The Psychotic Husband (The Husband Series Book 3)

by Lucian Bane

  “Lucas,” Ben muttered, shaking his lowered head.

  “Maybe now’s a good time to introduce myself,” Lucas barely mumbled, like a ventriloquist.

  “Do you think he can’t hear you if you don’t move your lips?” Ben cried.

  “It’s nice to meet you Lucas,” Charlie hurried, cutting right through the awkward moment.

  “Pleasure’s all mine,” Lucas returned, holding his hand out.

  Charlie shook it with exuberance, grinning.

  “And I’m Irish.” Irish stuck out their left hand and Charlie let go of Lucas’s to shake it.

  “Nice to meet you Irish. What’s your gift?” he asked, like he’d just met famous people.

  “I handle the gustatory system,” Irish said. “Or the sense of taste.”

  “And I’m on optical illusions,” Lucas said.

  “And Frank touches,” Charlie remembered, smiling. “So, you have to mesh, but…how do they come? When?”

  “When we mesh, another one comes,” Ben said. “Only this time, it didn’t.”

  “Oh…” Charlie’s posture sagged a little as he pondered. “I wonder why?”

  “I think…” Lucas began, “I know why but will wait till your son isn’t here to say.”

  Ben tensed and regarded Charlie who got up with, “Well, I need my beauty sleep, so I’ll let you get to that.”

  Charlie made it to the door in record time and Ben shot out a “Thanks,” as he left out.

  “I think we need to do it three times since my gifts work in three different dimensions,” Lucas said the moment he was out.

  “You think?”

  “I do,” he assured.

  His cock was so hard he could scarcely think or breathe. Ben wondered, “Two in a row?”

  “And one after another?” Lucas asked.

  “I can do it in thirty seconds,” Irish generously offered.

  “Too fast,” Lucas assured.

  “Agreed,” Ben said.

  “She’s been ready,” Frank added.

  The door suddenly opened, and she entered the room in a white silk robe, turning the lock as she did. “Figured I could sleep in here?”

  Wongs Return

  Their mouth was suddenly dry and watering all at once as they sat speechless. What are we going to do? Lucas wondered, blinking her tits into their vision.

  “I want to put it in her mouth again,” Frank whispered.

  She stared at them, biting her lower lip, walking slowly over. “How about you get naked and I decide what I want to do to you?”

  They seemed to all rush in different directions, making Ben hurry to nowhere. I’ll drive, Ben said, standing and removing their clothes in record time while watching her remove her robe.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” Ben gushed, standing and waiting for instructions.

  “I think…” she put her finger to her chin, staring at their cock. “That I need to suck you till you come in my mouth.”

  “Oh God yes” and “Dear fuck” and “I’m going to die” and Frank’s “Yippee,” rushed out like gibberish, making her giggle as she walked up to him and pushed him onto the bed.

  “She pushed us,” Frank said, sounding impressed as Ben got on his elbows, gaze glued to the incoming heaven. He moved his legs and encountered resistance. Trying to drive, Ben reminded. His muscles released and he drew his knees up, letting them fall wide open for her, already breathing hard.

  “Oh God,” Lucas couldn’t stop from saying as she crawled on the bed, her tits hanging perfectly.

  “Somebody’s here,” Frank whimpered, like he hated to say it but knew he needed to.

  She froze and sat on the bed, looking toward the door. “Where?”

  “They’re coming on the driveway. I can feel it. And Charlie’s coming. And he’s closer.”

  “Who’s closer?” Ben wondered, confused.

  “The one that knows things with hearing and hears it with feeling.”

  “Lucas?” Ben wondered, hoping he knew what that meant.

  “He means the next fracture. It’s how Frank is able to hear things that far away. He can feel the vibrations in his ear.”

  “The Wongs!” Cheryl realized, scooting off the bed and grabbing her robe. “I need to get dressed!” She hurried to the closet. “You too, Ben.”

  A knock sounded at the door as Ben followed Cheryl to the closet. He detoured to it. “Charlie,” he said, holding the door open.

