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The Making Of A Fighter Pilot's Whore
by Muff Diver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)
***
An Air Force fighter Pilot's wife begins her adult life
as a very conventional typical house wife and home
maker and is transformed into a sophisticated high
class and very epensive whore with the approval and
eager collaboration of her husband. (MMF, bi, inc, 1st,
swing, military)
***
Chapter 1 Prologue: Veronica, the Whore and My Wife
I'm sitting here in my car parked in front of the
entrance to the Springfield Hilton in Fairfax, Virginia
at 7:00am on Sunday morning waiting for a cell phone
call from my wife, Lydia, as I write this account on my
laptop. She had an all-night consulting engagement with
a client that started yesterday afternoon and I'm
waiting for her to tell me that she is finished with
her work and is ready for me to take her home.
She asked me to be here at 7 am because she says her
client has to leave early this morning but she is not
sure exactly when or whether he will want to use her
services some more before he leaves. So I'm watching
the entrance to the hotel for the airline shuttle to
pick up any airline pilots and other crewmembers
because that will mean that Lydia's engagement is
probably over and I will be getting the call very soon.
Her client is an airline pilot who she has consulted
with several times before.
This particular engagement started when Lydia and I
were relaxing in our bathing suits after lunch on a
lazy summer Saturday afternoon on lounge chairs around
our backyard pool browsing through travel magazines
trying to decide where we would go on our fall
vacation. She had gotten in pretty late about 2 am the
previous night after a pretty active five hour
engagement with a client and was enjoying the warm sun
on her bare tits when her cell phone rang. She picked
it up and answered,
"This is Veronica. How may I help you? Oh hi Steve. How
are you? Nice of you to call. It's been at least a
couple of months hasn't it? Tonight? Well yes, as a
matter of fact I am free. I'm always free for you Steve
honey. What were you thinking about? Will you need just
a few hours, or do you want me for an all-nighter? An
early dinner at five sounds fine. Where shall I meet
you? Okay, the bar at the Springfield Hilton. I'll be
there at five, and Steve, I'm so glad you called baby.
The other day I was thinking about our last time
together. It was fantastic for me and I was hoping you
would call again soon. We're going to have a really
good time tonight honey Me too baby. See you at five."
(Lydia's business moniker is 'Veronica'. That's why she
answered her cell phone as Veronica. The only people
she gives her cell phone number to is her clients. So
when it rings, she knows that it's probably a client
calling to make an appointment for her personal
consulting services.)
Lydia hung up her phone and looked at me with a big
smile and said,
"That was Steve Foster honey. Remember, he's the
airline pilot that I met that night at the bar of the
Airport Hilton when I had the layover in Chicago. I
spent the night with him and gave him a 50% discount on
our regular all-nighter fee because it was just a
chance meeting and not a regular engagement by
appointment. He really appreciated that and said that
our customer relations program is the best he has ever
seen. Anyway, he just got in this morning and has a
layover for a flight that he will be taking to Europe
tomorrow, and he wants to layover on me."
Lydia giggled at her little layover joke while I said,
"Sweetheart, if I were you I would stick to what you
know how to do best and that's being the best damn
fucking whore in the world baby, because you would
never make it as a comedienne."
Lydia made a face at me and said, "Oh pooh on you
darling. You're just an old grumpy, dickhead stick in
the mud this morning aren't you?" I gave her a blank
stare and she giggled again and said, "Come on, don't
you get it? Dickhead? stick? stick in the mud? I didn't
change my expression and she said, "Oh forget it
grumpy, you're just not any fun today are you? But
you're right about one thing honey. I sure am the best
damn fucking whore in the world. No one can fuck and
suck like I can."
"Anyway, Steve wants me for an all-nighter. He wants me
early tonight because he has to report to flight
operations for his flight to Europe at 9 am in the
morning. I'm so glad he called. So far he has provided
me with fifteen very good referrals with other airline
pilots and those are the very best kind of clients.
Besides he's really a nice guy and an easy man to
please. So I'm sure this will be a fun night."
I said, "Well I certainly agree that airline pilots are
a cut above the rest of the average male population.
Most of them are former military pilots and officers
and know how to properly treat a lady. I feel better
about your safety when you're with some one like that.
But why is he so easy to please?"
Lydia responded, "Well he really doesn't go in for any
real far out kinky stuff like pissing all over my pussy
and inside my cunt before eating and sucking out my
cunt like that Doctor Rathburn always wants to do. And
he doesn't go in for any anal stuff either like fucking
me in my ass and having me lick and suck his ass like
some of my clients want me to do, or sucking their
cocks to clean them off after they have been ass
fucking me. In fact, now that I think about it, I have
had three regular dates besides that first night in
Chicago so far with Steve including one other all-
nighter and he has never even sucked out my cunt yet.
All he will do between my legs is to use his tongue
once in a while to lightly lick my clit. His real focus
is fucking me while I talk dirty to him, licking and
sucking my tits, and having me suck his cock and eat
his cum. He really likes it when I talk dirty to him
and tell him how much I love the taste of his cum and
beg him to fill my mouth with his cock sauce so I can
roll it around on my tongue and feel it slide down my
throat.
That is guaranteed to make him empty his balls with
many multiple shots of cum when he blows his wad. But
he's also got really outstanding staying and recovery
power. It really is amazing how he always has a load of
cum to deliver every time he fucks me or I suck him
off.
It seems like his cum sac is never empty, so I'll
probably get fucked at least half a dozen times and
give him at least that many blow jobs before the night
is over. He really does love the way I suck his cock,
but what really drives him crazy is when I open my
mouth with it full of his cum and let him watch all of
his delicious cock sauce slide down my throat.
That kind of gig is pretty easy to handle and always a
lot of fun for me too because he's a real gentleman who
always tries to make sure I get to have an orgasm too
whenever he fucks me. Most of my clients are not always
that considerate. Also his cum is some of the best
tasting cock sauce that I've ever had- except for
yours, of course, sweetie. So this should be a real fun
night."
I said, "Oh yeah, now I remember. He was a former air
force pilot wasn't he? I'll never forget when you got
home from that trip and were telling me all about the
fucking and sucking you two did. You were so animated
and happy, that for a while I was scared that you were
going to dump me as your business manager and pimp and
leave me for him."
I paused for a few seconds thinking, and then laughed
as I continued, "But then I knew I didn't have anything
to worry about when I realized that he must have been a
bomber or transport guy when he was in the air force
because I can tell you for sure that there is no way in
hell he could ever have been a fighter pilot."
Lydia laughed, "Now just how in the fuck do you think
you know that you smart ass?"
I smirked, "Because honey, you told me that he wouldn't
eat your pussy or suck out all your cunt juices, and
don't you know by now that no self-respecting real
fighter pilot would ever turn down a chance to eat a
pussy and suck a cunt, especially a five star cunt like
yours that produces the best tasting pure cunt juice to
be found anywhere on the planet. And it's even better
when it's mixed up with a big load of fresh cock sauce.
Trust me baby, a real fighter pilot would bury his face
in a cunt like yours and never come up for air. But
maybe we can salvage Steve's reputation for him. Do you
think he would go for a three way?"
Lydia said, "I'm sorry baby. I know how badly you like
to watch and beat your meat when my clients fuck me and
I suck their cocks and swallow their cum, but I have
already tried to interest Steve in the idea and he has
turned me down flat. He's just not into any kind of
kinky sex and I really don't want to push this issue
with him sweetie. He's been really good for our
business by referring those other airline pilots to me
and I want to keep him happy so he will keep sending us
clients like that. That's why I give him a $150
discount on an all-nighter.
Those airline gigs are real bargains for the pilots
because they put all the expenses for the hotel room,
dinner, drinks, taxis, and other incidentals on the
airline company credit card, which makes me a very nice
bargain for them. It's like getting a $300-$500
discount on what it would cost them for my services if
they had to buy me on their own. One of them told me
that he stopped using his regular whore in the city
where he lives and just waits until he has a layover
here, which is usually no less than two or three times
a month.
So far almost every engagement with all of them, except
two or three when the client was on a short turn
around, have been all-nighters. From our perspective,
we make a lot more money from all-nighters than we do
from trying to knock off two or three two hour gigs a
night. And I also like them because I only have to
bathe, douche, perfume my pussy and cunt, dress and do
makeup once instead of two or three times. So I really
want to build up our client list of airline pilots and
Steve has been a real help in doing that so far. If we
can get that list up to somewhere around 25 to 30 names
as a minimum, then we can stop selling me for two-hour
engagements.
But listen honey, I have a five-hour date from 6 pm to
11 next Wednesday night with that attorney from the
Department of Justice with the pencil thin five-inch
dick. He's such a wimp with a real bad case of low
self-esteem that I know he would love to let you watch
him fuck me, especially after I tell him you're my weak
dick husband with a puny little prick who can't satisfy
me, and that's why I'm a whore because it's the only
way I can find enough real men with powerful cocks to
fuck me.
I'll sweeten the pot by offering him a $100 discount
for letting you watch him possess me. He will jump at
that baby because he will love to believe that he is
humiliating you by fucking your woman and it will make
him feel like a real macho man stud. How does that
sound baby? You could probably get away with taking
some pictures of me sucking his cock and my face
covered in cum. He's such a weak pussy, that he would
be afraid to object, especially if we promise to keep
his face out of any of the pictures."
I said, "That sounds really great. But you know honey,
now that the kids are out of the house at boarding
school and college, we could begin to consider bringing
some of your clients over to the house, especially
those that would be open to some three way fun. What do
you think?" (Our son Joey had just started his freshman
year at college, and Chrissie was at a fine expensive
finishing school for young ladies for her last two
years of high school at a very exclusive girl's school
in downstate Virginia.)
She said, "I've been thinking about it too dear and I
think it's a good idea but we need to be very careful
sweetheart. Right now none of my clients knows my real
name, or where I live, or how to contact me except
through my cell phone. But don't worry, I have a couple
of men in mind that I know would love to do a three way
that I think might be trustworthy enough to respect our
privacy. I need to have a few more dates with them to
be absolutely sure before taking that step. But here's
something else to think about along those lines.
Another option that we might consider is taking a
separate small one bedroom or efficiency apartment to
have a place for three ways and other gang-bang type
parties. You know three of the other airline guys that
Steve recommended frequently fly together as a crew,
and two of them have already suggested that it would be
fun to have a party where I could service all three of
them at the same time whenever they are in town for a
layover on one of their overseas trips.
You know, one dick in my cunt, the second dick in my
ass, and the third dick in my mouth. And with you in
the mix beating your meat and spraying your cum all
over my tits, it would be like pulling a train. A small
train I admit, but the three ways that I have had with
you is the most I have ever done at the same time and I
think I would like to try pulling a train. It sounds
like fun and it's one of my fantasies. Oooohhhh, just
thinking about is making my cunt wet with excitement.
You know honey, when Erotica reestablished her business
and included us in her engagements requiring multiple
consultants, our annual revenues jumped by 300% so that
we cleared $665,000 in tax free bucks last year and
business has been continuing to pick up pretty good
lately, so we could certainly afford the investment.
Also, we wouldn't have to worry about all the problems
we've had in the past finding ways to keep the kids
from finding out I'm a whore whenever they come home
for holidays and summer breaks. It's something to think
about.
Anyway sweetie, don't worry. I'm working on getting you
into the room with me more often than the two or three
times a month that we have been able to manage up to
now so you can get your rocks off watching me fuck our
clients and suck their cocks, and eat their loads of
cum, and I might just surprise you sooner than you
think."
All that sounded really exciting to me, so I said, "God
honey. That sounds exciting to me. I would love to
watch you pull a train just as long as I get to be the
caboose. I'll start tonight while you're fucking Steve
to work out a business plan with financial projections
and everything. But you know best honey, and I'll leave
all the decisions in your very capable hands. But can
we work out the details later?
Right now, all this talk about your five star cunt, and
you pulling a train, has got me big time turned on and
all I want to do now is to have you suck my cock and
tell me how much you love the taste of my cum and beg
me to fill your mouth with my hot cock sauce, and then
fuck your brains out and suck up all your tasty cunt
juice. So let's hit the sack babe!"
Lydia chuckled and said, "So not so grumpy anymore,
huh? And spoken like a real sweet talking fighter pilot
alright," as she reached down to pull my eight inch
stiff cock out of my shorts to lead me into the bedroom
by my cock and continued saying, "I have a couple of
hours before I need to take my bath and douche, shave,
and perfume my cunt, and dress for my date with Steve.
So if you think you're going to fuck my brains out,
you're going to have to work fast baby because I'm
going to suck your cock and balls so dry of cum that it
will take you two days to work up another hard on. I
think I need the extra practice anyway, because tonight
I'm determined to empty Steve's cum sac for him and
make him cry uncle. If I expect to retain my title as
the best fucking whore in the whole world, then I'm
going to have to earn it."
Chapter 2: A Professional Whore's Primer
Well if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm an ex-
air force fighter pilot and I've been retired from
active duty for about three years now, and my wife,
Lydia, is... I guess there is no other way to say it...
a whore. But let me be clear. Lydia isn't just some
common street whore who takes any thing that comes
along and gives a lot of blow jobs in alleys or the
front seat of her john's cars for $25 a suck.
She is a very upscale kind of whore who only fucks and
sucks men by appointment, and only after she has had an
opportunity to meet them in a public social type
setting, like for lunch, or maybe an afternoon at a
museum, with no sex involved to get to know them before
deciding whether or not she will accept them as a
client, for our 'full service professional sex
consulting' business as she likes to describe what our
business is all about.
The rates for her time are $250 an hour for the first
two hours and $150 an hour for every hour over two up
to five hours and $100 an hour from six to eight hours.
There is a two-hour minimum for all of her engagements
because Lydia says it is not possible to deliver really
top quality services in less than two hours and she
refuses to relax her standards for providing the best
quality services that completely delight and satisfy
her clients.
She maintains that all customers deserve, at a minimum,
at least four great orgasms to include at least one
good cum swallowing blow-job for the prices they pay
for using her cunt, mouth and ass. Anything over eight
hours up to 24 hours is considered an all-nighter and
costs a flat $1500, but the client must include dinner
as part of the engagement. Anything over 24 hours such
as a week-end is negotiated on a case by case basis.
All fees must be paid up front at the beginning of an
engagement before any consulting services can be
provided. All new clients must pay their fees in cash
in a public place such as a hotel bar or lobby, or
other such venue at the beginning of each engagement.
Our procedure for new clients is for me to escort Lydia
to meet her date and he gives me an envelope with the
cash and I leave.
The clients never know who I am and probably assume I
am her pimp, which I guess I am, now that I think about
it. When the engagement is over I pick her up and take
her home (and usually fuck her again and eat out her
cunt). Once Lydia has had several engagements with a
client and is satisfied that he is an honest, safe and
trustworthy john, we drop the need for me to escort
her, but fees still have to be paid up front.
All clients understand that they are buying her time
and not sex. However, if they want sex, that's what
"full service" means and Lydia happily gives them as
much fucking and sucking as they can stand. If they buy
5 hours of her time and want to spend all of it in bed
fucking her and having her suck their cocks, then
that's what they will get. The clock starts when they
fork over the cash.
Of course most of her engagements are focused on
fucking and cock sucking almost exclusively, but not
always. Occasionally a client only wants her as his
date as beautiful, sexy eye candy adorning his arm at
some occasion such as a business conference or maybe a
concert, or some other such occasion.
Last month the CEO of a big company bought her time to
be his woman for a weekend at a posh resort in North
Carolina where he was having an off-site business
meeting of his company's top executives. Everyone was
there without their wives. But most of them had "paid
for women" to keep them company at night, alias whores
of one type or another, as in either professional
whores, mistresses, or wannabe mistresses auditioning
to become full time mistresses.
But when Lydia negotiated the weekend engagement for
$4000 with all expenses paid, the CEO made it clear
that she would not have to provide any sexual services.
Lydia thought that was a little strange, but then
thought, well maybe he's gay. But when they went to bed
that first night, Lydia discovered that the poor guy
couldn't have an erection.
He had to have his prostate removed for cancer a couple
of years before, and that, together with the medication
he had to take, made him unable to have an erection.
But she said he really was a very nice man that looked
to be in his late 40s and she felt so sorry for his
predicament that she went ahead and tried to fuck him
anyway, but with out success.
She said his dick was so limp that when she tried to
stuff it into her cunt, that it was like trying to push
a rope of toothpaste back into the tube. But she was
determined to make this guy have an orgasm so she
started to suck on his cock.
His dick was not circumcised and it was about 6-1/2
inches long in its completely limp state. Lydia guessed
that it must have been at least a 9 inch monster hard
on when he had been able to get one up and she was
sorry she missed it. She would have loved to have had
it in her cunt.
She said that sucking that limp dick was a really novel
and fun experience. She said she has wrapped her lips
around many a limp dick before, but they quickly become
hard rods within 10 or 15 seconds. But in this case it
just stayed completely limp in her mouth the entire
time she sucked him and she had a great time using her
tongue to push back the foreskin, sucking and nibbling
on the whole thing as it wriggled around in her mouth
like a live worm. She said it took about 45 minutes but
he finally had an orgasm and oozed out about a thimble
full of cum into her mouth. By the time the weekend was
over she managed to make him cum like that in her mouth
four times.
He told her that was the first orgasm he had had since
his operation and that he tried beating off before, but
it's just impossible to beat off a completely limp
dick. He then tried using paid whores and had used a
number of other escorts in the past, but all of them
gave up when they saw how soft and limp his dick was
and none of them even tried to make the kind of effort
that Lydia did to help him satisfy his needs.
The poor guy was so grateful, that he gave her a $2000
bonus, and said that he wished his bitch of a wife
would be so considerate as to suck his limp dick like
that. But after he had his operation, his wife went out
and found herself a gigolo that she could cock suck for
fresh cum to eat and then have her cunt and ass fucked
and filled with her gigolo's hot cum.
That was a cool $6000 for a weekend of her time. We
expect to have many very profitable return engagements
with that particular client. Lydia said the money was
great, but she took greater pleasure and pride in far
exceeding the client's expectations in providing the
kind of services that left him so delighted and
grateful. She said that's the difference between a
common slut street whore and her kind of whore- taking
pride in delivering outstanding professional services
that completely satisfy and exceed a client's
expectations. That's why she doesn't like to refer to
herself as just a whore.
But don't misunderstand me, Lydia knows she's a whore,
and the label doesn't bother her at all. She enjoys
being a whore and takes pride in her skills at pleasing
men and giving them best value sexual services for the
prices she charges. But she thinks the term 'whore' is
not discriminating enough and does not fully account
for the type of whore she is, so she prefers to refer
to herself as a 'full service professional sex
consultant' whenever she is forced to describe what she
does.
She works hard to be the best at almost every kind of
sex act that a client might want and visits her health
club spa and gym three or four times a week to keep her
body in top physical condition and trim. She gets all
of those free too because she gives the manager a free
blow-job in his office which only takes 10 or 15
minutes of her time before she leaves after each work-
out.
There are only a few things she will not do with a
client. She will not drink a client's piss or allow
anyone to piss in her mouth. Ass fucking is ok, but she
will not suck off a client's dick that has been in her
ass and is still covered with ass grease or shit. He
has to wash it off first. And she will not have
anything to do with any form of scat or stick her
tongue up into an ass hole. But she will lick and suck
on the outside of a client's ass hole provided it is
clean. Everything else is ok.
Chapter 3: Air Force Squadron Life
Lydia hasn't always been a whore. For a good part of
our married life she was the quintessential air force
officer's wife raising our two children and keeping our
home while I pursued my career as a fighter pilot. Why
and how she became a whore is probably more my fault
than anyone else's, although it was never my intention
to turn her into a whore. It just kind of worked out
that way. That story is kind of interesting in itself
and this might be a good time to take a time out to
tell it.
When I married Lydia she was a stunningly beautiful,
bubbly, fun loving, sort of happy-go-lucky 20 year old
auburn haired young woman with a perfectly proportioned
38c-24-36, 5' 10", 115 pound athletic body sitting on a
pair of long slim legs that were crowned at the top by
a delectable, slightly protruding, and inviting pussy
mound nestled in a trim bush of soft light brown pubic
hair. Her tits were firm pear shaped mounds of creamy
flesh with upturned tips of large, light brown, dimply
areoles with taut nipples poking saucily up at a 45
degree angle that begged to be sucked. She had the kind
of body that would stop a Mack truck dead in its
tracks.
Today, after 22 years and two children her body is
still as taught and enticing as it ever was. She is
only about 3 pounds heavier but it's all in the right
places. The biggest change is in the way she carries
herself now with a dignity, poise and sophistication
that reflects such a degree of quiet maturity and self
confidence that she exudes a powerful aura of electric
sensuality that only comes from the certain knowledge
that she knows she is a stunningly beautiful and
sexually desirable woman and that she could have any
man she wanted.
I have had men tell me that when they are with her at
dinner or just having drinks together and talking, that
she has a way of moving with such a slow, sensuous,
languid grace such as whenever she would take a sip of
her drink, or raise her fork to eat something, or just
adjust her hair while giving them her complete
undivided attention with such a quiet intensity and
interest in them, that it made them feel like she was
imagining that she was sucking their cocks or fucking
them and that was so erotic that it drove them crazy
with lust for her body.
Lydia and I were married immediately out of college and
I entered the Air Force as a brand new second
lieutenant and started pilot training to get my wings.
The first 7 or 8 years of my air force career were
pretty standard with nothing remarkable to talk about.
I got my wings and was assigned to a squadron and Lydia
and I began our life in the air force together.
It was a great life. Being part of a squadron was just
like being part of a big family or more precisely, a
clan. We did everything together. The guys flew
together, training and honing our combat skills, and
itching to use them for real. We were a bunch of young,
hard charging, aggressive, studs with egos so big that
we each thought we were the best damn fighter pilot in
the world. You had to be that way in our business. We
had a saying: In the fighter business winning is the
only thing; second place is dead. If you didn't believe
in your self and have supreme confidence in your
ability to win a fight to the death in the air, then
you would probably end up dead in the end anyway.
We flew hard, partied hard, drank hard, and chased
women hard, (but never around our home base; I mean we
may have been blinded by our super egos at times, but
we weren't stupid. The rule was, 'Never chase cunt
around your own flag pole'.)
Our wives were all beautiful, sexy women, but Lydia was
in a class by herself, a goddess queen among
princesses. There was something about being a fighter
pilot that just attracted beautiful women. I never saw
a fighter pilot's wife that didn't turn me on enough to
make me lust after her body secretly wishing that I
could fuck her, but poaching on a squadron mate's wife
was not done. Wives from outside the squadron were fair
game, but never one of your own squadron wives.
A fighter pilots wife partied with him, had his babies,
kept his home for him, cheered him on when he was up,
mothered him when he was down, and fucked his brains
out and sucked his dick when we was horny- which was
most of the time. When he deployed away from home, she
managed the homestead for him and kept the home fires
burning hot until he returned. In short, she was always
there for him when he needed her.
That was the unwritten code among us. We didn't mess
around with each other's wives. And that applied
equally to the women as well as the guys. A fighter
pilot who knew and tolerated that his wife was cheating
and sleeping around on him was looked down on and
ostracized and shunned by the rest of his squadron
mates as a weak dick wimp, not worthy of their trust
and comradeship and especially not worthy of the title,
fighter pilot.
And likewise, wives that were known to sleep around
behind their husband's back were shunned and ostracized
by the rest of the wives in the squadron who did
everything to make life miserable for them. Cheating
wives were gossiped about and treated by all the other
women of the squadron and air base as sluts and whores
and became fair targets for anybody looking for a
strange piece of ass. Real men and fighter pilots
didn't tolerate cheating wives. They divorced them and
kicked them out.
Lydia was, and today, she is again, that kind of true
blue fighter pilot's woman and wife to me. I guess that
sort of implies that there was a time when she wasn't,
and that is indeed the case. But it wasn't Lydia's
fault. It was mine.
I had just returned from 15 months in Vietnam with 240
combat missions in A-1 Skyraiders under my belt and was
assigned to a squadron with a bunch of guys that I
already knew from having been in squadrons with them on
previous assignments. About 75 percent of the pilots in
the squadron were all recent Vietnam veterans. One of
them was Norm Sanders, my best friend in the air force.
Norm and I had been squadron mates in two other
squadrons previous to our tours in Vietnam. Norm flew
F-4s in the war about the same time I was flying A-1s.
We were all a bunch of real cocky, self-confident
fighter pilots who had actually experienced war, seen
the face of death, and spit in its face.
There is nothing more powerful for the ego and self-
confidence than to face your fears and conquer them.
All of us, as we left the states for the war, if we
were honest with ourselves, had a silent gnawing fear
in the pit of our stomachs that we might not have the
necessary courage to face death in the air and do the
jobs we were trained to do. I know I did. And I will
never forget the first time that I was bracketed by a
nest of 16.7mm ZPUs on a Sandy rescue mission and the
tracers were flying all around my cockpit and hitting
the wings and fuselage of my A-1.
