(MF, exhib, swing, oral, cons)
by Art Martin
Tom & Trudy, with Kyle & Lydia, enjoy a night out...
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2021 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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For a few days after the hedonistic and wanton weekend with our swinging next door neighbors, Trudy and I didn't say much to each other. We didn't broach the gorilla in the room. While Trudy worried about us going to hell, I worried that someone might find out and we'd be ostracized for it.
For me the weekend had been absolutely great. The best time we'd had in our lives, including the hike to the hot springs which had started us down this path to licentiousness. For one thing, we didn't have to suffer and almost die just to get there. We were here already.
Thinking things over, I realized how much we had both enjoyed recreational sex, sex for the fun of it. And it was fun! Kyle wasn't trying to steal my wife away from me, he just wanted to fuck her, and I didn't want to steal Lydia away from him, I just wanted to fuck her. And the girls... they enjoyed a little strange dick too and weren't about to try and run off with someone else either. Everything was out in the open and above the board... no secrets and no sneaking around, the two things that have wrecked many a marriage through the ages.
It hadn't happened yet, but I do believe that if I had come home some day and found Trudy in bed with Kyle, I wouldn't object. The guy down the road, maybe... no make that I'd go ballistic. With Kyle and Lydia, it was a two-way street. With the guy down the street, that was a one way ticket to divorce.
Another thing I realized was how submissive Trudy was. She always did what I asked or told her to do, but I thought that was just her religious commitment to obey her husband in all things. Thinking back, she had also done everything that guy Buster told her to do out by the hot springs. Trudy claimed it was because I wanted her to do it, which I guess I did, but that wasn't the whole story. Kyle had bossed her around without complaint, called her a slut and when he told her he wanted her naked, she got naked, and when he wanted to fuck her, she spread her legs for him. Yes, there was a submissive streak in her a mile wide. I just hadn't realized it until now.
There wasn't much going on that week, other than Sergeant Poole, I mean, Mike, coming by Tuesday afternoon with a four pound chuck roast, a five pound bag of potatoes, a bag of carrots, and a couple of yellow onions. He had gone to the commissary straight from work and then direct to our house, so he was in uniform. And, as before, he was the perfect gentleman with Trudy. I wasn't all that thrilled to see him because earlier that afternoon he'd gotten on my ass about something one of the guys under me had done. In the military, shit rolls downhill. I was this Airman no-class' immediate supervisor and he had fucked up. In Mike's eye, I mean Sergeant Mike's eyes, that means I fucked up for Airman no-class' fuck up.
But that was at work and now we were off duty; work shit was supposed to stay at work and not brought home. So, it's hot as usual, not as hot as it gets in the summer, but still hot for February. As usual, the swamp cooler just barely stayed ahead of the heat outside. I got comfortable as soon as I got home, so that when he arrived, I just had on a pair of cutoffs and nothing else.
Trudy too was as comfortably dressed as she could be, in a pair of cutoffs, she and Lydia had fashioned just that day, cutoffs that showed a lot more ass cheek than she normally showed. That and an old t-shirt, also modified that day, cut off so that it barely covered her bra-less boobs.
"Sergeant Poole!" I said opening the door. I wasn't expecting his ugly mug.
"Mike," he corrected with a withering glare. Then he smiled and added, "We're off duty, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. Come in, come in."
He stepped in and handing me the bag of groceries said, "You always go about half naked at home?"
"I, uh, just got home and it's hot."
"I usually strip naked when I get home and take a cold shower," he said. "Now where's that hot assed wife of yours?"
"Uh, in the kitchen."
"May I say hello?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
"Do I have to take these damned combat boots off?"
"Uh, no, not if you don't want to."
"Well, I want to. My fucking feet are killing me."
He had zippers laced into his boots that made it easy to get into and out of them. Lots of guys, including me, did that. Beats the hell out of lacing up the boots whenever you put them on and unlacing them just to take them off. He bent down, unzipped and kicked them off. He immediately noticed that he was leaving foot prints on the hard floor from his sweat soaked socks, so he discarded his socks too.
"That's better," he declared, "much better."