  “Alice’s parents are here,” he whispered. “They just texted.”

  “We’re getting up now.”

  “Sorry,” he added, as though knowing what kind of party got crashed.

  “We’ll live,” Ben muttered. “We’ll meet up in the kitchen.”

  “What are we telling them?”

  “I’ll have to play it by ear,” Ben said. “See what I can figure out. I’ll find a way to let you know. Make sure Alice knows that plan. We say nothing until we know what’s going on.”

  “Got it.” Charlie paused and launched on him with a tight hug and “Love you dad.” Then hurried off.

  Wow that was….Lucas began.

  A supernova of energy, Irish said.

  He hugs with his gift!” Frank realized excited, straining to see Charlie racing downstairs as the door shut.

  Cheryl hurried out of the closet, long flowing red skirt trailing and modest white top with red polka-dots hiding her tits. She pushed clothes into his stomach while Lucas moved the blouse obstacle and stared at her perfect tits pushing out of the red bra. “Dress in this. Casual and normal looking,” she whispered, pecking their lips then hurrying around them.

  The painful tease sent Irish after her for more, and Ben put the brakes, sitting their horny asses on the bed. “Time to dress,” he muttered while Lucas and Irish watched her in the bathroom mirror, brushing her hair and fixing her face as she called it. Ben smiled at feeling the newness of it. Was like getting to experience her all over again for the first time and nothing inside him could be sorry about that or pissed. Was the one side-effect in this whole bizarre thing he could love.

  “So what’s the plan?” she asked when he finished dressing and stood next to her in the bathroom.

  “I can’t imagine they’d expect us to be completely dressed at this hour,” Ben said as she slapped the mascara brush along her lashes.

  “You know how I am,” she lightly pled. “I like to be presentable.”

  A reckless urge of hunger slammed him, and he moved between her and the mirror, staring down at her. He took the mascara brush and set it behind him without looking then kissed her. Ben held his eyes shut when Lucas fought to rapid blink and devour her in every dimension at such a close distance. Cheryl gasped in his mouth from Irish’s wicked tongue flicks while Ben found where her top and skirt divided and slid his hand in her skirt, then panties. With a harsh growl, he drove his tongue deep and his finger even deeper into her drenched pussy.

  Her shocked cry of pleasure blasted into his mouth as she clung to his shoulders and put her foot on the vanity, fighting to get more.

  “I’m going to make her come,” Irish warned, making Ben dizzy as their mouth flooded with the mind-blowing taste of her. They answered his speak now or shut up with more hunger, urging him to do it. Ben opened his eyes, letting Lucas burn them with every erotic vision of her as cry after strangled cry escaped her. When she got too loud, Irish covered her mouth with theirs, and the taste of her ecstasy made him nearly come right there in his pants.

  When they’d forced every drop of desire from her, Irish greedily sucked her off the two fingers he’d fucked her with.

  “Please,” she pled, dropping to her knees and pulling the lounge pants down to his ankles.

  “They’re coming,” Frank warned as her mouth devoured and her hand squeezed his balls before forcing her finger between his ass cheeks and stroking greedily over his ass. The combo brought a shocking wave of pleasure that drew their orgasm like a locomotive. Ben buried both fists in her hair and
rapidly pounded the back of her throat as the burning fury seethed out of him.

  Before he could worry that he’d fucked another hole in her throat, her mouth was on his, naughty tongue showing him what she’d done, while sexy moans declared her victory.

  Irish captured her face and held her still as he slowly kissed her, his tongue taking its time to capture everything that needed learning. The taste of his seed in her mouth seemed to blow his mind to the point that required repetitive examination, all while each flick of his tongue produced its own mini-mouth-orgasm.

  She suddenly gasped a laugh in his mouth, holding their face back, breathless. “That was the most amazing…three minutes of my life.”

  “Three minutes and forty-six seconds.” Frank’s frail correction from the grave made Ben chuckle. “Frank, you okay, buddy?”

  “Need a bubble bath,” he barely gasped, bringing both their laughter as Cheryl kissed him.

  “I love you, Ben,” she whispered.