As I flew out of range of that hail of gunfire, I
remember thinking to myself how amazing and remarkable
it was that I didn't feel afraid. Instead I was angry,
really pissed off that those gunners had the audacity
to challenge me. The hits I took didn't even register
at the time. But I knew that the Jolly Greens would not
have a chance flying through that intense flak to reach
the survivor on the ground, so I immediately came back
around on another hot pass right into the teeth of
those guns and laid down two seven tube canisters of
CBUs all over that nest and took out all three guns and
their gun crews.
I have never used drugs of any kind to get high, and it
is inconceivable to me that any drug could create the
kind of soaring high I experienced on that mission
created by the massive rush of adrenaline that coursed
all through my body. It was the most intoxicating and
exhilarating feeling I have ever had.
But the point of that little vignette about the war is
just to emphasize that we had all been blooded, each in
our own ways and passed the test, and were full of
ourselves with confidence and arrogant pride in being
fighter pilots. We flew hard against each other in
training and we partied hard on the weekends.
A typical week consisted of flying combat training
missions twice a day on Monday through Friday and then
hitting the Officers Club on Friday night with our
women for some wild drinking, dancing, games, and just
all around hard partying. On Saturday night someone in
the squadron was always having a house party, so we
would party some more until the wee hours of the
morning.
Sunday we took the wife and kids to church and
recovered during the afternoon to begin the cycle all
over again on Monday morning. It was such a great life
that one of our favorite sayings was, "I can't believe
that I'm getting paid to do this."
Chapter 4 A Wife's Betrayal and Friendship Lost
The event that changed things dramatically for both
Lydia and I, occurred one Saturday night about two
years after I had returned from the war. The usual
Saturday night squadron house party was at our house,
and it had been one wild night with at least two thirds
of the squadron showing up for some heavy drinking,
wild dancing, flirting, bragging, and just overall
rowdy, inappropriate, and socially unacceptable
behavior.
Like all on base housing we had a small three bedroom
duplex apartment type unit which was just big enough
for Lydia and I and our 7-1/2 year old son, Joey, and
our 4-1/2 year old daughter, Chrissie. Our neighbors in
the other apartment of our duplex unit were Capt Tom
Parsons and his wife Frieda. We had single beds in both
our daughter and son's rooms in addition to their own
two beds to accommodate visitors whenever we had them.
Lydia had arranged for our son to spend the night with
one of our neighbors during our party, but our daughter
was asleep in her bed. I'm pretty certain that at least
five for sure, and maybe as many as eight of my buddies
and their wives took advantage of the two beds during
the evening at various times to knock off a little
fucking and sucking. But by 2 am in the morning
everyone had pretty much called it a night. There was
only me, Lydia and Norm Sanders left and we were all
three pretty wasted. It had been a hell of a great
party and Lydia was drunker than I had ever seen her
get before. And I was pretty damned near catatonic.
Norm was there alone with us because his wife, Beth,
was feeling bad earlier in the evening and left early
for home leaving Norm stranded without a car.
We were sitting in the dark in a triangle in the middle
of the living room floor on the carpet with only a
candle burning in a dish in the middle of our triangle
for light. We were swigging down tequila shooters,
telling dirty jokes, and talking about the crazy things
that had happened that night during the party. We were
so wasted I don't even remember most of what we did or
talked about.
But I do remember Lydia laughing about all the noise
Jan Sparks had made when her husband, Bob, took her in
to our son's room around midnight to fuck her. Jan had
a massive orgasm because everyone in the house heard
her screaming, "Oh my god, I'm cumming, fuck me harder
baby, pound that hard cock into my cunt, Aaahhhh... I
can feel your hot jism filling me up... don't stop
lover... I'm CUMMING! OH GOD AM I'M CUMMING!"
When they finally came out of the bedroom everyone in
the house was waiting for them and we all broke out in
a spontaneous round of applause. Jan had a big
satisfied smile on her face and was sensuously licking
her lips as she acknowledged the applause, and Bob was
taking bows right and left as he announced to all, "I'm
available by appointment only ladies. Sign up now for
the best times. Early cums are always better than
later."
Everyone was laughing at his joke and some of the wives
ran up to him saying things like, 'Sign me up lover, my
cunt is itching and I want one of the first available
appointments.'
All of us were wasted out of our minds and Lydia and I
heard one of the wives that were standing behind us say
to another wife, "God I'm horny. I sure would like to
have a taste of Bob's cock and cum and then have him
stuff it deep in my cunt. If he can make that uptight
Jan come like that, he must be one super cocksman."
The other wife answered, "Me too Betty. I too would
love to suck his dick and have him ram it in my cunt,
but if I did and Pete caught me, or found about it, he
would kick my ass from here to Sunday and throw me out
of the house for good with a divorce. But I don't
intend to become one of those pitiful, slutty, divorced
fighter jocks' ex-wives hanging around the O Club bar
on Friday nights hoping to snag some unsuspecting
fighter pilot cock. So I think I'll just stick to my
fantasies. Pete's prick may not be the biggest in the
world, but he knows how to use it, and when it's not
enough, his hard tongue in my cunt makes up the
difference. I'm not complaining."
She was talking about the sorry ex-wives of fighter
pilots who had been caught cheating on their husbands,
who then kicked them out and divorced them. Every
fighter base O Club always had a few of them hanging
around the bar at the Club desperately trying to latch
on to some fighter jock who would marry her.
They really were pathetic sluts and always good for a
quick piece of ass or a blow-job if a jock couldn't
find anything better. The bachelor's in the squadron
didn't mind though, because they never had to pay for a
whore. O Club bar sluts were always free. No self-
respecting fighter pilot would ever be caught paying
for that kind of slut no matter how horny he was.
I looked at Lydia and could see by her glazed eyes and
quick shallow breathing that she had really been turned
on by Bob and Jan's fucking performance and I whispered
in her ear, "How about you baby? Would you like a taste
of Bob's cock and cum and then fuck his brains out too
like Betty and Cynthia? Lydia looked up at me and said,
"Only if you bought the farm sweetheart. As long as I
have your cock to fuck and suck, I'll never need
another."
("Bought the farm" was an air force idiom for a fighter
pilot crashing and burning to death. It referred to the
early days of flying when brash dare devil pilots would
engage in risky stunts in their flimsy biplanes and end
up crashing into the fields of some farm and killing
themselves. It became known as "buying the farm.")
Months later after a lot of water had passed under the
bridge, I remembered that comment from her and realized
that she had not really said no, that she wouldn't like
to fuck and suck Bob. She qualified her answer by
saying in effect not as long as I was around to satisfy
her. It was the first time she had ever even hinted to
me that she might be even remotely interested in
fucking and sucking another man. But we were so drunk
and having such a good time that I completely missed
the signal. Things might have turned out differently if
I hadn't. But I did miss it, and so we are where we are
today.
Anyway, that was the kind of rollicking good fun we
used to have at our squadron house parties. But,
recalling Bob and Jan's performance started Norm,
Lydia, and I speculating on which of the wives who had
gotten fucked in our house that night was the best lay
based on how much noise they made when their husbands
were fucking them.
We were having a good time drinking and laughing over
which of the wives we thought would make the best piece
of ass, and why we thought that they would or wouldn't,
when Lydia looked down at Norm's crotch and giggled and
said, "Norm, that's looks like a monster hard-on you
have down there. Is all this talk about fucking wives
getting you all hot and bothered? Maybe we ought to
call Beth and tell her to get back over here to put out
that fire in your pants."
Norm said, "I wouldn't bother Lydia. Old Harvey here is
so fucking drunk- Harvey is what Beth calls my cock-
that he is probably going to pass out any minute
anyway. See, he's starting to wilt already," as he
reached into his fly and pulled out his now semi erect
cock that was getting limp and let it hang out of his
fly. I was surprised. But not because he whipped out
his cock and exposed it to Lydia. That's the kind of
thing one would expect from a totally raunchy ass hole
like Norm, but rather I was surprised at how small it
was.
"It couldn't have been more than five inches long and I
doubt that it would have even made a six incher when
completely hard. It surprised me that such a famous
cocksman like Norm would have such a puny little
pecker. Norm continued talking and said, "If you wake
up Beth and get her over here now, and all she gets is
this limp dick, she's gonna be so pissed that I won't
get any pussy for at least eight hours, and she will
make me suck out her smelly cunt, and that's cruel and
unusual punishment. Now someone pass the tequila."
I passed him the tequila and said, "Well I got to take
a giant piss so don't you two go anywhere, and Lydia
you keep your hands off of Harvey while I'm gone, do
you hear?"
And she said, "Go take your piss baby before you pee
all over the floor. And don't worry honey. Your cock is
the only one I want to hold in my hand. Besides, why
would I want to hold a limp dick anyway. You can't do
anything with a limp dick, so what's the point!" Then
she laughed at her little joke and said, "Get it?...
point?...limp dick?...A limp dick has a flat soft
squishy head and not a point! So where's the point, or
I mean what's the point? Oh shit, I don't know what the
fuck I mean and you guys are too stoned anyway." And
she took another swig of tequila.
I struggled to my feet and staggered out of the living
room down the hall to the bathroom and just barely made
it to the toilet and must have stood there for two
minutes peeing a steady stream of piss. I was so drunk
that I had to hold on to the towel rack with both hands
to keep from falling over, so my unrestrained cock was
spraying piss all over and around the toilet hitting
just about everything around the toilet except the
toilet bowl itself.
I remember thinking to myself, 'Dan old boy, what a
disgusting demonstration of target acquisition. You
better get your act together or someone is going to
taxi into your six and stick a heat seeker up your ass
and blow you away before you even know he's there.'
(Days later when I dimly recalled that event, I thought
how ironic it was that, figuratively speaking, that is
exactly what would happen to me before the night was
over). After I finished pissing all over everything but
the toilet bowl, I staggered out to the bathroom door
and paused leaning against the doorjamb.
I could hear Norm and Lydia talking and giggling out in
the living room and I could see our bed in our bedroom
that was right next to the hall bathroom. God, I was so
tired and drunk that I decided in my drunken state that
I would just lay down on the bed for a couple of
minutes to get my second wind before going back out to
join Norm and Lydia on the floor for some more tequila
shooters. That was a big mistake, but in my drunken fog
I didn't realize it.
Well as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like
a light. I don't know how long I had laid there, but
sometime later a squeaking drawer from our dresser in
front of the bed awakened me. I cracked an eye to see
what was going on and I could see Lydia standing over
the dresser with no bra on and the nipples on her tits
standing up big and hard. She was only wearing panties
and she was frantically rummaging through her lingerie
drawer. I was still pretty blown away and I remember
thinking to myself, 'Why are her nipples so hard and
why is she only wearing panties? I wonder what happened
to her bra, blouse and skirt?'
Then she found what she was looking for and brought out
this very sexy Victoria Secret set of sheer see through
black bikini bottoms and bra top edged in fur that I
had bought her about five years previous as a romantic
gift when I returned from one of my deployments. She
hadn't worn them in over four years. She quickly ripped
off her regular cotton panties and began to put the
sheer set on. I thought to myself, 'Oh boy, that's why
her nipples are so hard. She's going to fuck me and it
has her all turned on thinking about it. I'm going to
get fucked! I'll just lay here pretending to be asleep
and let her wake me up and get my cock hard. Maybe she
will suck it off for me.'
I lay there peeking through the tiniest slit in one
eye, expecting her to crawl into bed with me and start
working on my cock, when she turned around and took a
good look at me for about ten seconds, and then turned
away and tiptoed out of the bedroom. I thought to
myself that was strange, then I thought, 'Oh she's
probably going into the bathroom to piss, freshen up,
and perfume her cunt before climbing into bed.' So I
quickly slipped my trousers off and threw them on the
floor by the bed and laid there in my shorts to make it
easy for her to get to my cock when she returned, and I
waited, and waited, and after about five minutes I
began to wonder what the hell was going on. It doesn't
take that long to piss and perfume a cunt.
I crawled out of bed. The whole house was dark. I
looked first in the bathroom and no Lydia. I went down
the hall and checked out the kitchen, dining room,
living room and still no Lydia. Then I thought well
maybe she was so drunk that she stumbled into my son's
room by mistake and crawled into the bed in that room
and fell asleep. So I crept back down the hall toward
my son's room when I heard a muffled noise coming from
my daughter's bedroom and noticed that the door, which
had been closed, was now partially open.
I crept down to the doorway and peeked in thinking that
Lydia was checking up on our daughter in her bed.
Moonlight was streaming in from the bedroom window and
I could clearly see the Victoria Secret lingerie on the
floor. Then I looked over at the bed against the far
wall opposite my daughter's crib and saw Norm on top of
Lydia. She had her legs wrapped around his buns with
her head thrown back and moaning with closed eyes as
Norm was pumping his cock in and out of her cunt.
My God I thought, Norm was fucking my wife!! I couldn't
believe my eyes. The bastard was raping my wife!! I was
just on the verge of roaring into the room to beat the
shit out of him when I noticed that not only was Norm
fucking Lydia, but she was fucking him in return!
She had both arms flat on the bed using them for
leverage to thrust her cunt up hard against his cock
every time he thrust down into her cunt. She was
whispering, "Deeper Norm, deeper baby, fuck me hard,
fuck me deep, oh God it feels so good, I want to feel
your cum shooting in to my cunt, fuck me baby..." Then
I could feel my own cock pushing its way out through
the piss opening in my shorts getting as hard as a
rock.
I was transfixed with a rush of conflicting thoughts
and emotions about what I was witnessing. On the one
hand I couldn't believe that my best friend, a man that
I flew with, chased women with, and trusted was
betraying me and fucking my wife. I wanted to kill him!
But at the same time I was making excuses for him
because I now understood that Lydia had put on the
Victoria Secret lingerie not to please me and fuck me
but instead to inflame Norm's desire so he would fuck
her.
And how could I blame him when she had so obviously
thrown herself at him. It would take a super human
effort for any man to turn down a chance to fuck my
wife if she threw her self at him like she did with
Norm. I knew if his wife, Beth, had done the same to me
that there is no way I would have not fucked her
delicious cunt. I had been secretly lusting after her
for a long time.
But at the same time, I also knew that I couldn't just
look the other way and ignore the whole thing. What
would that make me? A wimp, a weak dick sissy, a poor
excuse for a man that would let some other man fuck his
wife in his own home and in the same room with his
daughter at that without killing the bastard or at the
very least, kick the living shit out of him. I knew
that I couldn't take the chance that this ultimate
betrayal would get out and people would despise and
shun me as unworthy of being a man and a fighter pilot
if I stood by and did nothing?
I must have stood there for at least 30 to 40 seconds
transfixed at the sight of Norm and Lydia fucking each
other with all those thoughts and emotions racing
through my mind just staring at the sight of Norm
fucking Lydia and her enjoying it and eagerly fucking
him back with her back arched up thrusting her cunt
hard against his cock, begging him to cum in her. It
was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. My hard cock
was throbbing and sticking straight out of my shorts
and I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls
and knew that I was going to soon erupt into a massive
orgasm. I wasn't even jacking off. I was just standing
there mesmerized at the sight of my wife wantonly
fucking another man.
It excited me and I began to panic because I knew that
if I had a huge orgasm and shot my cum into the room
that they would hear me, and Norm would see me standing
there watching him fucking my wife looking like I had
just jacked off. I couldn't, no I wouldn't let that
happen. It didn't matter if he was my best friend, and
if it wasn't his fault, because Lydia had caught him in
a weak moment and served up her body on a silver
platter to him. I wasn't going to give him the
satisfaction of knowing that he could fuck my wife with
me watching and enjoying it so much that I came and
blew my wad as well.
But I also knew that if I rushed into the room like an
enraged avenging husband and beat the shit out of Norm,
that Tom and Frieda in their bedroom next door would
surely hear the racket and commotion through the thin
walls of the duplex. They would surely know that Norm
had been fucking Lydia. I would become an object of
pity and the butt of jokes and derision by the rest of
my squadron mates and my life as a fighter pilot would
be over.
I stood there paralyzed by indecision, but I had to do
something because I was getting close to blowing my
whole load of cum. In desperation I reached up along
the wall and turned on the overhead light switch. When
the lights came on I saw Lydia jerk her head toward the
door and when she saw me standing there her whole body
froze and she screamed, "Oh my GOD, No, no, no...please
God no ", while at the same time Norm pulled his cock
out of Lydia's cunt and sat back on the bed throwing
himself against the wall with a loud thump when his
back and head hit the wall. His stiff cock was sticking
up in the air, and he had a stupid look on his face,
and just said, "Aww shit!" (To this day I still do not
know whether his exclamation was a comment on the fact
that he had not yet gotten his rocks off, or because he
had been caught with his dick in my wife's cunt. But I
suspect it was the former.)
I tried to feign being half asleep, and as the lights
came on I pulled the door towards me to hide my stiff
hard-on and mumbled something like, "Oh excuse me.
Thought I heard the baby cry. Didn't know anyone else
was still here," and I turned out the light and shut
the door again. I don't know what I was thinking. I
wasn't thinking.
I had some crazy idea that maybe I could make them
believe that being half asleep and still pretty drunk,
that I didn't recognize it was them and believed it was
some other couple who had never left the party and had
fallen asleep in my daughter's room. Then Norm could
sneak in to my son's room to sleep it off and Lydia
could sneak back into our bed after I had gone back to
bed and pretended to be asleep.
But as I stood there just outside the door leaning
against the wall trying to gather my wits, I heard
Lydia sobbing and yelling at Norm,
"Oh my god he saw us Norm, he saw us, what are we going
to do, he saw us fucking Norm, he saw me fucking you,
what am I going to do, oh my god, my god...," and I
heard Norm yell at her,
"Oh shut up bitch. Quit your crying. What the hell did
you expect when you came crawling in here wearing that
whore's get up, begging me to fuck you. You knew the
risk. You knew this could happen. I was a fool for
letting my cock take control of my brain. I don't know
what you're going to do, but I'm going to go out there
and tell him how sorry I am and beg him to forgive me."
When I heard that, I knew that it was all over. There
is no way I could have carried out a bluff pretending
to not have seen what I had just seen. So I went out
into the living room and found a cold beer in the
cooler left over from the party and sat down in an easy
chair next to our sofa waiting to see what they would
do. While I was waiting I continued to try and sort
through my mind all the conflicting emotions and
thoughts I was having. Most prominent was the strange
and repulsive realization that the sight of my wife so
passionately and enthusiastically fucking another man
had intensely sexually aroused me. That was the thought
that most confused me, scared me, and revolted me.
Chapter 5: The Awakening of Erotic Kinky Lust
How could that possibly happen I thought? My god, that
was a characteristic of perverts and low life creeps
who had no self-respect! Real men don't take pleasure
in their women giving their bodies to other men. Such
women were sluts and even whores and real men spit on
those kind of women and treated them with the disdain
and disrespect they deserved. Real men used such women
and then discarded them when they were finished with
them, just as they would discard a piece of trash. Real
men had no respect for sluts and whores and for sure
they never ever loved them.
But at the same time in the most inner depths of my
soul, I knew that I loved my wife. I still loved Lydia
in spite of what she had done. In fact I wanted her in
a more intense sexual way than I think I had ever
wanted her before. She was the mother of my beautiful
children and I knew she loved and cherished them as
much or more than I did. For all these reasons, I
didn't want to lose her. So how could I kick her out of
my life and the life of my children? I knew I couldn't
do that. But if I kept her, then how could I ever again
hold my head up proud among my squadron mates? So what
was I supposed to do?
I was completely disoriented and confused. Never before
in my life had I ever been so completely unable to
decide what was right and what was wrong and how I was
supposed to deal with a situation. Everything that I
had ever believed about what it meant to be a 'real
man' and by association, a fighter pilot, was telling
me to take actions that I didn't want to take; actions
that I knew in my heart I couldn't take no matter what
the consequences would be.
I couldn't beat the hell out of my friend Norm when I
knew in my heart that had I been in his shoes, I would
have done the same thing and eagerly fucked his wife,
Beth. I couldn't kick my wife out of my home and life
forever depriving my children of a mother and me the
woman that I still loved more than ever.
The only two things that I knew for sure was that
whatever happened next, our lives would never be the
same again and that fact both depressed and angered me
with such intensity that it frightened me. I also knew
that if I was to have any chance of coming through this
calamity with even a shred of my self-respect left,
that I could never let any one know how much I had been
so completely turned on and sexually excited and
pleasured by the sight of Lydia performing so
enthusiastically like a slut whore as she fucked Norm.
All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I sat
there sipping my beer waiting for one of them to come
down the hall and into the living room. After about 30
or 40 seconds Norm came into the room with Lydia right
behind him. Norm was wearing only his boxer shorts and
Lydia had put on her cotton panties again and had
quickly thrown a nightgown on to try and hide her tits
and I had a fleeting thought wondering why she didn't
put her bra back on too.
But before I could dwell on it, I was distracted as she
rushed to my chair with her arms outstretched as if to
hug me crying, "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Please, please
believe me, I just don't know how it happened. I was so
drunk I don't... it didn't mean anything baby please
believe me. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was
doing... please oh God... please..." and at the same
time, Norm had taken a seat on the sofa to my right and
was also talking at the same time.
"Jesus Dan, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was
doing. All I remember was falling into bed in a drunken
stupor and the next thing I knew was I felt a hand
massaging my cock and I saw this beautiful pair of tits
leaning over me like I was in a dream and I guess I
just reacted instinctively. I didn't even realize it
was Lydia that I was fucking until the light came on. I
swear to God I didn't. You got to believe me Dan...you
just got to believe me..."
Both of them were babbling on, talking over each other
as Lydia reached my chair and tried to put her arms
around me and I reacted by shoving her hard in the
chest between her tits, pushing her away from me almost
knocking her down and yelling at her, "Don't you touch
me you whoring slut bitch!!" and at both of them, "Shut
up goddamn it! Both of you just shut the fuck up. I
don't give a fucking shit why you two were fucking each
other. All I know is that I saw my wife with her legs
wrapped around my best friend's ass pushing her cunt up
to meet his cock and begging for his cum as he pounded
his cock into her cunt while my daughter lay sleeping
in her bed right next to them. That's what I believe-
damn both of you to hell!"
Lydia had taken the easy chair on the other side of the
sofa opposite me and was curled up hugging her knees
tight against her tits and sobbing uncontrollably with
her head buried in her arms. I stood up in front of
Norm. My head was pounding with rage and I said to him,
"How the hell could you do this to me Norm? I thought
we were good friends. My god, we've flown together and
chased pussy together. I trusted you and that was my
mistake. Now stand up you scumbag piece of shit, stand
up! I'm going to beat the crap out of you!"
Norm just sat there bent over with his head in his
hands and my rage boiled over and I started flailing at
him with my fists and knocked him off the sofa to the
floor, but all he did was to curl up into a fetal
position and covered up his head and body with his arms
and just took my blows.
I stopped raining blows on his head and body and yelled
at him, "Stand up and fight you bastard coward. You owe
me that you asshole," but he just continued to sit
there and I leaned down and flailed away again with a
couple of more punches when all of a sudden all the
rage just drained out of me and I collapsed back into
my chair.
"Aww shit Norm. I don't wanna fight with you. That slut
whore sitting over there isn't worth fighting over.
Hell, don't you understand? I really valued our
friendship Norm. I felt almost like we were brothers
and now I don't know what to think. Don't you see, I
don't give a damn if you fucked Lydia. She is just
another piece of ass; not a bad piece of ass I admit,
but still just another cunt. And you and I have had and
shared cunts just as good as hers, and some even
better. So how could you humiliate me like this and
fuck my wife right under my fucking nose in my fucking
home, in the fucking bedroom where my daughter was
sleeping!"
By now I was yelling, "If you had to fuck her, why
didn't you just take her to some sleazy motel somewhere
like you would do with any other whore and fuck her
brains out without throwing it in my face like you did
tonight? God knows, I don't blame you for wanting to
fuck her. Hell, I've wanted to fuck Beth for as long as
I have known her. When we were in the war, I used to
beat my meat while fantasizing that I was fucking Beth
and she was sucking my dick and eating my cum. But Beth
is your wife Norm, and I would never have done that to
you; never in a million years could I have ever done
something like this to you."
Then I calmed down some and said, "Look Norm, I really
don't care if you fuck Lydia. She can fuck anybody she
wants to. That's what whores do anyway. All I'm asking
is that if you do decide to fuck her again, then do it
quietly, out of sight and not in my home. And for God's
sakes pay her! She's a whore, and a good whore deserves
to be paid. And as long as I'm still married to her,
she's my whore and I won't stand for her giving it away
for free. I've seen you pay $100 for a good whore
before and Lydia is a damn sight better whore than that
one was. I don't need to know about it, so don't throw
it in my face and make me acknowledge what you have
done, because if you do then I will beat the living
shit out of you."
