Five Mums Ch. 43 - Breakdown Pt. 04

Chapter 43 - Treatment continues.

Brandi and I had just taken a shower. And we sat there, each having a drink. Brandi suddenly jumped up from her chair and walked over to me to join the couch I was sitting on. It was a three-seater sofa and I sat at one end. My left arm rests on the armrest. Brandi joined me on the middle pillow.

She sat next to me, she turned her head to look at me, smiled, and then patted my thigh.

"Oh my God, no more fucking? When she's not horny?" I thought.

Brandi turned and threw her legs beside her, so that she was half lying on the couch.

"Thank you Jay, I just need a little hug." Brandi said quietly, burying her head in my lap.

I could smell her passion fruit shower gel as it wafted off her and onto me. It was sweet and fruity. And it reminded me of Yana's favourite shampoo flavour, which was apple.

"No problem, Brandi. I just thought how your shower gel reminds me of Yana." I commented.

"Oh, Yana, I forgot to tell her about your progress. Can you pass me my phone?" asked Brandi.

I reached over to the coffee table in front of the couch and grabbed Brandi's phone. I handed it to her. She took it from me and went through her text messages.

"Hmm, two from Penny, three from Mom, twenty-two from Yana." Let's see what they have to say." Brandi said, flipping through them.

"Penny wants to know how you're doing, and the second is, can I teach Thomas how to ride, please say no to what he doesn't do." Brandi said as she read Penny's lyrics.

"And now your mother." I'm just asking how the treatment is going, what kind of treatment I'm doing, and does it include you? Second, will you be home tomorrow? Brandi read.

I just sat there and stroked Brandi's head while she lay on top of me.

"Mmm, let's text her back, Jay's fine, he's supposed to be home tomorrow and no, I didn't fuck him." You know, I can provide proper, professional advice." Brandi said, sending mom a message back. Like my mother, Brandi was the kind of person who talks when texting.

"Now, Yana." Brandi said.

She opened a series of Yana's texts.

"Thank you, thank you for seeing me this afternon. I'm very worrried. " Brandi read. Highlighting the spelling errors. I chuckled softly.

"Yana is upset, I see." I said.

"How?" Brandi asked.

"When Yana gets upset, worried, tired, or excited. Her English breaks down. Hence, the misspelled words." I explained.

"She wants you to take a picture in the pyjamas she brought you, they're new and she knows you're going to like them." Brandi asked.

"I haven't seen them. I said.

"The other twenty are just expressions of affection, expressing her hopes and dreams for the future, about how much she misses you and worries about you. And various heartfelt expressions of love. In fact, twenty messages in less than three hours. I understand why Anne hid Yana's phone for a while when we were in Rotorua. But it shows me that she really genuinely loves you. Brandi said with a hint of sadness in her voice as she said the last part.

"Hmm, what should I write in response?" Brandi asked loudly. Then, after a moment's thought, she called Yana.

Yana answered almost instantly.

"Oh, hello Yana petal, the treatment is going well, don't worry about a thing, I am very pleased. He'll definitely be here tonight, maybe tomorrow night. But I'll make him better for you, don't worry, we're working through his problems and ways to deal with them. But these are his problems, and one thing is obvious. He loves you with all his heart. So don't worry, just concentrate on yourself and your bubs. Oh, I don't know if he did mention it, but it's something you have to tell him face-to-face. Oh, do you want to talk to him? Okay." Brandi said into the phone. Obviously, that was half of the conversation, as I couldn't hear what Yana was saying.

Brandi handed me the phone. I took it from her.

"Hello, Yana." I said into the phone.

"Oh, honey, how are you, I really, really miss you. My heart is heavy with anxiety." Yana said.

"That's okay, and I feel the same way about you. I answered.

"I enjoyed the conversation we had with Brandi earlier, she's very, what's that word? Deep. I am incredibly glad that we have to turn to her in these times." Yana said.

"Yes, sometimes an outside perspective can be helpful. And Yana, I'm sorry." I said.

"Excuse me?" Why are you sorry? Yana asked.

"About that. Maybe I should have given you my opinion on the wedding plans earlier. I owe you an apology." I said.

"No, don't apologize, I should have asked about your ideas and feelings. But I just got so carried away with it. And then generous offers from Mom, Penny, and Janice. It was all directed at me. But I should have asked you. I'm the one who has to apologize." Yana said apologetically, starting to cry.

