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Margaret at the Antique Mall
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Navy wife, Margaret, at forty-six, has her first sex 
with someone other than her husband, to be with an 
eighteen-year-old sailor. A sex club at the officer's 
club almost ensnares Margaret and her friend Kitty, but 
they escape to a bitter end. Margaret became aroused 
over the years when she catches her twin son and 
daughter in incest. She also had a chance to enjoy sex 
with the same sex. (MMF, ped, voy, bi, inc, 1st, anal, 
military)

***

Sunday afternoon and all alone gave Margaret her normal 
empty feeling as she finished washing and drying the 
few dishes she used when eating her skimpy lunch. Her 
friends were likely involved with their husbands, 
children and some with their grandchildren. Margaret, 
as her father had nicknamed her when she was about two 
years old, wished her husband would return from his 
military overseas tour.

For the past seven months her loneliness always seemed 
to strike her on Sunday more than any other day of the 
week. One of life's pleasures was spending Sunday with 
her children and husband. Her two children, Matt and 
Sandie, twins, were in their first year of college at 
Harvard. Brad, her husband was in command of a naval 
ship somewhere in the Pacific or possibly the waters 
off the Middle East. 

Walking into the living room she looked at the 
collection of antiques Brad and she had accumulated 
after twenty-five years of marriage. Thanks to the Navy 
life, they had traveled considerably as Brad had been 
stationed overseas for three tours. Their collection 
started while Brad was assigned to the base in the 
Philippine Islands and this was when they begin to 
collect items from around the world.

She and Brad were unable to have children of their own 
and after many hours of discussion they decided to 
adopt a child. The base chaplain spoke with them about 
a teenage daughter of a Navy Chief who was pregnant and 
decided to place her child up for adoption. The 
ultrasound showed the teenager was having two children, 
not just one. 

The images showed the girl would deliver twins, one a 
boy and the other a girl. This thrilled Brad and the 
idea of twins even added to his desire of becoming a 
father. They arranged to adopt the children as soon as 
they were born and when they brought them into their 
home they cried together looking into the cribs as the 
twins slept.

After a short time of the children arrived in their 
home, they were filling Margaret's days and nights and 
she could never understand how she and Brad had ever 
been happier now they had the twins. Both of the 
children were extremely intelligent and when they were 
selected to attend Harvard, Brad and she were thrilled 
beyond compare.

Margaret thought back to when the twins were little, 
and especially how they played together as if they were 
one-individual. Even today they seemed to be so in 
tuned with each other that she wondered if they had an 
individual life now that they were no longer living at 
home where Margaret could keep track of their safety 
and personal life.

Now they were in college and Margaret was unable to 
observe their daily life as they had insisted on living 
together in an apartment together. Once she remembered 
walking into Matt's room early one morning and found 
that Sandie had gotten into bed with her twin brother. 
Although they were only 10 years of age, she was 
somewhat perturbed to see neither had any clothes on 
and were asleep on top of the bed covers. Matt at 10 
was cute with his tiny erection that she knew was 
natural for boys, even at that early age.

The image of her two children was vivid in her memory 
and recalled Sandie's body hadn't taken any shape as of 
that time and was the typical, stick figure. The fact 
they were together in bed gave her a little discomfort, 
yet not enough to tell them they should not sleep 
together or be nude in front of each other. Several 
times after she'd find the two of them sleeping 
together and it wasn't uncommon for them to be nude on 
top of the covers.

One time she would never forget, was early one morning 
she had walked down the hallway, noted a light was on 
in Sandie's room. Looking through the open-door, 
Margaret observed a sight that caused her to freeze in 
her footsteps. The twins were on the bed and it was 
obvious they were engaged in sexual foreplay and she 
could only spy on her children. Actually, after a few 
minutes, Margaret found herself somewhat aroused in 
watching Sandie stroking and handling Matt's penis and 
testicles. 

While watching, her children explore each other's body; 
she wondered how long this activity had been occurring 
between them. Margaret had continued observing them and 
looking more closely, saw that Sandie's breasts were 
more than ample for purchasing her a bra. The way she 
was turned on the bed it was evident that her pubic 
hair was beginning to appear sparingly across the top 
of her mons.

Then to her surprise she saw Matt turn and lay on his 
back, whereas he had his back turned toward the doorway 
as she had watched a few minutes before, and now 
Margaret stood watching him and his sibling. Margaret 
was unprepared for the difference in the size of his 
erection from now that he was twelve. He was at least 
four inches long and, she thought, exceptional thick 
for being twelve years old. When she considered the 
fact they would be teenagers in just three months, she 
realized she must somehow bring such intimacy to an end 
between the children.

Margaret could remember how she had played "doctor" 
with her brother when they were youngsters and later 
when they were around the age of twelve as were the 
twins. She and Will had explored each other's sex and 
thinking back, had loved to feel her brother's "Willy" 
get hard. Yet they hadn't been totally nude, and didn't 
remember them being quite as illicitly engaged in their 
touching of each other as the twins.

After a while it became certain Sandie had reached some 
type of orgasm as her voice spoke sounds that mean one 
thing, a woman reaching her sexual release in a climax. 
Continuing to watch as her daughter stroked her 
brother, it was certain he was unable to ejaculate but 
his feelings indicated he was reaching an internal 
release from having his young penis stroked.

For the next couple of years, Margaret found her 
children would openly sleep together and thought 
nothing of the intimacy of doing so. She knew they 
didn't consider their actions incestuous. Margaret 
remembered reading once where certain cultures allowed 
twins to be married as they believed that have been 
intimate in the womb. One such society was the ancient 
Hawaiian, who held the belief that twins engaged in sex 
in the womb and therefore could be married. If not a 
married couple, twins could openly engage in sex 
without being penalized as committing incest.

When the twins turned sixteen, Margaret held a birthday 
party for them and before the party was over her and 
Brad had gone to bed. Something woke her and when she 
looked at the clock on her bedside stand, she saw it 
was about midnight. She realized the last of the twins' 
friends were leaving the party and evidently the 
opening and closing front door awakened her.

Drifting back to sleep she was again wakened and got up 
to see what was making the noise in the rec. room at 
the end of the house. Walking down the hallway, 
Margaret was confronted with the view of her nude 
children touching each other extremely intimately. This 
was something Margaret had been concerned about after 
seeing how open the children displayed their attraction 
and foundling of each other in the past.

Now the view presented to her, Margaret noted, was a 
young boy with an erection that she knew was in need of 
sexual satisfaction. Her daughter, she detected, was 
desirous for a male to take her into sexual release. 
Sandie's eyes, Margaret could note, were characteristic 
of her own heightened desires when Brad would caress 
and fondle her sex until she would lead the foreplay to 
coitus.

"Remember Sandie, you promised we'd do it all when we 
turned sixteen, so will you let me now," Margaret heard 
Matt ask while continually looking secretly into her 
daughter's room.

Sandie looked at her brother and softly asked, "Can I 
just use my mouth like we spoke about doing before, and 
not go all the way until another time?"

When Sandie moved her mouth onto Matt's erection, 
Margaret shuddered in disbelieves and she knew, in her 
own excitement. For a few minutes of viewing her 
daughter as she performed oral sex, she saw it was in 
the manner of someone who'd never done such an act of 
sex previously. When Sandie pulled her mouth from her 
brother's penis and laid on her back with her legs 
spread wide, her knees drawn back, with her feet 
resting on the mattress, Margaret shut her eyes.

"Oh Matts that made me want it, so for our birthday 
present to each other you can finally do it to me."

Matt's reaction was obvious and his voice was chocked 
and asked his sister, "Sandie, we've been touching each 
other so long and now can I really do it with you? Your 
not just teasing me, are you?"

Margaret watched and listened, as her children spoke of 
the most intimate moment that a male and female can 
share. Yet, this was her own children speaking and 
being intimately together. Squeezing her eyes shut, she 
thought she must be dreaming, as this was her own 
children who were about to have sex. Her little girl 
was about to give her virginity to a male, and the male 
was her own twin brother. Margaret was confused, should 
she stop them or pretend nothing was occurring?

Opening her eyes she watched in awe as Matt moved 
between his sister's arched thighs and settled down 
onto her torso. If I'm going to stop this final act of 
incest between my children I must do it immediately. 
Instead, something controlled Margaret, as she stood 
and witnessed her young sixteen-year-old daughter, 
surrendered her body in the most intimate act a woman 
can do, allow her hymen to be torn in the act of love.

Listening she heard Sandie cry out softly, "Easy Matts, 
my darling brother, oh be gentle. AWG!"

Turning and walking back into her bedroom, she crawled 
back into bed with Brad and woke him. Not to tell him 
about the children but to have him appease the rampant 
sexual desires flowing deep within her body, she knew 
from her daughter just giving her virginity to her twin 
brother. While watching in disbelieve, Margaret saw her 
daughter surrender her body and Matt had penetrated 
Sandie, and broke through the barrier of her hymen. 

The pain that she knew Sandie had felt from her brother 
taking her virginity, forced her to move legs straight 
down and hold them open in female surrender. This also 
allowed Sandie, Margaret knew, to relieve the pain and 
give her brother access to take her until they both 
released their love for each other for their first time 
with the opposite sex from intercourse.

Margaret had never felt so highly pitched and the need 
to have her body taken as she did now, after watching 
her own children consummate the act of love. She needed 
her husband deep inside her to appease the cravings her 
inner soul and sexual needs required.

Sleepily Brad asked, "What is it, Margaret?"

"Brad, take me now, don't ask questions, just let me 
get you excited." With that she moved down and in just 
moments her mouth created a like desire in Brad. 
Whatever is making my wife so turned on, I like, Brad 
thought to himself as he became erect and moved between 
his wife's satin smooth thighs.

"Oh, God! Yes! Brad, take me deep and hard. Faster, 
Brad, faster!" Margaret keep begging her husband as 
images of her son flashed across her mind and she 
climaxed as her mind remembered how her daughter's face 
looked when she lost her virginity.

After that night, she never walked the hallway to check 
on her twins, and let them continue with what she knew 
was taking place sexually between them. A few days 
after Sandie had given her virginity to her twin 
brother, Margaret broached the subject of birth control 
to Sandie, and they went to the doctor to get Sandie on 
the pill.

Over the next few years Margaret watched and listened 
as each of her children confided in her about the 
people they dated. Her son, by fifteen minutes, the 
elder of the two, consistently found his dates 
possessive and never satisfied with what he did for 
them or where he took them on dates. Sandie simply 
found the boys in her life boring and once told 
Margaret, "Mom, Chuck wanted me to go all the way but 
he's not someone I want like that. What should I tell 
him or do?"

Now her children were not only sharing an apartment, 
but she knew, they were sharing the same bed while 
attending college. Margaret knew Brad never recognized 
nor considered what the twins were doing and she never 
informed him of their actions. They lived as brother 
and sister but in reality were living as husband and 
wife or lovers.

Looking at the Louie XIV mantel clock, she noted it was 
just a few minutes after noon. Boredom was becoming a 
problem for her and at forty-six she longed for a more 
standard lifestyle. Knowing if she went to the OC on 
base, she'd likely drink too much and that would not do 
because her husband was likely to receive a promotion 
to admiral. After Brad told Margaret, and if he got his 
first star they'd likely be assigned to Naval 
Operations at the Pentagon for two to four years.

Walking over to the desk she picked up the Sunday paper 
and turned to the Home & Garden section. Flipping 
through the pages she noted an ad for a large antique 
show and sale at the downtown convention center. After 
giving the ad a quick reading she decided that it would 
be fun to pass the day at the sale. Perhaps I can find 
something to place on the Bombay chest in the hallway 
that she had purchased about six months ago.

Going into the bathroom, Margaret took a quick shower 
and dressed in her linen skirt and raw silk blouse that 
looked as if it had been tailored for her. Finishing 
her outfit, she chose her low heeled pumps and matching 
handbag. 

Selecting her three-strand pearl necklace to highlight 
her neckline, she looked at her reflection in the 
mirror and determined she appeared to look like she was 
in her later thirties. Entering the garage she decided 
she would drive Brad's Corvette convertible as the day 
was so beautiful.

Passing through the base's main gate, she smiled at the 
young Marine as he saluted her husband's eagle device 
on the base pass. She noticed the Marine had looked 
inside the vette as she drove slowly past the sentry 
post. She glanced down at her lap and noticed her skirt 
was half way up her thighs. Thinking to herself that 
perhaps she should have hiked it up higher, and thus 
giving him a better view, caused her to chuckle at her 
horny thought.