When I mentioned how much I wanted to fuck Beth, Norm
finally looked up at me and I thought I saw a flash of
fire in his eyes but it quickly subsided and he began
to speak, "Dan, I'm sorry. You have to believe me that
I never intended for this to happen. All I know is that
I was laying on the bed completely blown away and I
felt and saw this hand stroking my cock with two
luscious tits resting on my chest. I didn't know it was
Lydia.
Her face was turned away from me as she was looking at
my cock watching it get hard as she stroked it. I
didn't know who it was and I was so turned on, horny,
and drunk that I didn't care. I just reacted
instinctively and pulled her up on the bed under me and
rammed my cock into her and buried my face in her
shoulder and hair while I fucked her. I honest to god
didn't know it was Lydia until the light came on and I
got a look at her face. That's exactly what happened
Dan. You've got to believe me. It's the truth."
I replied, "Nice try asshole. You should have quit
while you were not behind. Listen Norm. I can
understand how you must have felt when Lydia started to
stroke your cock, and I can even understand how in a
drunken stupor you might have instinctively rammed your
cock into Lydia's cunt before you realized who she was.
But you must think me a complete idiot to believe that
crap about not knowing who you were fucking until the
light came on. I SAW YOU, YOU BASTARD!
I stood in that doorway not believing my eyes for at
least a half a minute or more watching you raise up on
you arms and look into her face as you pounded your
meat into her cunt. You knew who you were fucking all
right! If the crap you're trying to sell were true,
then at the very instant that you realized it was Lydia
you were fucking you would have pulled out of her cunt
and kicked the little whore out of the room. But you
didn't do that did you, you lying sack of shit. You
continued pounding her cunt trying to get your rocks
off in her like she was begging for." Then I laughed
with hate in my voice and said, "I'll be damned. You
never did get your rocks off did you? You still have a
hard-on!," as I could see the big tent his hard-on was
making in his shorts.
I looked at Lydia with real malice. I wanted to hurt
her, to humiliate her, like she had humiliated me. She
was still sitting in her chair all curled up with her
head down in her hands sobbing continuously and I said,
"Hey slut take a look," and she raised her head and
looked at me in bewilderment, and I said, "Yeah you,
you whore. Do you see any other sluts around here? Take
a look at poor Norm's shorts. He has a hard-on. The
poor sap never got to cum while he was fucking you. Why
don't you give him a blowjob? Go ahead. Suck his cock.
It's all right. That's what whores do baby."
Then I looked at Norm and said, "She really does a
world class job of sucking cock Norm. Actually she is
probably a better cocksucker than she is a fuck. You
might want to remember that the next time you take her
somewhere to fuck her. If I were you I would get one of
her blowjobs first. That way you will last a lot longer
when you fuck her and it will be a lot more fun.
Remember that little slut in San Antonio that gave us
both such fantastic blowjobs the last time we were
there? What was her name again? Juanita I think.
Anyway, Lydia's blowjobs make Juanita's look like
amateur hour. So whip it out there Norm. Let Lydia take
care of it for you. She'll suck you dry and swallow
every drop of it."
I looked at Lydia and said, "Well what are you waiting
for honey. It's all right baby. Go ahead; give 'ole
Norm one of your patented world-class blowjobs. You
were begging for his cum earlier anyway. What's the
difference whether you take his cum in the cunt or in
the mouth? It's all the same to a whore isn't it?"
Lydia was looking at me with horror. She was terrified
and was trembling as she begged, "Oh god no. Please
Dan, I can't do this, please don't make me do this Dan.
Oh god no, no, no..."
Of course I was lying through my teeth about Lydia's
prowess as a cocksucker. The truth is she had never
even sucked my cock enough to make me cum in her mouth.
In reality, she was somewhat prudish about most sex
acts. About the best she would ever attempt was to just
lightly take the end of my cock in her mouth for a few
licks of the tongue and maybe a couple of sucks, but
that's as far as she would ever go.
Oh, she was a very enthusiastic partner when it came to
plain vanilla cock in the cunt fucking. She liked to
try out all the different positions and she could hump
her cunt with the best of them for sure. And she didn't
mind giving me the occasional hand job whenever she
couldn't fuck for some reason or other like being on
the rag, or fighting a yeast infection. But hell, she
was otherwise so conventional that she was even
squeamish whenever I tried to eat out her cunt. Every
time I would try I could feel her tense up and tighten
her legs together.
I don't think in our whole married life to that point
that she had ever let me give her an orgasm by eating
her pussy. So I understood the horrified look she gave
me, and her terror at being made to suck off Norm's
cock until he unloaded his cum in her mouth. And after
the way she had humiliated me, I was getting a lot of
satisfaction at seeing her so terrified at the prospect
of having to suck Norm's cock and swallow his cum. At
least I thought I understood why she was so terrified!
Norm then spoke up and said, "Dan, I know you're
hurting buddy. But please don't do this to yourself and
Lydia. You don't want to go there Dan. Let it lie
buddy. Lydia and I made a terrible mistake that we will
both regret for the rest of our lives. Just don't go
there. It won't help you. Don't humiliate her like
this. You will never forgive yourself. Can't you see
she is terrified? Let it go buddy. Please don't go
there."
Deep in my soul I knew Norm was right. I really didn't
want to hurt Lydia. I still loved her in spite of
everything, but I was just so angry that I couldn't
help myself. I was starting to relent on my insistence
that she give Norm a blowjob, when all of a sudden a
light switched on in my head. What the hell did Norm
mean when he kept saying 'Don't go there?' And Lydia's
genuine terror at having to suck Norm's cock didn't
track. I knew she didn't like to suck cock, or at least
my cock, now that I thought about it. But it's not like
she hadn't ever had a cock in her mouth.
Her sheer terror at sucking Norm's cock just didn't
make sense. Something else was going on here. And then
it came to me! She wasn't naked wearing only her
panties when I saw her in our bedroom looking for her
Victoria Secret stuff because she had just taken off
her clothes and bra there in the bedroom before I saw
her. She was already naked when she came into our
bedroom because she had been naked in the living room
with Norm. Like a naive idiot, I thought that her
skirt, blouse, and bra were lying on the floor
somewhere in our bedroom. But her bra wasn't in our
bedroom. It was somewhere out here in our living room.
All of a sudden I knew! I KNEW!!! She was terrified
because she had stripped down for Norm in the living
room while I was passed out in our bedroom and had
already given him a blowjob!!! Lydia was terrified that
I would figure it out. I jumped up out of my chair and
began searching the living room with my eyes looking in
all the corners and behind the chairs and said to both
of them,
"Shit!, I know what's going on here." I looked at Lydia
and said, "You little lying bitch whore. You already
gave Norm a blowjob didn't you? You sucked him off out
here in the living room while I was passed out on our
bed. That's why you just had your panties on with your
tits flapping in the breeze when I saw you looking in
the drawer for your Victoria Secret stuff. I am an
idiot! Like a fool I thought you had just taken off
your clothes before I woke up and your clothes and bra
were somewhere in the bedroom. You had just gotten his
rocks off for him and now you wanted him to fuck you so
you could get your rocks off too."
Lydia was rocking her self in her chair, shaking her
head no, and protesting, "NO, no, no, no... I didn't do
that Dan. You know I couldn't do that. Please believe
me honey. Oh god, please believe me."
Then I saw what I was looking for. Just under the sofa
by the left front leg I saw a small piece of white
cloth that looked like a strap. I jumped over there,
making Norm flinch and recoil back away from me, and I
reached down under the sofa and grabbed the piece of
cloth and pulled out Lydia's bra.
"There's the evidence you whoring slut bitch," I
yelled. "Now try and deny it!!" Then I looked at Norm
and said to him, "Norm, you're even a worse scum
sucking, low life, lying, son of a bitch than I
thought. You're really a worthless piece of shit. You
better get the fuck out of my house right now you
bastard. I'm going to go back to my bedroom and get my
pistol out of my lock box and if you're still here when
I get back, I'll blow your worthless brains out and if
you ever touch my wife again I swear to god I'll find
you and kill you dead. Now get out of here."
He got up. Didn't say a word; and walked straight out
the door without looking right or left wearing only his
boxer shorts at 4 am on Sunday morning in the base
housing area. Lydia looked at me with a terrified
expression. I know that my mention of my pistol scared
the shit out of her but she said anyway, "Dan, his
clothes, shoes, wallet, and ID and everything are still
back in the baby's bedroom. He's practically naked."
I sarcastically replied, "Well isn't it sweet of you to
be so worried about him honey. Why don't you go back
and gather up all his stuff and run after him and give
them to him. Oh, and by the way, when you do catch him,
just keep right on going slut because I don't ever want
to see you back here again. Do you understand what I'm
saying you bitch whore!"
Lydia blanched and said, "Oh no Danny. You
misunderstand. I don't care a damn about him. I was
only thinking about you baby. His house is almost two
miles away and I don't want a security police patrol
picking him up on the street drunk with no clothes on.
He's an officer, and there would surely be an
investigation and it could get messy for you honey.
That's all I was thinking about."
I was tired and all washed out, and even though I knew
Lydia was right, I didn't give a damn any more and I
said, "Well it's a little late to be worrying about
consequences now. You should have thought of that
before you sucked off his cock and ate his cum and then
fucked him. I don't give a damn what happens to him. If
he gets picked up then it's his problem not mine. I
didn't do anything wrong! I wasn't the one that fucked
his wife. He's the one that fucked mine with your eager
help my dear. Don't you ever forget it either because I
sure won't.
And while I'm thinking about it, I also meant what I
said about you being able to fuck any body you want to.
I don't own you Lydia and I don't care anymore who you
fuck. But I also meant what I said to Norm about not
wanting you to fuck anybody for free. If you're going
to be a whore and live in my house, then at least be an
honest professional whore and demand payment for your
services. If I ever find out you are fucking or sucking
anyone for free, then you'll be out of my life for
sure."
She started to open her mouth to say something and I
said, "Shut up whore. I'm not finished talking yet,"
and I continued,
"I don't know what is going to happen to us yet, but as
long as we're still together and married all I ask is
that when you do sell yourself to fuck and suck someone
else, that you do it discreetly and don't embarrass or
humiliate me. If you do humiliate me that way again, I
promise you I will kick you out of my life on your ass
so fast it will make your head spin. Now I'm tired and
going to bed. I don't want you sleeping with me. I
don't sleep with whores. I use them. If I ever feel
like I need a cunt to fuck or a mouth to suck off my
cock, I'll call for you. So you better sleep in one of
the other rooms." But as I got up to go to bed Lydia
pleaded with me,
"Please Dan. Don't go yet. Can't we just talk about
this for a while. I know I have hurt you terribly
darling and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ... I love
you so much and I want so much to make it up to you.
I'll do anything you want me to do to make you
understand how much I love you. I know that you are a
good and fair man. Please just give me a chance Danny.
Don't do anything before we have a chance to work
through this. Do you even know what you want to do
yet?"
I sat back down and said, "So you want to talk huh?
Well what's there to talk about Lydia? I just found out
that the woman I loved, the mother of my children,
turns out to be a slut whore who just destroyed a
friendship with the best friend I ever had. I knew what
kind of amoral man Norm was, but I liked him and I
thought he liked me. I also knew that he would never
have humiliated me the way he did on his own
initiative. It took you to tempt him and offer him your
body and he was too weak to say no. I can't ever
forgive him for that, but I still regret the loss of
his friendship. Can you understand what I am saying?
The thing that hurts the most is not that you fucked
and sucked another man and revealed yourself as a slut
whore. I could have lived with it a lot easier if it
had been some stranger that you fucked, but you had to
do it with the best friend I had in the world! And now
you want to know what I'm going to do?
Well I don't know what I'm going to do yet. It's going
to take me a while to sort through all of this. It
seems to me that the choices are pretty obvious. I
could kick you out on your ass and divorce you, but
then there's the kids to think about. I could keep you
for the children's sake and get myself a good mistress
to take care of my sex needs so I wouldn't have to
sleep with a whore all the time, but then mistresses
are expensive, and I guess a mistress is also a whore,
and I guess one whore is as good as another. Or I could
just accept the fact that you're a whore and let you
stay as long as you bring in enough money to make it
worthwhile to keep you around. We could sure use the
money. Or I could just decide to shoot Norm, or maybe
shoot you, or maybe just shoot both of you, but then
I'd probably get the chair or life without parole as a
minimum and I have to consider whether a scumbag like
Norm and a slut whore like you is worth it."
"WHAT A GOD DAMNED STUPID QUESTION LYDIA! YOU HAVE JUST
DESTROYED MY FUTURE AND NOW YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I AM
GOING TO DO? HOW THE HELL DO I KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO
DO?"
"And you also want to know what you can do to make it
up to me!!? Okay, let's start. Get your ass over here
in front of my chair and get on your knees." She came
over to my chair and kneeled down with tears streaming
down her face. I reached out and pulled her nightgown
down around her waist exposing her tits and then I
pulled out my cock and said,
"Now give me a good blow job Lydia. I want you to take
all of my cum in your mouth and swallow every drop of
it. You didn't mind giving Norm one. Well I love a good
blowjob just like Norm and every other man I know. For
as long as we've been married I've tried to get you to
want to suck my cock till I cum in your mouth, but
you've never been willing. Well if you can suck off
Norm and eat his cum, then you can damn well do the
same for me!"
Lydia looked up at me with her tear streaked face and
said, "I'll suck your cock for you Danny and eat your
cum, but not because you think I sucked off Norm, but
because you want me to, and I love you and I want to
please you. But you're wrong Danny. I didn't give Norm
a blowjob. It's true that we were making out in the
living room and I took off my blouse and bra so he
could suck and play with my tits. That was wrong and
stupid of me, and my only excuse is that I was drunk
and not thinking straight. When you went to take a piss
and left me there with Norm everything was fine.
We were just laughing and joking about the funny things
that happened during the party. But when you didn't
come back for the longest time I got up to go look for
you and saw you passed out on the bed. So I went back
to tell Norm that you were passed out and that I was
going to bed. He was sitting there on the floor with
his puny little cock hard as a rock and he was jacking
it off.
I should have been angry with him and told him to stop
being so disgusting in my house, but I was really drunk
Danny and I just tried to make a joke out of it and I
sat down next to him and said to him, 'Damn it Norm,
don't you dare shoot your cum all over my carpet. It
will make a hell of a mess and I'll never be able to
get it all out once it dries.'
Then he said, 'Well we wouldn't have to worry about it
if I had some place to put it now would we? And you for
sure can tell it's not a limp dick anymore, and I know
you know what to do with a hard dick, now don't you.'
And I said, 'Forget it Norm. I'm not going to fuck you.
So just get that out of your head.' He then slipped his
hand between my legs and under my panties and stuck two
fingers into my cunt and started finger fucking me
before I knew what was happening and he said, 'You
don't have to fuck me baby. Just suck it a little bit.
Come on, loosen up. I'll suck your tits for you while
you suck my cock, ok? No one will ever have to know.'
I lost it then Dan. I couldn't help myself. I was drunk
and terribly aroused by his fingers in my cunt that
were driving me to an orgasm and the thought of him
sucking on my tits was so erotic. I said, 'You can suck
my tits Dan but I'm still not going to suck your cock.
I'll just give you a hand job instead,' and then I took
my bra off and grabbed his little cock and jacked him
off. He was so drunk that when he came, he could only
manage two weak jets of cum out on the carpet and the
rest of his cum just oozed out of his cock all over my
hand.
After he came, he lost all interest in me and any more
sex play and just got up and staggered off to bed
leaving me there on the floor with a gooey hand covered
with his slimy cum. The bastard didn't even bother to
suck my tits for me. I was angry as hell and felt used.
And you're right Danny. I was pissed because he had
used me to get his rocks off and then just walked off
and left me before I could get mine off.
I was pissed and determined to get him to bring me off
and that's why I went to his bed, and not because I was
in some way attracted to him. I was determined to make
him understand that he couldn't just use me like that
and then walk away. This may sound funny darling, but I
now wish that I had just given him his damn blow job
because if I had he would have just gone off to bed and
I would have come to our bed and none of this would
ever have happened.
That is the honest to god truth Danny. His cum stains
are on the carpet if you don't believe me. They
wouldn't be there if I had sucked him off and swallowed
his cum. Please believe me. Please believe me Danny. I
love you desperately darling and would never have hurt
you like that if I had been in my right mind and not so
completely wasted."
I said, "That's a pretty fairy tale slut. I guess I'm
supposed to be relieved that you didn't fuck him or
suck him, but only offered your tits to him and jacked
him off. Well I'm not. Now quit stalling and start
sucking," and then she took my cock into her mouth and
started giving me a blowjob.
I could tell by her technique that she didn't know very
much about how to suck a cock, but that was ok by me
because I was bound and determined not to give her the
satisfaction of letting her make me cum. I let her suck
on it for almost ten minutes until I could tell that
her mouth and jaw were getting tired.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head
back off my cock and said to her, "God damn Lydia,
you've got a lot to learn about how to be a good whore.
I can do better jacking myself off. You need to go down
to the corner of Lambert and Sterling some night soon.
There's always a few good whores hanging out down there
who can teach you how to suck a cock."
Then I quickly jacked myself off and when I was ready
to cum I told her to open her mouth and I shot four or
five big loads into her mouth, face, and tits. When I
was finished I said, "Now you look like a real whore
babe. Now suck out my cock and clean out all the cum
still left in my piss hole so it doesn't leak out on
the sheets while I'm sleeping."
She meekly complied and sucked my cock clean swallowing
my cum and then I said, "I'm going to sleep now bitch.
Remember what I said about sleeping in one of the other
beds." And I left her there on her knees quietly crying
and all covered in cum and I went to bed.
Chapter 6: A New Beginning
I woke up about 11 am with the sound of the TV blaring
in the living room and with the biggest hangover I
think I had ever had. I walked into the living room and
my son was watching cartoons on the TV and I yelled at
him, "Joey, turn that damn thing down goddamn it!" Joey
started crying and I walked in to the kitchen looking
for some coffee and some aspirin for my head and
started looking through cabinets.
Lydia was sitting at the kitchen table with our
daughter, Christine, feeding her oatmeal cereal and she
said to me, "Please Dan, don't take it out on the
children. It's my fault, not theirs." I looked at her
and said, "You sure got that one right you slut whore.
It's all your fucking fault, every goddamn bit of it."
And I poured myself a cup of coffee and continued
opening and closing cabinets. Lydia said,
"What are you looking for honey? I'll find it for you."
I snapped back at her,
"Where is the fucking aspirin bitch?" And Lydia
answered,
"It's in the bathroom medicine cabinet dear. Please,
let me get it for you." And she started to get up and
put the baby into her high chair and I said,
"Sit down slut and take care of Chrissie damn you. I
don't need you to do anything for me. I'll get my own
fucking aspirin."
I walked out of the kitchen and saw Joey still crying
in front of the TV and went over and picked him up and
hugged him and said, "I'm sorry Joey. Daddy didn't mean
to yell at you honey. I just don't feel very good this
morning. Now you just sit hear and enjoy your cartoons
for a while and later you and I will play some video
games, ok son?" He nodded his head yes and I kissed him
on the cheek and put him down. As I did I saw the cum
stains on the carpet where Norm had spewed his cum when
Lydia jacked him off and thought to myself, 'Well it
looks like at least that part of her story was true,'
and went to find my aspirin.
When I returned to the kitchen Lydia had finished
feeding the baby and had sent her to her room to play
with her dolls and was cooking me some bacon and eggs.
"I sat down to drink my coffee and said, "Who is that
for?" She said, "For you Dan. Please let me do this.
You need to eat honey. It's the best thing for a
hangover."
I said, "I'm not hungry whore, and when I am I'll get
my own food." Lydia turned the stove off and went to
the kitchen door and told Joey to go outside to play
awhile and then came over to sit at the kitchen table
with me. She sat there for a minute with her head down
looking at the floor and I could tell that she was
trying to gather her thoughts. Finally she turned to
look at me and there were tears in her eyes and her
lips were trembling as she started to speak,
"I know that I have no right to ask this of you Dan. I
have done you a terrible wrong, the most terrible hurt
that any wife could inflict on to her husband. If I
could turn back the clock I would, but I can't. I don't
know either if our marriage will survive this, but I am
praying to God with all my heart and soul that it will.
You have been, still are, and no matter what happens,
always will be, the love of my life.
You're a strong, good, decent man and a wonderful
father. I just saw how tender and loving you were with
Joey and it broke my heart to think that in one drunken
thoughtless moment that I may have destroyed that as
well. I know you are hurting, and you are lashing out
wanting to hurt me in return for what I have done to
you. I don't blame you for that. I understand it and
you have every right to feel that way. But you're
really succeeding Dan, and even though I know I deserve
all of it and more and have no right to ask this,
please, please don't call me those horrible names,
especially in front of the children. I'm not a whore
Dan, and neither am I a slut even though I know I acted
like one for one terrible drunken moment last night- a
mistake that I will live with for the rest of my life.
Right now I know that you hate me, but I also know that
you once loved me. All I ask is that you give me a
chance to prove to you that I do love you and only you
and for a chance to win back your love and trust. It
won't be easy and it will take time, maybe a long time,
and maybe I will fail. I know that. But I think what we
once had, the love and respect we had for each other,
was a beautiful thing, and I think it's worth fighting
for with all of the fiber of my being to get it back.
Please just give me, no give us, a chance to save our
marriage."
I thought for a few minutes and replied, "I don't know
Lydia, I just don't know. I don't know if I will ever
be able to erase from my brain that image of you
thrusting your cunt up against Norm's cock like a
common slut whore and begging him to drive it deeper
into your cunt and give you his cum. You know Lydia,
the only difference between a slut and a whore is that
a slut gives it away for free to anyone who wants it."
A slut that demands payment for it, raises herself a
little above the level of a common trash slut and
deserves the right to call herself a whore, which is at
least an honest profession, even if not one that is
always accepted by polite society. So I guess you're
right. You're not really a whore yet, and I won't call
you one anymore until you start getting paid for being
a slut. But until you do I just don't know if I can
look at you anymore and not see a slut."
I looked at Lydia when I said that, and I could see the
tears streaming down her face. She wasn't crying
vocally but I could see in her eyes the deep wound and
pain that I inflicted on her and I'm afraid I lost my
composure. My own eyes filled with tears and I looked
down and away at the floor because I didn't want her to
see me cry and I thought to myself, 'My God, what am I
doing? How can I be hurting this woman like this? This
woman that I love so much, the mother of my children. I
just don't have it in me.' And then I said aloud as I
raised my head to look her in the eyes,
"I'm sorry Lydia. I can't do this anymore. I don't
really want to hurt you. I know you're not really a
slut or a whore, and you're right, I was only trying to
hurt you and make you feel the kind of pain I feel. I'm
ashamed for that, but I'm confused Lydia. I've totally
lost my bearings and I don't know what to do. Never in
all my life have I felt so totally incapable of knowing
what to do. I stood in that doorway last night for
almost a minute watching you fuck Norm knowing that I
should have rushed in and beat the shit out of Norm for
what he was doing to you like any real man would do if
he saw some other man fucking his woman. But I couldn't
do it.
You see, I knew that for whatever reason, you went in
to that room and offered yourself to him. That pissed
me off big time, but then I thought how could I blame
my best friend, Norm, for accepting the offer, when I
knew in my heart that if I were in his shoes I would
probably have done the same if it had been Beth coming
to me and begging me to fuck her.
I also knew that if I did rush in and jump on Norm, it
would have raised a hell of a racket and Tom and Frieda
next door in their bedroom would have certainly heard
it all through these thin duplex walls and would know
that Norm had been fucking you. The word would surely
get out and I would be the butt of jokes and derision
in the squadron and would never be able to hold my head
up again if I didn't either beat the shit out of Norm
or kick you out of my life and divorce you for being a
cheating wife, or both.
But if I did nothing and let Norm get away with fucking
you, that would make me a pathetic, weak dick imitation
of a real man unable and unwilling to defend what was
his and destroy any respect I had for myself. And if
that ever got out, my future as a fighter pilot would
also go up in smoke as my squadron mates would look on
me as a weak wimp unworthy of their trust and
confidence.
I stood there in that doorway frozen in indecision,
unable to reconcile all those conflicting thoughts and
despising myself for not being able to act. On top of
all that, I realized that I was feeling a strange and
powerful erotic pleasure at the sight of you responding
so eagerly in humping your cunt up to meet Norm's
thrusting cock as he drove it into your cunt, and I
thought to myself, 'What kind of sick perverted man
takes pleasure in seeing another man fuck his wife?' I
knew I had to do something Lydia, but I was paralyzed
by all those thoughts.