"Yana don't cry. If we argue on the wedding details, what does it mean for our future? I would marry you in a heartbeat, with you wearing a rubbish sack. It doesn't matter as long as we together." I said.

Yana started to stop crying and then you could tell she was starting to cheer up.

"Oh, thank you precious, I know you feel that way. But in a way I want the big wedding with the guests and the church and the party and the big dress. Because it is what I have always wanted. It may be my second wedding, but it is my last." Yana said. I started to cry into the phone.

"Thank you Yana, just thank you." I said back in between tears.

"I make you cry." Yana said starting to cry again.

Brandi was gesturing for her phone. I passed it to her.

"Sorry Yana, you two need a break. Now get some rest. Do something to take your mind off this. Okay bye." Brandi said and then hung up.

"Well, I stopped that going on for forever." Brandi commented.

"Hmm." I just said.

"Now Brandi?" I asked.

"Yes?" Brandi said as she snuggled into me closer.

"tell me why has a woman like you not remarried? You live in a big house, I assume you have a good income, why has no man snapped you up?" I asked.

"Oh, and I was enjoying this snuggle, I hate the nighttime when I am alone. No one to talk to, or cuddle with. The days are ok. I have clients and visitors but night times I'm here all alone. And I don't mean in an erotic, sexual way. I'll admit I am constantly horny. But it just isn't the same." Brandi confided in me.

"You miss the companionship?" I asked.

"Yes, that's part of the reason I asked Galina to move in here with me. Keep me company. As well as help her find her way sexually. But mainly for the companionship." Brandi said.

"So, in answer to my question how come you haven't remarried. I know you've been widowed for a number of years. And you bat for both sides, but prefer dick. So, what haven't you remarried?" I asked.

"Who's the therapist?" Brandi asked.

"Hey sometimes even therapists need help." I said.

"True. Well to be honest it's been eleven years since he passed. And I do miss him he was a good husband, and he would have been a good dad too. But we weren't lucky in that way." Brandi said.

"Yes, mum thinks you feel guilty about it." I confided.

"Why? What has she said?" Brandi asked.

"Well, she told Yana and Yana told me. About how he died. And about the phone call and so on." I said.

"Oh, did she just? But I suppose to be honest in a way she would be right in that assumption. I'll tell you about it." Brandi said.

"Christ I've opened a can of worms." I thought to myself.

"Well, we had been married a few years by then and I had suffered two miscarriages, so we were trying a third time. And we engaged a lot of people to help ensure it didn't happen again. Garth, that was my hubby's name was desperate for a child. So was I. We used acupuncturists, nutritionists, dieticians we even used a Gynae who was an IVF doctor but not for IVF, but he prescribed all sorts of hormones to promote my fertility and Garths. But it just wasn't happening. We had fertility calendars and everything. Garth and I were at it like Rabbits as well. And then one night he had a phone call. And it was from one of his colleagues, a colleague called Angela. She was asking if she could swap shifts with him for a while as she was a bit crook. He said he would check with his wife. So, he hung up and I asked who it was. And he said it was Angela. I didn't let him finish. As soon as I heard a woman's name, I lost it. I was sort of tanked to my eyeballs on these fertility drugs and hormones.

I was so temperamental with everything. But then it didn't help that Garth was younger than me. I was thirty eight he was thirty three, but he had a typical fireman's body. Chiselled, big in the chest and shoulders, a 12 pack abdomen. He had many women throw themselves at him. I assumed he was having an affair. And being all hormonal, I cracked." Brandi explained.

I nodded and then Brandi continued.

"So, I exploded. I threw things at him; the wall over there still bears the scars. I slapped him across the face and then I walked away. I got two steps, and he was standing behind me very meek, apologetic, and concerned. I punched him in the face, gave him a black eye. But oddly I didn't throw him out. Okay I moved him into the spare room. But I wanted so much to give him what he most dearly wanted. I assumed because I had miscarried twice he blamed me and had moved onto someone younger and more capable in the maternity department. He was actually scared of me at the time. So, he changed shifts with everyone he could, so he could give me some space. One of those shifts was a night shift. Four days after the phone call he was dead." Brandi explained as she started to cry.