I followed him into the kitchen. "Hey there, gorgeous!" he greeted.
"Mike! How nice to see you," she greeted while his eyes roamed over her display of flesh.
"Nice to see you too, doll. Damn, that's some outfit!"
Changing the subject, he said, "I brought over the chuck roast. Hope it's not going to be inconvenient for you to prepare it for tomorrow."
"No, no trouble at all. Tom loves pot roast.
"Don't you, Tom?" my wife asked reaching up to put away a bowl in the cabinet, which hiked up her cut-off shirt just enough to flash her tit.
"Yes, I do," I replied amused at my wife's newfound brazenness. Glancing over at Mike, it was apparent that he had enjoyed the brief show.
She then added, "It's just as easy to cook for three, as it is to cook for two.
"Would you care for a beer, Mike?"
"Yes, Ma'am! I'd love a cold beer."
"Tom, get Mike a beer, honey." So I pulled out two beers, one for him and one for me.
"Mike, have you eaten?" she asked as he openly ogled her, no doubt wishing she'd raise her arm again.
"No, Trudy, I haven't"
"Stay for supper?" she offered.
"Oh, I really can't intrude like that," Mike replied.
"You're not intruding," she said. "We're having leftovers. Leftover lasagna from the other night."
"Well, if you have enough for you and Tom..."
"We still have half the lasagna left. We don't have any garlic bread tonight, but we do have salad and some cake."
"Well, in that case..." So he stayed for supper.
We chatted it up in the kitchen while Trudy set the table and made up the salads. With the oven on, it was hot in the small kitchen and he began to perspire.
"You look hot, Mike," she said after a while. "Why don't you take off that heavy shirt and cool off?" she suggested.
"I'd love to," he said with a grin and moments later he was bare chested. I watched Trudy as she gawked at his musculature and his bearish chest hair. He noticed too, I'm sure.
"That's much better," he said. "Much, much better, but these fatigue pants are still a bit hot." I thought he would just take them off right there, but he then said, "I have some gym shorts out in my truck. You mind if I..."
"No, go ahead and get comfortable," my wife said.
Mike headed out to his truck. I asked or rather told Trudy, "You want to fuck him, don't you?"
"Yes, but only if you don't mind." Her directness surprised me. The old Trudy would have indignantly denied it.
"You can't fuck him. He's my boss. His rank is far above mine and the Air Force takes a dim view of things like that between people of different rank."
"You let Kyle fuck me, and he's a higher rank than you."
"By only one grade. Mike is what? A Senior Master Sergeant, four grades higher than me? He'd get court marshaled and so would I, so forget it."
We heard the front door slam shut. He was back. "I'll go change in the bathroom, if that's okay," he called out.
"Yes, go ahead," I replied.
He soon reappeared, half naked like me, in his gym shorts.
Trudy pulled the lasagna from the oven and served it up. Like Saturday night, Trudy and I ate one serving each, Mike ate two and finished it off. Both Mike and I said it was better this time around than it was Saturday night. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't, but Trudy ate up the compliments.
With supper done, Mike pitched in to wash the dishes, as he had done Saturday night. Dishes done, we retired to the living room with fresh beers to let the food digest. Trudy and I sat on the sofa while he sat in the club chair, his massive frame filling the entire chair. He sat rather haphazardly, either by design or carelessly, but with his knees and feet spread, Trudy and I both could see up the leg of his gym shorts where the head of a massive cock lay half hidden. He seemed not to notice that he was exposing himself and we acted likewise.
With the beers finished, he declared that he needed to go, so that, "you kids can get on with whatever you need to do."
He stood and went to the bathroom to change back into his fatigues. Returning he said, "I almost forgot," and held up a small silver ring. "This was my wife's. And, well, she liked it and uh... maybe you'll like it too," he told Trudy.
"Oh, I can't accept that, Mike. It was your wife's."
"She's gone. I have no use for it and I'd like for you to have it. That is, if it fits." With that he knelt down and took her bare foot in his big hand, lifted it and slipped it over her middle toe. It fit quite nicely. He then bent down and kissed the ring and her foot!
