out."

Tom

"Terry, that pasta was good. I think I'll finish my coffee in the living room and then lie down for a nap. I don't know why I get so sleepy anymore after eating lunch. If I find a job, I won't be able to just lie down whenever I'd like. Maybe I'll talk to the doc."

"It's fine, Tom. Just remember you're still recovering, and I know your PT takes it out of you most days. I'll wake you up if I think you'll sleep too long. You don't want to be up at night."

Tom was sleeping when Frank entered the house. They weren't worried about neighbors as they had seen Frank coming and going through the week and everyone knew about Tom's condition.

Frank hurried up the stairs to find Terry naked on the bed with her legs spread. She watched as Frank dropped his jeans and let his underwear slide down over a huge erection. Terry almost drooled at the sight of it. She motioned him over and took the head into her mouth. She could taste his precum. He positioned himself at her entrance and entered her easily as she was so wet. She always felt so full when he was in her. They fucked for about 10 minutes and she wanted to ride. He liked that because when she orgasmed, she would stop riding and let the climax take over while she lay still with his cock in her. As she recovered, she would begin to ride again. Frank knew she could do that for hours. After about an hour Frank dressed and left by the back door so as not to disturb Tom.

Everything went smoothly until the first time Tom's doctor wanted to do some bloodwork. As far as Tom was concerned everything was normal until his doctor approached him during PT. He wanted to know who prescribed Xanax for him. Tom didn't even know what that was until the doc explained its anti-anxiety effect. Tom asked if that might explain his nap every afternoon and he was told yes.

When Tom returned home, he found a note from Terry saying that she was going to the mall to do some shopping. He poured himself a cup of coffee and retrieved his basket of pill bottles to see if Xanax had been prescribed for him and he just didn't remember by whom Terry always counted out his pills; he didn't have a clue as to what meds he was given. He went through the bottles and not finding ant Xanax he decided to go through her meds as well, thinking they might have gotten placed in her basket accidentally. As he went through Terry's pills he saw a bottle of alprazolam, a medicine he wasn't familiar with. He took the bottle to the living room where his laptop was and typed the name into Google.

Immediately after the results returned by Google, someone had asked if it was the same drug as Xanax. The answer came back yes. The bottle showed Terry's doctor as prescribing it. The label included the dosage and the information about how she should take it. What really stood out was the warning label on the bottle not to drive because the drug could make you drowsy.

But why would Terry be giving the drug to him? He examined the small football shape of the pill and decided he would look for it among the pills she doled out to him.

Two weeks went by and he didn't see any sign of the pill either in his morning or evening meds. Yet he had it in his system. The blood test confirmed that. How was he getting it, he wondered? He resolved to ask Terry about it but then something happened that might shed light on the question. He found another bottle on the kitchen shelf where the coffee was stored. He counted the remaining pills and would check them the next day. Just about that time Terry walked through the back door with her arms full of packages. He got a glimpse of one particularly decorative pink bag. Then she was off to put her purchases away.

When asked what she went shopping for, her answer was "Oh, this and that."

Tom joked with her on hearing her answer that it appeared to be a lot of this and that. She dismissed his comment with a laugh and started to make a pot of coffee.

The next morning, before Terry was up, he counted the pills and sure enough, there was one missing. Now he was curious for sure. When Terry came down to the kitchen, he put the question to her directly.

"Hey Terry, have you been giving me your alprazolam?"

Thankfully, she was turned away from him, and he couldn't see her face, but she fielded the question expertly.

"Yes, sweetheart, you're supposed to be resting some every day, and it helps you to relax so that you can. Why do you ask?"

"It showed up in my blood and the doc asked me about it. I didn't have an answer."

"Oh honey, they were left over from when you first came home, and I was a nervous wreck. It's just a tiny bit to help you relax so you can rest. That's all. I'll explain to the doctor when I see him, and he'll probably prescribe them for you so you're not taking mine."

"Ok, but shouldn't you have told me not to drive? I saw the warning label."

"You're right, Tom. I should have but I'm always around after you take it, so don't worry. I only give it to you with your coffee after lunch so that I'm home with you."

"I wondered when I was taking it. It all makes sense now." He finished his coffee and went to the living room and laid down on the couch as he usually did. Terry looked in on him. That was easy, she thought.

But something didn't feel right. Why was she putting it in his coffee when she could just hand him the pill? He decided to pay more attention to Terry. Maybe something was going on.

Tom just assumed that when he started getting erections and they started having sex again, Terry would automatically stop having sex with other men. Then he realized they hadn't had that talk. Maybe it was time to tell her what he expected now that he was better.

"Hey, honey. Since we can have sex again, it goes without saying that you're mine exclusively again, right?"

"Of course, Tom. It's just you and me, husband and wife. Have you been worried about that? I'll never forget your act of unselfish caring when you gave me permission to have sex with other men. I love you more than ever. I'll always be faithful. We can repeat our vows if you want."

"No, we don't need to do that, Terr. I just wanted to set the record straight."

It was a couple of weeks later when Tom walked into their bedroom closet. He was looking for a nicer pair of jeans since he had a doctor's appointment that afternoon. As he pulled a pair off the lower rod, he couldn't help but notice the shopping bags against the wall, partly concealed by the hanging clothes. His eyes were drawn to the shocking pink bag he had seen when she brought it in. It was a Halsey's Lingerie Store bag and inside were 7 or 8 pairs of brightly colored panties. Wow, he thought. I'm going to enjoy those. Interesting though, he mused that they were still in the bag almost as though she had hidden them. Maybe they're a surprise, he thought. I won't ask about them just in case.