After entering the convention center main showroom, she 
walked over to a small food area and purchased herself 
a cup of cappuccino and sat down to study the brochure 
listing the areas and booths that contained items she 
wished to tour. For the next ten minutes she found 
several booths with bowls and lamps that would 
highlight the chest so she got up and walked to the 
closest booth where the bowls were on display.

"Hi Margaret," she heard someone say as she moved from 
the chair where she had been seated. Turning toward the 
sound of the woman's voice, saw her husband's XO's 
wife, Kitty, who was younger but her best friend. Two 
other women she recognized but did not know their names 
were with Kitty. After introductions and a few minutes 
of conversation she was finally on her way to view the 
bowls that interested her. 

Margaret found it odd that Kitty would be with wives of 
Ensigns, as this wasn't proper military protocol for an 
XO's wife. Somehow it seemed to Margaret that the XO, 
second in command of the ship, after her husband should 
ensure his wife is not so openly flirtatious as Kitty 
always seemed to be. She made a mental note to ask her 
husband about this possible breech of military 
etiquette.

Thinking about Kitty, she wondered about Brad's XO as 
Jerry O'Neill, had married Kitty only a year ago and 
then he shipped out with her husband. Margaret knew 
that Kitty was only about 22 or 23 but Jerry dearly 
loved her and now she appeared to be cheating on her 
husband. Or so it seemed to Margaret, as the times she 
and Kitty were together at the OC, she had heard Kitty 
tell a young officer she would meet him later. If Brad 
should find out about Kitty, he would be very upset as 
Jerry was his closest confidant and friend. 

For the next hour Margaret studied four bowls that 
would be perfect for display on the top of the Bombay 
chest. Two of the bowls were more than a thousand 
dollars, while one had a slight chip on the base and 
the fourth somewhat shallow in depth. She thought for 
the size of the chest and the painting hanging on the 
wall above the chest, and the second bowl would 
complement her hallway. Deciding to look at the lamps 
before determining which bowl to purchase, she walked 
about half way across the display area to the booths 
with lamps.

Something caught her eye, making her study more closely 
the couple as they stood by a booth enclosed on both 
sides and the back. No, she thought, it can't be Kitty 
she saw being kissed by an Ensign. Stepping back to an 
area where she could observe Kitty, and not easily be 
seen, Margaret watched as the Ensign was squeezing 
Kitty's hips.

After a short while the Ensign walked toward the 
restrooms located directly behind the booth from where 
he was standing with Kitty and the others. Moving 
around the other side of the booth, Margaret positioned 
herself so she could stop the Ensign when he came from 
the men's restroom.

"Hello, sir," Margaret said as she greeted the young 
officer. "What is the occasion that your in uniform on 
such a nice day?" she asked in as innocent a voice as 
she could project.

"Just got off duty, Ma'am, and I drove here to meet up 
with some friends. Your look familiar, do I know you?" 
he asked.

Without giving a clue as to whom she was, Margaret 
replied, "No, what is your first name, Ensign Martin?" 
she asked after reading his name on the name tag of his 
uniform.

"Thomas but everyone calls me Tom. You may also but 
first what is your name? I believe I recognize you," he 
laughingly stated?

"Margaret is my name, she lied, but no one calls me 
that," she stated as she walked away.

Finding the lamps were not anything she would wish to 
place on the chest, Margaret walked back to the dealer 
with her choice of the bowls to determine if she 
couldn't get her favorite choice, she would negotiate 
for the one with the small chip on the bottom. While 
walking to the booth she observed Kitty and the ensign 
being intimate in their touching.

Well, Margaret thought, Ensign Thomas Martin, you may 
have some real problems after I speak with my husband 
when he calls, as she'd walked to the bowl booth. 
Margaret could not believe the conduct of Kitty as she 
was the wife of a ranking officer, and would assuredly 
make captain of a ship, after the cruise with her 
husband. 

During the time she had been with Brad in the Navy, 
Margaret had watched several military careers become 
irreparably ruined from sexual escapades. Kitty wasn't 
in the service but her conduct reflected on her husband 
and his only alternative would be to divorce her and 
name the Ensign as the adulterer. Without doubt the 
Ensign would face court-martial for adultery.

Margaret could not get the expensive priced bowl for 
less than the asking price so she purchased the one 
with the minor chip for a quarter of the price of her 
first choice. Walking around the convention center 
floor, Margaret became uneasy in her feeling that she 
was being followed. Each time she would stop and try to 
see if someone was trailing her, she found no one that 
she suspected in pursuing her. During the next hour as 
she visited the various displays Margaret still felt 
uncomfortable and believed she was being followed.

Finally she decided to walk to the food area and have 
another coffee and she could observe anyone who might 
be following her. Margaret turned the corner by one 
booth and stepped around the side where she would be 
able to observe if someone walked to the coffee stand 
and would definitely be trailing her.

Seeing no one, she walked to the refreshment stand and 
ordered a cup of coffee and croissant. Taking her 
purchase to a table, and enjoying her break from 
walking around the convention center floor, a voice 
jolted her back to reality.

"Hello again, Margaret," she heard the voice say. She 
knew it had to be the Ensign she had seen squeezing 
Kitty's hips earlier.

Continuing to ignore the voice that was still speaking, 
she found herself insulted when the Ensign pulled up a 
chair at the table where she was seated. He joined her 
without being invited. Should I inform him who I am or 
let him hang himself first, Margaret thought

"Do you always invite yourself to sit at a table 
without being invited," Margaret asked?

Laughing at her question but not at her, she realized, 
he replied, "Only with beautiful women whom I find 
enticing and charming, even if they don't like me," 
Ensign Martin replied.

"You know Ensign Martin, you're cute, I see a devil-
may-care-look in your eyes, and you're a real pain in, 
I'm sure, know where," she told him.

Looking across the table at her, he smiled and told 
her, "You make me proud to let me know you love me."

"Tell me, Ensign, where is the cute little blonde I saw 
you squeezing the hips of not more than an hour ago?"

Chuckling at the boldness of her question, he answered 
more truthfully than would be expected or she wished to 
hear, "That was last night's fling and she doesn't have 
your class. You're extremely attractive but I know 
you're aware of that, aren't you?"

"Thank you, I think?" she replied to his unusual crass 
response,

"Tell me Ensign, does she know you tell of your 
conquest to strangers? Besides she doesn't appear to be 
someone who would just fall into your bed. That is what 
your saying, isn't it?" Margaret inquired.

Looking directly across the table and into Margaret's 
eyes, he smiled and said, "Last night I was at the 
officer's club out the Navy Base and she started 
flirting with me. One thing lead to another and, well 
heck, she told me she needed company. All night 
company. So we spent the night together at a motel 
outside the base."

Ensign Martin went on to tell how Kitty and some 
friends were coming to the Antique Show here today and 
that was why he'd stopped, "And not to buy antiques. 
But I would certainly enjoy taking you somewhere for 
cocktails and dinner. Any place you would enjoy meeting 
or going with me, or what is your favorite?"

Margaret looked across the small table, grinned and 
asked him, "Your saying she's that easy or are you, are 
just that irresistible?"

"Not sure how to answer either of your questions, 
Ma'am, Thomas replied with a self-assured grin on his 
face."

 "But Kitty invited me to join her here today, OK?" " 
But for some reason I don't trust her and wonder what 
she might have planned for innocent me," Ensign Martin 
answered her.

"Perhaps she is married and her husband is an admiral," 
she laughed in response.

Looking at first serious, as to what she had said, 
Margaret saw he knew she was teasing him and replied, 
"Man, that would be my luck. Boff a cute gal and her 
old man end's up being my base commander, now is that 
fair? Hell you can't live any more dangerous than that 
if you tried hard."

"Your very entertaining, Mr. Ensign, but I must leave 
so I hope when you meet the admiral you can inform him 
about how great you found his wife. Was she GIB?" 
Margaret asked as she stood up and walked away from the 
table.

What, Thomas wondered is, GIB?

Walking as fast as possible and not looking back, 
Margaret went to the parking garage and drove out of 
the convention center and headed back to the base for 
safety from the Ensign. For some reason she found 
herself attracted to the young man and was slightly 
afraid of her own thoughts of what he must have been 
like in bed with Kitty last night.

Driving back toward the base, Margaret saw her favorite 
restaurant and lounge was just ahead. Pulling up to the 
entrance, she noted the valet looking at her legs as 
she exited the vette. She could see her skirt had 
slipped more than half way up her legs and the young 
valet's eyes were watching her legs very intently. 
Thinking, the old gal must still look good, even to 
young men, such as the Marine guard at the base today, 
and now the valet made her feel good about herself.

Why not have a little fun with this probably eighteen-
year-old valet, Margaret thought as she stepped from 
the vette and allowed her skirt to ride even further up 
her legs. She knew that the young man must be able to 
view all the way up her pantyhose to her crotch. 
Looking at his face she saw he was watching her legs 
intently and she spread them more so he got an even 
better view.

"Excuse me, could you please give me your hand and help 
me out of this crazy car," Margaret asked the valet.

Watching his face as he moved to help her from the 
vette, he knew she had seen him looking up her skirt. 
He was still too young to realize that women getting 
out of vehicles would flash some young boy.

His face turned red as she spoke to him, "Do not hot 
rod my car, and if you're nice to it, I may let you 
drive it later, deal?"

Stammering, he said, "Yes."

Looking at his name tag she noted his name was Dave. 
"Tell me Dave, do you enjoy my car or me the best?"

"I - I, like both, but you best." He replied and knew 
she must believe he is not too brilliant by his stupid 
answer. Seeing this lady was the wife of a captain 
because of the eagle emblem on the base pass he 
wondered who her husband was. Man, I would like to 
drive this car and her with me and even if she is 
older. I'd like to have her for my first, Bobby thought 
to himself.

Walking inside the restaurant, she made reservations 
with the maitre 'd' for five-thirty. Then she entered 
the bar and found, of all people, Ensign Martin. How 
did he get here or did he follow me and get inside 
while I was making dinner reservations? There was no 
way she could act as if she hadn't seen him as her eyes 
locked onto his immediately. A huge grin spread across 
his face and he rose from the bar stool and walked over 
to greet her.

"Glad you're here Margaret, its nice seeing you amongst 
us Navy types today. Guess you could stand not to spend 
the rest of today with me."

"Really Thomas, don't be a fool," Margaret snapped back 
in reply to his cocky comment.

Looking at her, Thomas replied, "Forgive me for being a 
fool. Allow me to buy your dinner to make you for my 
bad manners."

Well, though Margaret, now I'm going to shock him if I 
tell him who I am. But I can't be to open as he will 
realize he will be in trouble if Kitty's husband finds 
out about the two of them. Margaret kept wondering if 
he was lying about he and Kitty having sex. She had 
witnessed them kissing and his foundling her hips. 
Thinking she might join him for dinner would be better 
than spending another meal alone.

"Thomas, I've got to tell you..." Margaret being to 
speak when someone behind her extended a greeting to 
her.

"Hi Margaret, glad to see you out. How's Brad?" 
Speaking to her was Captain Joe Boyles who graduated 
with Brad from the academy. Now what a miss I'm in, she 
thought.

Joe looked at Thomas and asked, "Ensign, how are you? I 
certainly hope your treating my best friend's wife with 
due respect."

Without any indication that he and Margaret had met 
previously, Thomas answered the Captain, "Yes sir, but 
were not together. In fact I only now meet this lady 
and was answering her question if I was assigned to a 
specific ship, Sir."

Never had Margaret felt such relief and she knew she 
owed this young sailor an apology for not creating any 
undue problems for her personal life and relationship 
with her husband, Brad. Glancing for just a moment 
toward Thomas, she told Joe, "Yes, he is very nice. I 
always think someone is on board a ship, being as how 
Brad has been gone for what seems like ages."

After a few more minutes of small talk Joe and his 
wife, Susan, went to their table for dinner. Looking at 
Thomas, she apologized for not being honest about her 
name and marriage. With a slight catch to her voice, 
she informed Thomas, "My name is really Margaret but 
everyone calls me Margaret. My husband is a captain and 
commands a carrier somewhere in the Pacific or cruising 
in the waters of the Middle East."

"I should have told you before now, but Kitty's husband 
is the XO, on board my husband's carrier. Let us forget 
what we have spoken about and you should be very 
careful as you could face a court-martial for 
adultery," Margaret informed Thomas.

"You're not joking, are you?" he asked her with concern 
etched across his face.

