We got power and communication back on Wednesday. I didn't pay any attention to the time, when I saw the lights come on I grabbed for a phone; I called the Tray's number from which he had been texting. It rang six times before he answered.

"Hey man, you're back. Glad communication's up. You get all the texts updated now?"

"Yeah."

"Like those photos of your lady? Girl is smoking hot man."

I was heaving for air, I didn't know if I was angry or just needed to scream but when I got my emotions under control my voice was lower, calmer in sound than it was.

"What happened?"

"Oh shit man, I don't like that tone," Tray said. "I was trying to text you, call, whatever."

"I know. That wasn't the question."

"OK, OK, I understand. You've been out of touch, no instant communication, and you get all of this at once. Let's start at the beginning and go in little steps just so there is no misunderstanding. You're my brother man. You know that. Nothing going on to hurt or of that you don't want, so let's get that out up front."

"Good to go with that," I said. "You said little steps."

"OK, remember, we did good with the lowers, you needed some jack, I got it to you quick, in time, right?"

"Yes."

"You were complaining about Jennifer not opening up, being too shy, reserved, and quiet, wanted to be, let's say "louder" for the moment."

"Fine. And yes."

"OK, look at it from my standpoint. I have a bro that wants his lady louder, I have that lady text me and thanks me for helping with the money, so I text back, and she texts back, and pretty soon we are texting back and forth-about you. She is worried about you, asking me are you ok and not telling her, shit like that, and I ease her mind, telling her the truth."

"And...?"

"And the conversation gets around to sex, not with her mind you, but sex and her hang-ups and your wishes, and she wants to know if you talk about and stuff like that. I figure I'm doing you a favor so I start working my magic in a manner of speaking. I mean you know I have a way of convincing people where they need to be."

"You do that," I said.

"So I am encouraging, complimenting, building her up, and basically telling her to try something small and non-threatening and test your reaction. She did, she liked your reaction. I reinforced to her your reaction. Look at it like this might be the best way-I was coaching her to help her be the kind of woman you wanted her to be. She wants to be the woman you want her to be-and remain herself as well-and wasn't clear on how to accomplish it, so I helped things along."

I was running the time frame through in my mind, and things were becoming a lot clearer now. "OK, so in my timeframe that puts it going on until the time you went home."

"Precisely. I had a lot going on trying to get back up to speed, get a job, stuff like that. But I didn't forget you, no. Instead of the texting back in the US it was easier to call and talk, get the instant feedback of a conversation-and you liked the results didn't you?"

"I did. Let me get this straight, you were coaching her in how to open up more, to get naked on Skype in front of me."

"Yeah, something like that," Tray said.

"OK, I get the feeling you just left something out."

"Well a couple of times I had her Skype with me first to be sure she could take the step. Couple of times she balked just when it got interesting-and you and I both know if she had done that with you that you would have probably let your disappoint show and put her back where you do not want her to be. True?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I admitted.

"Besides, you said that if I got her sending you pictures of her naked that I could see them, right?" Tray asked.

"Yeah."

"OK, so I've seen Jennifer naked, just like you agreed."

"Damn you, you twist words around."

"Yeah, sometimes I do to achieve what I am trying to do, and in this case what I was trying to do was help a brother. You gotta keep that in mind," Tray said.

"OK, go on, you're helping me by watching my wife Skype naked," I said.

Tray laughed. "Like I said, something like that. I have not lied to you or gone anywhere I wasn't invited to go though."

"All right dammit, go on."

"Get to the good parts?" Tray laughed. I could see that white toothed grin plastered on that broad dark black face as he said it. He was loving this.

"Yes, get to the good parts."

"OK, Sweet Jennifer is naked, legs splayed showing off that pretty pussy to you, rubbing off a good orgasm, and I get to enjoy it too. You getting what you wanted, I helped it along, and believe it or not Jennifer is learning quickly that she is getting off doing this too."

"And then what?"

"That is where I stopped for a while."

"Your idea about the dildoes?"

"What dildoes?" Tray asked. "I didn't have anything to do with dildoes. Wait!" his voice was louder. "The girl is fucking herself with dildoes while you watch? Damn man, I wasn't expecting that. She's rolling on her own now it looks like."

"You said you stopped?"

