Charlie released her nipple. “Recovery time, my ass. Woman, you never change.” He fell onto his back. “Now ride me.”


She happily obliged. She straddled his lap and ever so slowly lowered herself in to his cock. She rocked back and forth, smiling down into his eyes. He gripped her hips and smiled back. At once his thrusts were hard and unrelenting and offered Paula no alternative but to accept the invasion of his massively thick cock.


She gave a startled gasp. “Fuck...” her smile gave way to determination; she held his gaze and began to move steadily up and down his cock, grinding into him. Charlie sat up: chest to chest, eye to eye, thrust to thrust their flesh slapped against each other, their moans filling the air. His lips slid down her neck, planting small bites along the way.

She groaned with pleasure, her breath was ragged and urgent. His hands gripped her ass and slammed her down harder. Her pussy throbbed around him; she looped her arms around his neck and rode him like her life depended on it. Greedily she needed it, shamelessly she wanted it, and selfishly her pussy took it.


Charlie moaned and groaned helpless to her advances; at her mercy—within care she used him as her fuck toy. One hand on her ass, one arm around her waist, he held her as she pushed them closer to the edge of orgasm. Her walls tightened…his cock pulsed…her pussy juices…their eyes locked in battle…he couldn’t fend off his orgasm…tighter he held…harder she rode begging him to cum in her, deep in her.


“Ooohhh, God!” Charlie sang her mantra as first waves of cum gushed forth, shooting into her over and over, leaving him spent. They clung to one another and Paula continued to milk him until she was satisfied. “Damn, I love you.” He mumbled against her neck.







The following morning, Stacy awoke to an empty house. Per the norm, Paula prepared her breakfast, eggs, turkey bacon and toast, in the microwave. Secretly, Stacy dreaded the day when she’d have to fend for herself. She grabbed the plate and gobbled it down while reading through a mountain of emails. Finished, she set off for the shower and her doctors’ appointment.


Running ahead of schedule she decided to take some time in the Base Exchange. Before she killed the ignition she began to feel dizzy and nauseous but, she wrote it off as nerves…she hated going to the doctors. She needed air and the walk around the BX would do her some good, she reckoned.


However, ten minutes into her little excursion, Stacy became violently nauseous—to the point of collapse. Her trembling clammy hands gripped the display rack—she couldn’t breathe. She panicked when she couldn’t reach her phone; she tried to call for help but couldn’t form the words. Her vision faded just as she felt someone’s hand holding her from behind.


“Ma’am, are you alright?” an unfamiliar male voice asked.


Stacy didn’t answer, she was shaking ferociously.


“I’m a medic, how far along are you? Is there someone I can call?” he asked. By now Stacy was limp in his arms. He laid her flat on the floor, pushed the display racks clear and call for assistance.




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“Where’s Charlie?” Paula said, tossing her laptop bag on her desk.


Tess leaned in her chair. “He was called to the Personnel office. I doubt he’ll be coming in.” she kicked Paula’s chair. “Hey, we’re having dinner at Lisa’s, you coming?”


“I’ll be there,” She looked around the office. “Where’s Stacy?”


“Dunno! I haven’t seen her all day.”


Paula checked her cell phone; there were twenty-seven messages from Stacy. Paula literally grabbed Tess and they drove like mad women to the hospital. Tess frantically called the other ladies; they would meet them at the hospital. Lisa tracked down Charlie, John and Tony and they were en route.


At the hospital they found Stacy sitting up in bed eyes closed with tubes and monitoring devices connected to most of her extremities. Her hair was plastered to her head with sweat and her skin was dewy. She looked exhausted but when she opened her eyes and saw the ladies sitting on the bed, she gave a weak smile and closed her eyes again.


“It’s about time you all got here.” Her voice was faint. “What took you so damn long?”


“We didn’t know you were here. Why did you call?” Paula asked.


Stacy rolled her eyes and pointed to the tubes. “There’s your answer. I remember standing in line at the Base Exchange and…I think I passed out.”


“Why were you in the BX alone? You should’ve called me.” Tess thumped her on the forehead.


“It was supposed to be a quick stop before my doctor appointment. This guy…” she stopped.


