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When the ice was finally thick enough, Jake and I dragged the two halves of our ice shack onto the lake. I bolted it together as he gathered some wood for the stove. Soon after, we were sitting in our new home away from home, drinking coffee and listening to a football game on the radio. Every few minutes we’d look out the windows at our tip-up fishing rigs, waiting for a flag to show. There were no other shacks or fishermen for a quarter mile.
Talking about radio reminds me, electricity was quite a new thing. Our farms had only been wired up a year before my marriage. We had four light bulbs in the barn, two in the machine shed, another on a pole in the yard, and five in the house. We were content with just those, a refrigerated tank for the milk we sold, and two outlets in the kitchen; up until we could afford a television in 1954. We only got two black and white channels, but it was a marvelous improvement over sitting around talking or singing while we were cooped up inside most of the winter.
Well, on our ice shack’s first day of use, Nora opened the door and walked in. “You’re not wearing your coats? I brought lunch and blankets in case you got cold.” I smiled and proudly said, “The shack is nearly as warm as the kitchen at home. Take your gloves off and feel it.” I pointed to the thermometer, which showed 62 degrees. Fahrenheit of course, there weren’t fancy metric degrees in those days.
She handed her husband Jake a bag; then happily took off her gloves, hat, and winter coat. “I brought sandwiches; peanut butter and jam, and ham with cheese.” She paused a moment and awkwardly said, “Jake, I think you should go check on the hog barn roof again.”
My best pal put his winter garb back on. He had a sad and embarrassed expression on his face as he walked toward me and the door. He quietly whispered in my ear, “She really likes if you kiss… uh between her legs.” He cleared his throat and told us in his normal voice, “Yup, there’s a corner of the barn roof where the tin flaps in the wind sometimes. The other pigs don’t mind much, but it scares the bajeebus out of the big boar. I’ll be back in a couple hours.” I knew it was only a half-hour walk to his farm and back, and fixing the roof corner wouldn’t take more than a few minutes. He was leaving the two of us alone for a shameful but important reason.
I saw him through the window, walking away slowly. Nora spread a blanket on the bench as I said, “You and Jake want another kid and he doesn’t think he can do it. I feel a little guilty, but…”
She cut me off with, “We need a baby and you need something your wife won’t give you. We’ll do what needs to be done.” She reached under her long dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles. “We don’t have to be nude but pants won’t help.” She giggled as she sat on the bench and unzipped me.
I pulled my jeans down a little and the guilt returned. I started to ask, “Nora, are you really sure…”
She interrupted me by taking out my Willy and licking it! Nobody had ever done that before, and it felt WONDERFUL! My conscience did all it could, and I closed my eyes and imagined my wife Elaine was polishing my sausage instead. I was close to popping off when she stopped to hike up her dress and lay down.
I leaned down toward her waist and licked my lips, preparing to kiss the most mysterious of the holies. She pushed my face away. “This is about me getting a baby and you feeling good. Anything else would hurt Jake even more.”
I somehow felt terrible and highly aroused at the same time. I climbed atop her and gave my friends what they wanted. It was over in only a few exciting and dirty minutes. I took a sandwich from the bag and ate slowly, struggling with my guilt as I stared out the window.
Wearing her winter coat again, Nora said in a very formal tone of voice, “Thank you. Jake and I will arrange to do this again until I’m in the family way.” She put on her hat as she left. I looked outside and saw her wipe the corner of her eye as she walked away.
A little while later Jake returned. He asked, “So how did it go?”
“I’m so sorry, Jake. I did what you wanted.” I felt like crying too.
“It’s all right, pal. If you’re helping us, you should feel good. Thanks.” He patted my shoulder.
We didn’t catch any fish and our next words were half a day later. The sun was starting to set when I told him, “I need to go home for milking.”
It excited and embarrassed me when he said, “See you here tomorrow, after you two… do it again. Nine in the morning?”
“Yup, I’ll see her then, and see you after.”
I got up to leave and put on my coat, thinking about what I’d tell my wife Elaine about that day. As I left he said, “You’re a good man, Bruce. The best pal a guy could ask for.” My nagging conscience hurt me more than watching him die many years later.
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One afternoon in the shack, we heard a speech from the president, ‘Give ‘em Hell’ Harry Truman. He said the evil Russian Commies were blockading the city of Berlin, and America and her allies needed to do everything we could to help. Jake told me about his time there, after Germany surrendered. It was either very sad, walking around the mostly destroyed city, or very tense. He was a sergeant in charge of a squad, standing opposite a squad of Russians. They stared at each other through a barbed wire fence all day for months.
He also told me about a moral quandary he had on a two-day leave. Exploring the American sector, he met an attractive young widow with a little boy and a baby. Their home had been bombed out, and all they had were the clothes on their backs. She agreed he could to whatever he wanted with her body, all weekend long, for only a box of twelve c-ration Army meals. He felt bad and gave her some cash before he left. It’s one of those situations where nobody can really say what the right thing is. He took advantage of a woman in distress, but if he hadn’t they would have starved.
He finished the story as I saw a flag pop up through the window. I shouted “FISH!” as I ran out. I pulled mightily, but it was too big to fit through the ice hole. Jake had to widen the hole with an axe while I kept hold of the line. The catfish was a heck of a whopper, 54 pounds! It was by far the biggest fish either of us ever caught, or even saw somebody catch. I didn’t think to check until months later, but it was only a few pounds short of the state record!
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By the time the ice was thinning in the spring and we needed to move the shack off the lake, my guilt had fully faded away. I looked forward to the three or four times a week I’d get together with Nora and wet her womanhood. About half the time she’d finish me in her mouth first, but she always started that way. Elaine wouldn’t even look at it when she did me by hand, but Nora didn’t mind swallowing! Her lips and tongue gave me more joy than Elaine ever did, let alone her fuzzy funhole.
Partly as an alternate place for our illicit meetings, I set up a hunting blind in the woods. It had a plywood roof, chest-high log walls, a large bench, and a big tin box where I stored a few things. On the second morning that Nora met me there, she told me the good news. “Jake and I are so happy! I’m going to have a baby!”
“That’s great! I’m so happy for you!” We hugged quite a while. I worried that she wouldn’t want to do sexy things with me anymore, until she sat and said, “Drop your pants. You deserve a big ‘Thank you’.” She joyfully jacked me into her mouth, before leaving with a wide smile.
We reduced our meetings to twice a week, but she polished my knob every time. She stopped a month before our daughter Renee was born, and didn’t meet me for two months afterward. When she finally did, she asked me something that nearly blew my mind. “Bruce, you’ve been great to us, helping our family grow. You deserve something special. How would you like to try my back door? My bottom hole?”
I couldn’t believe it. “YOUR BUM? You mean it?”
“Jake likes it a lot now, and he doesn’t mind if you try it. Do you want to?”
“Uh…”
She handed me a small bottle, then pulled up her skirt as she leaned over the bench. “Get us nice and slippery. I think you’ll like it too.”
All I’ll say is I had one of the best and dirtiest times of my life. She didn’t walk away smiling, but didn’t complain either. We started trying for another child the next week.
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