"Mrs. Andrews, your table is ready, it you're ready to 
be seated now," the maitre'd informed her as she 
watched the concern Thomas now had on his face.

"I'll be with you in a moment, thank you," she replied.

After the maitre'd had left, she looked at Thomas and 
told him, "If you care to stay until I'm finished with 
my meal I will discuss your problem with you."

"Yes. That would be kind of you after my inappropriate 
conduct, Margaret," Thomas answered her. Then he 
realized he should not have called her by her nickname.

Margaret realized Thomas had made a social mistake by 
using such a familiar name when he addressed her. She 
told him it was ok, and if he was still here when she 
finished her dinner she would see him at that time.

Escorted by the maitre'd into the dining room, she was 
seated at the table next to Joe and Susan. They 
discussed Brad's upcoming promotion to admiral and what 
she heard from him about his cruise. She could only 
tell Joe, Brad hadn't said when he would be returning 
from the cruise he was commanding.

Susan had invited her to join them at their table for 
dinner but Margaret said they looked like they were on 
a date and she wouldn't think of intruding.

A little over an hour passed before Joe and Susan left 
and Margaret finished meal. She informed the waiter she 
would be right back, and walked into the bar and found 
Thomas waiting for her.

"Thomas, I can't stop at the bar and speak with you, 
wait in your car and when you see me drive off in the 
red corvette, just follow me." "But not too closely, as 
to draw attention to our being seen as if we're leaving 
together."

Ten minutes later Margaret walked out to the valet 
stand and the young seaman working part time was more 
than happy to see her. Margaret could see his eyes were 
looking her over and she wondered if she should give 
him another view of her legs as high as she could 
without undressing. She laughed to herself at the idea 
of her being nude with such a young boy.

Pulling the car to the entrance portico, the valet got 
out and held the door for her as she seated herself in 
the vette. When she placed her right leg inside the car 
and her left on the ground and she knew he was able to 
view high up her legs. Margaret for whatever the reason 
allowed her legs to be open so Dave could view them 
longer than was necessary for her to enter the car. 
Even more than when she had arrived at the restaurant 
and considerable further apart. 

Glancing downward she saw her skirt-had gather upward 
and covered only about six inches of her legs below her 
crotch, "Just keep our little show to yourself and 
perhaps your next time to work, I'll stop by and you 
can drive this car. Deal?"

Thinking she was as bad as Kitty, gave Margaret a brief 
moment of concern. But she forgot about it as she 
glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Thomas waiting 
for her to drive off. Before taking off she asked the 
valet, "What is your name and how can I call you? 
Better yet, when do you work next?"

"I'm Dave Dawson and I don't work until next Sunday. 
I'll get off-work around midnight most likely. I have 
to wait till the last customer leaves," he told 
Margaret.

"Keep quite and perhaps we can take a ride next Sunday. 
OK?"

Looking like he had just won the lottery, Dave didn't 
have time to reply before she sped off. He did think 
how her legs looked and he wondered if she really would 
show up next Sunday.

Driving down the highway, Margaret thought she was no 
different from Kitty. Margaret could not belief she was 
driving to meet a Navy junior officer, and even made a 
tacit agreement to meet with an eighteen-year-old 
enlisted boy. Thinking about Dave, she considered he 
was the same age as the twins. 

She must be having a mid-life crisis she analyzed in 
her own mind. Am I the same as Kitty? Why am I taking 
chances with my marriage, Margaret asked herself, as 
she drove to a small town about forty-five miles from 
Norfolk?

Once she got to a small shopping mall she knew was used 
mostly by locals she pulled into the parking lot. 
Driving to the far end of the strip mall, she found a 
place where mall employees parked. Thomas drove up 
along the side the corvette, got out, walked over to 
the passenger side of the vette and got in with 
Margaret.

"A nice car. I've always wanted one but fifty thousand 
keeps me from behind the wheel of one," he told 
Margaret.

Should we go somewhere else or is this safe enough, 
Margaret wondered, as she looked at a man who was 
almost a perfect stranger seated in my car. Correct 
that, my husband's car. And he's on board a ship on the 
high seas. I must be crazy.

For about ten minutes they only made small talk and 
finally Margaret told Thomas she mustn't be seen with 
him in her car. This car is easy to spot and with the 
top off it's even more of a problem in my being seen 
and who's in the car.

Looking at Margaret, Thomas decided to go for the 
golden ring on the merry-go-round, asking her, "Perhaps 
we can go to a motel."

"My God. What do you think I am?"

Slowly Thomas reached out and took Margaret's hand in 
his and said, "An attractive woman who is confused and 
who needs companionship."

"Thomas, I would like to take you up on your offer but 
not tonight, if ever," Do you understand what I'm 
telling you?

Finally Thomas looked directly into Margaret's eyes and 
spoke softly and informed her, "I know a place that no 
one will recognize your car and we can talk, if nothing 
more."

"Thomas, may I call you Tom? I'm not a blonde so forget 
trying the old routine about not trying anything. We 
both know what we planning on doing, even if we can't 
say it to each other."

"I know full well if I go to a motel with you, I know 
what we are going for and what will happen. OK? So, 
please, don't treat me like a high school girl or even 
like Kitty, evidently." 

"Sorry. But perhaps we can meet another night and drive 
out of Norfolk," Thomas told her.

"Drive back to the base. I'll change cars and meet you 
at the bar at the Officers' Club. I'm not promising you 
anything and please, don't ever mention this to 
anyone," Margaret stated with authority in her voice. 

They drove back to the base and Margaret could not get 
her actions of today to provide her any sound reason 
why she was doing such a stupid thing by agreeing to 
meet with two different men. One, she'd told him she'd 
likely go to a motel with him, and she told him she 
knew why. Sex! The thing was, she required sex, and 
with her husband being gone for eight months and at 
least four more to go, she was frustrated more than 
when she'd been younger and forced to go without sex 
with Brad.

When she arrived home, Margaret took off her clothes 
and decided to take a shower and see if she could wash 
the crazies from her mind. What if I decide to have sex 
with a strange man? I've only known one man sexually in 
my entire life. That's Brad. What is the etiquette for 
getting undressed and then having sex in today's 
lifestyle? Should you perform oral sex first? That 
seems to be the way thing start today from what I've 
read in novels and women's magazines. I must be crazy 
she reasoned as she felt the shower's extra hot water 
beating across her skin.

Feeling giddy like a teenage girl as she dressed, 
Margaret couldn't believe she was going to go through 
with meeting Thomas. Looking over her wardrobe, she 
selected tan linen slacks and a blouse that buttoned up 
the front that was ivory in color with light brown 
jungle cats in the pattern. She wore a pair of 3-inch 
heels that she knew would emphasize her legs and 
appearance as she entered the bar at the officer's 
club. 

Margaret picked out a bra with matching tap-pants and 
wondered if Thomas would approve. The bra was pure lace 
as were the panties. I'm really planning on doing this 
she thought. "I must stop this," she said to herself. 
Yet she walked out into the garage and got into her own 
Honda.

Walking into the club she spoke to officers and other 
wives whom she knew and some weren't with their 
husbands. At the bar she took a stool next to Denise, 
thinking one would think anything was happening with 
Denise seated next to her. Looking around Margaret, 
noted that Denise, a chaplain's wife, was drinking her 
normal orange juice. Everyone on base knew she had the 
bartenders pour vodka in her glass, but no one acted 
like she wasn't just having citrus juice.

Glancing at the far end of the bar, she saw Thomas and 
he smiled softly with an expression of recognition to 
let her be aware he was being careful. It was well 
known that you did not move in on a lady at the OC bar, 
but merged your way to where a female was seated.

Then to her surprise she saw Kitty enter the bar and 
walk directly over to where Thomas was seated. After 
about five minutes Kitty glanced over and saw Margaret 
at the bar. Margaret hadn't directly focused her eyes 
on Kitty, so she didn't know Margaret was observing 
her. 

Kitty had the officers where Thomas was standing, 
entertained and it appeared more than one was caressing 
her body. The look of concern flashed across Kitty's 
face as she determined Margaret may have seen her take 
Thomas hand and placed it against her breast. Margaret 
observed Kitty as she leaned against Thomas while 
laughing at something she found humorous and moved his 
hand onto her breast.

Looking around the bar, Margaret found several wives 
she knew whose husbands were at sea. For the first time 
in her being in a military officer club's bar, she 
noticed wives attempt to be available as they flirted 
with whomever they were speaking with. 

Perhaps she was wrong but watching the women she knew 
personally, but she was surprised to find them flirting 
with officers, especially the young junior officers. In 
fact she about fell of her bar stool as she watched a 
Marine Lieutenant speaking to Denise, and watched in 
complete shock as his hand moved under the hem of her 
flowing yellow dress. His right hand stroked up and 
down her thighs and she noted after a short time Denise 
opened her thighs to the advance of the Lieutenant's 
hand.

God, she thought. Am I the only woman who hasn't taken 
advantage of being with another man while our husbands 
are at sea or TDY? Observing Denise being felt up like 
a high school girl in the movie theater, drove her mind 
to distraction. Then she felt someone brush up against 
her side as the voice said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to 
bump you."

That may have been true but when his hand rested on her 
thigh and lightly gripped it, Margaret turned to find 
Thomas standing next to her. No she thought, this is 
insane and I've got to leave before I do something I'll 
regret for the rest of my life.

Reaching down she caught Thomas' hand as he started to 
slide it up her thigh. "No," she whispered softly. 
"What happened to feeling your Kitty's breast? I saw 
you doing so right after she arrived?" Margaret turned 
when she was saying this to Thomas and saw Denise was 
groping the Marine's groin.

"I really must leave and I'm sorry about leading you on 
but not tonight and assuredly, never. Seeing this place 
makes me think of the term everyone used for this type 
of bar back in the 70's and 80's, Meat Market,"

"Perhaps another time Thomas, but tonight I'm confused. 
If you hadn't fondled my best friend's breast, I 
honestly believe I would have been crazy enough to go 
to a motel with you tonight," Margaret explained in a 
short conversation with Thomas.

Walking to her car, Margaret was keyed up sexually so 
highly that she could not find anyway to bring herself 
relief. Getting into her car, she started driving and 
without even realizing where she was headed, she pulled 
into the parking lot of the restaurant where the young 
sailor, Dave, was working as valet.

Looking at her as she waited for him to open her door, 
Dave thought is she for real and where is the vette. 
Then he heard the words that he knew would change his 
life forever.

"How soon before you can get out of here," Margaret 
asked him with a hidden passion locked in her request.

"There are two tables left and then I can leave," Dave 
told her with a quiver in his voice.

"I'll be at the counter having coffee. When you're 
ready to leave, walk behind me and I'll come get my car 
and then you follow me. Fair enough with you, Dave?"

"Sure. It'll only be a few more minutes," see you then.

After about fifteen minutes Dave walked behind her. 
Margaret knew what she was about to do was the dumbest 
thing she'd ever done but she needed sexually relief.

Finishing her coffee and taking her time in doing so, 
and walking to the cashier and paid her bill. Margaret 
finally walked outside to retrieve her car. She knew 
she was going to have sex with only the second person 
in her 46 years. That she was going to meet up with an 
eighteen-year-old boy to commit adultery. I'm nuts! I'm 
insanely crazy for this to happen, but I need physical 
love in my life, not just that which I read in Brad's 
letters, e-mails or telephone calls. I need the 
physical part of love, sex, yes sex!

Getting into her car as Dave held her door she told him 
to follow her, and asked if he was ready to leave work. 
He told her that he had already punched his timecard.

Driving for almost an hour, Margaret knew she must 
drive a long distance from where she was to be sure no 
one saw her in a motel. Pulling into a Motel 6, she saw 
Dave pull in and park further down the driveway, about 
five doors from the office. Nervous was not how she 
felt, Scarred was more like it as she registered in a 
false name, and paid cash for the room.

After leaving the office she drove to the motel room at 
the far end of the building. Parking her car, Dave 
pulled alongside hers and followed her into the room.

"May I say..." Dave started to speak, but Margaret 
stopped him before he finished what he had begun to 
explain.

"Please. Just let me undress you and then you do the 
same to me. Say nothing else or I will most likely 
change my mind. I've never done this before, Dave. I'm 
scarred."

"I've never done it before. That is what I wanted to 
tell you," Dave told her and the sound of his voice 
sounded even more fearful than hers.