"He had swapped with another fireman, and he was called to a housefire. With people trapped. They arrived and they had the young family and then the mother said something about a baby. Garth heard it and then re-entered to find it. He should have known better he had been a fireman since he was twenty. But like me, his mind was somewhere else. So, he went in by himself before anyone could stop him. He found the baby, a six month old girl and he passed her out the window to another fireman. And then the roof collapsed on top of him. They were able to get him out, but he had third degree burns all over his back and face. He had a punctured lung. The Ambos worked on him on the front lawn. And then in between gasps and pants as he struggled to breathe. He said two things. As he laid there on the stretcher with cords on him. He had his best friend Alan holding one hand. Garth took his oxygen mask off and asked if the baby was all right. And then he said to Alan. Tell Brandi I love her and I'm sorry. And then he started crying and died." Brandi said as she explained the circumstances of her husband's death. She was welling up at this raw memory she had somehow shared with me.

"First thing I knew of it, was a senior officer from the fire brigade, Alan and a cop were on my doorstep at 2am. The cop was there because he needed to be identified but really seeing a senior officer and Alan in his full gear covered in soot. It really told me everything I needed to know. Alan just said Brandi. And then I fell to my knees, sobbing. Well not sobbing. More wailing." Brandi explained.

"But you got through?" I asked. Imagining what it must have been like. It also dawned on me how lonely Brandi actually was.

"Yeah, the day of the funeral I downed a bottle of whiskey and half a bottle of Bourbon. Penny's husband was good, he arranged the funeral. But the fire brigade took him in and drove him. Least it could do it seemed at the time." Brandi said.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, he had always been a fireman, and I stipulated no uniforms at the wedding, even though he wanted Alan and him to wear their uniforms. So, I had a fire brigade funeral. Then when I went home I was left alone so I cut all my hair off, and over the next few months I let myself go I ballooned to a size 24. I was a size 10 before that. It also caused me to drift apart from my two oldest and closest friends. Penny and your mum. I was depressed I had lost my husband, the love of my life and I was childless, and they each had a child, you, and Thomas. I just couldn't take it. I refused grief counselling, I turned my back on the Salvation Army too, and threw myself into my Ph.D. But enough about me. You're here because you need me to help you. But your mum is right I do feel guilty. But this is the first time since it happened that I have confided in anyone about it. Thank you." Brandi said.

"Not a problem glad I could be of help. What happened to Angela and Alan? And about the Salvation Army?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Angela had twins about a year after a boy and a girl she named them Brandi and Garth, haven't seen her since. Alan left the brigade and went back to being a mechanic. I see him often he's an Alfa mechanic. And the Salvos I work for them one day a week. And the uniform? It is upstairs in the spare room wardrobe. And it still fits." Brandi answered cheekily.

'Hmm, I feel making donating to the Sallies, if the Sallie lady is hot enough." I replied cheekily.

"Hmm, that could be arranged, you horny and want to fuck?" Brandi asked as she sat back up.

"Yes." I said.

"Good I thought you would never ask. And you want me to wear the uniform?" Brandi asked teasingly.

"Of course." I answered back.

"Good, give me five minutes and then come upstairs. Stud." Brandi said as she stood up, leaned down and kissed me.

She walked towards the door of the lounge and started to make for her upstairs bedroom. She returned a minute later carrying a pamphlet.

"Here have a read." She said as she handed it to me. I took it from her and read it. It was entitled 'Why we wear a uniform.' An official Salvation Army publication apparently. I couldn't help but giggle. If Brandi was keen on converting me to the Sallies, she was hardly a shining example. I mean fucking anyone and everyone with a pulse, both male and female. Taking it in the ass, fisting. I don't think the 'Army against sin.' Would approve. Plus, I don't think Rome or Moscow would approve of me jumping ship too. I didn't care I was using her uniform as an erotic symbol, and I wasn't here for deep spiritual discussions. I laughed audibly reading the pamphlet until I was disturbed by the jangle of a tambourine.

I stopped my bout of laughter and looked up in the direction of the jangling noise to find Brandi was standing over in her Salvation Army uniform. Brandishing a tambourine in her right hand.

"Hello Brandi, nice to see you." I said.

"Yes I came down to get you, I didn't think you were coming up." She said as she sat down on the arm of the couch next to me.

"Sorry I was having a good read and a bit of a laugh. I do apologise." I said as I wrapped my right arm around her waist.

"And what did you find so funny?" Brandi asked.