Finally in desperation, I thought if I flicked the
light on and off and pretended not to recognize that it
was you and Norm in there fucking, but rather another
couple that had fallen asleep in Chrissie's room
earlier in the evening and had not yet gone home, that
I might be able to avoid doing anything and be able to
go back to bed and pretend to fall back to sleep
leaving you and Norm a way out for the two of you to
sneak out of Chrissie's room and Norm could sleep it
off in Joey's room and you could come to bed.
But as soon as I closed the door and heard you yelling
at Norm that I had seen you fucking him and Norm
calling you a bitch and saying that he was going to beg
my forgiveness for fucking you, I knew that it was all
over and there was no chance to pull off a face saving
bluff, and that besides, Tom and Frieda probably heard
the whole damn thing through the thin walls of this
duplex anyway.
I went into the living room to sit down and wait for
you two to come out and I became filled with such a
rage as I have never before experienced as I realized
that my career and my self-respect were going into the
toilet unless I took the only actions left to me to try
and salvage something out of the mess that you had
created and some shred of my self-respect, and that was
to beat the shit out of Norm and kick you out of my
life and divorce you.
But I couldn't do those things Lydia. I tried to beat
the crap out of Norm but he wouldn't fight back and my
heart wasn't in it because I knew that you had gone to
him asking to be fucked. I also knew down deep in my
soul that I couldn't kick you out of my life. I don't
hate you Lydia. I felt so impotent in not being able to
do the things that a real man would have not hesitated
to do that I lashed out at you for putting me in this
position. I wanted to hurt you and humiliate you and
make you feel the pain that I feel. But even as I was
doing everything I could to degrade and humiliate you
last night, I hated what I was doing but I couldn't
stop myself. The rage that was consuming me was too
powerful and compelling.
But I can't do it anymore Lydia. I don't want to hurt
you or degrade and humiliate you. I just want things to
be the way they were before, but I know that is not
possible and I feel helpless to do anything about it.
I've lost my self-respect and I just don't know which
way to turn, or what's right, or what to do anymore.
God help me, in spite of what you have done to me, I
still love you."
When I told Lydia that I still loved her, I could see
her face light up with hope, and she jumped up out of
her chair and rushed to me and fell on her knees and
hugged me around the waist and buried her head in my
chest and said, "No, no, no darling. You're a
wonderful, good, and kind man- courageous and strong. I
love you so much and I know that I don't deserve your
love, but my heart is singing to know that you still
love me. We can do this my love. Together we can
overcome this. Together we can make things the way they
were before. All that matters is our love for each
other. I know you're hurt and angry and can't forgive
me now for the terrible thing I have done. And I know
you didn't mean all those things you said to me last
night. But I deserved them. I know that. But I will
earn your forgiveness and trust again no matter how
long it takes. Thank you, thank you, thank you darling
for still loving me. Oh God I'm so happy."
I unwrapped her arms from around my waist and gently
pushed her back away from me and said, "Look at me
Lydia. Aren't you listening to me? Don't you understand
what I am trying to tell you? I don't take any pleasure
in still loving you. I wish to God I didn't love you
Lydia. I wish I could hate you. It would make it easy
for me to kick you out and divorce you like I wish I
had the strength to do. It would be so much easier if I
did hate you, but I don't. I can't help myself- I do
love you- I do.
So instead I hate myself for not having the strength
and courage to be a real man and get rid of you and
divorce you for betraying me the way you did. I despise
myself for being a sick pervert who becomes sexually
aroused at the sight of you making passionate love to
another man. I'm disgusted with myself for not being
able to kick the shit out of a man who was possessing
my woman before my very eyes. I've totally lost my
self-respect Lydia and I don't like myself anymore.
But I want my children to have a mother Lydia, and I'm
willing for us to stay together to see if it's possible
for us to get beyond this. I don't think we can ever
make it like it was before, but for the sake of Joey
and Chrissie, I'm willing to try. Here is what I'm
offering.
We will live together and be civil to each other
presenting a normal relationship to our friends and
others, and especially the children. We will take the
kids to church, go to parties together and dance and
carry on as if nothing ever happened. If you wish, we
can continue to sleep in the same bed together, but I
don't insist on it. If you want to sleep separately,
that's ok with me. As for sex, if you wish, we can
continue to satisfy our normal sexual needs with each
other if you want to. But if you don't, that's also ok.
I won't bother you. If you do choose to have sex with
me, then all it will be is just pure physical sex with
no love making involved.
What I'm trying to say, is that if you feel a need to
be fucked and want me to do it, then just ask, and I'll
stick my dick in you and fuck you and try and make you
have an orgasm, but I'm not making love to you and I
don't want you trying to make love to me either. And
the same goes for me as well, if you don't mind my
using your cunt to masturbate when I feel the need to
get my rocks off.
"But if you do mind, then I won't bother you, and I'll
just find someone else to fuck. Some of the divorced
sluts that hang around the O Club bar would serve just
as well. And even if you don't mind, I may still want
to find someone else to fuck anyway. And that goes for
you too. You can fuck anyone you want to as far as I'm
concerned, just as long as you do it discreetly, and as
long as you get paid for fucking and sucking your men,
and also not let it interfere with the care of our
children, and don't let yourself become known and
gossiped about as an easy cheap lay and humiliate me
again, because Lydia, I swear to God I will divorce you
then for sure.
That's the best I can do right now Lydia. I need time,
maybe lots of time, to work through this and to try and
regain my self-respect. I don't know what the future
will hold for us. I do know that my days as a fighter
pilot are numbered now because this will surely get out
sooner or later either by Tom and Frieda, or maybe Norm
did get stopped by the sky cops, or even by Beth since
Norm didn't have any keys to get into his house and
probably woke up Beth wearing only his shorts, and Beth
would have eaten him alive. It would not be the first
time she caught him cheating. If and when that happens
I won't be able to hold my head up in the squadron any
more.
I have a lot of thinking to do about what I am going to
do about my future in the Air Force, because whatever
happens, I love the Air Force and I don't intend to
quit and resign my commission. I feel like it's all I
have left now. It's going to take time to sort
everything out and all I can do is take it one day at a
time and try and deal with whatever happens when it
happens.
So that's the deal Lydia. Take it or leave it. If you
decide to leave it, then I suggest you start looking
for a lawyer and I'll be doing the same. But if you
decide to take it, then we will just have to play it by
ear, as I said, one day at a time, because there aren't
any guarantees."
Lydia sat there with her head down looking at the floor
for almost two minutes without saying anything. I
started to push back my chair to get up and go freshen
up my coffee when she finally raised her head and
looked me straight in the eyes with an intensity that I
had never seen in her before, and there was hard steel
in her voice when she started to speak,
"I'll take the deal Dan. It's a hell of a lot more than
I have a right to expect or deserve. I'm not going to
fill your head with a lot of fluffy, syrupy talk about
how much I love you and all that bullshit. I'm a
fighter pilot's wife and not a quitter, no matter how
rough the air gets. You're my husband and my man, and
I'm going to fight like hell for you. I'm going to
sleep in your bed by your side where I belong, and I'll
always be there for you and you alone, when and if you
need me for whatever you need me for. I'll take you any
way I can get you and be glad and grateful for it.
I hope you never feel the need to fuck any other woman
but me, but if you do, I'll never complain. I'll just
fight even harder for you. And if some bitch tries to
make a play for you that you don't welcome, I'll kick
the shit out of her for trying to poach on what's mine.
I won't make any stupid promises about never fucking
any other man, because I already made that promise when
I married you and we see what happened last night to
that promise. Like you said, there are no guarantees.
But I will promise that I will never ever knowingly, or
intentionally, while in possession of my faculties and
senses willingly give myself to another man or permit
another man to take or possess me without a vicious
fight.
I am your woman Dan, totally and completely, body and
soul, until you tell me by your own words, direct to my
face, that you no longer want me and turn me out of
your life. I don't know either what the future has in
store for us, but no matter what it is, good or bad,
I'll always stand by you at your side. You own me Dan,
and that's the way I want it. I am yours, all yours, to
do with me whatever you please." Then she stood up and
said, "Now, drink your coffee while I make you some
thing to eat for that hangover of yours, and then we're
going to begin the first day of our new life together
and take the kids to the beach and enjoy the day."
My adrenalin was pumping and the chills were running up
and down my back and legs. It was one of the most
electric moments I have ever experienced. I thought to
myself, 'My God, standing before me was not some
flighty, superficial young girl, but a real woman; a
strong, proud, beautiful woman worthy of being a
consort and life partner for a man, and she was my
woman. The pride welled up in me and I just simply
replied, "Then it's a deal Lydia, and it's the best
damn deal I ever made. Now will you pour me some more
coffee please. The coffee in this cup has gotten cold
and it needs warming up."
Chapter 7: A Real Fighter Pilot's Wife
I won't try and sugar coat things and say that
everything was smooth sailing from there on out. The
next four or five years had some pretty rough spots
that we had to work through, but Lydia was true to the
promises she made. The hardest part for me was learning
to live with the fact that the thought and sight of my
wife fucking another man was erotically exciting to me
which made me feel like I must be some kind of pervert,
and also not being able to get my self-respect back
until I personally made Norm really pay for what he had
done to Lydia.
About six weeks later, I found out by "accident" that
Norm had in fact been picked up by a sky cop patrol. (I
have, accident, in quotes because as you will soon see,
I'm sure it was no accident the way I found out.)
I was in the squadron snack bar having a hot dog and a
coke between missions and talking with four or five of
the guys when one of them, Billy Castle, who was a
bachelor that was dating the Wing Commanders secretary,
Priscilla Allen, said that Prissy had told him this
story about Norm's name showing up on the Security
Police desk sergeant's daily blotter as having been
picked up last month taking a piss on the sidewalk in
the housing area wearing nothing but his skivvie shorts
in a highly inebriated state at four in the morning.
It was standard practice for a copy of the blotter to
be forwarded to the wing king anytime an officer's or
senior NCO's name appeared on it. The wing king asked
Prissy to call the sky cop commander and tell him the
wing king wanted him to come over and relate the
details of the incident to him in person. Prissy was in
the room to take notes and heard the whole story when
the sky cop commander reported the details as they knew
them.
Billy said this is what Prissy said happened. The two
sky cop NCOs that picked up Norm were going to take him
in and book him for being drunk in public, indecent
exposure, and lewd and lascivious conduct. But Norm
managed to talk them out of it and convinced them he
was an officer, and just had too much to drink at a
squadron party and had been caught with someone else's
wife and had to run out of the house before her husband
could beat the hell out of him.
The two NCOs must have thought the whole situation was
a riot and took pity on him and agreed to drive him to
his house so he could produce some evidence that would
verify that he was who he said he was, because they
knew if he was who he said he was and they booked him
on those charges it would mean the end of his career.
They took him home and Norm had to wake up Beth to open
the door and vouch for him.
When Beth opened the door and took one look at Norm in
nothing but his boxer shorts with two sky cops behind
him, she blew up and yelled at him, "Norm, you fucking,
two-timing bastard. Who did you get caught fucking this
time? I'm going to cut your balls off you shithead!"
The senior of the two sky cops had a big grin on his
face, saw the name plate on the wall by the door that
said, Captain Norman Sanders, and then politely asked,
"Ma'am, is this your husband, Captain Sanders." Beth
replied, "Yeah guys, I'm sorry as hell to have to admit
this ass hole is mine all right. You guys can do me a
great big favor by just taking him straight to jail."
The senior sky cop answered, "We don't really want to
do that ma'am and I'm sure you don't either. If we
formally charged and booked him, it would get him all
jammed up with very serious trouble and would probably
mean the end of his career. We're just glad that he
didn't try and drive himself home as drunk as he is.
Why don't you just let him sleep it off." And then the
two cops turned to leave and the other one said, "Good
luck ma'am."
Billy looked at me and said, "You and Norm are pretty
tight buddies Dan. Who do you think it was he was
dipping his wick in?"
I replied, "How should I know Billy? I'm not Norm's
keeper and I don't have a clue."
Billy reacted with a very puzzled look and said, "Gosh
Dan, you mean this is the first you've heard about
this? I thought you and Norm were so tight with each
other that you shared everything with each other?" He
put special emphasis on the phrase "shared everything"
as he looked at the other guys at the table and said,
"Didn't you guys think that too?"
Everyone else around the table said "Yeah we sure did,"
or something equivalent to that and exchanged smirks
and knowing looks among themselves. There was no doubt
in my mind that the story was out there now and
probably the whole damn base was gossiping about it. So
I just said, "Well we don't share every damn thing with
each other Billy. And I don't have time to sit around
here and gossip like a bunch of little old ladies. I
have another mission to brief and fly." And I left the
table, and as I was leaving the snack bar I heard the
table I was at erupt in a lot of laughing.
When I got home that afternoon I told Lydia that the
cat was out of the bag and told her about what
happened. She said that she was afraid that I was right
because she had run into three or four of the wives at
the base commissary the day before and they told her
about the rumor going around that Norm had been caught
fucking someone else's wife and that Beth was going to
cut his balls off. They wanted to know if Lydia knew
who it was that Norm was fucking. She said that she had
not heard the rumor and didn't know anything about it
and had to run to pick up the kids at day care. As she
left she heard them giggling and one of them said, "I
bet she wishes she didn't know."
I told Lydia to just ignore the gossip because we
wouldn't have to put up with it very long anyway. Our
squadron commander, LtCol George Ripley, had announced
earlier that day that the whole squadron was being
relocated to another air base in Texas in three or four
months so the opportunity for transferring out to some
other job was very good. I told her that there was
going to be a squadron commander's officer's call on
the next day at 3 pm where all the details would be
laid out.
The next day everyone in the squadron was in the
squadron briefing room listening to LtCol Ripley
explain how the move to Texas would be carried out and
who would have to stay with the squadron and who would
be eligible to apply to move on to other assignments if
they wished.
It was about 3:30 and LtCol Ripley was almost finished
with the briefing when the double doors at the back of
the briefing room flew opened with a bang and Lydia
marched through the doors down the aisle to the front
of the group. She was wearing stiletto high-heeled
shoes with sharp pointed toes and was dressed in a very
stylish red dress that emphasized her cleavage and
hugged all the soft curves of her body. Her hair was
beautifully styled and her makeup was perfect. In short
she looked like a million dollars.
LtCol Ripley was flabbergasted and said to her, "Lydia!
What are you doing here? Please, take a seat and I'll
be finished in just a few minutes."
Lydia looked at him and said, "No. I'm sorry George. I
have something to say to this bunch and I'm going to
say it. It won't take long." LtCol Ripley had an amazed
look on his face and just shrugged his shoulders in a
helpless gesture and said. "Go ahead Lydia, but make it
short please."
She turned to look at all of us and said, "I hear there
is a big rumor floating around about one of the wives
in this squadron who cheated on her husband with one of
you sitting here today. Well I'm here to set the record
straight with some facts. The rumors are partly true.
It happened last month at the big squadron party at my
house. It was a great party and most of you were there,
so you know how completely blown away every one was.
There was quite a bit of extra curricular fucking going
on that night in our extra bedrooms, but thankfully
only by some of you with your own wives, except that
one of the wives did end up in the sack being fucked by
someone who wasn't her husband, but she wasn't
cheating. I know what I'm talking about because that
wife was me.
So I thought I'd stand up here in front of all you
macho stud fighter pilots; you so called self styled
true blue buddies and comrades, blooded in combat,
brothers in arms, and let you see what the so called
cheating wife looks like that one of your loyal
squadron mates saw an opportunity to bed behind her
husband's back when he was passed out drunk.
Only I say again, she wasn't cheating. She was so drunk
out of her head that she didn't know her own name. I'm
not making excuses for what I allowed to happen to me.
I'm responsible for my actions and for letting myself
get so completely out of control that I didn't know
what I was doing; and it's my fault for being so naïve
and trusting to think that I didn't have to worry about
any of my husband's loyal squadron mates trying to
poach on his woman when he couldn't defend her and she
couldn't defend herself. I'll never make that mistake
again.
I know all about your juvenile school boy rules about
not chasing cunt around the flagpole, and what a so
called real man and fighter pilot is supposed to do
with a cheating wife, and what should happen to him if
he fails to follow those stupid rules. Four out of five
of you so called real men cheat on your wives on a
regular basis when you're away from the base on a
deployment.
And I also happen to know that three of you and your
wives reconvened to one of your homes after you left
the party at my house to have a little impromptu group
sex party fucking and sucking each other. Well I'm here
to tell you that your hypocritical, asinine rules for
wives and fighter pilots don't hold any water with Dan
and me.
Dan Bartlett is twice the fighter pilot any of the rest
of you could ever hope to be and all of you know it,
and he's five times the real man that any ten of you
combined are. A couple of you loyal buddies and good
friends of Dan have hit on me in the last few weeks
hoping to score an easy piece of ass when Dan wasn't
looking. You know who you are and you better be damn
glad that I didn't tell Dan who you are because he
would have kicked your asses' up between your
shoulders.
Dan started to beat the shit out of the bastard that
fucked me, but he was such a weak dick coward that he
wouldn't get up off the floor to fight like a man and
Dan kicked him out like the piece of trash that he is.
The next one of you that tries to hit on me will find
out what it's like to stand up to a real man if you've
got the guts, because I'll tell him for sure who you
are and I guarantee he will clean your clock for you.
So here this. I'm a fighter pilot's wife. I'm not a
quitter and I don't scare. I have a lot of work to do
to earn back my husbands love and trust for my stupid
mistake, but that's between Dan and I and it's nobody
else's business. Dan Bartlett is my man and I'm his
woman, and I'm not going anywhere, and you're never
going to see me hanging out at the O Club bar with the
rest of those pathetic easy mark sluts, so you better
learn to live with it. Oh, by the way, in case I forgot
to mention it, and you don't already know it, the weak
dick loyal squadron mate that fucked me was Dan's so
called best friend in the Air Force, Norm Sanders.
As it happened, Norm was sitting in the aisle seat in
the second row about ten feet in front of Lydia. He had
been sitting all slouched back in his seat almost prone
with his legs spread out in front of him with a stupid
frozen grin on his face all through Lydia's speech.
When Lydia announced his name at the end as being the
one who fucked her, she took three or four steps toward
him and stood in front of him and said,
"Norm, you worthless sack of shit, here's a message
from Dan and me." She then made a move as if she was
going to remove something from her cleavage in her bra,
and then without warning she unleashed a vicious swift
kick to his crotch hitting him squarely in the balls
with the pointed toe of her high-heel shoe. You could
hear a loud collective gasp and groan from everyone in
the room as Norm fell out of his chair into the aisle
grabbing his nuts and curled up into a little ball,
moaning and writhing in pain. Lydia then turned around
and said to LtCol Ripley, "Thank you for letting me
speak George. I'm finished now." Then she turned around
and stepped over Norm's body and started back up the
aisle with her head held high.
Someone in the back yelled, "Score that one as a shack
for that fighter pilot's wife. She can fly on my wing
anytime she wants to." ("Shack" is what the bombing
range officer calls out anytime someone scores a bulls
eye when we dropped our blue practice bombs in
training.) Someone else yelled out, "Good for you
Lydia. Kick the son of a bitch in the nuts again for me
babe." Another yelled, "Take a look guys. There goes a
real woman."
And still another hollered as Lydia approached the
double doors of the briefing room, "Stand up men. A
fighter pilot's wife is leaving the squadron!" Everyone
in the room, except Norm who was curled up in the aisle
writhing in pain, was standing and clapping in
spontaneous applause.
I had been sitting about ten rows back in the middle of
the row and for a few seconds after she was finished, I
sat stunned at her powerful performance. God, I was
proud of my woman. I quickly recovered my composure and
fought to get out to the aisle so I could catch up to
her and tell her how much I loved her and how proud I
was of her. As I rushed up the aisle, someone yelled
out to me, "You better keep her Dan, because if you
don't I'll take her."
I caught up with Lydia just outside the squadron and
grabbed her and gave her a giant hug and kiss and said,
"Honey, I'm so god damned proud of you I could bust.
God I love you. You put every damn one of them in their
place. You are one very tough woman Lydia. I don't
deserve you, but I thank God you're mine."
She looked me in the eye and said, "Dan, I told you I
am not a quitter and that I would fight like hell to
win you back. You're my man baby and I'm your woman
forever and don't you ever forget it. Now let's go home
sweetheart. Joey and Chrissie are waiting for us."
A couple of days later I asked her who the three
couples were that later had some round robin group
fucking and sucking. Lydia chuckled and said, "Oh that!
I just made that up Dan to give them something to
really wonder and gossip about and take their small,
juvenile minds off of us. I laughed and said, "Damn
Lydia, you are really one smart tough woman. I really
love you babe. Remind me to have you watch my back if I
ever get into a real knife fight."
Chapter 8: The Plan For Revenge
That event settled everything between Lydia and me once
and for all. It cemented our love for each other
forever in solid concrete. We would still have issues
to overcome in the years ahead, but any doubt about the
depth of our love and commitment for each other, and to
each other, was put to bed forever.
I still had to reconcile myself with the reality that
no matter how hard I tried, that I could not erase the
image of Lydia so passionately fucking Norm from my
brain and that I now had this erotic compulsive craving
to watch Lydia fuck and suck other men. And while I was
so proud of her performance that day in the squadron
and how she kicked Norm squarely in the nuts, that act
didn't relieve me of the need to somehow personally
make him pay for what he did to begin to regain some of
my self-respect. I decided that I had to deal with the
self-respect issue first as a matter of priorities and
decided that the only way I could deal with that would
be to fuck Beth and made sure Norm knew that I did it.
It wasn't very hard to get into Beth's pants. She was
already pissed at Norm for cheating on her in such an
amateurish fashion that he got caught causing she and
him to become the laughing stock and butt of jokes all
over the air base. I waited until I knew that Norm
would be off base on a four-day deployment and called
Beth to ostensibly express my regret at how our
friendship got so fouled up over the incident that
night at my house.
I said that I regretted most the loss of her's and
Norm's friendship, but that I just couldn't excuse Norm
for what he did and retain my self-respect. She said
she understood perfectly how I felt and that she loved
Lydia, but she couldn't bring herself to forgive the
way she fucked Norm. I made a suggestion that we meet
for lunch to talk it over to see if we could find some
way to repair the damage, and she agreed immediately
that was a marvelous idea. We agreed to meet the
following day at an out of the way restaurant down on
the beach.
Beth came to lunch the next day dressed to kill looking
like a real sex kitten. As we talked I told her that
the thing that hurt me the most about what happened was
that Lydia had fucked my best friend instead of some
stranger. If she had fucked a stranger that wouldn't
have bothered me so much and in fact I thought it would
have been kind of erotic and the idea excited me.
Beth said that she understood completely and that she
had long ago accepted the fact that Norm was just the
kind of guy who would always chase pussy. It didn't
bother her that he lusted after Lydia and fucked her
because she knew that for Norm, it was just plain old
physical sex and he didn't love any of the women he
cheated with and always returned to Beth's arms. But
what really pissed her off was that he did such an
amateur, sloppy job of bedding Lydia and fucking her
that he got caught and subjected them to so much public
humiliation and derision.
Then she said, "You know Dan, it's really too bad that
we didn't know how we all felt before this happened,
because we could have just engaged in a little swapping
and had lots of fun fucking and sucking each other."
And I said, "Boy you're right Beth. I have lusted after
you for years and during the war I used to have really
erotic fantasies about you fucking me, and sucking my
cock, and swallowing my cum when I would masturbate
myself."
That was all it took. She looked at me and said, "What
the hell are we waiting for Dan. Lets get a room next
door at the Surfside Motel so I can fuck your brains
out." The waitress had just delivered our lunch plates.
I threw $40 on the table and we both got up and left
without taking a bite and got us a room at the Surfside
as fast as we could. As the restaurant door was closing
behind me, I heard our waitress say to the maitre'd,
"There goes two of the horniest people I have seen in a
long time. That broad is worse than a bitch in heat. It
makes my pussy itch for a real fat cock. Are you
interested Alfred?"
I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm
no better than any of the other guys that cheat on
their wives. I guess you could make that argument. But
the way I looked at it. The deal that I made with Lydia
was still in force, and implicit in that deal was my
right to fuck any other woman I wanted to. And she did
say that she would never complain if I decided to fuck
some other woman, but would only work harder to make me
want to fuck only her. Besides, I was only doing this
to get even with Norm. It had nothing to do with my
love for Lydia. And even if you can't accept that
rationale, I never claimed to be a saint.
I was kind of disappointed in Beth as a piece of ass.
She fucked ok, but she didn't have any imagination, and
she was so thin, sort of like a "boney maroni," that
she had too many sharp edges to suit me. Also she would
only fuck in the missionary position with me on top
because after I got my cock sunk all the way in to her
cunt she would bring her legs together real tight and
cross her ankles effectively trapping my cock in her
cunt like it was in a vise. It was damn near impossible
to move my cock in and out of her cunt.
