Epilogue
I felt a little apprehensive when dad called that evening.
Karla and I had already fucked each other three times that day.
I had fulfilled my fantasy of banging her at the kitchen sink about an hour after that first time in the massage room.
And Karla had fulfilled her desire to bang me in the back seat of my Humvee.
I could hear her talking softly in her bedroom.
This would be the last time that dad would be in cell phone range for the next several weeks.
“Your dad wants to talk to you,” Karla suddenly announced as she came out into the living room with her cell phone. I felt a knot twisting into my stomach as she handed me the phone. She winked at me as I took the phone.
“I heard you had quite the good time today,” dad announced sternly. “Well…Yes…It was my…Birthday present,” I answered him nervously. After dad let out a roaring laugh, he told me that he knew I would enjoy Karla. “She says that you have been obsessed with her,” he told me.
After a small pause, I told my father that I AM obsessed with her. “I don’t think I will ever be able to stop now,” I confessed hoarsely. Dad just laughed again. “That’s good, son. She tells me that she feels the same way,” he chuckled. I was amazed that dad was so okay with all of this.
I was about to ask him how he could be so comfortable with me banging his wife everyday but he beat me to it.
“Look, Jason. I know that you have had many tough years with me being gone so much,” he started. “I’m crazy about Karla and I don’t want her to be lonely and miserable either,” he told me softly. “I was hoping that you two would hit it off so you could be happy…together.” He suggested.
“You just remember to share her with me when I am at home,” dad laughed.
“And don’t let any of those men I send for massages fuck her,” he reminded me.
“I don’t want to feel like I’m sharing her with all my buddies,” he added.
Before dad ended the call, he told me that Karla and I can feel free to do anything we might want to do with each other.
“I want you both to be as happy as you can be together,” he told me.
“Give her my love,” he laughed. Then he hung up.
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I have given Karla his love and all of mine.
By the time he came back after that first trip, we had a grandson to present him with.
After his next trip there was a granddaughter as well.
Because dad is gone so much, our neighbors assume that Karla is my wife since we all have the same last name.
They just figure he is a grandfather visiting his son and grandchildren.
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