"Thank you, Mike," she gushed. "It's really lovely."
"You are more than welcome, my dear.
"Well, let me get out of here."
I went outside with him. He turned and with a grin told me, "You go in there and fuck that girl," then proceeded to his truck. By then Trudy had come outside with me. He waved as he drove off.
I must admit, the silver toe ring looked sexy on her. I also had to admit that he was making a play for my wife. I wasn't real happy about that, but what could I do? "Well, you could do as he suggested and fuck her," I said out loud to myself. "Yeah, that's the ticket!"
"Trudy! Let's go fuck, baby!" I called out upon closing the front door. She had the same idea as I did.
The next day, I was just another E-4 Airman under his command. A trusted Airman, but not immune to his ire. He did ease up at one point to thank me for having him for supper the night before and told me how he looked forward to Trudy's cooking again that night. I thought with a silent snort, 'That's not the only thing about Trudy you're looking forward to!'
It was contradictory. Just as I began sharing my wife with the neighbor, I was also feeling jealous of another man making the moves on her. Mike had become my 'guy down the road.'
That evening precisely at the appointed time, Mike showed up at my door carrying a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of chilled white wine. This time he brought along a nice cork screw to go along with it. He was dressed casually, just as Trudy and I were, in shorts and polo shirt. Coming inside, he kicked off the flip flops he'd worn over.
Trudy, sporting her toe ring, gushed about the flowers. And even though a white wine, like the Riesling he brought, didn't go with a heavy beef dish like pot roast, Trudy loved it because it was sweet. Mike and I stuck to our beer.
The pot roast, roasted carrots and from scratch mashed potatoes she made were delicious and Mike praised her cooking. Mid meal, he dropped a piece of meat loaded with gravy onto his shirt.
"Oh, take that off and I'll rinse it out for you," she said. Initially he declined, but she insisted and off came the shirt.
For the rest of the meal, she tried not to gawk at his beefy physique, but she couldn't help but glance at him now and then, and whenever she looked, he was looking at her.
The sexual tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. While he was doing the dishes, I took my wife aside and reiterated, "You can't fuck him, so stop teasing the man."
"I'm not teasing him," she replied.
"Well, it's obvious to me that he wants to fuck you and it's obvious to me that you want to fuck him, but it can't happen, Trudy."
"I know, I know."
Dishes done, he had to wait for his shirt to air dry a little.
Hanging around the living room, having another drink, he suddenly asked, "You kids like country and western music?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Well, I have two tickets to the show at the Wagon Wheel Friday night, but I don't have anyone to go with, so, if you kids want, the tickets are yours."
Trudy and I looked at each other and in unison said, "Yes!" Friday was our last night without the kids underfoot and we never had the money to get a babysitter and go out, so this was a godsend. He dug into his wallet and produced the tickets. Then thanking us for another great meal and evening, took his still damp shirt, put it on and went to wherever he went at night.
Naturally, the next day Trudy told Lydia about the tickets to the Wagon Wheel.
"I'll get a baby sitter and we'll make of night of it," Lydia gushed, inviting herself and Kyle along on our date.
That news didn't dampen my spirits when I got home that afternoon, as I received notice from Mike, or rather Sergeant Poole, that I had been promoted to E-5, Staff Sergeant. The raise in salary that went along with that promotion was a bigger thrill than watching Trudy sew on my new rank on the sleeves of my work fatigues.
Friday came and the four of us dressed up in our best Western wear and with Kyle and Lydia's kids safely under the care of a fourteen year old babysitter, we headed out. As Kyle's car was having issues and no one wanted to get stuck out in the boonies, we took our old, beat up, but reliable, minivan.
The Wagon Wheel was a cavernous joint, with tables surrounding a dance floor and stage where the band played country favorites. Once a month or so, they had a name performer that put on a one hour show between the sets of the house band. This night, they didn't have a name performer, just the house band and an unknown second band that was looking for a break.
Even though neither Kyle nor I had proper shit-kicker boots, nor a Stetson, we did our best on the dance floor, doing a passable two-step and waltz. It was fun dancing with the girls, something which Trudy and I both missed since the day she got pregnant the first time.