"Yeah, I stopped. Until I dug up this job interview-and that is all straight up and legit. Jennifer helped me a lot in getting that job, mostly because she is so drop dead gorgeous. I don't think you or her has a good clue how top-ten-prettiest-girls-in-the-world hot that she is. Hell, the boss was already talking about hooking her up with a modeling agency he has an interest in."

"Then there was the party and the prep, and I knew you all were tight on money and probably couldn't afford new threads, and I knew how she needed to look for this interview thing, so I went along for the shopping trip. She modeled each thing for me, until we found the perfect thing that really shows her beauty off. She liked them, I liked them, and you can't tell me you didn't like those outfits." Tray said.

"I liked them." I admitted.

"So we went to the party, I treated her just as if you were there with us. Yeah, I flirted some, put my arm around her waist, pulled her tight dancing, and yeah I got rock hard and no way she could have not felt it but that as far as it went. Between the dresses and how they looked, the fuss everyone gave up for her at the party-she owned it. And the more attention paid to her, the more she responded, the drinking, how she stood, how she spoke, walked, I mean it was like a butterfly crawling out of a cocoon. She said she was doing some mental exercises the shrink told her to try in little steps but things were going so well she was taking giant steps that night."

"I was in contact up until then," I said, "Then those damn solar flares hit. Tray? I appreciate the time and detail and how things have gone, but before we get cut off again without me knowing I gotta know man."

"I know," Tray said. "I thought it was what you wanted. That's what you said. I'll tell the truth here, when you said take it as far as I could I figured unless I heard from you otherwise I wanted to get her top off, play with those perfect titties (and they are), and there could be some oral sex involved. I'm kool. I wasn't going to fuck her."

"But you did."

"Not until she told me you had given her permission to if she wanted to. Was she lying?"

"No she wasn't."

"So you told her she could get some strange dick if she really had the urge, but you didn't really mean it?"

"I don't know if I meant it or not looking back on it."

"She believed you meant it. I believed you meant it. And brother I will give you advice here-for the rest of your life do not tell Jennifer that you did not mean it. Promise me that."

"Fair enough, I promise," I said. In this I knew he was right.

"Now I have a question," Tray asked. "Where does that leave us? You and me? You gonna be OK with the fact that I fucked Jennifer."

I was boxed in and I knew it. I had encouraged him, given her permission, what did I expect to happen? I didn't want to lose a friend or a wife over this. I only had one answer I could give. "We're all good." I said. "But I want to say right here that the primary reason we are good is so far it has all been honest. If it doesn't there will be trouble, and I think you know me well enough to know I don't joke about crap like that."

"I believe you."

"And now? Where's she at?"

Tray laughed. "Can't shut Pandora's box man. I know what you wanted, and you got it. In spades. The girl is a quick learner."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Jennifer is a thoroughbred. You know I've fucked a lot of white women, and she is in the top one or two of all time. You wanted her open, she's open. The perfect combination of demure and quiet in the sexiest way possible, and with three drinks and some suggestive talk an innuendo first, you get the girl naked in a bed and hold on for dear life. I mean I know you've fucked her a lot-but I don't think you ever saw her really let go and tell you how she liked to be fucked, how she could use explicit words and get turned on from the use of them, the nastier the better."

"You are talking about my wife?" I said.

"Wait till you get home. You will thank me forever for this one-but the reality is I did a little coaching, was lucky enough to be her first black cock, gave that tight white pussy a good stretching, and got fucked by a woman who loves fucking on a scale that I have never seen nothing like before."

"That's hard to believe, but I don't doubt you."

"You can't talk to her for a few more days because of her job training, but take my word for it. Get your ass home quick."

"Yeah I need to."

"Evan?"

"Yeah?"

"I love ya man, but you need to know this, good chance I may not be the only brother gonna get some of that. You want me to stay close and keep her occupied till you can get here? Lessen the chance?"

"You asking me if I want you to keep fucking my wife so she doesn't start fucking other men too?"

"Think about this. You gave her permission. She took. She liked it. You didn't tell her to only fuck your Army buddy. Hear me, brother. She liked it. A lot. Guess that sums it."

I was really worried and confused now. "You think that is a possibility? That she would want to do other men?"

"Evan, it is beyond a possibility. What is holding her back? Why wouldn't she? She didn't have a single life. She may think she has catching up to do. You gotta understand sometimes when you want something there are unintended consequences that no one can foresee."