They were a surprise, alright but not for him. She was wearing a sheer blue pair of them as Frank kissed her. She was naked except for the panties. As she kissed him, she felt his hard dick through his shorts. She knelt in front of him and lowered his boxers to reveal his long thick penis. She kissed the head and stroked him as he pulled her up and turning, laid her down on the marital bed. He reached for the waistband and pulled her panties down. Then he used his precum to lubricate her. Sliding into her he bottomed out against her cervix, and she gasped momentarily but she knew she could take all of him. It wasn't that way at first but over time he stretched her until she could barely feel her husband. She hated that but she wanted every inch Frank could give her. They had been fucking for a half hour, and Frank was pounding her pussy causing the headboard to hit the wall behind it. Terry wasn't worried about the noise. She knew Tom was sleeping soundly. She had recently upped his dosage by splitting a second pill.

It was a beautiful October afternoon when Tom was awakened from his daily nap. The sun coming through the windows felt a little too warm on his face. He wasn't sure what had awakened him, but he did hear noise from the top of the stairs. It sounded like someone was hammering on a wall, like someone hanging a picture. He was drowsy but he stood. He felt a little dizzy but that soon went away. He walked towards the staircase and, holding on to the rail, walked upstairs. The hammer sound got louder as he ascended the stairs.

As he climbed, he couldn't imagine who would be pounding on the wall unless it was Terry. Maybe she was hanging something. Walking down the hall, the noise got louder as he headed for their bedroom. As he rounded the door frame, he froze dead in his tracks. There was Terry and Frank having sex. Frank was fucking her so hard the headboard was hitting the wall behind it. Terry's eyes were closed tight as the rest of her face looked intense in the throes of passion.

As the shock of what he was seeing began to lessen Tom walked towards the bed and stood quietly as Frank flooded her vagina with cum. It was at that point that Terry opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into Tom's. She screamed. Frank saw Tom and leapt from the bed and began apologizing to him. Terry tried to cover her breasts as if Tom hadn't seen them hundreds of times before. Tom spoke first.

"Frank, how long have you been fucking my wife?"

"I'm ashamed to admit it, Tom but before you came back from Nam."

Terry cursed when she heard that.

"Why did you have to tell him? He didn't know that. You just blew my marriage up Frank."

"Frank, I want you to get dressed and go. Don't ever come back. I don't ever want to see you again and stay the hell away from my wife."

"Tom, honey, you can't do that. I love him just as much as I love you. I'm so sorry you found out this way, but I can't choose between you. This doesn't take anything away from my love for you and never will. We didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. Please don't make him leave. We both love you. We both want to be with you. We could have something special. Please!"

"So, you cheated on me when I was in Nam. You're just a slut, Terry. You must have laughed your ass off when I gave you permission to fuck other guys. You went straight to your lover."

"No Tom. It was just sex. We didn't fall in love until later after you came home. It didn't take anything away from you. I love you. I was just horny when you were over there."

"How many times have you fucked him while I was asleep? The pieces all fit Terry. The alprazolam, everything. I just couldn't see it. I do now." Tom turned and left her sitting in bed. He had to get away, to think, to decide what to do. Later he returned to the bedroom where they were still talking. Ignoring them, he retrieved his overnight bag from the closet, packed a few things and left as they watched in silence. Before he left, he told her he was going to stay in one of the hotels in town and think over what he wanted. For her not to call him.

Tom

What the fuck. Had she been fucking his best friend all along? Why? What had he done to deserve this? Had his 'gift' to her merely helped turn her into a cheating slut? He had tried to do the right thing for her. She had paid him back in spades, betraying him like this. If she truly loved Frank, there was nothing else to consider. Divorce was the answer. This wasn't 'Paint Your Wagon'. There would be no polyandrous relationship. He and Frank wouldn't be taking turns with her. He stayed away a couple of nights thinking about things, but it always came down to divorce. He couldn't believe how quickly his love for her was simply gone."

Terry

I feel so bad after what I've done to my husband. I love him so much, but I just can't give up Frank and what he does to me. If only Tom could just let things be. We could just continue like we've been doing and no one would be the wiser. Oh, but Tom isn't built that way. It's not that he's rigid but he can't imagine I could love them both and I'll never be able to convince him otherwise. If he wants a divorce, I'll have no choice but what a waste. He'll be the loser in all this. Why did Frank have to tell him that? I knew it would be the end.

Tom hired a lawyer and filed for divorce from Terry. He gave her the car she drove and her personal things but that was it. He kept the house. The judge wouldn't allow her to touch his disability. Terry kept begging Tom to halt things but to no avail. She really did love him.

Terry and Frank married once the divorce was final. They made the decision to move away from Tom where they could get a fresh start. Neither of them was able to get closure from the guilt they felt. Eventually it was their undoing and they too divorced. Afterwards, Terry wanted to reconcile with Tom, but it was too late. He blamed himself for some of what happened, but he didn't love her anymore. She never really got over him. Tom eventually returned to work helping other veterans. He was hired by the VA as a counselor. Later he met and married Becky. She was a VA nurse assigned to the same hospital. They had a little boy.

A few years later Becky and Tom met Terry on the street. They exchanged pleasantries. Tom noticed Terry didn't look well. He asked about her health and she blew him off. A year later he saw her obituary in the local paper. Her parents and siblings had preceded her. There was no close family at her funeral. He hoped she at least had some friends there. Tom thought it was sad.

The End