I'm going to get an eighteen-year-old boy's virginity, 
and I'm thirty years, his senior. Well here goes, she 
thought as she walked over and undressed Dave in less 
than a minute. Dave took longer to get her undress and 
especially with the clasp of her bra. Then she took him 
by his hand and led him into the bathroom and they took 
a long hot shower.

Margaret was surprise to see Dave remained hard the 
total time they were in the shower. Even more 
surprising was the fact he was half again larger than 
Brad. Taking his hand in hers, she led Dave to the bed. 
Reaching down she pulled the bedding down and eased 
herself down on the bed and then pulled Dave down with 
her.

Taking Dave's face in her hands she moved her lips onto 
his and kissed him very lightly as if she was preparing 
him for someone other than herself. Margaret felt his 
tongue against the entrance of her mouth and she was 
being French kissed by the teenager. Reaching down she 
took his young erection into her hand. His size was so 
different from what she found when she reached for 
Brad.

Margaret was ready and had felt her sex become 
extremely wet in anticipation when she had first seen 
the firm and large penis of the young boy. For the past 
two hours or more she had convinced herself to allow 
someone to have sex with her, and now she was more than 
ready.

She couldn't have stopped in her quest to be taken for 
anything in the world. Margaret, as she felt the smooth 
hardness of a male's erection in her hand, knowing how 
young and firm it was, and assuredly like her sons, 
caused her to moan. Pulling Dave over and between her 
legs, she guided him into her waiting sex.

"OH Dave," she sobbed out as she felt the young hard 
and large penis of the boy penetrate her body, and the 
first male organ to do so, in more than eight months. 
She could actually feel the difference in the size 
between Dave and Brad. Margaret found it necessary to 
ask Dave to move back and forth inside her body.

After just a few strokes she felt Dave's body become 
stiff and knew he was going to give her his first, and 
his virgin load of sperm filled semen. "Let it come, 
Dave. Don't try to hold it back. I want your cream in 
me. OH Dave, I'm coming with you!"

Margaret could not stop the climax rolling through her 
body and continued crying out, "God, it's so strong. Oh 
Dave, my baby. Come in me! Now! Yes. God. Oh my God!"

As Margaret was expressing her orgasm to Dave, she 
heard him moaning out, "I'm going off. Oh Margaret, I 
love you." 

Hearing the young boy crying out that he loved her, 
when he gave her his virgin cum, created a strange and 
wonderful feeling of erotic desires in Margaret. For 
Margaret, knowing she was, at forty-six, was getting an 
eighteen-year-old boy's first cream to enter a female's 
sexual core, caused Margaret to cry out her own lust. 
"God, Dave, your young virgin juices are squirting up 
inside my pussy!"

That brought Margaret to another climax, and it was 
strong than the first. Never had she expressed herself 
so openly than when she climaxed with Dave. Between 
them they grasped out their release to each other in 
breathless expressions of love. For Dave's young mind 
he related this was how all women acted each time, with 
total love, for the man they were taking deep in their 
sex. 

Whereas Margaret found love in knowing a boy had rested 
and nestled between her parted legs and made her climax 
in intense pleasure from sexual intercourse for the 
first time in months. Almost instantly she found relief 
unlike and she had never felt from Brad, or anything 
she could imagine, as Dave had just provided in her 
life until now.

Keeping Dave between her sleek and smooth thighs, 
Margaret felt Dave becoming hard and once more 
commenced moving in and out of her on his own. Her 
body, not just her hips, was reaching upward to meet 
his strokes. Within a couple of minutes she again was 
melting in the final stage of sexual surrender in 
another strong climax. Margaret could feel her sexual 
fluids easing from her sex, and running from deep 
within her body, and mixing with that of Dave, and 
passing down across her anus.

This time Dave took several minutes before he 
ejaculated, and when he was done, he again told her, 
"Oh Margaret, I love you." Smiling to herself she found 
it cute that a young boy loved her because she was his 
first.

By 4:00 A.M., They had made love at total of six times. 
Margaret was tired and the lips and inner walls of her 
sex felt sore, from having been without a man to stroke 
deep inside her sex, for eight months. She had been 
aggressive the first couple of times but after that 
Dave took over and actually made love to her.

After the fourth time that they made love, she went 
down on Dave and Margaret loved hearing his moans. She 
found the movements of his body truly wonderful his 
first time in oral surrender. Margaret felt his 
ejaculation building in his body and she waited until 
he was right at the point of shooting off, then sucked 
him hard and deep. She swallowed his juices and did not 
stop licking him until she knew no more wetness would 
flow from the tiny opening in the end of his shrinking 
phallus.

Dave was highly pitched after Margaret took him with 
her mouth, and swallowed his come. Margaret listened in 
disbelief as he continued telling her how much he loved 
her. Before leaving the motel they took another shower 
together as their bodies were covered in sweat and the 
liquids of love. As they bathed, Margaret asked Dave to 
just call her Margie. Then she washed him off and when 
she felt his penis begin to grow from her devious 
manipulations in pretending to simply wash him. 

"Margie, you make me want to make love with you again. 
May I, once more, just once more, please, your going to 
make me come," he was moaning as he was at the blink of 
shooting off as she washed his erect male member.

Turning off the water, Margaret lead the young man to 
the bed and as she lay back, he moved on top of her. 
Margaret was so wet with both their juices she heard 
the squish as Dave moved in and out of her sex. Moving 
her legs, she placed them on Dave's shoulders and he 
found a rhythm that was building her again. 

Margaret shouted out for Dave to take her hard, to 
pound her with his total strength, and then she cried 
out, "Dave, fuck me, oh fuck me, give it to me hard, 
harder, harder, deeper, harder, yes, Dave, like that!" 
Never had Margaret asked for or been ridden so hard and 
brutal during sex, yet with a boy the age of her son, 
she allowed her body to be pounded in sexual brutality 
and lust.

Just as Margaret felt her own release, and it was a 
strong climax, overtaking her body, Dave shoved 
extremely hard and deep inside her, with such vigor 
that it was nearly unpleasant as he was harsh in 
driving his young penis up into her sore sexual 
opening. Nothing had prepared her for the depth and 
firmness she received as Dave drove his young penis 
extremely firm and hard, and with such penetrating 
action, which he gave her deep within her open sex.

"God, Dave that hurts, you're so big and deep inside 
me. No, don't ever stop, harder. I want it harder. AWG 
your killing me but I need you like this. NOW. I'm 
coming, Oh Dave, love me, love me!"

Margaret felt bruised after she lay back on the bed 
after the total surrender from the pounding she allowed 
Dave to give her. She wondered if she wanted the hard 
pounding to punish herself for cheating on Brad. For 
the first time in her life she felt overwhelmed from 
sex. 

Margaret realized that Brad had never taken her as Dave 
just had, and he would never be able to do so, as he 
wasn't as big as Dave. Will I ever be the same or 
satisfied with sex with my husband after what I have 
experienced sexually after tonight, Margaret wondered?

Dave had heard and felt the woman he was making love 
to, as she cried out in pain and pleasure at the same 
time, his ego was bumped about another ten miles 
upward. 

Hearing a woman say he was killing her but begging for 
more hard and deep sex, caused him to go off. His voice 
found it hard to form words from the extreme feelings 
coursing across his body, and he could only give a 
whaling sound. Now he wondered, did Margie really did 
love him?

Dave had watched XXX videos and read his share of men's 
magazine and had seen how women could be wild and loud 
when having sex, and the noise they made. He had always 
considered such screaming and moaning just 
entertainment. When he heard Margaret, for the seventh 
time tonight, cry out to him, Dave believed she was in 
love with him.

"Margie, can I look at you? Between your legs," Dave 
asked in a soft pleading voice. Without saying anything 
she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide for 
him to look up inside her. 

Ever so gentle he used his fingers to pull the labia 
open so he could view deep in her body. Dave told her 
how pink and red she looked inside and then he kissed 
her between her legs. Her body felt the pressure and 
she reached down and caught his head in her hands and 
whispered, "No Dave, no more tonight. I'm kind of 
bruised and sore and you're big, Little Man."

They told each other goodbye and Margaret drove home, 
while Dave went to his barracks with a new sense of 
what it means to be a man. My first time he thought and 
she must be as old as my mom. But she is really shapely 
and her legs are really something. His mind still held 
the images of her sex that she allowed him to pull open 
and look inside. When she pointed out the various parts 
of her vagina, he was now aware of where the parts were 
that previously were only words to him.

Margaret didn't wake up until the next afternoon around 
one-thirty. She felt like she was floating from the 
sexual release she had received from Dave. Her body 
felt sore, especially deep inside and her female sexual 
parts especially, from when Dave had pounded her the 
last time they had sex. Margaret compared the sex with 
Dave and what she had shared with Brad, and realized 
she and Brad had never had sex as many times at once as 
she had the previous night with a young boy.

Stretching her legs out, Margaret felt how the muscles 
were sore and realized that she had used muscles when 
she wrapped her legs around Dave that she had most 
assuredly never used before. 

Margaret could feel the calves of her legs were tight 
and were slightly cramping from how she had made them 
taunt when squeezing the back and thighs of Dave in her 
climaxes. The muscles in the back of and sides of her 
thighs were tender and Margaret knew she would likely 
walk awkward for the remainder of the day.

Rising from her bed, Margaret could not believe how her 
legs hurt from the unfamiliar use they had exhibited in 
the acts of love between she and Dave just a few hours 
previously. Each step she took toward the bathroom were 
gingerly made, as she found her back and arms were also 
sore from the sexual activity of last night. Looking in 
the vanity mirror over the bathroom sink, Margaret 
smiled at her image as her face, and eyes especially, 
showed she had been soundly fucked by the young boy, 
and she was forced to admit to herself, for the first 
time in her life!

The other thing she was feeling was extremely guilty. 
She started to cry from knowing she had committed 
adultery and most of all, had broken the vows she'd 
shared with Brad. Margaret turned on the shower and 
willed the hot water to ease her sore body. 

After showering, Margaret knew that her sex would be 
sore for a few days, especially her uterus and ovaries, 
as even her mons was sore from the pounding of Dave's 
pubic bone it had received. Yet, it was something that 
I had never experienced and at forty-six, I have 
finally found what hard sex is about, and I loved it! 

Fixing herself some coffee and a salad, she had just 
started to enjoy her light meal when the doorbell rang. 
She jumped and wondered if she was feeling so much 
guilt that someone was coming to tell her they had seen 
her going into a motel room with a young boy.

Walking to the door and looking through the spy glass 
in the door she saw Kitty. Opening the door she greeted 
Kitty, who asked her if she was ill? Margaret felt 
concern and wondered if Kitty could tell or knew she 
had spent the night in lust with a young boy? Margaret 
explained that she wasn't expecting company and hadn't 
felt well all evening and was just now getting up from 
bed.

Kitty wanted to speak to her about Tom and hoped she 
would never tell her husband about what she had done. 
For several minutes' Kitty explained how she finally 
had started being with other men about a month ago. 

While Margaret listened in disbelief to Kitty describes 
her becoming involved with other men, she was surprised 
Then she listened as she described how a group of 
officer's wives had started a club and would meet for 
the purpose of discussing whom they had sex with and 
where. The group would meet off base and usually at a 
hotel where they could rent a large suite.

"Margaret, please don't tell Jerry. I came here today 
as I know how military you are, and I love Jerry and 
wish to continue being his wife. "Being apart, isn't 
what I thought marriage would be like." For more than 
twenty minutes Kitty spoke about her involvement with 
the group and finally told Margaret which women were 
involved. After viewing Denise at the OC last evening, 
she wasn't surprised when Kitty named the chaplain's 
wife as a member of the group.

"You must understand Kitty that my husband is a very 
close friend of your husband and I would not wish to 
hurt him or Jerry. You must stop being with this group 
or it will lead you into serious trouble." "Something 
like this can't be kept a secret for long, Kitty."

Margaret looked at her friend and felt compassion for 
the fairly new bride, "I've seen these things happen at 
other bases and it always gets out. Careers are ruined 
and men forced to leave the services who were career 
officers."

God, I must be the worst hypocrite around after last 
night and myself almost getting with Tom. Thinking back 
to yesterday and especially last night, Margaret's body 
tingled in memory of how Dave had taken her over and 
over. 

Deep in her mind were the animal instincts that spawned 
any rational behavior to justify her acts of lust. 
Logically Margaret knew she had intentionally seduced 
the young eighteen-year-old boy. Her body was striving 
at this moment to feel his youthful and exceptional 
powerful manhood slipping over, and ultimately inside 
her shapely and firm nature body.