  “Mmmm,” Ben murmured, not wanting to ever stop feeling her. “We better go.” He smoothed her hair and straightened her blouse.

  You think she loves me too? Frank’s wonder-whisper felt like he’d pressed his mouth right on his ear.

  I’m sure she does.

  How sure?

  Ben made his way with Cheryl out the room. Very, very, sure.

  Super, duper sure?

  Do you want me to ask her? Ben smiled at feeling his worry.

  Maybe when we take a bubble bath.

  You want me to ask then?

  If you want. But after I make her a bubble bouquet.

  Ben wasn’t sure why sharing his wife with Frank didn’t bother him. She likes bouquets. Seemed like sharing his favorite toy with his little brother. I think we should get her a real bouquet soon.

  ****

  “How do we act?” Charlie wondered, pacing in his room where Alice dressed.

  “What do you mean?” She slid her feet into her pink rabbit slippers.

  “I mean…I feel like they’ll take one look at me and see what we’ve been doing. I’m pretty sure I have some kind of look about me now.”

  She threw her head back and laughed before gasping and pointing at him. “What is that on your forehead?” She hurried to him and grabbed his face, kissing along his brow before moving her mouth to his ear. “It says I put my dick in Alice’s mouth and made her suck till I came, then I spanked her and fingered her till she came.” She seemed to work herself up and devoured his mouth with a hungry moan that had him dizzy.

  “God, stop,” he begged, his voice breaking with the rush of desire.

  “Mmmm,” she said, capturing his tongue between her teeth then releasing it. “I don’t care what they see or think,” she confessed, pecking his lips with a squeeze to his dick.

  She pranced her way to the bed, and he envied her ability to remain on her feet. He needed to sit after hearing her say all that.

  “So dad’s had one episode and now he’s fine, and we’ve just been having fun exploring the town?” he double checked.

  “Sounds legit,” she said, stressing the word and scrunching her nose with a smile. “I hear them,” she gasped, hurrying to the door.

  “I’ll be two minutes behind you,” he said, not wanting them appearing together from the same side of the house.

  ****

  A minute into greeting the Wongs and Lucas reported, He’s hiding something, but he seems safe enough. This while Lo checked Ben’s scar and rattled off medical questions he answered as honestly as he could.

  His colors are no harm to us, Irish added.

  “Ben, may I speak with you privately,” Lo finally said after he was done.

  “Sure.” He turned to Cheryl and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

  She squeezed his shoulder and nodded. “I’ll catch up with Yan.”

  The moment they were out of earshot, Lo turned. “I keep getting a call from a man named Dr. Labbard.”

  A bright light flashed in Ben’s head, making him clench his eyes tight. He blinked several times, gasping.

  “Are you okay?”

  “What…what is that?”

  “What’s what?” Lo asked. “Are you seeing things?”

  It’s coordinates. Lucas closed his eyes and a map appeared in their mind. Dizziness swam through Ben as the map evolved into a 3-D image that they soared over like a bird. There. He pointed to the map. It’s a place in the Catskills mountains in New York.

  “I’m fine, sorry.” Ben realized Irish answered for him.

  “Do you need to sit?” he asked.

  “No,” Ben said. “What about this doctor has you spooked?”

  “Is it that obvious?”

  Maybe not, but it was to them. “A little.”

  Why did that name give us that location? Ben asked Lucas. Does this person live there?

  “At first I didn’t think anything of it,” Lo began. “My phone was dead and then Yan checked my emails and found one that seemed to be fishing for the wrong kind of information. I can tell you I’m already paranoid that people will get to you before I’m ready to go public with the surgery’s success, and Yan knows this. But he wasn’t asking about you, he was asking about Frank Ward.”

  “What was he asking?”

  “If I was aware of who Frank Ward was, and his condition. And that we needed to return him, like he was just some head we’d purchased off a shelf.”

  “Return him where?”

  “Well, I didn’t reply to the email, but Yan looked him up and he seems to be a doctor at Bakers Field in New Jersey.”

  “Okay,” Ben said, not following the weird connection.

