(MMF, dp, oral, anal, swing, cons)
by Art Martin
Having decided to join the sex club, Tom & Trudy are interviewed by Sergeant Mike to determine their suitability for membership...
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Come Tuesday, Mike didn't mention the upcoming "interview" nor anything about supper the following evening. Normally the guys are very circumspect in the common shower room, but Mike, grinning, went out of the way for me see how big a cock he had.
Trudy talked to Lydia and Carol, and both denied knowing anything about a sex club on base. Both wanted to know more, but Trudy didn't know any more about it than I did.
Wednesday afternoon, Sarge approached me. "What's for supper tonight?" he asked.
The answer of course was Trudy, but I played it straight and told him, "Smothered steak."
"Hmmm, sounds good," he replied with a smile while adjusting his crotch.
"Say, hope you don't mind, but I bought your boys a set of Nerf guns," he added.
"Nerf guns! The boys will love them!" He was always in the habit of not only bringing Trudy flowers and a cold bottle of sweet white wine, but he now was bringing something over for the kids; toy cars, balls, windup rubber band airplanes, Dr. Seuss books and the like. The boys adored their Uncle Mike, who always paid attention to them and who often played quite rough with them.
Sure enough, soon after work, he shows up at the house, a little earlier than usual, bearing flowers and wine for my wife and Nerf guns for the boys. And he didn't just bring two guns, but four guns, so he and I could get in the game with the boys. And as was his habit now, he stripped off his shirt as soon as he took off his shoes at the front door.
Trudy ran all of us out of the house to play with the Nerf guns. Soon Cam and Josh from next door joined in on the fun, as did Ben and Suzie, permitting Mike and I to retire inside and have a beer.
Trudy had supper ready a little earlier than usual. We called in the boys, fed them and sent them back outside to burn off whatever energy they had left after a long day of playing. We ate with Mike praising Trudy's cooking. Supper over, Mike did the dishes while Trudy and I got the boys in and bathed. Baths over, my boys crawled up in Mike's lap and he read a book to them with little Travis falling asleep in his lap. Then it was off to bed. Mike carried our youngest to his bed while Trudy got the other two tucked in.
"How long before the boys are sound to sleep?" Mike asked clearly anxious to get things going.
"Not long," I replied, "and once they're asleep, it will take a bomb going off to wake them before morning."
"That's good," he said with a grin. "I'd hate for them to wake up and see their mother with my cock up her twat."
"No, that wouldn't be good," I agreed.
We found Trudy in the kitchen, standing between the sink and the kitchen table, pouring yet another glass of wine. I glanced over and saw that the bottle was nearly empty.
Mike approached her while she was sipping her wine. Towering over her petite five foot five frame, the big shirtless man looked down at her. "Did Tom tell you that I was going to interview you tonight for a club membership?" he asked.
Trudy, half stewed, looked up and with a smile nodded.
"Did he tell you what kind of club you're being interviewed for?"
Again she nodded, the flush on her face apparent.
"Are you ready and willing for me to interview you?"
Again she nodded.
He took the glass of wine from her hand, set it down and leaned down to kiss her. She in turn lifted her head and met his lips with her lips. The kiss was... rather lewd. I could see her cheeks moving as his tongue explored her mouth. And the kiss lasted a long time before he broke it off. I could see it in her light brown eyes... she was turned on. He kissed her again, this time groping her exceptionally fine ass while she in turn kissed him and embraced his bare back
He broke it off and looking to me said, "Keep a look out and make sure the kids stay in their room." I stood by the door with a view into the living room just in case.
He resumed kissing and feeling her up. He broke it off again and she leaned in and began kissing his exposed nipples. While she laved over his man-nips, he looked up and over to me, giving me a goofy grin before looking back down at my wife sucking his tit.
Mike pulled back and in one motion, pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Immediately he had two handfuls of bra covered tits.
"You've got nice tits, Trudy," he said mauling them. "Great tits."
He then looked over to me again, one hand sliding from her tit to the back of her bra. "I need your help here, Tom," he said, tapping the hooks of her bra.