Charlie, John and Tony came through the door in near panic with a pair of doctors were on their heels.


“Calm down, she’s fine.” Lisa urged.


“I’m going to have to ask you all to leave.” One doctor said.


If looks could’ve killed, he would’ve been murdered by all in attendance. Obviously he didn’t know his audience. There was no way in hell they were stepping one foot out the door. He conceded, insisted they be dressed in proper gowns and gave the staff room to work.


They complied and the staff prepared Stacy for a C-section with Charlie and Paula by her side. Tess buzzed around the room filming the event for Shawn’s family. Luckily John took the camera from her before she succumbed to the sight of blood. Mo and Lisa clung to Tony’s arms, cringing. Even Charlie felt a bit faint when baby Brittney came screaming into the world, however by the time baby Angelica arrived, he’d discovered his feet. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room, save Charlie.


Awhile later the girls were cleaned and brought back to their new family. They were healthy and undeniably Shawn’s—they’d inherited his sparkling hazel eyes and dark hair. After an hour or so of being whisked away and photographed, they were returned to Stacy.


Stacy looked around for Charlie but he was gone. She didn’t have to ask where he went. She saw an unfamiliar man peeking into the room and fanned him in. Everyone looked at one another—no one knew who he was. Stacy grinned.


He sort of shuffled in and stood beside Stacy, not at all comfortable in his own skin or everyone’s eyes burning through him. “I didn’t want to leave until I knew you were alright.” He said quietly, his big brown eyes never left Stacy’s.


“Thank you.” Stacy smiled softly.


“I wasn’t supposed to be in the BX,” he said but corrected himself. “I mean…I don’t live here. I was on my way to Georgia and I happened to stop at the BX.” He flicked his eyes up at Stacy’s stone-faced guardians. “I’m an Army Medic. She was having a diabetic seizure—it’s common.” He turned back to Stacy. “I don’t even know why I was there. Something made me stop. I…”


“What’s your name?” Stacy interrupted, he was obviously nervous.


“Brad Canfield, Captain Brad Canfield. I’m with the medical division at Fort Benning.”


Officer or not, Stacy’s friends weren’t impressed with his closeness…though he stood two feet away from her.


Stacy beamed. “Well, thank you, Captain Canfield…”


“Oh please, call me Brad, none of that Captain business.” He laughed, sneaking a peek at the babies.


“You can hold one if you’d like.” Stacy offered.


Her friends gasped.


“Maybe I’d better not.”


Stacy’s eyes narrowed on his and he immediately reached for Angelica without further protest. The baby swaddled in his arms, he sat and talked with Stacy for hours on end.


Her friends eventually left them alone.





Meanwhile, Charlie sat alone in the dimly lit hospital chapel, head resting on the pew in front of him. “I did it, brother,” he said faintly. “I got through it and your family is safe. I’ll take care of them the best I can, I just wish,” he paused. “I wish you were here. Stacy needs you. Please continue to watch over her, give her strength when she has none.” He swallowed. “We’re all leaving, going our separate ways and she’ll be all alone with two children and support. There’s only so much I can do from California. Please take care of them. They’re gonna need it.”




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Later that night, exhausted and panged Charlie sat down with Paula and gave her the news. He’s received orders to Mildenhall RAF, England and would be leaving in four weeks. Once the initial shock wore Paula was settled with the idea moving. Charlie hadn’t expected her compliance—he braced himself for an extended conversation.


“We’ll rent out the house in no time. I’m sure there’s an Airmen dying to move out of the barracks and who better to maintain to the place.”


Charlie was dumb-struck. “You don’t mind moving away from everything?”


Paula laughed. “It’s England not some obscure third world country. Besides, you’re going to be my husband,” she rested her head in her lap. “My home is wherever you are.”


“Don’t you forget it,” his brawl was thick. “Love, honor and obey.”



Paula smiled up into his eyes. “I promise to love, honor and obey you...”


“And I promise to love, honor and protect…forsaking all others and holding unto only you.” He intoned sincerely, twisting her ring.


“With my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow; In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost; Amen.”


“Amen.”