  “That’s a mental institution!” he cried quietly. “He says Frank Ward is his patient, like he has no idea that he’s dead! First of all, how does this man not know Mr. Ward is dead, and two, if he does somehow know about the head transplant, does he not realize it’s no longer Frank in his head? He acted like he owned this man and would like his possession back.”

  “Oh shit,” Ben whispered when Lucas showed him. “That’s because he does own me. Or Frank.” Ben paced now. “You just figuring that one out?”

  Just remembering, Lucas said.

  “I am, yes,” Lo said, thinking he was talking to him.

  We were a ward of the state, Lucas said. Dr. Labbard was our doctor.

  Ben covered his face with both hands. Were we nuts? Why were we there?

  “Did you happen to tell anybody about the surgery since you’ve been here?”

  “No,” Ben said, his hands dropping. “Besides my uncle, and he already knew. Kind of.”

  “I have a bad feeling about all of it.”

  “What kind of bad feeling?” Ben wondered, turning. A low rumble of fear niggled at the base of his spine.

  Lo shook his head with suspicion. “Frank Ward was a victim of a vehicular homicide and now I’m being told he was a patient at a hospital and his doctor would like him returned? Frank’s not even alive! You have his head!”

  Ben stared at him for several seconds before dropping into the overstuffed chair. “Frank Ward is alive.”

  Ben finally regarded Lo’s frozen and confused body and face. He slowly lowered on the couch, his expression turning curious. “But…the memory wipe was a success,” he carefully reminded him.

  Ben lowered his head and slid a hand over it, pulling his cap off as he did. “I lied,” he admitted, turning left and right, showing him.

  “What…did you do to…you got tattoos?”

  “Nah,” Ben said, shaking his lowered head before looking right at Lo. “Frank Ward wasn’t killed in a vehicular homicide. He was set up.”

  “How do you…who told you that?”

  “Yeah,” Frank nodded. “I have a lot to tell you.”

  ****

  “Holy shit,” Lo whispered when Ben finished with the clues Alice and Charlie solved while leaving out the serial killer bit. “We need to pull up everything we can find on Frank
Ward.”

  “What Frank has told me so far is that he is gifted and had to mentally fracture into pieces in order to survive his gifts.”

  “What do you mean survive them?”

  “He’d have seizures when his gifts operated together. They were too much for his brain and so he figured out how to divide them and use them separately.”

  “Wow!” Lo said, his eyes huge. “He…he told you this?”

  Ben looked at him. “They told me.”

  “They?”

  “Each one of Frank’s gifts has…a personality.” His eyes got wider somehow. “They’ve been showing up in my head one after another. First one being Frank. And as I said, your daughter figured out how to unlock him.”

  “Unlock him?” he half gasped.

  “Frank, or one piece of Frank figured out how to lock himself in his own head so that he survived the memory wipe.”

  “He knew about that?” he half gasped-yelled.

  “More than knew. He orchestrated all of it.”

  The dramatic shock had Lo’s face almost comical looking. “How!?”

  “A lot is still being unlocked form his memory. Frank, or the first gift said he’d stage locked everything.”

  “Like on a timer?”

  “Yes, but…” Ben slid his finger along his lower lip, not eager to tell the rest. “He requires each of his gifts to mesh with me before another one is allowed out.”

  Lo spoke a string of wonder-Chinese with wider eyes.

  “Through sex,” Ben finished, ready to have the dirty details done. “I have to have sex with my wife in order to unlock the next gift and personality.”

  Choking gasps with that one. “You’ve done this? How many are there?”

  “Seven if you count me.”

  His sputtered Chinese followed with a blasted, “SEVEN! And then you…you had an episode, is that what it was?”

  “No,” Ben said, shaking his head and explaining how the empathy worked with Frank’s brain. “It basically turned me into a fucking psychopath! And I’m pretty damn sure that one’s left scars.”

  “Scars? But…you’re okay now,” he said, obviously worried.

  “So far,” Ben cried with wide eyes. “I’m kind of just riding along here, Lo, waiting for the next holy-shit to happen.”