Beth just used the muscles of her cunt walls to
rhythmically squeeze and relax around my cock until she
and I both had orgasms. She said she liked that
position because it was the only way she could keep
Norm's short dick from slipping out of her cunt before
she could have an orgasm. But I have to say that she
really made up for it as a cocksucker. That woman could
suck cock like no one I had ever had before and she
never tired of swallowing cum. She sucked me off so
much that afternoon that my balls and cum sac were
completely dry.
When I got home that evening, Lydia was feeling horny
and put some moves on me to fuck her which I did of
course but to my consternation I was unable to generate
any cum to shoot into her cunt and she noticed it and
wanted to know what was the matter with me. My balls
had not yet recovered from the huge demand that Beth's
cock sucking had put on them and I was completely dry.
I didn't want her to start wondering why she couldn't
make me cum, so in a flash of genius inspiration, I
thought of using this event as a way to introduce her
to my obsession of wanting to watch her fuck and suck
other men.
So I told her about my erotic compulsion and said that
I was having some real difficulty in accepting that I
must be some kind of sexual pervert and it was
interfering with my head and preventing me from
enjoying fucking. She said, "Oh darling, you're not any
kind of pervert. You're just going through a delayed
reaction to what that bastard Norm did to me. Don't
worry baby, it's my fault you feel this way and it's my
job to make it right. I'll help you work through this
little blip in the road, and pretty soon you will be
generating and filling my cunt with more cum than you
have ever produced before. You just leave it all up to
me baby. I'll get that magnificent cock of yours
working better than ever."
I was feeling pretty good. It had been a really great
day. I got a great start on getting even with Norm by
fucking Beth's brains out and at the same time
maneuvered Lydia in to taking complete responsibility
for fixing my erotic compulsion to watch her fuck and
suck other men. I was elated, because I could see the
light at the end of the tunnel. The only thing left to
figure out was how to make sure that Norm would find
out that I was fucking Beth.
Then I had another real flash of inspiration. Our
squadron move was still a couple of months away so I
planned to fuck Beth as often as I could during that
time. But I knew that I would have to wait for times
when Norm would be off base deployed or on a cross-
country training mission. But in between those times I
could call Beth and have phone sex with her to engage
in mutual masturbation and secretly make tape
recordings of our erotic conversations. Then at the
appropriate moment I would mail them anonymously to
Norm under the guise of being a concerned friend who
hated to see him being humiliated by his wife.
The plan worked perfectly. Over the next two months
Beth and I found ways to get together for fucking and
sucking two or three times a week and in between we
would have sex over the phone. I got at least five or
six hours of phone tape with Beth extolling my cock and
how much she loved to be fucked by me and how she loved
sucking my cock and eating my delicious cum. She would
ridicule Norm for not being able to satisfy her with
his tiny little prick and because he always shot his
wad too prematurely; often losing it and spraying his
cum all over her pussy lips before he could even get
his cock into her cunt.
She would say that she loved fucking and sucking me
because I was a real man who knew how to please a
woman, and she loved having my big eight inch cock
rammed deep into her cunt where Norm's little short
prick had never been, and she couldn't wait until Norm
left town again so she could suck my balls dry. And of
course I reciprocated telling her what a fantastic cunt
she had and how much I loved her cock sucking and that
she was so much better than Lydia at everything that I
hardly ever fucked Lydia anymore.
But I was glad when the time came for the big squadron
move to Texas to take place. I was getting tired of
having to keep stringing Beth along by continuing to
fuck her so she would continue to have phone sex with
me that I could tape. She really wasn't that good a
piece of ass anyway. I did enjoy her cock sucking, but
even that was getting to be routine. Besides, I had
compiled more than enough phone sex tapes and didn't
need anymore.
I wasn't going with the squadron to the new air base in
Texas because I had decided to let the Air Force send
me to graduate school to get a Masters degree in
Computer Science. I had just come out on the Major's
list and knew that my days as a front line squadron
fighter pilot were fast coming to a natural end anyway.
I had to think about my long range career goals. Lydia
and I talked it over and both agreed that it was time
to move on.
Chapter 9: Moving On
When the squadron moved to Texas in October, Lydia, the
kids, and I moved to The Dallas-Ft Worth area where I
was to enter an 18 month masters program in January at
one of the universities in the DFW metropolitan area.
We found a place to live and used the three months
before the new semester began to become acquainted with
the area. We were moving on and looked forward to new
adventures and challenges.
In December I mailed the sex tapes to Norm as a
Christmas gift and didn't even try and make them look
like they were coming from a concerned 'anonymous'
friend like I had initially planned to do. I really
didn't care anymore how they affected him. He just
wasn't worth any more of my time and energy. I just
included a little note that said, "Merry Christmas
Norm. Thought you might like to know what kind of a
slut whore your wife is and what she really thinks of
you. Your friend and pal, Dan."
My main concern was focusing on my obsession with
wanting to watch Lydia fuck and suck other men because
it was beginning to have an affect on the quality of
Lydia's and my sex life. She wasn't making any progress
in fixing that problem like she said she could. Her
tactics revolved around trying to be more 'spontaneous'
and inventive with our sex play. She would approach me
at odd times during the day like when I was studying
and start stroking my cock and begging me to fuck her
right then and there on the floor or on the table.
She also started training herself to be a good cock
sucker and did things like meeting me at the door when
I got home from class and would then drop to her knees
and pull out my cock to give me a blow job declaring
how hungry she was for my cock. She must have been
doing research on how to be a good cock sucker because
her technique really improved dramatically. And she
even began to develop a taste, or at least a tolerance
for my cumming in her mouth, although I could tell that
she still had an aversion to swallowing it and only did
it on the few occasions when I was able to generate
more cum than she could comfortably hold in her mouth
and some of it would slip down her throat.
We had settled down into a comfortable routine and
thought we had put all the events surrounding that
night that I caught Lydia and Norm fucking each other
in Chrissies room behind us, or so we thought. But one
day in early March I came home from classes late in the
afternoon and Lydia said that she had a very
interesting day. That morning she had received a phone
call from Frieda Parson. Tom was one of my squadron
mates and he and Frieda had been our duplex neighbors
when we were in the squadron.
Frieda told her that Norm and Beth were getting a very
messy divorce. Evidently someone had sent Norm a
Christmas present of a bunch of tape recordings of Beth
having phone sex with some guy and talking about how
much she loved fucking and sucking him whenever Norm
was deployed. Well Norm got so angry and drunk one
night when he confronted her with the evidence that he
knocked her around a bit and ended up breaking her nose
and giving her a big black eye and Beth had to go to
the base hospital for treatment.
Of course a report had to be made of the incident and
in the next couple of days the rumors were flying all
over the base. Beth filed assault charges on Norm and
he was arrested, booked, and released and was going to
be court martialed. He was probably going to be kicked
out of the Air Force, but at the very least his career
was totally ruined. Beth sued for divorce alleging
cruelty, abuse, and infidelity by Norm and Norm
countersued alleging Beth was unfaithful based on the
phone tape evidence.
Frieda thought that Lydia would want to know what had
happened to that dirt bag Norm and then she asked her
if she had any idea who Beth had been fucking. Lydia
told her that she had not heard of the problems between
Norm and Beth and had no idea who Beth might have been
fucking, but that she was very sorry to hear about the
way Beth was treated by Norm because Beth was the
innocent party in the whole mess and did not deserve to
be hurt the way Norm was hurting her. But then Lydia
told me that she had her whole point of view changed
later in the day when she received a package in the
afternoon mail.
The package contained copies of four phone tapes that
Beth had sent to Lydia with a note that said, 'Lydia, I
hope you will find these tapes enlightening and make
you understand that your husband is just as big, if not
a worse lying, two-timing, son of a bitch than my Norm.
Please listen carefully about what he really thinks of
you, you sanctimonious, self-righteous bitch whore.
Fuck you. Beth." There were four tapes of me and Beth
having phone sex where I was very explicit in
describing how Beth was a much better cock sucker,
fucker, and all around piece of ass than Lydia ever
thought about being and that Lydia could no longer
satisfy me enough to make me have an orgasm and that I
preferred to beat off than to fuck Lydia.
My heart froze because I was sure that Lydia would
think that I was no different than that sleaze bag Norm
and that everything that was now right between us would
be destroyed for good. And I thought that that bitch,
Beth, was just as devious and conniving as I had been
and was using me to nail Lydia for fucking Norm just as
I had used her to get even with Norm for fucking Lydia.
I looked at Lydia and I was afraid to open my mouth,
but I screwed up my nerve and said,
"I'm the one that made those tapes baby and I'm also
the one that was screwing Beth, but she didn't mean a
thing to me. I know what you must be thinking but
please, please let me explain and don't say anything
until you've heard me out. I was so damn proud of the
way you stood up for me and put those guys in their
place that day during the squadron meeting. You had the
courage to stand up to those prima donnas and make them
see themselves for the shallow, thin skinned,
hypocrites that they were, including me, with our
double standard rules of conduct for wives and fighter
pilots.
"I should have been the one to make that speech on your
behalf, instead you did it for me. But as much as I was
proud of you for being my strong, proud wife, I knew
that it could not substitute for my taking personal
satisfaction from Norm and personally hurting him the
way he hurt me by both violating you, and awakening in
me an unspeakable obsession that I never knew I was
capable of that made me feel like I was a sick
pervert."
I had to do something to redeem myself as a man and
recover my self-respect. The only thing that I could
think of was doing to his wife the same thing that he
did to mine. So I very deliberately set out on a
strategy of seducing Beth and using her to develop
incontrovertible evidence of her unfaithfulness to
Norm. It wasn't hard to get Beth into the sack. She was
so pissed at Norm that she jumped at the first advance
I made to her over lunch at the Surfside Breakers down
on the beach and insisted we go straight next door to
the surfside motel and jump in bed. But it wasn't
enough to just fuck her. I had to have incontrovertible
evidence that I could give to Norm to make him see that
his wife wanted to do it more than I did.
So I came up with the idea of having phone sex with her
that I could tape and send to Norm as proof of his
wife's infidelity. I had to keep meeting her for fuck
and suck sessions so that she would continue to have
phone sex between our meetings until I could get her on
tape saying things that would make it clear to Norm
that she was a cheating slut because he couldn't
satisfy her. In order to get her to talk trash about
Norm, I had to say things about how unsatisfying it was
to have sex with you and how much I preferred Beth
instead. She took the bait hook, line and sinker as you
could tell from those tapes.
It was wrong of me to deceive you like I did but it's
the only way that I could think of to begin to redeem
my self-respect short of finding Norm and beating the
shit out of him or killing the bastard, but I knew
those weren't real options. The first would have
probably gotten me a court martial and the second
either the chair or life in prison. Please don't hate
me baby. I'm terrified that this stupid stunt of mine
will cause me to lose you. Please forgive me. God I
don't want to lose you."
Beth looked at me and said, "Damn it Dan, how many
times do I have to keep telling you that I am your
woman forever. Remember our deal sweetheart? I don't
hate you sweetie. I could never hate you, no matter who
you fucked and for whatever reason. I will never stop
loving you no matter what you do. I meant what I said
darling when I said you owned me. You're my man baby
and you can fuck anyone you want to just as long as you
keep coming back home to me and my cunt and don't you
ever forget it.
I know why you had to fuck Beth and I'm glad you did
it. And I know you didn't mean those things you said to
her about her being a much better piece of ass than I
am. I understand perfectly why you had to say those
things. So don't worry about it baby. I never did
really like that snooty, arrogant bitch. She always
thought that she was the best looking piece of ass
around with her long legs and pointy tits. She used to
say that she didn't care about Norm chasing pussy all
the time because he always came crawling back to her
cunt since he never found one that was better than
hers. I only put up with her because she was Norm's
wife, and you and Norm were such tight buddies at the
time.
I kissed her passionately and said, "Sweetheart, I must
have been a saint in a prior life and you are my reward
from God, and I thank him every day of my life for
bringing us together, because I don't deserve you based
on my performance in this life so far. Thank you
darling for being mine."
I paused to hug her tight and then whispered in her
ear, "And just for the record angel, you are a five
star, world class, piece of ass. The woman doesn't
exist that can fuck like you can sweetie. If they gave
out Oscars or Olympic medals for best fuckers, you
would be a perpetual winner of the gold."
Lydia giggled and said, "I am a great piece of ass
aren't I, but it's always nice to hear you say so
honey. But seriously Dan, I know that I'm not so great
yet at sucking a cock and I'm pretty sure that Beth was
able to ring your bell pretty good in that department.
She used to brag about how good she was at deep
throating big, thick, long cocks while simultaneously
swallowing their cum without losing a drop. I know I'm
not there yet but I'm working on it, and one day soon I
hope you will be able to say that I'm also a five star,
world class cock sucker. But it takes practice and
there is no time like the present to work on it."
And then she dropped to her knees, opened my fly, and
pulled out my cock and started sucking on it. That was
such an erotic move for Lydia that it inflamed all my
senses and I quickly reached a massive orgasm and
spurted five or six huge wads of cum into her mouth
which she smoothly swallowed without losing a drop.
Then when I quit spurting she continued to suck and
squeeze my cock to drain every last bit of cum out of
my dick that was still remaining in the cum and piss
channel.
Then when she was sure I was dry, she removed my cock
from her mouth, looked up at me, licked her lips with
her tongue spreading my cum all over them, and said,
"That was really a very tasty load sweetie. I think I'm
really starting to develop that 'acquired taste' for
cock sauce that all the girls used to say that I would
eventually develop when we used to talk about our
experiences with sucking cocks. But I don't want to
jump to any false conclusions, so I might need a lot
more practice to be sure." Then she gave me a sexy
little smile and reached out with her tongue to lick
the end of my cock and stuck the tip of her tongue into
its hole wiggling it around and said to me, "You don't
mind my taking the extra practice do you baby?" I
replied breathlessly,
"Honey, that was a gold medal performance. I have never
before had it sucked with such erotic intensity. You
already qualify as a world class cock sucker and don't
need any more practice to reach that level of cock
sucking excellence. But it will take practice to stay
at that level, so you can have as much extra practice
as you need, anytime and anywhere baby. Just reach in
and whip it out and clamp your lips around it anytime
you feel the need. And oh, by the way, who is this
broad Beth that you keep talking about? Must be some
street tramp I guess. For sure no one that we need to
ever worry about for sure."
Chapter 10 Dealing With The Aftermath
We finally had put that squadron party and everything
connected with it behind us and moved on with our life.
I was feeling good about myself again and Lydia was
working hard on helping me overcome my obsession with
wanting to see her fuck and suck other men.
I really loved her for how hard she was working to help
me with my problem, but nothing seemed to work for very
long. In the beginning after I started school, the only
thing that really worked without fail whenever I was
fucking her and finding it difficult to bring myself to
an orgasm was conjuring up in my mind that image of her
fucking Norm that night and begging him to cum in her
cunt- and even then as the months passed that began to
become less and less effective and wouldn't always
work.
So after about four months I had to raise the ante, so
to speak, and started talking to her while I was
fucking her telling her how much the sight of her
fucking Norm had turned me on, and how much I wanted to
watch her fuck and suck other men. We called this
'dirty talking' while we were fucking.
I could tell Lydia was a little uncomfortable with me
talking to her about how erotic the sight of her
fucking Norm was to me and how I became so excited that
my cum was boiling up in my balls and cock and that I
was on the verge of having an intense spontaneous
orgasm and was sorry that I ever turned on that damn
light that stopped the whole thing. I was hoping that
she would respond to me by telling me how much she had
loved Norm's cock filling her cunt and how disappointed
she was that she had not had a chance to feel his
throbbing meat pump his cum into her cunt filling it to
overflowing with his powerful love juice.
But she didn't respond like I was hoping and
fantasizing that she would. Instead she would just say
things like, "I'm glad you're excited baby. I need your
sweet, hot, cum in me so bad. I can feel your
magnificent hot cock throbbing and straining to fill my
cunt with your wonderful cock sauce. Shoot it to me
lover, shoot it to me."
What I really wanted her to do was to tell me how much
she loved sucking Norm's cock and eating his cum and
how good his cock felt in her cunt and how much she
wanted to suck other men's cocks and eat their cum and
then have them fuck her brains out. But she just didn't
want to talk about the incident with Norm and she
wouldn't fantasize out loud about fucking and sucking
other men for me. So even that approach began to lose
its effectiveness as well over time, and I would have
to raise the ante again.
I moved up a level in the focus of my dirty talking
while I was fucking her and would ask her specific
questions about her fuck session with Norm trying to
get her to have a dialogue. For example I would ask her
how it felt to have Norm's dick in her cunt, and did
she like his dick better than mine, and didn't she wish
that he had cum in her cunt before I interrupted their
fucking.
I would ask about her feelings when she bared her tits
for him and grabbed his dick and masturbated him until
he shot his cum and creamed all over her hand and
whether she licked his cum off her hand with her
tongue. But she couldn't bring herself to respond the
way she knew that I was hoping she would and mostly
tried to avoid engaging in my efforts by saying she
didn't remember or that she didn't really enjoy the sex
she had with Norm because she was only trying to punish
him for using her.
Anyway, I continued to increase my level of dirty
talking until at the point I was starting my last
semester with about six months to go for my degree, I
had reached the point of begging her to take a lover so
I could watch her fuck another man to get my rocks off.
Lydia said that she wanted to help me with my
obsession, but she was afraid to just try and pick some
one up because it would be so risky and we really
didn't know anyone well enough for her to seduce like
that. But then I had another one of my famous
inspirations.
I had been going to the library every Friday and
Saturday night for the past three or four weeks to work
with my partner on our masters project for our degree.
Allen Finley was in the same program I was in and he
and I had teamed up at the suggestion of our sponsoring
professor.
Allen was about my age and a pretty good looking guy in
great physical condition and we got along great
together. He had already been over to the house three
or four times to relax with beer and chips watching
football games on the weekends. Lydia knew him well and
I knew she liked him as a real nice guy. I also knew he
appreciated Lydia's body because I had already noticed
him ogling her a few times when he thought no one was
looking.
I suggested to Lydia that if Allen and I started
meeting at our house every Friday and Saturday night to
do our research and work on our master's thesis project
that we could create an opportunity for getting into a
three way with Allen. I told Lydia that I knew he
lusted after her body and told her about how I noticed
him ogling her.
I said that all she had to do is to wear the kind of
clothes when he was around that would make it easy for
her to 'innocently' expose some of her assets to his
gaze and we could let 'nature' take its natural course.
She said that she would be willing to try with Allen if
that's what I really wanted and then went on to say
that she was only doing this because she loved me and
if it was indeed what I really wanted then she would do
it to make me happy. She said that since nothing else
had worked to date maybe if I really finally got to
watch her fuck someone else that it might be the answer
to finally curing me of my obsession.
It took three or four study sessions with Lydia dressed
in ways to inflame Allen's lust for her by leaning over
a little too much when bringing him a beer and letting
him get a good look at her tits, or sitting on the sofa
opposite the table where we were working watching TV
with her knees pulled up under her chin when she was
wearing a short skirt with no panties so Allen would
have a good view of her pussy and cunt. Then on one
Saturday evening about three weeks after we started our
campaign of softening up Allen and making him
susceptible to Lydia's charms our efforts paid off
better than I had hoped for.
Allen came over about 5:30 in the afternoon and we
started a pretty intensive study session as we were
fast approaching a point in our project where we were
going to have to make some decisions on what our next
steps would be. Lydia was really decked out like a real
sex pot. Her tits were almost falling out of the loose
halter top she was wearing and as usual she wasn't
wearing any panties under her short skirt.
When she wasn't keeping us well supplied with cold
beer, which she did frequently so she could flash her
tits at Allen, she watched TV on the sofa sitting
directly across from Allen so he would have a birds eye
view of her cunt. But Allen was so focused on the work
we were doing that he didn't seem to notice either her
tits or her pussy. I didn't notice that she was also
keeping pace with us and drinking just as much beer as
we were. Allen and I were so engrossed in our work that
as the evening progressed I didn't notice that Lydia
was beginning to get annoyed with not getting any
attention from us and was beginning to get a little
wasted.
After about four and a half hours of really hard
concentrated work, both Allen and I were burned out and
really feeling the effects of all the beer that Lydia
had been steadily supplying us and we decided to take a
break. Lydia hollered, "Hooray, it's about time. I was
beginning to think you two were gay in love with each
other and don't appreciate a good looking woman when
you see one." Allen had plopped down on the sofa next
to Lydia and I was in my big reclining chair next to
the sofa.
Allen was the first to respond to Lydia's outburst and
he said slurring his words, "Not true Lydia. Just
because we were working hard doesn't mean that we
didn't notice you. I happen to think that you have the
most magnificent pair of tits I have ever seen on a
woman. Now what do you think about that?" The effects
of all the beer we had drunk was making itself very
obvious now. Lydia responded, "Why Allen, baby, that's
the nicest thing you have ever said to me. You're
really turning me on big fella. Did you hear that Danny
baby? Allen loves my tits. That makes me tingle all
over."
I was really excited now because I knew that this could
be the moment we were hoping for, at least the moment I
was hoping for. I pretended to be kind of wiped out on
beer and said, "That's really nice honey. Why don't you
be nice to him while I rest my eyes for a few minutes
ok?" Lydia said, "Do you mean it Danny? Do you really
want me to be nice to him?" I said, "Yeah baby, I do.
Now you just be really nice to him and let him have
what ever he wants and let me rest my eyes for just a
little bit, please."
Lydia turned back to Allen and said, "Dan said I should
be really nice to you Allen and let you have what ever
you want. So what is your pleasure Allen honey?
Allen looked like he had seen a ghost and began
stammering, "Pleasure? W-what kind of pleasure? I'm not
sure... I mean what can I have?"
Lydia responded, "Oh my, decisions, decisions,
decisions, like being in a candy store and not knowing
where to begin. I tell you what Allen baby, why don't
we begin with my fucking you silly, and afterwards you
can suck on my magnificent tits while your balls work
overtime to refill you cum sac, and then I'll give you
a world class blow job and suck your cock and swallow
your sweet cum. After that we'll just play it by ear.
Ok sweetie pie? How does that sound to you?"
While she was telling him what she was going to do to
him, she had pushed him back onto the sofa and had
unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and shorts off
exposing his stiff hard cock. It was a good sized seven
incher and already had pre cum oozing from its piss
hole. Lydia bent over and licked up the pre cum and
said, "Boy it looks like I better hurry or that love
rod of yours will be making a mess all over my carpet
and we can't have that now, can we?"
Then she climbed on top of him and placed her cunt
directly over his hard cock and lowered it onto that
throbbing shaft until it was all the way in her cunt
and then started to slowly move her cunt up and down on
his shaft and started talking to him, "What do you
think of this Allen sweetie? Have you ever in your life
had your prick in a tighter cunt than this one? How
does it feel baby?
"Have you ever had a bitch work her cunt wall muscles
on your thick cock like mine is doing right now? Do you
want me to move faster or do you like this nice slow
pace better? Personally, I like a slow languid fuck. I
find that a slow buildup always intensifies the orgasm
of my partner and I get rewarded with a flood of cum
filling every empty space of my cunt. I love that hot,
smooth, creamy, cum baby, so take your time big guy and
build up a good big charge of your hot cock sauce for
me."
When I heard Lydia begin talking dirty to Allen I
opened my eyes and saw her lowering her cunt onto his
cock. I felt like screaming with joy. It was the most
erotic thing I had ever hoped to witness. Lydia was
acting the part of a hot whoring bitch better than most
real whores ever thought about doing. I got up out of
the chair and dropped my pants and shorts and walked
over to stand next to them on the couch and began
stroking my hard straining cock. Lydia was magnificent!
I had never seen her so completely turned on. The cum
was boiling in my balls. I said, "Lydia what are you
doing honey?" She answered, "Did you have a nice little
nap baby? I'm being real nice to Allen and giving him
what ever he wanted like you said darling."
Allen was petrified when he opened his eyes and saw me
standing there watching Lydia fuck him and began
stammering, "God I'm sorry Dan. I didn't mean for this
to happen. I'll leave right away and never come back. I
promise I."
He was trying to lift himself up on his elbows to get
up and I stopped him pushing him back down by his
shoulder and said, "Relax Allen. It's ok. You're a good
friend and a good partner, and friends and partners
should be willing to share. Lydia likes you a lot and I
don't mind sharing her. Aren't you enjoying this?"
He replied, "Oh my god yes. I've never been fucked like
this before. It's fantastic. Lydia is fantastic. You're
a lucky and good man Dan." When he said that Lydia
said, "Yes he certainly is and he shouldn't have to
beat his meat to get his rocks off either. Shove that
beautiful cock in my mouth darling. I want to taste
your hot cock sauce and feel it sliding down my
throat."
And so I did exactly that, and about 45 seconds later
all three of us exploded in massive orgasms. Allen
filled Lydia's cunt with so much of his hot cum that it
overflowed through the seal made by her cunt's outer
lips and his cock while I shot more of my cum down her
throat than I had ever produced before at one time.