Wile Margaret was allowing images and thoughts of Dave 
to invade her mind, especially that he had been a 
virgin, was overwhelming to her. Knowing she had 
captured within the core of her womanhood was his first 
ejaculation caused her to shiver in the memory. 

Yes, to think she had taken an eighteen-year-old 
virgin's first explosive sperm gush of manhood, deep 
within her feminine chasm. She understood she'd never 
be able to ignore her own instinctive needs of Nature's 
call for sexual procreation and would desire 
intercourse with the teenage boy again.

Margaret felt a strong need to be with a child, 
realizing that must have been the feelings to let a 
young man probe against her womb. The warmth of knowing 
Dave had placed his young seed within her, and she 
being unable to be with a child in any other fashion 
than having his egg probing spermatozoon puncture one 
of her fertile eggs. Do I want to become pregnant by a 
boy the age of my son? Margaret shuddered at the 
thought, but felt her sex become damp in anticipation..

Thinking back to last night, Margaret remembered how 
her loins had trapped Dave so his male fluids mixed 
inside her sex with her own wetness. Still fresh in her 
mind and to always remain in the dream state of 
passion, she remembered how her hips heaved upward to 
meet Dave's penis stroking into her as he placed his 
semen into hot womanhood receptacle.

What is Dave doing at this moment Margaret wondered and 
she was jolted back to the present time when she heard 
Kitty ask, "Would you care to attend our party this 
coming Saturday night, just once and perhaps you could 
attend, but you wouldn't need to be with someone?"

"Kitty, please your asking me to bear my soul where 
others' would know and likely consider me indecent and 
offensive with loose morals. I realize the other women 
would be committing adulterous acts for thrills. But 
having others know you're blatant in giving your body 
up for sex seems strange. Let me ponder all I have 
become knowledgeable about, between you and the other 
women I know, and their being so openly free with their 
bodies," Margaret asked Kitty.

Walking Kitty to the door, after spending considerable 
time in discussing about what could happen if their 
extramarital affairs became public knowledge she 
squeezed Kitty's hand in her own. For over an hour, 
Margaret was still uncertain about two questions she 
had been afraid to ask Kitty as they spoke.

Finally, as they stood in the doorway of Margaret's 
home, she asked Kitty, "Am I to understand everyone is 
nude in front of everyone else at the party and you 
have sex with anyone who wants sex?" "Can you tell me 
why you came to me and asked me to join your group?"

"Yes, everyone is nude although some wrap a towel 
around themselves." "Some bring a cover-up or a sexy 
lingerie robe, usually short and lacy." "Don't be 
upset, but Tom explained about your seeing he and I 
kissing, and his groping my hips." "When you showed up 
at the OC bar, last night he thought you would like to 
join our group." "He told me he found you extremely 
attractive and without doubt the most desirable of the 
women he had met at the base," Kitty answered her two 
questions.

"Did he say anything else about me?" "Tell me the 
truth, Kitty. I must know."

"That was all." "Is there something else, Margaret?" 
Kitty asked as she exited Margaret's home.

"Let me think about what your asking and telling me and 
I'll call you." "This is only Monday and from now until 
Saturday seems forever, especially what your inviting 
me to become involved with."

"Kitty, does Denise really allow herself to be so 
open?" "Tell me, is Andrea a member of the club, as you 
call the group?"

"Yes, to both of your questions and Denise and Andrea 
is really wild." "I hope you find it possible to 
attend." "The others asked me to speak with you and we 
hope you will keep our activities secret, even if you 
don't wish to join in with us," Kitty spoke as she 
walked down the sidewalk to her car. Honking the horn 
lightly as she drove off, gave Margaret a thought that 
it was a signal to run away from all this.

Wednesday evening Margaret decided to drive out to 
Bernie's Steakhouse and Lounge and as she drove along 
the highway she wondered if it was to relive her 
memories of meeting Dave there. Pulling into the 
covered area of the driveway, she was surprised to see 
Dave working as valet, as he had told her he would work 
again until Sunday. 

As Dave held the door for her, he smiled and reached 
for her hand to help her from the car. His grip was one 
of tenderness and he held her hand in his for an extra 
amount of time. Whispering to her, he said, "I love 
you, Margaret and can we meet after I get off work?" 
"I'm filling in for another guy who wasn't able to be 
here tonight. I'll be off at 10:30 or so."

Not sure what to say, Margaret looked at Dave and 
thought, an angel is looking down and arranged for us 
to be together this evening. Evidently neither of us 
had planned on the other being here. This is assuredly 
more than just coincidental that we're here tonight. 
"Perhaps. Would you like that, Dave?"

"Oh yes. I've wanted to call you and each time I looked 
at your phone number you wrote down for me." "I wanted 
to speak with you." "However, you asked me only call in 
the event of any emergency," Dave informed Margaret.

Margaret took considerable time over dinner and when 
she was finished she looked at her watch and noted it 
was just a few minutes until ten. After paying her 
check she walked into the cocktail lounge and sat at 
the end of the bar. From her view at the bar she could 
see the entrance of the building and watched Dave as he 
delivered the dinner crowd's vehicles to them.

Glancing at her watch she noted it was about 10:15 and 
saw Dave was evidently done working as he locked the 
key cabinet, where the keys were kept when cars were 
checked into valet services. Could she allow her body 
to be given again to someone other than her husband? 
While having thoughts on getting with Dave, her 
thoughts were interrupted when he handed her the keys 
to her car, and informed her he was closing valet 
services. He had parked her car in the front by the 
entrance door.

"Thank you. I guess its time for me to call it a day." 
Handing him a tip as he passed her keys to her, she let 
her fingers stroke across the palm of his hand.

"Bartender, how much do I owe you?" she asked. Then she 
paid her bar tab and walked to her car. Looking around 
as she exited the lot, she saw Dave was in his car and 
waiting to follow her to the motel.

This time she only drove about twenty miles and pulled 
into a Motel 8. After obtaining a room as far back from 
the entrance as possible she drove to her room and 
parked. She entered the room and thought, again I'm 
cheating on my husband and its no different from what 
the other women are doing, yet I'm fearful of becoming 
involved with the group.

Dave followed her into the room and before she could 
even shut the door he was pulling her into his arms. 
For a brief moment she felt a fear of his being so 
possessive but realized he was a young man and young 
men wanted to bury their hardness inside a woman 
without preliminaries of foreplay. 

Margaret had found this out from her first time with 
Dave, and now it was true again, and she had read over 
and over in romance novels or magazine articles dealing 
with sexual conquest how young boy were anxious to 
empty their sperm filled testicles in a woman.

Now both were anxious, and Margaret was without doubt, 
most ready for this encounter. She felt the primate 
levels of desire when she allowed her body to be taken 
three days ago by this teenage boy. Now her desires 
were ready for release and tonight, felt the need to 
explore illicit sexual pleasures with Dave, especially 
carnal intimacies she'd never explored with Brad.

They were in bed together and he was thrusting deep 
inside Margaret's body. Within a few short moments Dave 
shot off inside her body but he continued to push deep 
within her opening and draw almost completely back out 
of her sex. Then he would jam his still erect penis 
deeper and deeper it seemed, inside her body. 

Her cries of pain were of pleasure as he hit against 
her cervix with his long thick manhood. Margaret tried 
to find comparison between what Brad gave her and what 
this young boy was shoving into her. She knew he 
assuredly was at least two inches longer than Brad.

Sometimes she thought she couldn't accept the depth of 
his organ, but each time he pulled back, she eagerly 
awaited his shove back into her. The pain was 
secondarily to the feeling of being penetrated to her 
core, with the boy's hard staff. Margaret couldn't get 
enough and she pulled her legs back, wrapping then 
around his back, near his shoulders. Using her hands, 
she grabbed her ankles to pull her body into a ball 
shape.

"Dave, do it deeper, oh yes, like that. It's so good, 
don't stop! God, don't stop doing me, Dave! Harder, 
deeper! AWG! I'm almost there... don't... oh don't 
stop! Give it to me harder! Dave, I'm coming! OH MY 
GOD, I'M COMING SO HARD!"

Margaret heard herself utter her climax, using the "f" 
work. She had never spoken the word aloud until the 
previous time with Dave, and now she was again crying 
out "fuck." Her body was trembling in release and still 
desired more. Her mature body had somehow been released 
to pleasure she had previously only read or fantasized 
about in young girl like fantasy. Now she understood 
what some authors described as the "BIG O."

Still Dave was riding her as he felt himself in no 
hurry to explode inside this woman once more. His mind 
pictured this was his mother he was having sex with. He 
understood the Ophelia Complex and had read about it 
numerous times. His mother used to be nude with him and 
sometimes bathed with him, even as recently as five 
months ago. Dave and his mother never engaged in actual 
intercourse but they snuggled together in bed from the 
time his parents divorced around his ninth birthday.

Dave could remember the many times they would be in bed 
together and he would awake to find his erection 
gripped tightly between his mother's thighs, nudged 
against her sex. Most of these times Dave would be 
laying on his side and curled against her back and 
hips, in spoon fashion. Other times, how many he didn't 
know, he would awaken and feel his erection against her 
sex and he would be lying on top of her.

On several occasions, from the time he was about 
thirteen, he would wake up and find his penis and pubic 
hair wet. He could also feel the same wetness against 
his mother's massive growth of hair that surrounded her 
sex. After he became more knowledgeable about sex he 
knew he was ejaculating against his mother's body as 
they sleep close together. On more than one occasion he 
had attempted to enter his mother's sex when she asked 
him to lie on her tummy.

Dave remembered how his mother would hold him between 
her legs and his thing would become erect and she 
slightly moved her hips up and down. Then would make a 
moaning sound and he could feel the end of his thing 
against the warmth entrance of her body. Dave loved the 
feeling as she reached down and held him in her hand. 
His mother would tell him they couldn't be closer than 
how they were now, as her hand rubbed his hard teenage 
erection against her hair covered sex.

Somehow Dave understood his mother found sexual 
enjoyment and release from rubbing herself with his 
hardness. He associated his mother's release as he did 
when he would masturbate. Then she held his penis in 
her hand until they drifted back to sleep.

Dave remembered the first time he awoke to find his 
erection in his mother's hand. He was just short of his 
fourteenth birthday and he awoke and remembered he had 
went to sleep on top of his mother. Without seeming to 
be awake, as he realized if she knew he was awake, 
might discontinue what she was doing. This time seemed 
very different as Dave felt his mother hold his thing 
at the entrance to her sex. Most of what he remembered 
was the sensations as she was kind off moving her hand 
back and forth on his thing.

What seemed like forever, but likely was only a couple 
of minutes, strange sensations began to crest 
throughout Dave's body and especially his thing. He 
still remembered how his mother's body moved and it 
wasn't unlike what he was now feeling Margaret's doing. 
Then his body shuddered uncontrollably as he felt his 
thing seem to squirt something out of it and his mind 
thought back to his saying, "Oh mommy." That was the 
first time Dave had ejaculated, and after that he would 
find his cum had squirted out against his mother while 
they slept.

His mother had gripped him harder and told him, "You're 
my big man now."

Now all his mother complexes were coming true with 
Margaret. Her hands were scratching and pinching the 
skin on his back as he took her hard. Never had he 
expected to have sex with an older woman and was 
actually shy around females of his own peer group. Now 
the dreams of his mother were being acted out in real 
life. Had Margaret know of these fantasy moods she 
would likely have been surprised for only a brief 
moment.

Margaret, herself was having thoughts of her son Matt, 
and how he had looked when she spied him with his twin 
sister on their sixteenth birthday. Was she enjoying 
sex with Dave because of her fascination with her own 
son? Never had she really considered sex with Matt but 
now realized she enjoyed watching her children engage 
in incestuous behavior.

For two hours, the mother-son aged lovers, engaged in 
every form of sex. Margaret's mind envisioned what it 
would be like to take this boy every night. From oral 
sex on each other, to Margaret standing next to the bed 
and Dave taking her from behind, they engaged in all 
aspects of making love. Dave thoroughly enjoyed taking 
her doggie style and when he ejaculated in this 
position he rammed inside her so deeply into Margaret, 
she screamed out in share pain.

The third time they made love that night she allowed 
Dave something Brad had always wanted but she resisted 
his request each time. "Dave, I want you to do it in my 
back hole."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, you understand what I want from you, for the 
first time in my life I wish to have anal sex?"

"Yes, Margaret, I understand. I've always wondered what 
that would be like when my friends and I spoke about 
the different ways to have sex."