"Just the pamphlet it is a bit preachy and maybe trying to ensnare you, but most of all it's the timing. I'm RC and in a few weeks I'm going to have to convert to Orthodox." I said to Brandi.

"Doesn't matter what religion you are, they all have the capacity to cause trouble. But as long as your god given gear is working, I shall be happy." Brandi said as she reached down and rubbed my crotch.

Before bending her head over and kissing me upside down spider man like.

She kissed me deeply once and then moved her head back up.

"Coming?" Brandi asked and then climbed off the couch's arm and stood there. I got up, my hard cock was rock hard and standing firm in front of me. I stood there and took Brandi in.

She was standing next to her couch. Wearing her Salvation Army uniform. She had her brown hair up in a bun. Not right on top of her head like Penny. But on the back of her head. Her uniform consisted of a white blouse; a Navy blue blazer done up with three brassy buttons from underneath her bust. A navy blue straight cut skirt which came to just above her knees. Black stockings or Pantyhose and black shoes with small heels. She held her brown tambourine in her right hand.

She looked at me and I looked at her. I was getting harder. Was I developing a uniform fetish? Brandi was here in her Sallie uniform, and I had fucked Yana with an intense passion when she wore her old soviet army uniform. Brandi jangled her tambourine.

"Coming?" Brandi asked again as she reached out with her left hand. I reached out and held her left hand in my right hand.

"Oh, good I can see this sinner needs salvation from his path of sin." Brandi said half teasing. As she led me away up to her bedroom. When we got to the bedroom we both stood in the middle of the room, and we passionately embraced with multiple deep, wet tongue kisses. I wrapped my arms around Brandi's waist and held her tight, close into me as I probed her mouth with my tongue.

Brandi then pulled away and picked up her tambourine.

"Alms for the poor, Alms for the poor, Any donation kindly received. Alms for the poor." Brandi cried out, accentuating each phrase with a shake of the tambourine. She also affected a terrible cockney accent. As she did a little bit of role play.

I approached her.

"Collecting for Christmas?" I asked as I approached her.

"Oh yes, kind sir any donations gratefully received. Sir." Brandi replied shaking her tambourine.

I playfully looked through all my pockets. Finding no change.

Brandi shook her tambourine in my face.

"All donations in the tambourine please." She cried. Making us both feel like we on the street corner of Victorian London.

"I'm sorry, I have no change." I said rather sadly playing along.

"Anything is appreciated." Brandi responded.

"Okay, well in that case. I can donate the donation will get bigger with your help. But you'll have to lower your tambourine." I said.

"Oh, thank you kind sir and bless you." Brandi said as she lowered the tambourine lower to shoulder height.

"Lower." I said, she dropped it to nipple height. I kept saying 'Lower until it was just under the zip in my trousers. Brandi staring me in the face.

"Well, here is my donation." I said as I unzipped my pants and pulled them and my boxers down. My fully hardened cock springing free and landing across her tambourine, making it jangle slightly.

Brandi looked down and gave a shocked look.

"Oh, thank you kind sir. I can see that the lord has truly blessed you." Brandi said again making a comical yet terrible cockney accent. She shook the tambourine a few more times and then placed it down or should I say dropped it down on the floor. She then ran her hands over my hard cock. Which although not at full mast yet was already nine inches long.

"Want to help the lord's work and make it grow?" I asked Brandi.

"Oh, do I ever kind sir, but how?" Brandi said loving the roleplay.

"Easy get on your knees and suck it for me. Oh, and the lord." I said somewhat forgetting this roleplay.

Brandi licked her lips and dropped to her knees. Hiking her skirt up just a bit before she knelt down on the floor in front of me.

She knelt down on both knees. Her face level with my cock. She was still wearing her uniform. I think that was part of the fascination with it.

She ran her hand up and down it. Licking her lips as she did so. Then she gave it two quick spits of saliva and started to coat it with her saliva. She then looked up at me, into my face smiled and then licked her lips.

She then kissed my tip straight on, then a kiss on the left side of my tip, and then the right side. She then returned to the tip and took it between her lips. Giving a small quick suck before taking the tip but only the tip inside her mouth. She applied some suction with her mouth and then while maintaining that suction, swirled her tongue around the tip while it was encased in her mouth. While she was doing this she reached forward with one hand and gently massaged my balls.