Lydia said later that it was the most exquisite orgasm
that she had ever had. For the next four months every
Friday and Saturday night study session always finished
with a good three way fuck and suck session. I was in
heaven.
It's a miracle that Allen and I were able to finish our
project to get our degrees. But now we were splitting
up and going our separate ways, me back to the Air
Force, and Allen to a good job in Washington State. We
gave him a ride to the airport and on the way Lydia
gave him a parting blow job as a going away memento. We
promised to keep in touch and I told him any time he
was in our neighborhood to be sure and drop in for a
beer and one of Lydia's patented blow jobs and a good
fuck.
Chapter 11 Slaying Hidden Demons of the Mind
My next assignment out of grad school was to an east
coast fighter base located in a very popular tourist
area. This time, however, I was not a member of a
fighter squadron. Armed with my new computer science
degree, I was to be the director of the wing's computer
operations and network management division on the wing
staff. I was now a wing staff support officer
'affectionately' known by the squadron fighter jocks as
'straphangers', meaning staff officers that came down
to fly with them a few times a month to log our minimum
required flying time in order to qualify for our flight
pay.
Of course, not all staff officers were pilots. In fact
most weren't. But those of us who were rated pilots
were officially categorized as "behind the line mission
capable" pilots that were available to augment the
fighter squadrons in the event we became involved in
actual combat operations and flew at wartime surge
sortie rates. Squadron pilots were known as "mission
ready line pilots". The difference between mission
capable and mission ready was just a way of describing
the difference between levels of training and flying
proficiency. A squadron line pilot typically flew an
average of 22 to 25 training sorties per month while a
straphanger only logged five or six sorties a month.
Anyway, it was great being back in an Air Force
community again even if it was as a straphanger this
time. Our sex life was very good as our frequent three
ways with Allen had finally caused Lydia to finally
accept the fact that I really and truly did want her to
fuck and suck other men so I could watch to enhance my
own pleasure by seeing her perform with other men.
She confided in me that it also gave her a lot of
pleasure as well and she really missed our sessions
with Allen. She said that while she enjoyed the pure
physical act of fucking him and giving him good blow
jobs and feeling him cum in her cunt and mouth, what
really excited her the most and made her want to fuck
and suck Allen was the look of utter joy and happiness
on my face as I watched her service another man. The
knowledge that she was making me so completely happy
made her feel totally fulfilled as a woman and really
intensified her own orgasms to a level that she had
never imagined possible.
For the first year or so sex was great with Lydia as we
both enjoyed talking dirty to each other whenever we
fucked, reliving the great threesomes we had with
Allen, especially the memorable ones like when we both
would take turns switching between her cunt and ass
when we fucked her at the same time as in one cock in
her cunt and the other cock in her ass; and the times
when Lydia would suck both of our cocks at the same
time.
The last time she did it Allen and I both came at the
same time and Lydia scrambled unsuccessfully to swallow
two huge loads of our cum and ended up with a lot of it
spraying all over her tits and face. I remember Allen
and I laughed our asses off at the sight of Lydia
frantically scooping up as much of our cum as she could
on her fingers and then licking and eating it off her
fingers as fast as she could. Lydia stuck out her cum
laden tongue at both of us and said, "Wipe those stupid
grins off your faces you two assholes. It's a crime to
be wasting all this tasty cock sauce. From now on no
more simultaneous blow jobs for you two fuckheads. I'm
only going to suck one cock at a time, so get used to
it!"
But after a little over a year had passed I began
having my old problem again of having some difficulty
in reaching an orgasm with Lydia. We had milked our
three way experiences with Allen to the point that they
were becoming stale with overuse and I needed something
new. Lydia was concerned because she had hoped that the
great three-way sex we had with Allen would cure me of
the escalating nature of my compulsive obsession. But
she knew now that was not in the cards and she said to
me that she felt that we needed outside help to
understand how to deal with this problem of ours. I
knew in my heart she was right and I loved her all the
more for treating it as "our problem" and not my
problem. She then had a suggestion which was to be the
answer that would eventually solve all our problems-
even the ones that we didn't even know we had. But we
didn't know it at the time.
Lydia said that she had been talking to one of the
squadron wives one day and this wife was confiding in
her some of the sexual problems she and her husband had
been having and told Lydia that there was a woman
psychiatrist in town who specialized in counseling and
treating those kinds of problems between married
couples and had just worked wonders for she and her
husband. I might add that Lydia was a celebrity among
the women of the base and she was accepted immediately
by all of them as a heroine and role model of the type
of air force wife that they all wished they could be.
Lydia had become used to some of them confiding their
sexual problems in her and asking for her advice.
You see, the accounts of Lydia's performance that day
in the squadron briefing room had spread like wildfire
all through the air force fighter community until now
it had become part of the folklore of the air force.
One Friday evening soon after we reported in to our new
assignment, we were at the O Club having a quiet drink
at the bar together when we were approached by a young
lieutenant fighter pilot and he said,
"Excuse me Maj Bartlett, but are you the same Maj
Bartlett that used to be with 172nd before they moved
to Texas?" I replied, "Yes I am Lieutenant. How can I
help you?"
He said, "It's an honor to meet you sir. I'm Jeff
Bishop and I'm in the 332nd. I sure hope you will come
down and fly with us sir. It would be an honor to fly
on your wing," and then he turned to look at Lydia and
said to me, "And I presume sir this lovely lady is Mrs
Bartlett?"
I said, "You're correct again Lieutenant," and I looked
at Lydia and said, "Honey may I present Lieutenant Jeff
Bishop of the 332nd Fighting Demons," and to Lieutenant
Bishop I said, "Lieutenant, my wife Lydia." Lydia
extended her hand to the lieutenant and said, "I am
very delighted to meet you lieutenant", and he replied
in turn as he took her hand and bowed slightly, "The
delight is all mine ma'am. It is an honor to meet you.
Would you mind very much ma'am if I brought my wife
over. She is dying to meet you and she would never
forgive me if I didn't ask."
Lydia laughed and said, "By all means Lieutenant. I
would never want to be the cause of any distress
between such a gallant young gentleman and his lady,
and I would very much like to meet your wife. He broke
in to a big grin and lost all pretense at being formal
and said, "Wow! Fantastic. Now don't you two go
anywhere, I'll be right back." I looked at Lydia and
said, "Honey you're famous and I know why, and it makes
me so damn proud to be your husband I could bust."
And then Lieutenant Bishop arrived back with his pretty
young wife in tow and said to Lydia, "Mrs Bartlett,
this is my wife Suzie," and to his wife, "Honey this is
Mrs Bartlett." Suzie immediately started to gush all
over Lydia, "Oh, Mrs Bartlett I've heard so much about
you. It's an honor to know you. You are my ," and then
Lieutenant Bishop suddenly realized he had left me out
and interrupted his wife, "Oh gosh I'm sorry! Honey
this is Maj Bartlett's husband I mean this is Maj
Bartlett, Mrs Bartlett's wife no, I mean her husband oh
damn, I'm making a fool of myself!" I laughed and said,
"Relax Lieutenant. It happens to me as well every time
I find myself in the presence of two such stunningly
beautiful women like your lovely wife Suzie and my
Lydia." Suzie looked at me and said, "I'm very pleased
to meet you Maj Bartlett. Thank you for that very nice
compliment. Would you mind very much sir if I borrowed
your wife for a little while. I have a whole table full
of 332nd wives that are dying to meet her." Then she
looked at Lydia and said, "Please Mrs Bartlett, could I
impose on you?"
I said, "Go, go, go Lydia. I'm sure Lieutenant Bishop
here will keep me very good company bringing me up to
speed on the latest developments in fighter tactics
that have occurred while I have been goofing off for
the last two years in academia." Lydia smiled at Suzie
and said, "Lead on dear and please call me Lydia. Every
time I hear Mrs Bartlett I keep looking around for
Dan's mother."
Anyway, Lydia continued to explain her idea to me and
said that she had already been to see this female
psychiatrist on two occasions. Her name was Ingrid
Carlson and she was Swedish by birth and had emigrated
as a young girl with her parents to our country some 25
years ago. Lydia said she listened carefully to Lydia's
rough outline of our problem and said that it sounded
like there were other deep rooted factors at work than
the obvious ones involving the incident with Norm that
Lydia had recounted to her. But she thought that if we
were both willing to work with her that she felt like
she could help us.
She recommended that Lydia and I see her separately for
about five or six sessions each so that she could get
to know each of us better as individuals and begin to
probe for indicators that might be causing our
difficulties. She made sure that Lydia understood that
whatever Lydia told her during their sessions and
whatever I told her during ours would remain totally
confidential.
Professional ethics would not permit her to share
Lydia's thoughts with me or mine with Lydia. She told
Lydia that from what she knew so far that she was
fairly certain that both of us had individual issues
that needed to be resolved individually before we could
begin to work on our sexual relationship problems.
I agreed with Lydia's suggestion because the only thing
that had really worked for me so far were our three
ways with Allen. But trying to develop three way
opportunities with men from the air base was not an
option. It was just too risky as the consequences of
our sexual practices being discovered and brought to
the attention of my chain of command would surely have
resulted in the end of my air force career. And nothing
stayed secret on an air force base for very long. So
Lydia and I both began a course of treatment with
Ingrid that lasted for almost 15 months.
Lydia and I both would see Ingrid independently for
once a week for one hour. As it turned out, both of us
really had some deep-seated repressed hang-ups that
took a lot of time and trust for Ingrid to bring to the
surface. Although I did not find out about Lydia's
issues until we had completed our professional course
of doctor-patient treatments with Ingrid, because we
had agreed to honor Ingrid's wish that we not talk to
each other about what transpired in our individual
sessions with Ingrid while we were actively undergoing
treatment.
As for me, Ingrid helped me to understand that my
obsession with wanting to see Lydia fuck and suck other
men was not at all abnormal. She said this was a very
common fantasy for married men to have and showed me
many scholarly studies that consistently documented
that on average as many as 40% to 50% of all married
men secretly wished to see their wives fuck and suck
other men. And of that group, at least 60% actually got
to really experience watching their wife fuck and suck
one or more men on a regular basis. She said that in
many husbands, the fact that other men desired their
wives made them feel more masculine and strong knowing
that their wives chose them, the husbands, above other
men who also found the wife to be sexually desirable.
Ingrid's advice to me was not to be ashamed of these
feelings and not to try and repress this desire, but to
acknowledge it to Lydia. Share my fantasies about her
fucking and sucking other men when we were fucking each
other and tell her how good it made me feel to see how
attractive and sexually desirable she was to other men
knowing that she had chose me and that she was my
woman.
According to Ingrid, this feeling was a normal instinct
in all male animals who vied and fought for dominance
over each other in having access to females in order to
procreate their species. The same instinct was always
present in human males only it was more often than not
suppressed or expressed in more genteel ways than
fighting, due to the mediating effects of being
civilized. By giving permission for their woman to fuck
and suck another man while they watched was one of the
ways that many men validated their own potency and
dominance over other males. In their minds it was like
saying, "I own this very desirable female and you can
fuck her and enjoy her body only because I, your
superior, grant you permission."
But in my case their were other factors also at work
that made this natural male instinct that most men
usually expressed as harmless fantasies to heighten the
intensity of the sexual experience with their women. In
my case it became an obsessive compulsion to actually
physically see my wife being possessed and fucked by
other men and then to watch her suck other men's cocks
and eat their cum. It took over nine months of work
with Ingrid constantly probing and asking questions and
drawing me out until in the end she made me acknowledge
the source of my obsession and helped me to understand
that it was the result of many years of repressing some
very deep conflicted feelings I had for my mother.
My mother was a very beautiful and sexy woman. She was
also a very promiscuous woman. During her teen years,
she had been very wild and fucked and sucked anything
on two legs that had a cock. She was so addicted to
fucking that she had actually tried out being a whore
for about a year and a half when she was seventeen and
eighteen before she met my dad. And even after they
were married she had a number of affairs, which she
never tried to hide from dad, but he loved her so much
that he always took her back.
When I was sixteen she caught me in my room jacking off
one afternoon and said that I didn't have to do that
because she was my mother and mother's were supposed to
take care of the needs of their children, and before I
knew what was happening she pushed me back on my bed,
dropped her skirt and panties and climbed on top of me
and took my virginity and proceeded to fuck my brains
out.
My mom was really a great piece of ass and still ranks
in my book as one of the best lays I have ever had. She
could make her cunt do magic things to my cock. For the
next couple of years until I left for college she and I
had frequent regular sex together at least once or
twice a week including oral sex. The truth is that my
mother was truly a world class cock sucker. To this day
I have never found a woman who could suck a cock as
good as my mom could and enjoyed eating cum more than
she did. I knew at the time that what we were doing was
wrong and incestuous and I was feeling guilty about
fucking my dad's wife. But I was young and horny and
loved the fact that I was getting fucked and sucked by
a beautiful woman several time a week, even if she was
my mom, while most of my buddies were still dreaming
about getting their first piece of ass.
I suspect that my dad knew that mom and I were
regularly fucking and sucking each other for that last
two years I was in high school, but he never let on
that he knew about it and so we all pretended that
everything was normal. After I left home for college,
the only time I could fuck mom was when I came home for
summers and holidays, and mom and I would try and make
up for lost time. Dad still acted as if nothing out of
the ordinary was going on, until the last time I came
home for Xmas just before I graduated.
Dad was working the night shift and mom and I were
decorating the Xmas tree when she said we needed a
little fun break. She got down on her knees and pulled
down my pants as I was standing there in front of the
tree and pulled out my cock and said that she was going
to give me one of my presents a little early and began
giving me one of her fantastic blow jobs. Just as I
started to explode and began shooting my thick jets of
cum into her mouth, dad unexpectedly walked in and saw
mom with my cock in her mouth and my cum oozing out and
dribbling down her chin.
Mom saw him walk in to the room but kept on sucking and
swallowing my cum until I was dry and then she turned
and looked at dad while licking the cum off her lips
with her tongue and said, "Goodness Herb, you're home
early tonight. Hope there wasn't any trouble at the
plant. Have you had supper yet? I'll fix you something
to eat if you haven't."
It was surreal. My mom was acting like it was just a
normal every day thing for her husband to walk in on
her giving their son a blow job and eating his cum. Dad
didn't say a word to me. He looked like a crushed man,
with his shoulders slumped as he quietly replied to
mom, "This is the end Evelyn. I put up with all the
other men over the years because I love you and
couldn't help myself. But this is more than even I can
stand. I knew you have been fucking Danny these last
five or six years but I just put it out of my mind
hoping that you would tire of him eventually. But this
is so depraved that even I can't take anymore." Then he
looked at me and said, "Merry Xmas Danny. I hope you
have a good life son." Then he turned and walked out of
the house and neither mom or I ever saw or heard from
him again.
Mom saw the horrified look on my face and said, "Oh
don't worry Danny. He'll be alright. He just needs a
little fresh air that's all. Now it's my turn baby. Why
don't you slip that beautiful hot cock of yours into my
cunt and fuck my brains out for my early Xmas present."
And she laid down on her back with her legs spread and
opened up her cunt lips with her fingers so I could
plainly see the inviting wet entrance to her love
chamber.
I was in shock over what had just transpired and was
completely unable to have an erection. Mom could see
the state I was in and told me it was alright and she
knew that it was upsetting for me to see dad so down
and depressed and that it was ok and I didn't have to
fuck her right then and we would just wait until
tomorrow after a good night's sleep. The next morning I
got up early and left town to go back to school before
mom woke up. I never saw or spoke to my mom again.
I tried to put the events of that night out of my mind
and finished my last semester of school and joined the
Air Force and never looked back. From time to time over
the years I would hear things about mom from old high
school friends. One of them told me that she had
returned to whoring and for quite a few years had a
reputation for being one of the best high-class and
most expensive whores in the city. He said that when he
knew her she fucked by appointment only, and he had
fucked her quite a few times and could vouch for her
reputation.
He said that he had been very successful in business
and could afford to buy my mom whenever he needed to
get his pipes cleaned out and that she was worth every
cent she charged. But that was quite a few years ago,
and the last word I had was that as she got on in years
and started to show her age with wrinkles and sagging
tits that she had been reduced to working in a sleazy
whorehouse on the wrong side of the tracks and
specialized in servicing johns that liked to fuck
mature older women while they were fantasizing that
they were fucking their own mothers. I suspect she was
very good at that because she had lots of real life
experience with a real mother fucker- me.
Ingrid made me understand that the repressed and
unresolved love-hate feelings that I had for my mother
and the guilt I had for being the final instrument that
broke my dad's will and caused him to abandon us, was
the source of all my sexual hang-ups. It was the reason
I couldn't bring myself to kick Lydia out of my life
when she fucked Norm even though I still loved her,
because that was the way my dad was with mom and all of
her affairs, and I was, in my own mind, somehow paying
a debt and honoring my dad by emulating what he would
have done. It was also the source of my obsessive
compulsion in wanting my wife to fuck and suck other
men just like my mother did.
The sight of Lydia fucking Norm that night was the
trigger that unleashed that compulsion from its
repressed dormant state. And my insistence that night
that Lydia get paid anytime she fucked another man so
she would not be just a common slut and could call
herself a whore was my way of resolving the repressed
love-hate feelings I had for my mother who was also a
whore. If I could love my wife when she was a whore,
then it followed that I could also still love my whore
of a mother and not hate her even though I could not
bring myself to ever have any more contact with the
bitch again.
Ingrid had worked wonders with me helping me to
understand the source of my sexual hang-ups. But more
importantly she made me understand that I was not in
some way an unnatural pervert for wanting my wife to
fuck other men. Lots of men wanted their wives to fuck
other men. She said that some of my cravings were
perhaps a little kinky; but so what? Everyone engaged
in some type of kinky sexual practices.
To some people blow jobs and cunt sucking were kinky
and to others those were perfectly normal enjoyable
practices, but ass fucking might be considered kinky
except to women who had five or six children and had
stretched their cunts so much that they preferred being
fucked in the ass. Kinky sex practices added spice and
intensity in the pleasure of having sex and what was
kinky to one might be perfectly normal to someone else.
During what was to be my last one-on-one therapy
session with her on one Saturday morning she summed up
the results of our year long excursion through the
hidden recesses of my psyche and said that I should
accept my kinky desires and share them with my wife
honestly and openly and I would be amazed at how
liberating it would be and open up whole new vistas of
erotic sexual pleasure for both of us. She cautioned me
that because my mother was a whore, that I would
probably always have a secret desire for my wife to be
a whore. But because I now understood the reason and
source for that desire that I should be able to manage
it and not let it interfere with my relationship with
Lydia.
I asked her if I should encourage Lydia to see what it
was like to be paid for fucking other men to see if it
excited her. She said that Lydia has made great
progress in losing many of her sexual inhibitions and
it would not hurt for me, now and then, to gently share
my secret fascination and desire for Lydia to maybe try
out how it feels like to be a whore and experiment with
fucking other men for money to see if she liked it and
how it made her feel, but that I should not constantly
harp on it, or ever try and force her to do it. If she
ever wanted to have an experience of being a whore,
then she would do it on her own, and if she did, that
would be the ultimate erotic act for me because no one
forced my mom to be a whore and Lydia would be
emulating my mom.
Ingrid said that the decision on whether Lydia should
be a whore or not is one of the most deeply personal
decisions any woman is ever confronted with. It doesn't
matter what kind of whore either, as in a full-time
professional whore, a kept mistress who fucked her man
on demand in return for his financial support, a part-
time week-end type occasional whore, or just a
promiscuous woman who may not demand payment for sex,
but never turns it down when it is offered.
She said that to any woman that decision ranks right up
there with deciding on which man she wants to be the
first to ever fuck her in the cunt and break her one
and only cherry. But if I tried to force her to be a
whore against her will or before she was ready to make
that decision on her own, it would destroy the trust in
our relationship, probably beyond any hope of repair.
Ingrid's last word on the subject really titillated me
when she said, "But having said all of that, I think I
can re-emphasize the point without violating any
professional ethics or confidences that Lydia has also
made tremendous progress in her therapy just as you
have, and she might just pleasantly surprise you some
day in the future."
And then she told me that this would be our last
professional doctor-patient session and I would not
need to see her any more until the time was right for
Lydia and I to meet with her together, but that she
still needed a little more time with Lydia alone. She
said that I had come a long way from when she first met
me and felt that she could do no more for me, but was
proud of the way I was able to understand and deal with
all the complex and powerful emotions that had been
bedeviling me for all these years and that Lydia was a
very lucky woman to have a man like me to love her and
to make love to her.
Then she said that while this would end our doctor
patient relationship, that she still wanted very much
to keep in touch with Lydia and I to follow the
progress of our relationship. She said that ours was
one of the most unusual and difficult problems that she
had ever confronted and she wanted to write it up as a
scholarly report for publication in the Journal of
American Psychiatry- with our identities concealed and
protected of course. And of course, I agreed provided
that Lydia also agreed, which I was sure that she
would.
I was greatly pleased with her comments and stepped
forward to give her a big heartfelt grateful hug for
all she had done for me and Lydia, and as I did I felt
my cock getting hard all of a sudden. I held her tight
and said to her, "Dr Carlson I am so grateful for every
thing you have done for me and Lydia. I wish there was
some way that I could thank you besides just your fee."
She pulled back slightly from my embrace and gave me a
very wet French kiss slipping her tongue into my mouth
and simultaneously reached down to feel my now rock
hard cock and then said to me, "Not Doctor Carlson Dan
but Ingrid-the Ingrid who has been lusting after your
body for many months now. It's all right baby. I'm not
your doctor anymore and you're not my patient. I'm just
a woman who wants to feel your hard cock in my cunt
shooting your powerful love juice deep into my womb. So
if you really want to find another way to thank me
besides just paying my fee, then you can do it by
fucking me now Dan and fucking me hard and deep."
If I have failed to mention it before, then let me say
it now. Ingrid Carlson was a very beautiful woman with
large delectable tits and a very shapely set of hips
that I was sure contained a captivating pussy and cunt
and she was probably only two or three years older than
Lydia and I at the most. I was very happy and excited
to answer her by saying, "It would be my very great
pleasure to fuck you Ingrid baby. I have only
fantasized about this for the last year. Now let's get
naked." Before I could finish she had already dropped
her skirt and ripped off her blouse. She had not been
wearing any underclothes at all and was completely
naked as she started to rip my clothes off my body. Her
pussy and cunt did not disappoint me as it was already
swollen and wet with the juices of her desire.
I said to her, "Why Ingrid, you little conniving vixen.
You were planning this all along weren't you? Well I'm
ecstatic that you were baby because I have been
dreaming about sucking out your cunt," as I threw her
down on her patient couch and dived into that delicious
cunt sucking and licking up all of her tasty pussy and
cunt juices as she writhed under my ravishing mouth.
But after about a minute of this she pushed my head
away and gasped, "Later, later baby. You can bury your
head in my cunt later and eat to your hearts content,
but right now I want your huge, hot throbbing cock deep
in my cunt so shove it in me now!"
Well that's exactly what I did and had the wildest ride
that I had ever had by any woman including my mother
and Lydia. She bucked and humped her cunt against my
thrusting cock with such power and ferocity that I
thought she would throw me off onto the floor. When I
started to pump my cock sauce into her cunt she went so
wild that all I could do was to hold on for dear life
until she completed her powerful orgasm. That woman
really knew how to fuck! I spent the next five hours in
her arms. She was insatiable as she both fucked and
sucked my cock so many times that by the end of the
afternoon I was so spent that my balls were on strike
refusing to produce any more cum and my cock was
incapable of any more erections.
Ingrid finally relented and took pity on me and said,
"Congratulations Dan. You were magnificent baby. You
lasted over twice as long as any other lover I have
ever had and your cum is the thickest, creamiest and
best tasting cock sauce that I have ever had pass my
lips and coat my stomach and throat. Now I know why
Lydia wants you to own her completely- body and soul.
She is indeed a very lucky woman to have a man like
you. If anything should ever happen beyond yours or
anyone's control to split you and Lydia up, I'll gladly
and eagerly be your woman and sex slave for life." I
replied,
"Thank you for that Ingrid. You also were the most
enthusiastic, challenging, and exciting piece of ass
that I have had in a very long time. And as for my
splitting up with Lydia; that may happen sooner than
you think. What am I going to do and say when I get
home in a little while and Lydia wants to be fucked and
my cock and balls refuse to respond because you have so
thoroughly robbed them of all their ability to make cum
and get hard for at least 24 hours? She's not dumb you
know, and it won't be hard for her to figure out that I
have been trying to fuck your brains out all
afternoon."