He didn't come right out and say it, but I understood that he wanted me to help strip my wife for him. I stepped up and unfastened her bra. He took it from there and slid it off her shoulders and discarded it on the kitchen floor. His hands now went to her bare C-cup tit flesh, but only for a moment before his lips replaced one of his hands and latched onto a nipple.
Trudy moaned in pleasure. She had compact aureoles, medium brown in color, but capped with rather big nipples. Nipples that were permanently enlarged and elongated from nursing three lusty boys practically non-stop. Nipples that were particularly sensitive. Nipples that over the six years that we were man and wife, had developed direct neural connections to her pussy. Trudy loved having her nipples sucked and she still, on occasion, let Travis have a go at them before I took her to bed and fucked her. Indeed nipple play was one of the few sexual areas we had indulged in freely during those first years of marriage. The biggest drawback of having the kids spend two months with their grandmothers was that she dried up. Still, I wouldn't exchange those two months for anything, as it was during those two months that we sexually liberated one another.
As he orally indulged in her tits, Trudy held his nearly bald head to her breast. It was one of those peculiarities of human genetics that he was nearly bald headed, yet very hairy everywhere else, including his toes, but then again what hair he had on his head he kept closely cropped.
His hands slid down her short torso and began working at the button of her Daisy Duke cut offs. He quickly had her unbuttoned and unzipped. Then breaking contact with her tit, he squatted down and slid her cut offs down to her ankles where she kicked them off. Standing in a crouch, he went after her tits again with his lips.
He broke away, stood up and said to me, "Take her panties off."
I jumped to it, like I'd do at work, and peeled the thin panties off her extra fine butt, kneeling as I pulled them down to her ankles and laying kisses all over her bare buttocks before I turned her body over to my bearish boss.
Panties down, he stepped back, unfastened his own shorts and dropped them to the ground. I wasn't surprised that he was commando. But I was surprised at the size of his erect organ. I'd seen it plenty of times flaccid in the latrine showers, but never fully erect.
"Oh, my god," I muttered, "he's gonna kill her with that thing!" But it was too late to end the "interview". If I tried, I'm sure I would have ended up in the base hospital and he would have still fucked her while I lay bloodied and battered waiting for the crash truck.
He picked her up like she was a doll and sat her on the table. "You want this, baby?" he growled as he waved the massive prong at her. Trudy's eyes became as big as saucers.
"Don't worry, honey, it'll fit," he told her. "It's not near as big as your boys were when they made the trip to daylight. Now lie back!"
Trudy lay back on the table with her ass at the edge. She looked over at me, the worry clear in her brown eyes and saw that I was groping my crotch. He grasped her legs under her knees, lifted them and pushed them back towards her chest. He looked again at me with a grin, his oversized sex truncheon now drooling a long strand of pre-cum.
It was my last chance to put a stop to it, but I didn't. I wanted to see her take that big dick. I wanted to see her fucked by it. But he didn't...
He lowered his head and orally attacked her pussy. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as he slobbered on her cunt, that and the sounds of my wife, moaning in salacious pleasure at being devoured by a master. And while his tongue slithered again and again through her sopping trench, his eyes were upon me watching him eat my wife out.
He looked up, his face glistening with her pussy juice and his salvia. "You need to be naked," he said to me. So I stripped off as he resumed orally pleasuring Trudy.
Looking up again he told me, "Come hold her legs for me."
The only way I could do that was to climb up on the table with her. Straddling her head, I reached over, took hold of her legs and held her open for him. He went back down on her, only this time with a free hand, he began diddling her clit.
Still rubbing her clit, he looked up and said, "Lick your husband's balls, baby. Those balls gave you three fine sons, so show them your respect and appreciation." I was practically sitting on her face so it was easy for her to do as he told her.
The flawless olive skin of her breasts took on a distinctly ruddy hue and she began bucking her hips at him. At that moment he stood upright, slotted his fat cock between her labia and pushed in. I nearly shot off.