For Margaret the experience was traumatic and not 
without considerable pain as he forced his largeness 
through her resisting sphincter muscle. Yet she gave 
Dave her last virginity and told him as much when they 
had finished making anal love. "Dave, I trusted you 
just then, more than you will ever understand until 
your older. You're the first man to take me in love, 
back there. I've never allowed my husband to penetrate 
me in that fashion."

Dave looked at the woman, and he could only fathom a 
part of what she was saying, but he knew anal sex was 
something he would want in the future with the woman 
who had captured not only his virginity, but his heart. 
"That was really only your first time like that, 
really?"

"You're special to me and our love can never be more 
than it is now, but you'll always be my little man, and 
your definitely not little in one place."

When she got home, she took a long bubble bath and lay 
in the water reading a novel on romance where the 
heroine is brutally raped by an enraged giant of a 
pirate. She easily place herself in the feelings the 
girl in the story felt being taken deep and hard. 

The story line of the man's endowment of his penis size 
made her believe it was she and Dave the story was 
written about The story was set in a different time and 
a reversal of the ages between the characters. The 
drama of the story was definitely lifelike between what 
she had accepted from Dave, as when the pirate anally 
raped the girl. 

Margaret felt the soreness in the opening between her 
hips and although not unpleasant sex, it was a one time 
thing for Margaret. She remembered how it burned and 
seemed to tear her rear opening as Dave needed force to 
enter her last vestige of carnal love. Margaret noted a 
little blood afterwards from allowing Dave's large 
maleness to push open the most secret and until then, 
extremely private cavity of her body.

Saturday morning arrived and Margaret decided to have 
breakfast off base. She dressed in a skirt that was a 
little short for a woman her age, and a tight blouse 
that accented her still firm and shapely breast. Taking 
Brad's corvette she headed off base for a leisurely 
breakfast to try and reason out how to reply to Kitty's 
invitation to the party tonight. 

Approaching the main gate of the base, she could see 
the young Marine she had caught looking at her legs was 
on duty. She had to stop in line to exit the base and 
she reached down to pulled her dress slightly higher. 
She moved her right leg to allow the inside of her 
thighs to be visible fairly high up her leg.

"Good morning Ma'am, and have a nice day," the shapely 
dressed Marine greeted her as she pulled up to his 
post. She saw his eyes move to the exposed skin of her 
legs, as she wasn't wearing hosiery this morning. Yes, 
she thought, and he is really something when it comes 
to looks and physique.

"Thank you and you also enjoy your day. Sometime I'll 
have to bake you some cookies or homemade fudge. Are 
you married or single?", she asked.

"Single Ma'am. Cookies and fudge would be fine. I'll be 
working afternoons after Monday."

She drove off thinking how terrific he looked and he 
was extremely muscled arms and with his camouflaged 
uniform sleeves rolled into cuffs. Looking she couldn't 
help but admire his youthful body. Not again, she 
thought. Not another young boy she thought. Was she 
mental?

Margaret thought, today I'm going to the local 
restaurant that was considered the best place for 
breakfast, and she knew where her friends usually ate 
Saturday mornings. When she entered the restaurant, she 
wasn't surprised to find the place packed with 
customers. As she was giving the hostess her name a 
familiar voice asked her, "Would you like to join us at 
our table Margaret?"

Turning she saw Kitty, and decided this would be a good 
time to speak with her and advise her she couldn't 
become involved with the group this evening. Following 
Kitty to her table, she saw Andrea, Denise and another 
woman she knew but was unable to remember her name. 
Reaching the table, she greeted each of the women and 
told the one she couldn't remember her name, she was 
sorry for her being so forgetful.

"Don't worry. " I'm Lana, and yes, I was named after 
Lana Turner. My father thought she was the most 
beautiful woman in the world. Oh, yes, he always told 
my mother, after her of course."

For whatever the reason, Margaret found herself 
enthralled with this oblivious Southern Beauty. Her 
accent was real. No doubt about that, and her skin 
truly was like the flower whiteness of a magnolia 
blossom. Within five minutes of meeting Lana, she found 
they were identical in age and both had never had 
children but had adopted a boy and girl. Lana's 
children weren't twins but they were only a year's age 
difference between them.

About halfway through breakfast the discussion about 
tonight's party was brought up by Denise. "Girl's I 
want you to leave that young Ensign, Tom, for me and me 
tonight. I have tried to get him, but so far, but I'm 
dead meat. So, please, if he tries to hit on any one of 
you, tell him later but to do me."

No, thought Margaret, I can't believe this conversation 
and I'm sure it won't be long until someone asks me if 
I'm attending tonight. Slowly the conversation drifted 
to the upcoming deployment and that their husbands' 
tour would likely be extended. Now that struck a sore 
cord with Margaret as she hadn't heard this from Brad 
but the others all knew. Why wasn't he informing her if 
he was going to be away longer than the original year? 
When she got home, she was going to e-mail him or call 
Brad on his cell phone, and forget the expense.

When Kitty commented that Jerry had informed her more 
than two weeks ago that the cruise could be extended 
for at least six months, she said she had a fit. 
Everyone from the task force that supported the 
carrier, was surprised to hear Captain Brad hadn't 
informed his wife. 

This was a breech of command, even if they were wives, 
the unwritten rule was military wives were guided by 
the rank of their husbands. Margaret was extremely 
upset, as all the wives knew the ship would not be in 
home port for at least an extra six months.

By the time breakfast was over, and they were enjoying 
another cup of coffee, the subject had returned to the 
party to be held that evening. Andrea asked Margaret if 
she wouldn't like to attend. She told her where the 
party was being held and would start around eight that 
evening. 

Margaret told them she would get back with Kitty, but 
right now this was something her mind must first 
comprehend. Just the idea of open sex with the other 
Navy wives being present, Margaret wondered how it 
would work. Finally Margaret could not ignore the one 
question that was bothering her about the sex parties, 
and she asked, "OK, each of you, how many men have you 
been with?"

Denise replied she had been with fourteen junior 
officers. Smiling, Denise added, "That is less than I 
expected," but she explained she had only been 
attending the parties for a couple of months. When 
Andrea replied she was starting the party with her 
first being number sixty, and looked forward too adding 
five more to her total at the party tonight.

Lana was a complete surprise, and told she was now on 
eighty-two, but only forty were from this base. She 
explained she had been part of a group at Pearl, and 
would have thirty women at some parties. Pearl Harbor 
was notorious for adultery and even some husbands 
attended. It was really a swinger's club, more than the 
absent husband club held here in Norfolk. She stated 
some of the women who had been at Pearl, were at this 
base and their husbands knew about them and were bugged 
by their husband's to let them attend.

Listening to Kitty tell of how many men she had sex 
with, about knocked Margaret off her chair. "Let me see 
now, I've been involved in this for six months and from 
what my notes tell me this will be the night I hit one 
hundred." Kitty had taken a small note book from her 
purse and shown a log of each man she'd been with. 

Her notebook listed each sailor she had sex with, what 
they had done sexually together. To everyone's 
surprise, she told how about meeting several men, and 
not all military, at motels during the weeks when no 
party was held. All were surprised at her list and 
decided they would try to recreate a list from their 
past encounters.

Margaret was stunned. These women had been involved 
with several men and she hadn't known such activity was 
taking place. Did Brad know about these parties and had 
he attended them, she wondered? She wanted to read the 
list the women would have and asked Kitty if she could 
read hers?

"Don't see why not. Just bring it back with you 
tonight, OK?"

When Margaret returned home, she first sent an e-mail 
to Brad about the cruise being extended and then tried 
to reach him by phone. His aide answered his phone and 
informed her that he was in the war room but would let 
him know she called. However, it could be hours or more 
before he was free. 

OK, she thought, he'd best call by 7:00 or she might 
attend the party after all. Her mind was in a turmoil 
about Brad not telling her the tour might be extended 
but that all the other wives were aware of it being the 
case.

For Margaret, as she read from Kitty's notebook, she 
couldn't believe some of the names. Some of the men 
were part of the large circle of friends she and Brad 
were friends with. When she saw Tom's name she read 
Kitty's comment and found she had made a separate 
section for him. Never would she have believed her 
closest friend would have been with Tom, not only once, 
but eight times in all. The last entry told how she had 
let him, as Kitty wrote, "Do me up my butt."

Briefly she had written that it was extremely painful 
but allowed him to do it twice and when Margaret saw 
the date she remembered that date was last Saturday, 
before she had seen them together at the antique mall 
on Sunday.

What was it like, Margaret wondered, as she read 
Kitty's description several times, about having sex in 
her butt. Kitty's descriptive comments of how the pain 
was also pleasure fascinated Margaret. So many times 
Brad had attempted to have her allow him take her body 
in such a fashion but she always refused. Then Margaret 
understood why men wanted anal sex, and she knew that 
she would allow Dave to do it again to her. Even though 
she had told herself when it happened that she would 
never allow that again.

A few minutes after seven, Margaret checked the e-mails 
and didn't find a response to hers. She walked into her 
bedroom and undressed and got into the bathtub and 
filled it with bath oil that in some way observed 
itself into your skin and lasted for almost eight 
hours. Then she climbed into the tub and spent 
considerable time in shaving her legs and making sure 
they were exceptionally smooth. 

Looking at the thick growth of hair that surrounded her 
female opening, and across her mons, Margaret always 
found it pleasant to run her fingers through the 
massive dark hairs. Trimming her pubes, she took even 
more care in being sure they had no prickly stubs that 
weren't smooth. She rinsed off and before drying 
herself she stepped in front of the floor length mirror 
and parting her legs finished trimming her dark thick 
bush along the labia, so it was even in a line where 
the lips of her sex met the joint of her legs.

Dressing in a frilly cocktail dress, which was full at 
the bottom, so when she twirled it would swing outward 
and provide a view of her shapely legs. She had worn 
this dress to the OC a couple of times and when she and 
Brad danced to an old-fashioned jitterbug number, she 
saw the men looking to see how high up her legs they 
could look.

Before leaving the house she again checked for any e-
mail from Brad. Finding none, she again called his cell 
phone number and again his aide answered the phone. 
When the aide again informed her that he was 
preoccupied she snapped, "Tell him, and write this 
down, do you have paper and a pen ready? I will be 
preoccupied also tonight. And thanks for not telling me 
your tour had been extended. Love your wife, What's Her 
Name."

When the aide attempted to explain about his being in a 
meeting she hung up the phone.

Just as she was ready to walk out the door, the phone 
rang. Thinking it might be Brad, she answered the 
phone. It was Brad and he sounded angry and told her, 
he must make the call brief as he was meeting with some 
high ranking officers. She understood that meant 
Admirals but that didn't resolve the hurt she had from 
finding out his tour had been extended.

"Margaret, I'm uncertain how you found out about the 
tour but right now I cannot discuss that matter under 
any circumstances, please understand."

Brad continued speaking and informed her there are 
reports from the base that sounds like some serious 
trouble with some of the wives and other officers. "I 
have received a copy of an investigative report and you 
must be extremely cautious of whom your friends are. I 
can't say more but I hope you understand. I love you 
and must get back to my meeting. What did you wish to 
speak with me about?"

"Brad, I miss you and want you home. If the rumors are 
what I think they are I'm aware of some of the problems 
but not for sure. I love you, Brad. Please be careful 
and come home. Bye."

There could be no doubt that he was speaking about the 
wives and officers being involved in sexual conduct 
that includes adultery and such, like the party planned 
for tonight. Picking up the phone, she called Kitty. 
"Hi Kitty. This is Margaret. I must see you before you 
leave for the party. I'll be over in a few minutes. 
Don't leave until I speak with you."

"What is it, Margaret? I'm ready to leave for the 
party. Can't it wait until I see you then?"

"No!" Then Margaret added, "Kitty, you must not leave 
until I see you. I'm on my way. Do not speak or call 
anyone until I get there. OK? Bye."

Driving over to Kitty's seemed to be the longest five 
minutes ever, but she arrived at Kitty's house and 
found her waiting for her with the door open. Walking 
inside, Margaret closed the door behind her and taking 
Kitty's hand in hers, explained about tonight and that 
there is evidently an investigation regarding the 
parties.

"Kitty, you mustn't go tonight." "I had planned on 
going but I just found out the military is conducting 
investigations about the sex club," Margaret explained. 
She cautioned Kitty she must not speak to anyone about 
the matter.