Ingrid laughed and said, "Not to worry my sweet. I
don't think you will have any trouble with Lydia. I
confided in her a long time ago about how much I wanted
to fuck your brains out. She told me about the deal the
two of you made the morning after she had fucked your
friend Norm. And she said that you were free to fuck
anyone you wanted to, and while she hoped you would not
want to fuck anyone but her, but that if you did she
would never complain. And then she said that if I could
help the two of you solve your sex related problems,
that she would happily let me fuck you anytime I
wished. So just relax baby."
I then said, "Well then, spread your legs sweetheart.
My cock and balls may be temporary battle casualties,
but there isn't a damn thing wrong with my hard tongue
and I still haven't had a chance to suck out your
fabulous cunt and pussy." And then I buried my face in
her cunt for the next half hour and sucked and licked
every part of that delectable juicy love palace of hers
driving her to three more massive orgasms until she
finally cried uncle and yelled "Enough, enough! My god,
every nerve in my body is on fire and my muscles feel
like wet noodles. I am completely drained of all
energy. Let's call it a draw lover. I may have finally
met my match!"
I followed Ingrid's advice to the letter and was indeed
amazed at how much better the fucking and sucking was
with Lydia. She even opened up and began eagerly
engaging in erotic dirty talking with me while we
fucked and sucked each other. She confided in me how
excited she was when she was jacking off Norm that
night and actually ate up all his cum that was all over
her hand after he went to bed in my daughter's room.
And she said she really did want to feel his cock in
her cunt not because she was angry with him or even
loved him in some way, but instead because of her
secret desire to know what it was like to fuck other
men besides me since she was a virgin when I met her
and she had never fucked anyone but me.
And I would tell her how much it excited me to imagine
her humping her cunt against another man's thrusting
cunt and then sucking his cock dry of all his cum and
eating it down her throat like she used to do with
Allen. She would reply that she would love to suck
strange cocks but she would make them pay for it. That
would really inflame me and I would say you mean you
would like to be my little whore, and she would answer
with something like I'm sure thinking about it and that
it would really be exciting to have a man pay her for
using her body, and didn't I think so too?
Sex with Lydia had never been better. What I did not
know until several months later was that Ingrid had
also found in Lydia a lot of sexually based desires
that she had been suppressing for many years because
she was afraid that I would hate her for them. They
were mainly based on the fact that Lydia had an almost
overpowering urge to have sex with other men to satisfy
herself that when she chose me that she had indeed
chosen the most virile masculine man possible to be her
partner in sex.
Ingrid explained to her that what she was experiencing
was an unusual manifestation of a basic primal instinct
that was present in all female animals including human
females to be sure that when they mated with a male of
their species to produce an offspring that they would
be impregnated by the strongest male available. Among
animals that was always easy to determine because the
males would often fight to the death for the right to
mate with a prime female and of course the winner was
clearly the strongest with the best genes to pass on.
But that method was generally not available to human
females because of the civilizing influence of our
cultures. So all a female had to rely on in many cases
in making her choice in the best male to impregnate her
was the quality of his love making.
So that was what was at the root of Lydia's desire to
fuck other men, nothing more than a primal instinct
desire to be satisfied that in choosing me to be the
one to impregnate her with our children that she had
chosen correctly and wisely. But in our civilized
modern society where fights to the death for the right
to impregnate fertile females were not condoned, the
only way that she could know for sure that I was the
right choice, was to fuck other men to see if she could
ever find one that could measure up to me. Fortunately
for me she never did, and up to now still hasn't found
one that could even begin to come close to equaling my
ability to satisfy her. But lucky for me, she hasn't
given up the search!
Well, Lydia continued to see Ingrid for about another
six months and seemed to be very happy with the
results. I didn't pry and try to find out what kinds of
issues they were working on as I was honoring our
original agreement with Ingrid that Lydia and I would
not share with each other what transpired in our
individual sessions with Ingrid until such time as
either Ingrid said it was ok or we had completed our
therapy sessions with Ingrid. When one day Lydia came
home late in the afternoon after a session with Ingrid
looking very happy and said, "I just had my last one-
on-one session with Ingrid and she would like to see
the two of us at her condo instead of her downtown
office together next Saturday to begin wrapping every
thing up. Isn't that just wonderful darling!" And of
course I agreed that it was indeed wonderful.
Chapter 12: Inhibitions Exorcised
Lydia and I showed up for our first joint therapy
session with Ingrid at her condo apartment the
following Saturday morning. We were both excited about
the progress we had made under her guidance so far and
were both looking forward to continuing with our
therapy together. Ingrid welcomed us and said that what
she wanted to do on that day was to review with both of
us the progress we had both made over the last year and
a half and with both of our permissions to now divulge
to each other the results of our individual courses of
therapy.
We both agreed and Ingrid began to talk about all the
things that she had helped us to discover about
ourselves and basically recited all the things that I
have already revealed earlier in this account. Then she
asked us how we each felt about the quality of our love
making now as opposed to before we entered therapy.
Lydia spoke up first and said that it has been
absolutely wonderful. Because she now understood the
source of all her hang-ups that she used to have about
being perceived as a tramp and slut if she allowed
herself to really enjoy the full range of sexual
activities that were available to her, and that she was
now no longer afraid to indulge in things that turned
her on.
Now she was able to really enjoy having me eat out her
cunt and pussy and really take pleasure in sucking my
cock and eating my cum. She felt totally liberated in
being able to openly admit that she too harbored
fantasies about fucking other men just as I wanted her
to do without being afraid that I would think she was a
slut whore. She greatly enjoyed being able to freely
express her most erotic desires and thoughts when we
engaged in fucking and sucking each other and she was
really looking forward to being able to fulfill my
desire of watching her fuck and suck other men.
When it was my turn I said pretty much all the same
things that Lydia had already said but I added that the
most important thing for me was that I now understood
that my obsessive compulsion for seeing Lydia fuck and
suck other men was a normal desire shared by many
married men and did not mean that I was a pervert and
would be viewed that way by my wife.
In fact to hear Lydia express her desire to also fuck
other men was the most exciting thing I had heard in
years. It meant that I could share all my secret
thoughts and desires with my wife that I had been
afraid to express before. It was the happiest I had
been in years. But the best part of all is that I had
not had any problems in achieving erections and
reaching very intense and satisfying orgasms when Lydia
and I made love in over six months. I felt completely
cured.
Ingrid said that she was very happy for both of us and
felt that her work was done. Then she told us both that
there would be no need for any further therapy sessions
with either of us individually or jointly together and
wished us a very happy and satisfying sex life
together.
Then just as she did with me, she announced that this
now ended our doctor patient relationships with her and
she stood up and opened her arms to embrace us. Lydia
and I both moved into her arms and we had a big group
hug there in the middle of her office with Lydia and I
both kissing her on her cheeks, neck and face. At least
that's where I was kissing her.
But then I was stunned when I saw Lydia passionately
French kissing Ingrid and massaging her tits with her
free hand that she had slipped under Ingrid's blouse. I
had never seen my wife do something like that before to
another woman and I stepped back a little to watch her.
It was extremely erotic and I could feel a raging hard
on beginning to grow in my pants.
Lydia gently maneuvered Ingrid over to her patient
couch while she was kissing her and then unfastened
Ingrid's skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ingrid had
no panties on and her cunt and pussy were already wet
as Lydia pushed her down onto the couch and then moved
between her legs and started eating Ingrid's pussy. She
was licking her slit valley with her tongue and
nibbling gently on her pussy lips and then she moved to
the entrance of her cunt sand began sucking up Ingrid's
cunt juices.
The sight of Lydia enthusiastically eating Ingrid's
cunt and pussy and slurping up her copious cunt juices
was more that I could stand. I had to fuck my wife
before I exploded and came all over Ingrid's floor. I
moved behind Lydia where her butt was sticking up as
she was on her stomach eating out Ingrid's cunt and I
shoved my cock into her cunt from the rear. Lydia
immediately began pushing her cunt into my cock as I
thrust in to her. Ingrid was moaning and begging Lydia
to suck her clit which was now protruding from its
protective sheath and Lydia quickly took it between her
lips and started sucking on that swollen clit.
Both Ingrid and Lydia began humping and bucking as
their orgasms started to reach their peak. Ingrid was
hollering for Lydia to suck faster on her clit and
Lydia was moaning loudly as she struggled to keep her
mouth and lips on Ingrid's clit as Ingrid's hips and
cunt were wildly bucking up and down. My own cum was
boiling in my balls and making its way up to my cock as
I thrust my cock as hard as I could into Lydia's cunt.
In about a half a minute all three of us exploded in
massive simultaneous orgasms. Mine was so intense that
my cock shot at least six or seven huge jets of thick
hot cum into Lydia's cunt as the muscles of her cunt
walls contracted tightly around my swollen member.
Lydia was squealing in delightful agony as she felt my
hot cum filling her cunt at the same time that Ingrid's
cunt was filling her mouth with a flood of her
delicious cunt juice.
As the intensity of our orgasms began to wane and we
were all coming down and recovering our senses, Ingrid
was breathing deeply with her eyes closed, my cock was
beginning to lose its stiffness in Lydia's cunt and
Lydia was resting her cheek on Ingrid's pussy when she
said, "Oh my God that was wonderful. It was beautiful,
just beautiful. Ingrid you flooded my mouth with a
torrent of your delicious cunt juice. I loved it! And
Dan honey, I didn't think you were ever going to stop
shooting your thick loads of hot cum into my cunt. I've
never had it feel so full before."
Ingrid then opened her eyes wide and said with some
urgency, "Quick Lydia. Sit on my face quickly. Hurry.
Put your cunt on my mouth so I can suck out all Dan's
tasty cum before it leaks out of your cunt. Let's not
waste it dear!" Lydia quickly slid her cunt up to
Ingrid's mouth pulling it away from my cock as she did
and Ingrid began sucking my cum out of her cunt.
"Oh my God is this tasty. Lydia, the mixture of your
cunt juice and Dan's warm cock sauce is heavenly," said
Ingrid. Lydia replied, "Oooh Ingrid, that sounds
delectable. I can't wait for Dan to fuck you so I can
suck up your cunt juice mixed with his cum. I'll bet
it's just as heavenly." Then Lydia looked back at me
and said, "Come on baby. Put you cock in my mouth so I
can suck out the cum still left in it and let it mix
with the cunt juice from Ingrid's cunt still left in my
mouth." It was a magic moment for me to realize my wife
not only really enjoyed eating my cum but was also into
eating another woman's cunt as well.
When the two women finally had their fill of cock sauce
and cunt juice, Ingrid got up and mixed us all some
cocktails (alcohol type cocktails) and suggested that
we retire to her bedroom to relax and enjoy our drinks
and when we felt ready for round two we could be a lot
more comfortable on her king size bed. She said that
next she wanted to eat Lydia's cunt while I fucked her.
Lydia said that was a marvelous idea. Later when we
were all sitting around I said,
"Lydia you never cease to amaze me baby. I never
dreamed you were into women as well as men. The sight
of you so enthusiastically and expertly, I might add,
eating out Ingrid's pussy and cunt made me crazy to
want to fuck your brains out. God I loved it just about
as much as I loved to watch you fuck Allen and suck his
cock and eat his cum. Where have you been hiding that
talent baby?" Lydia giggled and said, "I'm so happy you
enjoyed it sweetheart. I think Ingrid and I have a
little confession to make.
You see this is what the extra individual time that she
spent with me was all about. During my freshman year in
college I had some lesbian experiences with my first
roommate, Mary, that lasted about six weeks before she
dropped out of school. We experimented almost every
night with different ways of bringing ourselves to
orgasms like eating out each others cunts, or sometimes
rubbing our pussy's up against each other until we
came, or engaging in mutual finger fucking.
But even as I was enjoying her body every night, I had
this fear of becoming a real lesbian because I really
wanted to meet a nice man to marry and have babies. So
when she left school after six weeks, I vowed to not
let myself get involved with another woman like that
again and I suppressed all those desires until
eventually I met you and you were the answer to all my
prayers and that experience with Mary faded into a dim
memory. But Ingrid knew there was something else that
was bothering me besides that mistake with Norm that
night and her patient probing brought it out."
Then Ingrid broke in and said, "That's right Dan. I
could tell when I first met her that Lydia is obviously
a very sensuous woman with a healthy sexual appetite.
Before the incident with Norm, her reluctance to suck
your cock and let you cum in her mouth was a little
suspicious but not especially alarming. However, her
reluctance to let you really eat her pussy to orgasm
made me very suspicious that something else was causing
her inhibitions. Most married women love to have their
pussies eaten out by their husbands. It took some
probing but we found the source and I was able to
demonstrate to Lydia that just because she liked to eat
pussies did not mean that she is a lesbian. It just
means that she is bisexual. It is very common for women
to be bisexual. It's even more common than men who like
to watch their women being fucked by other men. I'm a
bisexual. I enjoy both men and women."
Then I interrupted her and said, "Boy, you can say that
again. Truer words were never spoken." Lydia then
laughed and broke in and said, "Oh Dan don't worry
silly. You don't have to be so careful and cryptic. I
know you and Ingrid fucked and sucked each other all
afternoon on the day of your last visit with her. You
see, Ingrid and I ended our doctor patient relationship
over 3 months ago and she and I have been enjoying each
other's bodies during my visits for the last three
months. She asked me if it would be ok if she seduced
you and fucked your brains out on your last visit. Of
course, I said yes by all means fuck him any time you
want to. I'll bet she didn't have to work very hard to
get into your pants, now did she?"
I said, "Weeelll, it wasn't really a fair test. She
caught me at a vulnerable moment when I was feeling sad
that our meetings were ending. I'm usually not that
easy a pushover I'll have you two know!" They both
busted out laughing and Ingrid said, "I'll have you
know Lydia, that he was such a tough cookie too crack
that I just barely got my mouth around his cock before
he exploded in my mouth with a huge load of cum!"
Then I said, "Anyway this is really fabulous the way
everything has turned out. Lydia, I'll bet we can find
some swinging couples in town to have some group sex
parties with. You can catch up on your cunt eating that
you have gone so long without and I'll get to watch you
fuck and suck other men. And the best part is that we
can keep it all separate from our life on the base.
What do you think babe? How about it?"
Lydia gave a big smile and said, "Honey, Ingrid and I
are way out in front of you on this. Ingrid has already
put me in touch with a few swinging couples who are
looking for some compatible types like us to have some
great sex with. I've already made a date for us to have
dinner over at Sally and Ted's home next Saturday
night. I met Sally for lunch the day before yesterday
and we hit it off great. We can't wait to get into each
other's pants. And I think when you see her, you won't
be able to wait either. She has a great body and is
looking forward to your big eight inch cock."
Chapter 13: Nirvana Found and Interrupted
Well, for the next couple of years, life and sex for
Lydia and I were both absolutely fantastic. We got
hooked into a swinging group of eight or ten couples
who really enjoyed group sex, sharing each other's
wives and husbands among everyone in the group. I got
to watch Lydia fuck and suck other men on a regular
basis and Lydia got to eat lots of cunts and pussies.
Our personal sex life at home was out of this world.
She became such a real wild woman in bed that it wasn't
uncommon for me to have to cry uncle when she fucked my
cock into a state of total exhaustion. I didn't
complain though because her antidote for reviving it
was to give me a fantastic blow job and she relished
eating my cum.
We also developed a continuing close friendship with
Ingrid. We saw her on a regular basis to help her
structure the paper that she hoped to publish about her
work with Lydia and I. Of course it wasn't all work. We
usually reserved at least three or four hours to fuck
and suck each other in various three three-way
combinations. Ingrid was also a regular attendee at the
group sex parties with our circle of participating
swinging couples.
It was not a surprise when we discovered that all of
them either singly or as couples were once patients of
Ingrid's. Often she came as a substitute "wife" when
the wife of one of our regular couples couldn't attend
one of our group fuck and suck sessions for one reason
or another. When she came by herself, she acted as a
kind of conductor of events making suggestions on which
husbands and wives ought to pair off with each other
for fucking or maybe some 69 type sucking. Our group
sex was always better when Ingrid was there.
I sure liked it when she was there because she always
made sure that the men with the biggest cocks fucked
Lydia. There were only two or three guys in the group
who had cocks that were the equal of my eight incher.
But one of them had a full nine inch sausage that Lydia
really enjoyed and so did I especially when she sucked
it off and swallowed its huge load of cum.
But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and we had
been assigned at this location on the east coast for
right at five years when I got promoted to Lt Colonel
and then got drafted back into a primary flying job
which I certainly did not anticipate, but was not at
all unhappy about it. The downside was that I was being
sent to the far east to one of our fighter wings in the
Pacific Air Force Command (PACAF) as an assistant
operations officer of a front line fighter squadron.
It seems that the air force was experiencing one of its
periodic personnel problems in the flying officer ranks
and felt that it had a shortage of experienced field
grade fighter pilots to fill out the necessary
supervisory positions in all air force fighter
squadrons. So it was looking into the support officer
career fields and tapping anyone like me that had a lot
of fighter experience and drafting us back into primary
flying jobs.
The real decision for Lydia and I to make was for how
long this next assignment would be. Normally it would
be for three years. But since I had already had two
remote one year overseas tours without my family being
able to accompany me early in my career during the war,
I had the option of accepting a three year assignment
with my family accompanying me, or opting instead for
an unaccompanied curtailed 15 month tour. After talking
it over, Lydia and I decided that the 15 month tour
would be best. Our son Joey and daughter Chrissie were
settled in good schools with close friends and Joey was
in junior high becoming quite a fine athlete and very
involved in sports. Lydia said that she would use the
time to enroll in one of the local colleges and get her
masters degree in management science.
Of course Lydia and I both knew it was going to be
tough not being able to have sex with each other for
fifteen months and we talked about it very openly with
each other. Lydia said that I shouldn't worry about her
because she would continue to attend our swinger's sex
parties whenever she felt really horny and it would be
easy to just go as a substitute wife like Ingrid often
did. And of course, Ingrid always loved to have sex
with Lydia at the drop of a hat. Lydia said her real
concern was for me. She made me promise that I would
not try to be celibate the whole time I was gone and to
just try and rely on beating my meat to satisfy my
sexual needs.
She said it wouldn't be fair for me to go without when
she had Ingrid to sleep with and our swinger friends to
satisfy her horniness when she felt the need. She said
that I should find a single compatible female who
enjoyed fucking and sucking and to make her my mistress
for the duration of my tour and take advantage of her
as often as I felt like it. But she warned me that if I
did anything stupid like making a baby with her that
she would cut my balls off like Beth threatened to do
to Norm, only hers wasn't a threat. I told her not to
worry because I knew she was one tough lady and no one
to mess around with. I saw what she did to Norm's nuts.
We found a house to rent in town in October and we
moved Lydia and the kids in about three weeks before I
had to leave. Ingrid was a big help to us, especially
to me telling me not to worry that she would take good
care of Lydia for me and keep her pussy well lubricated
until I returned. I thanked her profusely and ate out
her cunt one last time the day before I had to leave
for old times sake and she reciprocated by sucking me
off and eating my cum one last time saying that it
would have to hold her until I returned.
Chapter 14: A Fighter Pilot's Luck
I left the first week in November and quickly got back
into the flying game when I joined my new squadron. It
didn't take long to hone my flying skills again and I
found that I was still capable of besting most of the
young jocks in our air combat training missions. The O
Club bar on Friday nights was just like I had never
left. Of course, I was now a LtCol and not some hot
shot young stud lieutenant or junior captain fighter
jock, so I had to play more of the senior, mature
leader role with a little more eye to setting the right
kind of example for the young jocks. But we still had a
great time playing crud, poker, and shooting dice, and
of course lying about what great lovers we were.
I had my eye on a good looking female major for several
weeks who was an air force lawyer on the wing staff. We
called them jags in the air force- shorthand for judge
advocate general. Her name was Carolyn and she was
always at the O club on Friday night participating in
the fun and having a good time. She had been in the
wing for about three months before I arrived and the
rumors had it that just about every single guy and a
lot of married ones had made a run on her pussy but had
all gotten shot down in flames. No one admitted to
having gotten into her cunt so far. We got to know each
other on those Friday nights sharing a drink and
occasionally a dinner together but nothing beyond that.
Then on the Friday night before Xmas at the O Club Xmas
party we were dancing closely together to some slow
music and I could feel her tits with their hard nipples
rubbing on my chest which caused my cock to get hard
and after a while she leaned back and said to me,
"Colonel, this is a very nice Xmas party but also a
very tame one. Why don't we go to my place and liven
things up a bit and share a good bottle of Xmas cheer
together- the Jeremiah Weed kind of Xmas cheer."
Jeremiah Weed is a little known Scotch Liquor to the
general public, but is famous throughout the Air Force
fighter community. There aren't many fighter pilots
around who have failed to kill a few million brain
cells indulging in Jeremiah Weed shooters. That stuff
is deadly.
Of course I replied with something pretty close to,
"Why Major, how on earth did you ever guess that I had
a taste for Jeremiah Weed. There are few things on this
earth that I would rather have my tongue tasting and
caressing than Jeremiah Weed. By all means, let us
indeed adjourn to your place." As it turned out her BOQ
(air force lingo for bachelor officer's quarters) was
in the same building as mine right next door to the O
Club. When we got to her quarters she said, "Make
yourself comfortable Dan and I'll be right back in a
minute," and stepped into her bedroom.
In about three minutes she came back out wearing a red
knee length robe holding a bottle of Jeremiah Weed and
leaned against the doorjamb with her right shoulder and
said, "Now stud, you can let your tongue taste and
caress this delectable Weed or you can let it sample
this, but you can't have both. So choose your poison."
And when she said "this" she let her robe open up
revealing her nude body with beautiful round tits and
hard nipples just about the same size as Lydia's and a
pussy mound that was slightly oversize for her body
type and protruding saucily with already swollen and
wet pussy lips as she stroked her slit with her free
hand. I looked at that beautiful well formed body with
that tight, wet and protruding pussy and licked my lips
as I moved toward her and said,
"Well now, no self-respecting fighter pilot would ever
turn down a chance to sample some high class Jeremiah
Weed, but then I never claimed to have any self-respect
in the face of such a vision of erotic treasure!" and
dropped to my knees in front of her and buried my face
in her pussy and started licking up her delicious pussy
juice.
Carolyn moaned and sighed deeply and said, "Oh my God
are you ever indeed a real fighter pilot. You use your
tongue like a real artist baby. You really know how to
nibble my inner lips and caress my throbbing clit don't
you lover? God I love it baby! At this rate I'm not
going to last very longgggg! Oh, those sucking lips are
amazing don't stop. Suck faster and don't forget my
cunt! Suck my cunt now! I'm almost there... I want you
to drink up all my wonderful cunt juice when I go over
the top! Oh god! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Her whole body began trembling and convulsing as she
leaned against the door jamb and grabbed my head from
behind and shoved my open mouth hard up against her
thrusting cunt and began to spurt huge jets of cunt
juice in to my gaping mouth.
I was taken by surprise at the quantity and force at
which her cunt was shooting her cunt juice in my mouth
and I almost choked trying to swallow it all fast
enough. I had sucked quite a few cunts up till then but
had never encountered one that spurted with such force
like Carolyn's did. Lydia and Ingrid both produced
copious quantities of cunt juice when I sucked their
cunts, but it tended to flow in a more gentle and
leisurely pace as it flowed out of their cunts into my
mouth and when they did spurt on occasion, it was
always in short, much less powerful streams that I was
easily able to keep up with.
Carolyn's cunt just kept pumping out the cunt juice all
through her orgasm and only as she began to come down
off her ecstasy did the jets of cunt juice diminish in
force and quantity until she finally collapsed on my
shoulders completely drained of energy and strength as
her knees buckled. I sucked out the last remaining
juice that was now just dribbling out of her cunt and
picked her up and carried her over to her bed and laid
her out on her back and started to mount her to fuck
her brains out, but she stirred and said,
"No not yet baby. In a little while ok? Give me a
chance to recover my strength and play with that
beautiful, huge cock of yours. I want to examine every
detail of it first and feel every part of it, and lick
it, and suck it to feel its texture and get to know its
taste, and the taste of it's smooth, creamy, sauce on
my tongue. Then when it's in my cunt I will be able to
visualize it filling every part of me with it's hot
throbbing flesh. God you were great!! I bet you don't
even know how great you were. The only other man who
has ever been able to eat my pussy and cunt and make me
cum like that was my Daddy, and you were even a cut
above him baby! I think I'm going to keep you for the
duration!!"
I know I must have had a shocked and amazed look on my
face when she mentioned how her Daddy made her cum
because she looked at me with an amused expression and
said, "Now colonel, don't tell me you're shocked! You
heard exactly right, I started having sex with my Daddy
when I was just a sweet, young thing of 15. Incest is a
lot more common than most people realize and it's not
all bad either. Several of my high school girl friends
had regular sex with their Daddies and they loved it.
But my Daddy never fucked me in the cunt until I was
almost 19, and then only after I had sold my cherry,
for a lot of money too I might add, but that's another
story. Until then we just had a lot of oral sex
together and when I was 16 he started to ass fuck me
and that was almost as good as being cunt fucked."