"Ohhh!" she hollered even though she had a mouthful of my balls. "Ohhhh!" she loudly hollered again as he pushed all the way to her cervix. Her pussy lips were stretched tightly around the girth of his large caliber cock, becoming almost translucent. I couldn't believe that she could take something that big, but she did. He withdrew almost all the way out and then plunged back into her pussy as she cried out again, "Ohhhh! Oh, my god!" In, out, in, out, Mike began fucking my petite wife while I held her legs open for him, my own dick now dribbling precum on her neck.
As he fucked her he said to me, "I've been wanting a piece of this from the first moment I set eyes on her."
He then added, "Damn, she's a tight fuck! And a fine fuck!
"That's it, baby, squeeze my prick with your pussy. Yeah, squeeze it, honeypot."
"Damn, Tom, I think she's cumming on my dick!
"Yeah, baby, cum on my dick. Cum on my dick and I'll fuck the hell out of you! Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah! What a fuck!"
She let out a cry and began to bodily quake under his assault, her tummy undulating as the orgasmic spasms tore into her.
"Oh, fuck!" he cursed, "I'm cumming, baby! I'm cumming. I'm gonna knock you up! Arrggghh!"
He now began to jerk about as he unloaded his sperm into my sweet wife. "Arrrggghhh!" he growled again. As tight as the seal was around his dick and as deep as he was in her, I knew that his semen had to be shooting directly into her womb. I had to just hope that her tubes had been securely tied!
"Ahhhh, yeah, baby. Gonna knock you up! Ummmpphh!
"Ummmm...
"Ummmm..."
Suddenly the sexual storm was over and calm return to our kitchen. Mike stood there motionless, except for his heavy breathing, his eyes closed in rhapsody, his cock still planted in my wife's twat. Slowly the large organ began to diminish. Her and his breathing became less labored. His eyes gradually opened.
He smiled at me with a shit eating grin and then said, "That's some mighty fine pussy you have, Tom. Mighty fine pussy. Thank you for sharing it with me."
His now soft cock slithered out of her like a slimy python. It was followed by a gush of semen from her unplugged gaping cunt, semen that spattered and dripped onto the floor. The guy really filled her up.
He stepped out of the slot. Gently I let her legs down and then climbed off the table. By then Mike was in the fridge getting out two beers, giving one to me. He also put an ice cube in Trudy's unfinished glass of wine. Then he sauntered off to the living room nude, his still dripping dick glistening with my wife's cunt-oil. Ungracefully, he plopped down on the sofa and took a large swig of beer.
"Damn, that was great!" he said in his big booming voice. "What a piece of ass! You're a lucky man to have that to take to bed every night," he said. "And she can cook too!" he laughed.
"Shhh! Keep it down," I told him. "The kids."
"Oh, yeah," he replied in a whisper. "You don't think..." said pointing towards the bedrooms where the boys were fast asleep.
"No, they're very sound sleepers, but one of them might wake up and need his mommy."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping our beers and lost in our own thoughts. After a bit, Trudy came out holding a kitchen towel to her cunt. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she'd been put through a wringer. I was glad to see that she hadn't put her clothes back on. She moved the towel out of the way and I could see how swollen and red her pussy lips were. They looked like slabs of raw meat hanging between her legs.
"Com'ere, darling," Mike called out softly to her. She came over to him. "I haven't finished my interview," he said.
"Mike, I'm kind of sore," she plaintively said.
"I know, darling, but I don't know yet how good you are at sucking cock." Without further complaint, she went to her knees between his knees and went down on him.
"That's it, baby. Clean my cock," he said with a grin.
As my wife sucked him, he looked over at me sitting in the club chair, pointed at her backside. Making a circle with the fingers of one hand, he rapidly thrust the index finger of the other hand through the symbolic cunt hole.
Well, I had a bad case of blue balls by then and needed to get my rocks off in the worst way. I got up, squatted behind her, lifted her hips and put my cock to her smoking hot cunt. I pushed forward and slid right in without much in the way of resistance. Being the good girl and good wife that she was, she didn't complain that I wanted to fuck her.