"I think we should pack our bags and take a quick 
vacation for a week or so until we find out what is 
going on. If we aren't here, they can't question us. 
I'm going home and pack some things and I'm going on a 
vacation. Please come with me. I don't want you or 
Jerry hurt from all of this."

"God. Does someone know what we've been doing? Does 
Jerry know? Oh Margaret, I'm scarred. Should we tell 
the others?"

"No! Absolutely not! We can't speak of this to anyone 
else. Why don't you pack a few things and we'll take a 
quick trip? Just call Denise, and tell her that 
something has come up and you are going with me because 
of an emergency."

After Kitty called Denise, she packed her bag and they 
drove to Margaret's and she packed her things for at 
least a week's trip. She knew they could stay longer by 
laundering their clothes when necessary, or even 
purchase a few items to help out if needed.

Driving until about eleven, they pulled the corvette 
into a Holiday Inn and checked in for the night. They 
were dressed as they had been for the party, and 
decided to check out the local lounge across the 
parking lot from the motel.

The cocktail lounge had the normal Saturday night 
crowd, listening to a three-piece group, with a female 
singer, who did a great job on the CW songs. After 
twenty minutes, the locals got brave enough to ask them 
to dance. Kitty looked at Margaret and said why not, 
were all dressed so we'll relax a little and enjoy the 
band. Margaret agreed and danced with an attractive man 
who was decked out in cowboy gear, including a hat. She 
asked him to take the hat off and then she would dance 
with him.

For three songs they danced together and both of them 
found it pleasant and their dance partners were 
interesting and not pushy. When they came back to their 
table, the men asked if they could join them and get 
then a drink if they wanted one. Margaret told Kitty it 
was okay with her if she agreed, she would like some 
company to just speak about something different.

The next song begin was a slow number and both of them 
agreed to dance. Margaret felt Tony holding her just a 
little tighter and when his leg wedged in between her 
thighs, she didn't hinder his leg pressing against her 
sex. When the song ended, the band played another slow 
number and by now Margaret could feel Tony's organ 
pressing against her upper thigh and she pressed back 
against him to let him know she enjoyed the body 
contact between them.

Kitty was allowing the same intimacy between she and 
Larry as they moved their bodies against each other 
while they danced to the slow ballads, the singer was 
putting all her effort into.

Both of the women were feeling the effects of not 
completing the final acts of sexual release they had 
planned for the party. They were aware that several men 
would have likely taken them into sexual bless. 
Although they had discussed Brad's warning as they 
drove to where they were spending the night, the sexual 
desires were still high.

Tony was becoming aroused very quickly and the feel of 
Margaret against him, made him even harder. He knew she 
liked the feel of him rubbing against her, as her arms 
were pulling him to her body. For Margaret, she was 
highly charged for sex as she felt Tony's firmness 
against her leg. She moved so Tony's erection pushed 
against her mons. Within moments her body became tense 
and knew she was about to climax from his pushing 
against her pubic area.

"Oh, oh," she moaned softly as she felt her body betray 
her and she climaxed like a young girl would dance at 
her prom.

"Enjoy it Margaret. Let it feel good for you. Your body 
got so stiff. I've never felt a woman get off like that 
before. You've made my night for me," Tony spoke as he 
felt her climax.

Once the dance was over, Kitty suggested they go to the 
women's room together. "Margaret, I think we should 
leave as Larry wants us all to party, as he called his 
suggestion."

"Your right about that and I have to tell you, I just 
climaxed from rubbing against Tony and he was really 
hard. There must be truth to what they say about young 
guys. The idea came into my mind, we would be going 
from the frying pan and into the skillet, as the saying 
goes, if we ended up in bed with them. We'll tell them 
we need to call it a night and we see them when we get 
back home in a couple of weeks."

After telling Tony and Larry good night, they walked 
back to their motel room and once inside, removed their 
clothes in front of each other without any qualms. 
Kitty was familiar with being nude in front of women 
from attending the sex parties. For Margaret it was a 
new experience and she didn't think about her actions 
until Kitty whistled and walked over and touched her 
arm.

"You are extremely attractive and your shape is better 
than mine. How old are you, Margaret, if you don't mind 
my asking?"

Smiling at Kitty's compliment, she replied, "Forty-
six."

Standing close together they could see any flaw in 
their bodies and Margaret saw no condition on Kitty 
that a man could fault. From a woman's perspective, 
Margaret felt somewhat uncomfortable as she became 
aroused sexually from viewing all of Kitty's body. 
Kitty was now removing her panties as she had already 
removed her bra and noted that the young woman's pubic 
hair was extremely sparse and yet she evidently didn't 
trim it at all as it grew down between her gorgeous 
thighs. "God, Kitty, you're terrific and I..."

Margaret could not finish her comment as she remembered 
when she was thirteen and her cousin Anna, who was 
twenty-one, had taken her with her on a two-week 
vacation to Europe. The first night they were in 
London, the hotel room had only one bed and they slept 
together. Anna suggested they sleep in the nude 
together, as it would be cooler as the room lacked air 
conditioning, as they were traveling on a budget priced 
tour.

Memories of that night, and those of the following two 
weeks together with Anna, hadn't risen in her mind as a 
scant thought for more than thirty years. Now her mind 
recaptured the image of feeling another female touching 
her and leading her into the art of Lesbo love.

Her mind recalled she had awoke and found Anna was 
curled up against her as she lay on her back and Anna 
was on her right-side facing her. Becoming more awake, 
she became cognizant that Anna's left leg was laying 
partially across her body. Then she felt Anna moving 
her hand over her stomach and then down until she was 
playing with the few curls adorning her sex

Margaret felt somewhat scarred at what Anna was doing 
but it made her tingle and she faked being asleep. When 
Anna's hand moved between her legs, Margaret gasped out 
a slight ugh, as she felt her cousin's fingers play 
over her vagina. Then a finger moved inside the opening 
between her slightly short of puberty attained sex. 

She remembered reaching down and taking Anna's arm in 
her hand to remove it from touching her private area. 
Yet she remembered she didn't pull her hand away but 
seemed to not want her to touch her so personally, and 
yet wanted the contact.

Thinking back, she remembered Anna's words as if they 
were being spoken at that instance, "Let it be for you, 
Dear Cousin Margaret."

Margaret did not hinder Anna as she brought her to the 
first climax of her life. The feeling was so over 
whelming that Margaret commenced crying. Not from fear 
or what she had allowed Anna to do with her, but 
because the shock of something feeling so wonderful to 
her young body didn't permit her to speak out her 
feelings.

During the rest of the vacation, Anna had led her young 
cousin into all aspects of lesbian love. When Margaret 
felt Anna make oral love to her she couldn't lay still 
and sobbed out during the complete time she was being 
stimulated in the surrender of her teenage passions. By 
the time she climaxed from oral sex, for her very first 
time, Margaret had never believed what sex could do to 
a person's mind and body. 

After a few times, Anna convinced Margaret to do the 
same to her. The act of taking Anna with her mouth and 
tongue wasn't unpleasant Margaret recalled, but she 
hadn't enjoyed it like she did when Anna would take her 
to the stars licking between her young, and not quite 
shapely legs.

Thinking back, as she viewed Kitty's nude form, created 
an urge to venture into an experiment with her friend. 
I wonder if she would become upset or what she would do 
if I reached out and touched her breast, Margaret 
wondered?

Kitty was watching her friend and wondering what she 
must be thinking as the expressions on her face kept 
changing and most of the few seconds she was observing 
Margaret, her eyes were practically closed. Speaking 
softly, and reading her mind at last, Kitty asked, 
"Would you like to sleep together tonight?"

Margaret was stunned with her quick reply as Kitty's 
question had brought her back to the present time with 
a shock, "Oh, Kitty, would you think I'm awful for such 
a thing?"

"No. We need to finish what we didn't get at the base 
or at the bar tonight. I'm used to being with women at 
the parties and sometimes I wish the men hadn't been in 
attendance, and the wives would have taken me."

"Kitty, I did this when I was thirteen during a two-
week vacation to Europe with my cousin Anna, who was 
twenty-one. That was the only time and I was 
remembering that when you ask if I wanted to have us 
sleep together."

Moving closer to Margaret, the younger woman took her 
hand and led her to the bed. Margaret lay back, as she 
did so Kitty moved into a setting position next to her 
and begin exploring between her temporary lover's legs 
and pubic area.

"Your legs are like smooth glass and I love the way you 
trim your thick pubes." With that comment expressing 
how she viewed her friends personal body, Kitty moved 
between Margaret's legs and begin to take her in 
lesbian love, and before the night ended had done so 
three times.

Margaret lay exhausted after the second climax Kitty 
brought down from her in complete release of her 
emotions. Around three in the morning Margaret was 
wakened to the feeling of Kitty again going down on her 
and keeping her at the edge of a climax for several 
minutes. Finally Margaret cried out to her friend for 
relief, "Kitty, take me - god, take me. I need to come 
so bad. Please? Oh god, Kitty, I'm coming so hard - god 
it's so hard and gooood!"

Moving up from between Margaret's widely spread legs, 
Kitty lay over her body and placed her lips to her 
lover's. At first, Margaret wasn't certain she wanted 
to be kissed by another woman. Then she moved her 
tongue into her friend's mouth and sought out Kitty 
tongue, Now Margaret felt her own needs becoming 
aroused to satisfy her friend Kitty.

Being kissed by Kitty brought forth sensations that a 
man's kisses didn't the feel same as you when she felt 
another woman's lips on her own. It felt like Kitty's 
lips were softer than a man's, and gave a warm sensuous 
feeling. Margaret thought, I'm not a kisser, even with 
Brad, but with Kitty I feel inclined to have her lips 
on my neck, my breast and stomach. 

Kitty's lips were soft like the pads on a puppy's feet, 
Margaret thought. Her lips on mine create the need to 
feel her sex against mine. To be arduously, gently and 
sensuously lost in the moment of feeling a woman's sex 
responds to my tongue and lips caressing hers until she 
reaches a climax in pure pleasure of a woman's touch.

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She lay on top of Kitty, rubbing her pubes against her 
pubic area and found Kitty was softer and squishier 
than a man. A man's parts were in all the wrong places 
it seemed to Margaret as she ground her sex against 
another woman's. The feeling her pubes against Kitty's 
were an instinct of womanhood, as you feel the 
sensations against your pussy and you don't care that 
it is a woman who is touching you. 

It feels good, Margaret thought, and I'm able to lose 
myself in the feeling as it overwhelms me, and we 
climax together. It is a warm and soft feeling that is 
taking me into a new dimension that Brad can't give me.

Margaret thought she would most likely not desire or 
consider sex with another woman like this after Kitty. 
The same as I'd forgotten having Anna give her that 
first bisexual experiences. I have always known 
something was missing in my married life, and now I 
wonder if it was not having this type of sex since I 
was thirteen, Margaret asked herself?

After the exhausting sexual encounter between them, 
they went to sleep in each other's arms. Margaret woke 
up first and looking at the clock saw it was eight in 
the morning. Looking over at her friend, she saw Kitty 
was still sleeping soundly. Moving gently, Margaret 
leaned over and placed her lips on Kitty's exposed left 
breast and as she took it into her mouth, flipped her 
tongue lightly across the pink bud that hardened in her 
oral caress.

For the next two weeks the two women traveled across 
the state of Florida and enjoyed the cool waters of the 
Atlantic and the warm waters of the Gulf. Walking 
around the small and uninhabited Ft. Myers' Honeymoon 
Beach, they found time to speak about their lives from 
childhood until the present. Both of them discussed 
their nightly, and sometimes, daily sexual encounters 
with each other. Neither could find any problem with 
what they were engaged in with each other. Kitty found 
the older woman the most sensuous female she had ever 
encountered.

Margaret thought to herself that no female should be 
just pure sex as Kitty exudes. Telling her one day as 
they walked along the beach, "Kitty, you're made for 
sex. Nothing else can describe you and how you appear. 
It isn't any wonder you became so deep into the sex 
club at the base, you're pure unadulterated sex, Kitty. 
No one individual will ever be able to satisfy you, of 
that I'm certain. Perhaps you should lead Jerry into 
believing he has decided to take up swinging after he 
retires. Maybe I can do the same with Brad," laughing 
she told Kitty. 

That evening they went to a local hangout and wore 
their party dresses from the ill-fated Saturday night 
party and both were about to give into temptation with 
a couple of vacationing college boys, when Margaret's 
cell phone rang.