So, we're taking a break and having a beer when this huge guy dressed up as a cowboy sauntered up with a tall woman in tow dressed in tight black jeans and a sequined vest.
"Howdy, folks!" he greeted with a tip of the hat to the ladies.
"Sergeant Poole!" I exclaimed recognizing him and earning his glare.
"Mind if we sit?" he asked.
"No, not all, Mike."
With beers in hand, he and his Amazon date sat.
"Uh, Mike, these are our neighbors, Kyle and Lydia."
"Nice to meet you," Mike replied with a grin and a handshake with Kyle.
"This is Glenda," he introduced the tall statuesque blond. I vaguely recalled seeing her around base. She was decidedly more feminine tonight than when in uniform.
"Glenda, this is Sergeant Tom," Mike introduced, "my right hand man. Just made E-5 this week. He's the best I've got.
"And this lovely lady is Trudy, his wife."
"Nice to meet you both," Glenda said with a smile.
"I've heard a lot about your cooking, Trudy," she continued. "Me, I can't boil water without burning it," she laughed.
"Mike, I thought you said you didn't have a date for tonight," I ventured, then instantly regretting saying anything.
"Well, I did, then I didn't, then I did. Someone in her division had a family emergency, but Glenda wrangled free again at the last minute."
'So he has a girl friend after all,' I thought. 'I bet she screws him cross eyed.'
For a while we all chatted amicably at the table and danced with each others' dates. It was a fun evening. Then Mike excused himself and Glenda, saying that they were there with another couple. Ten, fifteen minutes later and Kyle was ready to go.
"It's kind of early, don't you think?" I asked. "What time do you have to get the babysitter back home?"
"The babysitter, not until after one."
"Then what's your hurry?"
"What do you think, Tom? Lydia's itching to get into your pants tonight, and I'm itching to get into Trudy's pants."
"Oh! Okay... uh... one more dance?"
"Sure," Kyle replied with barely concealed annoyance. So I danced with my wife one final time. Fortunately it was a waltz, so I got to talk to her and let her know what the plans were.
"Uh, Kyle and Lydia are ready to go, babe."
"What's their hurry?" Trudy asked.
"Well, Kyle, he wants to go home and, uh, fuck, before he takes the babysitter home."
"He wants to fuck the babysitter?"
"No! Not the babysitter. He wants to fuck you. That is, if you want him to, uh, fuck you tonight."
"Is that what you want, Tom?"
"Well, uh, Lydia wants to, uh... you know."
"You mean you want to have sex with her, don't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"In that case, let's go home," the mother of my children said, putting it all on me. But she wasn't fooling anyone. I'd seen her out on the dance floor with Kyle. Never once did she try to move his hand off her butt.
We piled into the van and headed for home.
"Turn left here," Kyle tells me approaching the main highway.
"The base is to the right," I told him.
"I know, just turn left." I turned left.
We drove a mile or so and he says, "Pull in here!"
"Here?" I asked eyeing the run down looking No-Tel advertising rooms for $9.99.
"Yes, here." I pulled into the rutted and potholed parking lot. He pointed to the office, and I pulled in.
"Why don't we just go to our place?" I asked him.
"When we get home, the sitter is going to want to be taken home, that's why. Look, we'll get a room with two beds and spit the cost. You do have five bucks, don't you?"
"Yes, I have five dollars."
"Good, give me your five and wait here." I'd been painfully frugal for so long that it almost hurt forking over the measly five bucks. But knowing I had a raise on the way helped loosen my wallet.
He goes up to the night window and secured a room. Returning I asked him about the room taxes. "I told him I only had ten bucks, take it or leave it. He took it," he replied.
Then we drove over and parked in front of the room he'd rented. The interior of the room was as run down as the exterior of the place. But we weren't there for the decor. I helped my wife get naked while Kyle, stripped his wife. Soon Trudy was on her knees and sucking Kyle's cock while before me, Lydia honked on my horn. From there it was on the springy beds and we fucked each other's wife with the lights on.
Did I mention that it was a fun night?
END of CHAPTER 5
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