Mike looked at me as I fucked my wife's now sloppy pussy. "Kind of loose, huh?" he said. "Don't worry, in a day or two, she'll tighten back up and be good as new.
"Now let me ask you, do you do her in the ass?"
I nodded as I sawed away, lamenting the lack of friction. "Then give her cunt a rest and do her in the butt."
"Is this part of the interview?" I asked.
"Yes, so get to it."
I pulled my cock from her hot cum laden cunt. Scooped up some cum leaked from her cunt and smeared it on and into her asshole. With my dick slippery with Mike's cum, I pushed against her bunghole. Kyle's lessons came in right handy then, as she pushed out and I slid in. Her ass was a lot tighter than her pussy was. A dozen or so strokes and I unloaded in her butt.
I pulled out and rocked back. Mike then pushed her off his dick. "You two are a lot of fun," he said while gently touching her cheek.
"Say, it's getting a bit late and we have work tomorrow, Tom. What do you say we resume this interview tomorrow evening?"
"Uh, how about it, Trudy?" I asked my wife.
"That sounds lovely," she replied halfheartedly as her cunt throbbed from the fucking she'd received.
"Are you coming for supper, Mike?" she asked.
"Sure! But I don't want to be an imposition," he replied.
"It's just as easy to cook for three as it is to cook for two," she said with her sweet smile.
"Okay," he beamed, "but I'm buying the groceries."
Mike came over the night following our initial "interview", had supper with us and after the kids were asleep, fucked the hell out of Trudy. He was still in our bed the next morning when it was time to get up and get to work. Thinking ahead, he'd brought his fatigues and Dopp kit with him.
The problem was that the boys were awake when he rolled out of the sack nude and plodded off to the single bathroom we had. None of them said a word about it at the time, but later Bobby asked his mother why Uncle Mike spent the night with us. Her explanation went something like this, "You know how your father acts kind of goofy if he's drinks too many beers? Uncle Mike was like that last night and it was best that he just stayed here and not tried to drive home drunk."
I suppose the boys accepted that explanation, because the next time he stayed over, Bobby asked, "Did Uncle Mike drink too many beers last night again?"
"Yes, Bobby," his mother answered. "Now you don't need to be telling people about him sleeping over, as it might get him in trouble with his superiors."
"What's a superior?"
"That's short for superior officer. Uncle Mike's boss. He doesn't like Uncle Mike drinking so much."
"Oh, okay." And that was that. No questions as to why he was sleeping with us. No questions why he was sleeping with us nude. Trudy's explanation was accepted without question. The innocence of kids.
Now that he was fucking my wife regularly, I pressed him on details about the sex club. He always just said that his interviews had been passed along to the membership committee and that I should soon hear from them and to just be patient. Meanwhile Kyle and John inquired about joining the club and he conducted "interviews" with them and their wives.
Eventually I grew impatient and inviting his wrath, I confronted him. "This sex club, it's all a bunch of bull shit, isn't it?"
He glared, giving me that don't-fuck-with- me look he had down pat.
Not intimidated I pressed, "It's a bunch of bull shit, isn't it?"
His bulldog look softened as a smile formed on his lips. "No, Tom, it's not a bunch of bull shit. There is a sex club here on base. A small and very select group." His smile became broader and he added, "There's you, Trudy, Kyle, Lydia, John, Carol and me."
I stood there looking at him, the hard truth seeping into my brain. I must have had a dumbfounded look on my face for he went on, "I was taking this lieutenant's slut wife over to the No-Tell for a fucking when I saw the six of you pile out of your minivan and check into a single room. It was obvious why you were there, because it's the only reason people go to that dump... for a discrete place to fuck. I was hot to get into Trudy's panties and figured the quickest way was to interview you for a sex club. Bull's eye! Fine piece of ass you have in Trudy, Tom. Mighty fine. Lydia's a nice fuck too. Carol? Good enough for the likes of me.
"So, what's Trudy cooking tonight?"
"Uh, pot roast, I think."
"Pot roast? Mmmmmmm. And pussy for dessert?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "Pussy for dessert."
THE END
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