The call was from Brad and he said he was glad she and 
Kitty had taken a vacation away from the base as he had 
been advised that a major scandal was brewing about 
some crazy sex club that was centered around the 
officers' club. During their conversation, Brad told 
her, it likely would be covered up as some very high 
ranking officer's wives' were involved.

Then he dropped a bombshell of news. Both he and Jerry 
were about to retire after the cruise and become 
members of a reserve unit. They had determined that the 
long tours were too much for them as they missed their 
wives. After several minutes' Brad said, Jerry had just 
walked into his room. Margaret told Brad goodbye and 
she was having drinks with Kitty, and to put Jerry on 
the phone.

Kitty about cried when Jerry gave her the news about 
his considering to retire from the Navy after this 
tour. Not missing the chance to give him food for 
thought she laughingly told him, "Margaret and I are 
having drinks. Jerry there are a lot of handsome young 
twenty-one plus studs are just panting to do us, would 
you mind? Maybe you and I should consider becoming 
swingers when you leave the Navy, and you get their 
teenage wives for your partner. Yeah, I know, and I'll 
get the old men, someone like my husband."

That night Margaret was very aggressive when they were 
having sex. She took Kitty in so may various embraces, 
that finally Kitty told her she could take anymore. 
They couldn't believe the next morning was the day they 
had to start back to Norfolk.

They lay in bed and studied each other's sex as they 
lay head-to-foot with the other. Kitty loved the neat 
trim of the thick hair over Margaret's vulva. But for 
Margaret, she couldn't get over the sparse hair 
covering the complete pubic are and onto the upper 
thighs where Kitty's legs joined her torso.

Margaret loved to tug and slightly twist the pubes as 
she played all around Kitty's small sexual opening. 
Kitty had hardly any major labia on each side of her 
vagina and the minor labia were just small lips that 
protected the entrance of her sex. Her sex gave one the 
impression that it belongs to a five or a six-year-old 
girl, if that wasn't making the age too old. They ended 
up making love together with tremendous stamina before 
getting up, showering and dressing in casual clothes 
and them having breakfast.

After eating they returned to the motel, packed their 
clothes and set out for Norfolk with the top down on 
the corvette. Margaret's mind was turning over and over 
about what she had allowed her body to dictate sexually 
in the past couple of weeks. 

First it was with Dave, then she considered the young 
Marine as a sexual partner and then preparing to attend 
the sex club party. That would have been nothing but an 
orgy. Even the night her and Kitty had left on this 
jaunt, she had climaxed by rubbing her sex against a 
young boy, Tony, as she danced to a slow country and 
western ballad.

Then she thought of the past two weeks with Kitty. From 
their first night together she had been so aggressive 
in initiating sex with Kitty. Somehow, the taking of 
Kitty was almost an act of lust that had been deep in 
her mind since she was thirteen.

Cousin Anna had shown her the ultimate act of sex, when 
she got her first climax. When Anna had finished 
bringing her off about the fourth or fifth night of 
their sexual tryst, she was surprised when Anna showed 
her the item she had purchased in the store with all 
the magazines. Margaret was shocked to see so many 
items that were all about sex in one spot. She 
remembered picking one up and looking at the cover with 
the two women doing to a man what she and Anna did to 
each other.

Her mind remembered how Anna had taken the slender pink 
plastic item and told her that tonight she would be a 
man for her. Margaret knew it was representative of a 
man's penis but couldn't figure out exactly what Anna 
meant when she said she would be a man for her tonight.

That night Anna had asked, "Margaret, will you do oral 
sex on me first?"

After she felt Anna climax, Margaret was surprised when 
Anna got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. 
The room was dark and Margaret couldn't see that Anna 
had fastened the pink thing on her body with some 
material.

Anna got back in bed and started kissing Margaret 
nipples until Margaret felt herself starting to squirm 
in anticipation of feeling Anna's mouth on her sex. 
Whispering to her as she moved between her legs she 
remembered for the first time in all these years what 
Anna had said and done. 

"Margaret, I'm going to be the man tonight and make 
love to you like a male would. Put your hand down and 
feel what I have strapped on my waist." When her hand 
touched the male shaped item, attached to cousin Anna's 
body, she withdrew her hand but Anna again asked her to 
touch it and place it at the entrance of her sex.

Margaret remembered thinking how scarred she was as she 
could not imagine Anna doing what she was. Never would 
Margaret fail to again relieve what had occurred that 
night. Cousin Anna had begun to work the item in the 
entrance of her sex.

Margaret thought back and her mind for the first time 
ever, flashed her to the feeling of pain she got when 
Anna shoved, with all her might, the pink thing deep 
inside her body. Margaret for the first time, realized 
that was when she had lost her virginity. Tears formed 
in her eyes and finally Kitty asked her, "Margaret is 
something wrong? Pull off at the next exit and stop for 
a while. Why are you crying? Is it because of what I 
led you into these past two weeks?"

"No. Kitty, I was just reminiscing about what happened 
to me during the past couple of weeks and how I really 
lost my virginity."

"I thought you were a virgin on your wedding night, 
with Brad being your first."

"Wait until I get off at this exit and we'll take a 
coffee break and I can talk to you about lots of 
things. I just hope you won't think I'm two-faced and 
hate me afterwards, Kitty."

They took the last booth in the restaurant and ordered 
some coffee and sandwiches. "Kitty, don't interrupt me 
until I've finished my story, OK?"

"Sure Margaret. Take as long as you want as we have no 
real time to get back to Norfolk. Heck, take a week if 
you want and that way I can seduce you seven more 
times. By the way you look cute with a tear drop 
running down you check with a black tail behind it, 
Margaret dearest."

Margaret then told Kitty how she had really lost her 
virginity and hadn't admitted to it until she 
remembered it just a few minutes ago as she was driving 
and started to cry. "Kitty, I was having an affair with 
an eighteen-year-old sailor back at the base. He was a 
virgin and now he is in love with me. I'm even older 
than his mother."

Margaret continued on with her story of what she 
considered perversion and so unlike the image she had 
maintained all these years and had never cheated on 
Brad until a few weeks ago. Her story included watching 
her twins engage in sex and she now realized her secret 
desire was to have sex with Matt. She would love to 
have been his first and wonder what it would have been 
like to have felt him enter her body when he was only 
fourteen? 

Margaret skipped no details of her sexual escapees, 
including her planned meeting with Tom the night she 
and the others at the OC. Even her planned seduction of 
the young Marine at the main gate of the base was 
included in her narrative.

"Kitty, I have thoroughly enjoyed sex with you. You're 
so childlike compared to my forty-six years. I'm in the 
midst of the menopause and now wonder if it isn't 
making my hormones crazy. The feeling and the passions 
I felt when I climaxed from your love making to me are 
unbelievable. Kitty. I've never got as wet between my 
legs from sexual excitement as I do when you take me 
into oblivion.

"Does this mean I'm a lesbian, Kitty?"

Margaret related how she enjoyed flashing the Marine 
and a couple of other young boys at the mall. She 
couldn't consider being so openly blatant with an older 
man who'd find her conduct either offensively or a 
direct invitation for sex and make contact for just 
that, sex. "Does this mean I'm a pedophile, Kitty?"

"Kitty, that's about all I can remember, but I needed 
to tell you. Now tell me how selfish and two-faced I am 
for concealing my aberrant and perverted sexual acts 
from you and passing unfair judgment on you and the 
other wives at the base."

Reaching across the table, Kitty took her friend's hand 
in hers and gently held it as she spoke in reply to 
Margaret's many comments and confessions, "No, 
Margaret, you're honest but a very private individual. 
I'm so happy to be considered your friend that you 
trust so explicitly you'd share your thought and 
feeling with."

"Look, were in no hurry and I saw an antique store just 
a little way down the road as we pulled into this truck 
stop. Lets go walk around and then check into the motel 
next door and leave off driving for the day. Both of us 
have emotional baggage that needs a few more days of 
being together will cure our grief and besides you're a 
sexy gal, Miss Kitty. The menopause or not!"

Walking through the antique store Margaret found an 
African burial face mask that evidently the store owner 
must believe was only a reproduction. The price was 
only $35.00 but Margaret told Kitty, "This is worth, at 
the least a couple thousand of dollars."

Studying the mask, Margaret pointed out that this mask 
is likely from the early 1800's and appears to be from 
the Punu people of Gabon. A black mask like this 
represents the spirit of the dead and were often worn 
during funerals and explained she couldn't be certain 
of what she believed about the mask, it had all the 
appearances of being what she thought. Besides it goes 
with my other items of African art.

After finishing their tour of the store, Margaret paid 
for the mask. Kitty suggested they head across the road 
and check into the motel and call it a day. Margaret 
was feeling a sexual tension that she knew she wished 
to have finalized and agreed with her friend's 
suggestion.

Taking Kitty's suggestion to heart, Margaret pulled 
into the motel lot next to the truck stop but they 
decided there was too much noise from the semis. They 
drove to one across the interstate and checked in and 
they took a bath together.

"Kitty let me love you now." With that they walked into 
the room and lay on the one bed. Margaret begins 
exploring each inch of her consort's body. Her eyes 
lead the way of her lips and tongue as she reached her 
Kitty's breast. Licking and sucking each breast but 
ignoring the nipples until she could see they were hard 
from her saliva being cooled from the air conditioner 
in the room. 

Margaret was fascinated with how they became erect like 
a minuscule penis and became puckered and drawn up 
tightly. Then her mouth closed more than first one and 
them the other as she suckled them and imagined they 
were lactating.

Licking and kissing her way to Kitty's toes and the 
soles of her feet, Margaret sucked her small appendages 
of her friend's feet. She would run her tongue between 
each digit as she sucked then gently and with a deep 
warmth of care.

Her mouth moved up to the small opening between the 
exquisite thighs of her passive lover. Her eyes gazed 
at the small sex and it seemed so smooth without a 
trace of hair to adorn her female entrance of Hymens 
Temple. Softly she blew her warm breath against Kitty's 
vulva and watched her small indentation open like a 
tiny flower.

 The smooth lines of her sex seemed so odd to her 
without the puffy mons and labia that normally adorns a 
woman's sex. When it opened and the inner tiny flap 
like lips showed they were guarding her entrance of 
love, Margaret kissed it kindness. Her tongue moved to 
taste her friend and then to move within her depths as 
far as she could reach with her tongue.

Almost immediately, Margaret found her friend was 
becoming excited and her female juices were being to 
flow. Kitty moaned out as she felt her Margaret taking 
her wetness onto her tongue and drinking it into her 
mouth. Margaret loved feeling Kitty's hips began the 
play of desire as they moved up and down in the need of 
sexual contact.

Margaret wanted to do something for her friend, that 
she had only experienced once before in her life and 
that was from Anna. Moving Kitty around she placed her 
on her stomach and then begin to kiss her back and down 
her legs and back to her hips. Using her hands she 
lightly gripped each of Kitty's small rounded hips and 
spread them apart. 

She looked at the puckered entrance before her and 
slowly placed the tip of her tongue against it and 
licked gently. Continuing with her oral caress until 
she could feel its natural tightness relax, and 
Margaret's tongue tip, entered slightly within the 
tight anal opening.

The feeling of Margaret licking and kissing her all 
over and the play on her nipples and between her legs 
had created desire to climax, was beyond any Kitty had 
ever felt. Now she believed Margaret had given her the 
ultimate sexual stimulation. Kitty had watched a few of 
the women in the group perform such erotic acts with 
the men at the sex parties. She had always considered 
it abhorrent and disgusting. 

Now Margaret was giving her a rim job. Kitty felt her 
climax ready to heave her body in the strongest orgasm 
she would likely ever have. When Margaret begin to push 
her tongue tip as deep as possible into her rear 
opening, Kitty's body became tense. Kitty released her 
climax and her hips rose at least a foot up form the 
bed.

Kitty sobbed out, "Margaret, oh Margaret, I'm coming! 
God, I'm coming so hard. God, Margaret, it's 
incredible." With that, Margaret felt Kitty shudder as 
the climax overtook her and she at last lay still, 
Margaret moved up alongside her friend and went to 
sleep.

The next day as they were driving North on I-75, a 
speeding 18 wheel fuel tanker control lost control, 
crossed the center medium, and crashed head-on into a 
red corvette with two women. The tanker caught on fire 
and the heat from the burning tanker full of gasoline, 
melted the fiberglass cab of the Freightliner and the 
corvette with the two women.

The corvette had been dragged for several hundred feet 
under the tractor-trailer and from all indications the 
two women's heads had been torn off from the impact of 
the wreck. Identification of the female driver and her 
passenger took a few days to complete.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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