I said, "Major, don't worry baby, it's ok with me. In
fact it's really very erotic and I would like to hear
all the details if you would like to share them with
me. I really do understand about incest and I agree
that not all incest is bad, but I guess I was a little
surprised to hear you admit to it. Most people don't
like to talk about it. But how did it happen? I mean
how did you first start having sex with your Daddy? Did
he attack you and force you into it?"
And she chuckled and said, "Oh my goodness no. Just so
you understand, Daddy didn't rape me or otherwise
attack me in some way and force me to have sex with
him. He was a very loving and protective father. The
fact is that I set out to deliberately seduce him. It
wasn't hard either. He was such a horny man with some
really far out kinky desires, that Mom just couldn't
keep up with his sex needs all of the time and so when
I tempted him he was a real pushover. I guess I ought
to describe the atmosphere in my home when I was
growing up. Then I think you will understand better.
I'll only give you the high lights for now and maybe
sometime later after we've gotten to know each other a
little better, I'll fill in the gaps with some of the
details.
Basically my mom and dad both had very strong sexual
appetites and engaged in a lot of very kinky sex
practices. They were very open about their sexual
activities and didn't try and hide it from me in our
home. They didn't flaunt it, but at the same time they
didn't care if I watched or listened to them having
sex. Dad had a thing for wanting mom to fuck and suck
other men and have her tell him all the details while
he was fucking her. And mom on her part really enjoyed
giving him what he wanted and regularly fucked other
men.
She even became one of those suburban housewife part-
time whores to please him. She would go out to cruise
the bars of very high class hotels like the Hilton,
Radisson, Hyatt Regency and the like on Friday and
Saturday nights and pick up men to fuck for $200 an
hour and then come home to tell dad all about her
tricks while he sucked out her cunt of all her john's
cum mixed with her cunt juices and then fucked her
himself.
When I got old enough to understand that when she went
out alone at night that she was out whoring, I would
wait up for her to return and listen to her tell dad
all about it while he sucked out her cunt. It was very
exciting and when I entered puberty I would masturbate
by rubbing my pussy lips and clit while I would
eavesdrop on mom describing to daddy exactly what she
did to her johns when she fucked and sucked them while
daddy was sucking out her cunt. They so obviously
enjoyed the kinky sex that they engaged in, that I
decided that I wanted to be just like them- or at least
just like mom.
When I was 15 I deliberately seduced my dad with blow
jobs and he reciprocated by eating my pussy and cunt
and fucking me in the ass, but he didn't fuck my cunt.
I manipulated the sex with my dad to make sure my mom
would find out about how he was eating me out and I was
sucking his cock, and when she did I announced that I
was doing it because I could see how much they loved
doing those things to each other and that I had decided
that I wanted to be a whore just like her and asked
them to help me.
Mom and dad agreed to teach me the ropes but insisted
that I remain a virgin until I was 18. So for the next
three years they trained me on how to be a very high-
class whore and made me available for sale as a whore
in training to very carefully selected men who they
could trust would not try and break my cherry but would
instead let me suck their cocks and they in turn would
fuck me in the ass. And when that was not enough to
keep me satisfied mom and dad would both give me enough
oral sex and ass fucking whenever I wanted it to soften
the blow of not being able to be cunt fucked until I
was 18.
The day after I turned 18, they took me to a lavish
party in the penthouse of the Hyatt Regency attended by
lots of very important and extremely wealthy men with
their very beautiful, sophisticated, sexy women, most
of which were either very high priced whores or their
personal mistresses. The party was billed as the annual
Cherry Harvest and it was only held once a year in
conjunction with the Washington Cherry Blossom festival
that celebrated the blooming of the Japanese cherry
trees that adorned the national capitol mall. I was the
featured attraction of the party where my cherry was to
be auctioned off to the highest bidder later in the
evening. The winner would have the pleasure of fucking
me and harvesting my cherry in a large round bed that
would be wheeled into the center of the dance floor
while everyone stood around and watched his
performance.
Half way through the evening mom and dad escorted me
into a side room where the large round bed was kept and
dressed me in some very sexy Victoria Secret type
lingerie and prepared me to be presented for auction.
One of the men in attendance was a gynecologist and he
performed an examination of my cunt so that he could
certify me as a genuine virgin for the auction. When he
was finished I thanked him and pulled his cock out of
his pants and gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum
when he came in my mouth. Dad had told me that I was
expected to do that for the doctor sort of like how the
groom always has to pay the preacher for marrying he
and his bride, or more to the point, how the prisoner
who is about to have his head chopped off pays the
executioner for making his cut swift and true.
Mom and dad then both worked on me by sucking my tits
and cunt and pinching my nipples and pussy lips to make
them puffy and red and to make my pussy and cunt juices
start to flow so that my cunt would glisten with fresh
pussy juice when I was presented. And then I was rolled
out on the bed into the middle of the dance floor for
the auction to begin. The auctioneer announced the
beginning of the auction and had the doctor certify
that I was a genuine virgin which he did and added for
the amusement of the audience that he could also attest
to my very expert oral training and skills which drew a
big laugh from everyone.
The auctioneer then recited a list of my essential
statistics like my age, weight, the size of my tits,
waist, and hips and the diameter and estimated depth of
my cunt. He then cited my three years experience as a
highly trained and professional whore with experience
in all manner of oral and anal sex practices for
pleasing men.
He then had me move through a series of erotic fucking
positions like getting on all fours and presenting the
rear view of my ass and cunt as in the doggie fucking
position; leaning over from the waist so my tits would
hang down and I would cup them in each of my hands to
show how soft and malleable they were as evidence that
they were all natural and not pumped up with silicone
and plastic. He finished the presentation with an
announcement that the bidding for such a prime piece of
virgin ass would begin at $25,000 and asked who would
make the fist bid.
There were about 35 or 40 men with all their whores and
mistresses present when the auction began and about 20
of the men were active bidders during the process that
lasted for about 35 minutes. It was a very spirited
auction and the bids quickly escalated in to the six
figure range. But a very persistent Saudi multi-
billionaire prince was the winning bidder who paid
$350,000 for the privilege of deflowering me in front
of all the guests on that big round bed.
I gave a fantastic performance when he climbed up on
the bed to mount me and claim my cherry. He was really
a very good looking man of about 35-40 years old with a
seven inch uncircumcised dick. His dick was still in a
semi-hard state where the head had not yet protruded
beyond it's protective foreskin sheath. So before I
would let him fuck me I took his dick in my hand and
slipped my tongue under his foreskin between the head
of his dick and the inside of his foreskin and began
swirling it around the soft head of his dick which
drove him absolutely crazy and his cock quickly got
hard as a rock with it's pink head clearly protruding
beyond it's foreskin with pre-cum starting to appear in
his piss hole. I licked the pre-cum up with my tongue
and rubbed it all over my lips and then took his dick
in my mouth for a couple of deep throat sucks which
started it throbbing which was clearly visible to all
the party guests by the pulsing of the large veins
along it's length.
I then laid down on my back with my legs spread wide
revealing the entrance to my wet cunt and gathered up
some of the now freely flowing pre-cum on my fingers
and rubbed it all over the entrance to my cunt to
lubricate it in preparation for being violated by his
magnificent cock. When I was ready to be fucked, I
offered him my fingers to suck up the mixture of pre-
cum and cunt juice which he eagerly accepted. Then I
guided the tip of his cock to the entrance of my love
canal and inserted it for him up to the gates of my
cherry. The rest was up to him.
He turned out to be a very experienced and considerate
man indeed. Instead of just jamming his cock into my
cherry and rudely ripping it apart which would have
been very painful, as most men in such an inflamed
state of lust would have done, he very patiently worked
the tip of his cock into my cherry to start a tiny tear
and then slowly worked his cock into the rupture to
expand it little by little and gently created a path
for his huge piece of meat to slide all the way in to
the inner reaches of my cunt.
Even though it was not very painful at all for me; not
any worse than the pain of being nicked by my razor
when shaving my cunt, when I sensed that he was ready
to thrust all the way into my cunt I did a great acting
job by crying out loudly, grabbing the sheets tightly,
squeezing my eyes shut tightly enough to produce tears,
and biting my lip enough to draw a little blood and
moaned loudly for about half a minute as if I were in
pain, but gradually transitioned to moans and cries of
pleasure as he started fucking me with the in and out
motion of his cock, and then I grabbed his ass cheeks
to pull him in closer to my cunt as I started bucking
my hips and thrusting my cunt up to meet his driving
cock. When I sensed he was almost ready to release his
load.
I inserted the middle finger of my left hand into his
ass hole and massaged the inside of his anus and at the
same time I started yelling at him to drive his cock
deeper into my cunt and fill every part of it with his
delicious hot cock sauce and that I wanted to feel his
hot cock sauce shooting all through my body so that I
could taste it on my tongue. And when I could finally
feel him shooting his cum I let my whole body start
jerking and trembling in convulsion after convulsion
and cried out in the ecstasy of delicious pain until I
could feel him begin to come down off his peak and I
matched his rate of relaxation. When he finally stopped
moving his cock in my cunt, I reached behind my head to
retrieve a small white silk handkerchief from beneath
my pillow where mom had placed it.
When he rolled off the top of me I used the
handkerchief to wrap around his cock to soak up all the
cunt juice and cum that was streaked with blood from my
torn cherry and held up the blood streaked handkerchief
for all to see. And then as the final act in the
harvesting of my cherry I took his cock in my hand and
placed the tip on my extended tongue and squeezed out
all his remaining cum out of his piss channel onto my
tongue for all to see and swallowed it down and then
took his entire cock into my mouth to suck it clean of
all residual cum and cunt juice.
Everyone burst in to loud cheers and applause with
cries of Bravo Bravo Magnifico, and many of the men
were throwing roses on to the bed and coming up to
shake the prince's hand and congratulate him for a
virtuoso performance. Many of the professional whores
also came up to me and also congratulated me on one of
the best Cherry Harvest performances they had ever
witnessed. Many of them had also had their cherries
harvested at similar parties in earlier years.
As the hub-hub began to die down and people returned to
their tables for their drinks, one very striking whore
came up to me alone and introduced herself as Jasmine.
I knew all about Jasmine. She was the current reigning
queen of the professional high-priced whore community
in the Washington area and was now about 28 or 29 years
old. She had had her Cherry Harvest party when she was
19 and her performance was a legend among Washington
whores. She congratulated me on a truly memorable
performance and said that I was sure to be the next
queen and her successor as she was soon reaching the
end of her time.
Then she offered me some advice and said that my future
as a very successful whore had been sealed by my
outstanding performance and that I was sure to make a
fortune over the next 8 to 10 years, but that I should
never turn down an offer from the prince that claimed
my cherry because he was a very generous man and he
alone would make me a millionaire several times over as
long as I pleased him and never turned him down. I
thanked her profusely for her advice and her kind words
and told her that I hoped that I would be even half as
good a whore as she has been.
Later that night I was presented with real evidence of
her words as the prince slipped me an envelope
containing $100,000 in cash thanking me for the most
erotic, pleasurable and completely satisfying sexual
experience that he had ever had with a woman. He asked
me to spend the night with him in his suite and I did
and he completely ravished me in every way possible
with his cock and had me suck him off multiple times
during the night. When I left the next morning he gave
me an additional $25,000 which I did not expect and
tried to politely refuse.
But he insisted and said, "My dear you have earned this
and more. No false modesty please. I appreciate talent
and ability and you are the most talented whore I have
ever encountered. I enjoy rewarding top flight
professional performance no matter what the venue is.
So take this money and make good use of it. You can be
sure that I will require your services again many times
in the future." And over the next five years I serviced
him many times for which I was paid over $1.75 million
dollars.
The following Monday I entered George Washington
University and for the next five and one half years I
went to school during the day earning my bachelor's
degree and law degree and worked as a high priced whore
on the weekends. When I graduated I had managed to sock
away $3-1/2 million dollars for my old age nest egg and
left the business without warning or leaving any
"forwarding address" with anyone and entered the Air
Force. My mom and dad added a million and a half bucks
as well to their retirement nest egg as their take for
managing me and looking after my interests so I could
concentrate on just being a first rate whore. So, LtCol
Dan Bartlett, you now know every thing you need to know
about me. Any questions?"
I replied, "Now that is quite a story Carolyn and I am
absolutely enthralled to be in the presence of such a
celebrity as yourself. Unless I'm badly mistaken,
wasn't your business moniker, Erotica?" She replied,
"Yes it certainly was, but I don't think I ever
serviced you baby. I know I would have remembered your
magnificent dick." I said, "You're right sweetie. I
never did engage your services.
"You're prices were certainly out of my league, but I
was pretty familiar with a couple of high-class whores
in your league when I used to have to make trips to the
Pentagon on business and they used to talk about you
with awe and great respect. You were and still are a
legend among whores in the Washington DC area and I am
honored to be in your bed. I have only one question.
When I saw you at the O club the first time, I knew
there was something very special about you and when I
asked around, I was told you had arrived a couple of
months ago and during that time every single guy and
many of the married ones had made a run on you and all
of them were shot down in flames. So why did you choose
me to warm your bed?"
She gave me a look of disbelief and said, "Are you
serious Dan? Do you really mean that you don't know how
big a celebrity you are among air force fighter pilots.
You're Lydia Bartlett's husband and she is a legend in
the fighter community and one of my heroines. When I
got here the base was abuzz with the word that you had
been assigned to one of the fighter squadrons here and
would be arriving in a couple of months on a short 15
month unaccompanied tour without Lydia.
"I decided then that I was going to have to take the
measure of the man who so completely captured the
heart, love and loyalty of a woman of the caliber of
Lydia Bartlett, so I decided to wait for your arrival
and turned down all other offers and so far I know I
made the right decision. Now let's quit talking so you
can fill my mouth with that beautiful hot cock of
yours. I'm ready now to taste and eat some of that same
cock sauce that has graced Lydia's lips before I fuck
your brains out."
For the next three hours we fucked and sucked each
other almost non-stop. My cock didn't fail me at all
and stayed hard for three hours straight. But more
importantly my balls kept up the pace with a steady
production of cum so that I never came up dry. I was in
either her cunt, mouth or ass non-stop for the next
three hours and when I was in her mouth I ate her pussy
and sucked out her cunt while she was sucking my cock
and eating my cock sauce.
I know I filled her various body orifices with full
loads of my cum produced by at least a dozen separate
orgasms over the three hour period. That woman was
insatiable. But finally when I had worn her down with
my last effort which was filling her mouth for the
fourth time with 4 huge jets of my cum which she
eagerly swallowed, she said, "God Dan, it's easy to see
why Lydia has given herself to you so completely and
without any reservations. You're fantastic in every
way. I want to be your woman and make you my man for
the duration if you'll have me."
I didn't know quite what to say and parsed my words
very carefully as I started to reply, "You are a
fantastic woman Carolyn and I can't remember when I
have been so completely sexually satisfied as you have
satisfied me tonight, but I love my wife more than
anything in this world and she owns my heart and soul
for as long as I live. Even as I am loving being in
your arms tonight, I know that Lydia is probably also
enjoying being fucked by some other man and eating his
cum. I sure hope she is anyway.
"We have what could be loosely referred to as a
completely open marriage. But even that doesn't totally
explain our relationships as you see she actively finds
and suggests women to me that she feels I would really
enjoy fucking and sucking and I in turn also help her
find other men to sleep with as well. So please don't
misunderstand the meaning of my having sex with you
tonight. You are a beautiful woman and the epidemy of
every man's vision of an ideal woman to love and
possess.
"Were it not for Lydia, I would eagerly fight to make
you my woman for life. But even though Lydia and I both
freely and openly seek out and enjoy the sexual favors
of other partners, we are committed for life to each
other and I could never leave her. With that caveat
understood, I am honored to accept your offer and I
would love nothing better than to possess your body and
have you possess mine for as long as we are assigned
here together."
Carolyn chuckled and said, "Relax Dan honey. I'm not
asking you to leave your wife. First of all I could
never hope to actually be able to steal you away from
her. Secondly, even if I thought I could succeed in
stealing you from her, I would be letting myself in for
so much notoriety and grief for being the whore that
dared to poach on the property of Lydia Bartlett,
fighter pilot's wife extraordinaire, and the role model
of the ideal air fore wife for every other air force
wife, that the pain in succeeding would drown and
overwhelm the pleasure. Thirdly, don't forget that I'm
an air force jag and I know the UCMJ (Uniform Code of
Military Justice) backwards and forwards, and what we
are doing right now in my bed is a violation of at
least three articles of the UCMJ and constitute court
martial offenses that could result in dishonorable
discharges with heavy fines and prison sentences in the
federal penitentiary at Fort Leavenworth.
I have no desire to destroy your career and I damn sure
don't want to destroy mine. We don't have to really
worry about that however, as long as we are discreet,
don't flaunt our relationship, and maintain correct
decorum in public. Adultery, dereliction of duty, and
conduct unbecoming an officer are UCMJ offenses that
are very rarely actually prosecuted unless the parties
involved failed to keep their activities quiet and
private. All I'm asking for Dan is the privilege of
being your mistress while you are assigned to this wing
so I can have first dibs on your magnificent cock." I
answered, "You got it sweetie. I can't believe my luck.
God must be rewarding me for being a saint in a prior
life by sending me Lydia to be my wife and you to be my
companion when he has made my wife unavailable to me."
About six weeks later the officer occupying the suite
of rooms immediately adjoining Carolyn's quarters
rotated back to the states and I arranged to move into
those quarters when they were vacated. Her quarters and
mine were connected by a two way door between them
similar to the arrangement in many hotels that permit
two rooms to be connected into a single suite. That
made it extremely easy for Carolyn and I to sleep with
each other for the remaining 14 months of my tour
without having to risk people seeing us sneak in and
out of each other's rooms and causing rumors to be
created about us.
Finding Carolyn, the former Erotica, made the next 14
months of my separation from Lydia bearable and the
days passed very painlessly. Carolyn was a fantastic
sex partner and taught me things about how to maximize
the eroticism and pleasure in possessing her body that
I had never imagined possible.
Chapter 15: Achieving My Most Secret Fantasy
When my tour as the Operations Officer of my fighter
squadron ended I had mixed emotions on many levels
about having to leave for home and my new assignment
which was to be on the Air Staff in the Pentagon in the
office of Fighter Doctrine and Tactics Development.
From a professional perspective, I had very
successfully re-established myself in the fighter
community as one of the Air Force's top fighter pilot's
and it was difficult to leave the operational world of
active flying and return to flying a desk again.
I knew that it was inevitable someday so I looked
forward to be able to continue to be able to continue
to contribute to making our Air Force's fighter arm the
best in the world. And from a personal perspective I
looked forward to my impending departure with bitter-
sweet emotions. On the one hand I was ecstatic about
re-uniting again with my Lydia, the love of my life,
and being able to hold her in my arms and re-explore
the wonders of her luscious body, and sink my cock into
her marvelous cunt, and then bury my face in her cunt
to lick and suck up all her delectable cunt juices.
But on the other hand, I was very sad and despondent
about having to give up the pleasure of Carolyn's
superb sexual talents and her ability to drive me to
the absolute outer limits of erotic pleasure. Someday I
may write about my year in bed with her and the
fantastic sex we had together. As much as I loved my
wife and would always be her man, and as fantastic a
sex partner as she was.
I would have to admit that she had not yet reached the
level of Carolyn's (Erotica's) out of this world
capability for delivering the ultimate in sexual
pleasure to the men she fucked and sucked. But Carolyn
made our parting a little less painful and gave me some
hope that it would not be forever when she told me that
she had requested that she be assigned to the Air Staff
legal office when her tour was up in 22 months and had
been told that her request would be approved.
During the fourteen months she and I had shared each
others bodies, I had confided a little bit of the
problems and difficulties that Lydia and I had to
overcome after the incident with Norm, and so she knew
about our swinging life style and how Lydia liked to
fuck other men for my enjoyment, and our relationship
with Ingrid.
She also knew that Lydia knew all about my relationship
with her and was very happy that I had found someone to
keep my bed warm at nights and to eliminate the need
for me to have to beat my meat to relieve my sexual
tensions. During one particular fantastic night of sex
when I was flying high on a wave of sheer erotic sexual
pleasure, I inadvertently let it slip that my deepest
most secret desire and wish was that Lydia would one
day decide to become a whore like Carolyn and sell her
body for my pleasure.
Carolyn said that if I were ever lucky enough for that
exciting event to ever become a reality that she would
consider it an honor to advise and mentor Lydia on how
to be a first class high-priced whore. But she also
agreed emphatically with Ingrid's advice that I should
not ever attempt to force it on Lydia. Such a decision
had to be hers and hers alone.
As my departure date neared, Carolyn told me that her
primary reason for requesting Air Staff duty was
because at the end of that assignment she would be
eligible for early retirement from the Air Force and
that she intended to re-establish herself in the
Washington area as a high-class, high priced, by
appointment only whore. She said that by then she would
be 39 years old and, of course, knew that she would not
be able to command the kind of fees for her body as she
did for those first five years after she sold her
cherry and her cunt was so naturally tight and the rest
of her body and tits were still young, hard and firm
and soft in all the right places, but that there was
also a very big market among powerful, wealthy men for
women who were more mature and experienced in the many
ways of pleasing a man and still had beautiful
desirable bodies. She estimated that she could still
clear $250,000 to $500,000 a year for about ten more
years.
But then she said that the real reason she wanted to be
a whore again was not for the money, (her future
financial security was already guaranteed by both the
millions of dollars she had in stocks, bonds and
government securities and her air force retirement pay)
but because she loved the life style of running with
the rich and powerful and it was exciting to be so
desired by such powerful men.
She said that if Lydia ever did decide to become a
whore, that she would be happy to share her client list
with her and help her to get established in the
business, but in any event that she would keep in touch
and when she arrived at the Pentagon she would love to
meet Lydia and share some lesbian sex with her and also
have some three ways with us as well. So when I left to
return home, I was armed with a whole bunch of new
erotic fantasies involving the prospect of Lydia,
Carolyn, Ingrid, and I all engaging in great round
robin sex with each other.
During my flight home I replayed in my mind all the
stories that Lydia had written me about the men she had
fucked and sucked while I was gone and the group
lesbian sex she had enjoyed with Ingrid and some of the
other wives in our swingers group as well as the one-
on-one lesbian sex she had with some of them
individually. She spared no detail about those
encounters telling me all about the sizes of the men's
cocks and which one's she loved in her cunt the most
and how she learned to really enjoy being fucked in her
ass as a change of pace from cunt and mouth fucking,
and how much she had come to really love the taste of
cum and couldn't wait to gobble down my special cock
sauce.
On the last leg before arriving at our home airport, I
was in such a state of extreme horniness in
anticipation of being able to fuck my wife and eat her
cunt again that my cock was in a persistent state of
hard erection. I had to make my way to the lavatory and
use a Velcro strap to strap my hard cock tight against
my inner thigh inside my pants so that it wouldn't make
a huge tent in the front of my crotch when I got off
the airplane and embarrass me and everyone around me.
When I got off the airplane, Lydia was waiting for me
at the gate and I gave her the tightest hug and biggest
kiss I could muster. I was ecstatic to have my wife in
my arms again. But then I looked around and said,
"Where are the kids baby?" She gave me this coy look
and said, "They're fine darling. They're with Ingrid
and you'll get to see them real soon in due time. But I
get first dibs on you sweetheart and I'm not sharing
with anybody."
Then she whispered in my ear, "Now lets get the hell
out here lover. I can't wait to get my lips on your
hot, hard cock. My pussy is already sopping wet in
anticipation." I almost lost my load right there in my
pants at the arrival gate I was so excited. As we
rushed for the exit where she had a taxi waiting she
said to forget about my luggage because she had made
arrangements for it to be delivered. In three minutes
we were at the airport Hyatt Regency hotel on our way
up to the honeymoon suite that Lydia had booked for two
nights.
When we got inside the room and shut the door, Lydia
immediately dropped to her knees and released my belt
and pulled my pants and shorts down my legs to the
floor to begin giving me a blowjob and then all of a
sudden burst out laughing in hysterics. I said, "My
god, baby what's wrong?" I had forgotten all about the
Velcro strap binding my hard cock to the inner thigh of
my leg.
Lydia then said in between fits of laughing, "Oh baby
how could you be so cruel to the poor thing. He wants
so much to be free to find a willing mouth and cunt and
you have him all locked up like that. I'm letting him
out of jail right now and dismissing all charges
against him." She then removed the Velcro strap and as
she did it jumped right out straight and hit her on the
end of her nose and Lydia said, "You see baby, it knows
an eager mouth when it sees one," and then she wrapped
her lips around it and began to suck it hard and deep
into her mouth.
It took less than a minute and I exploded in a massive
orgasm and shot seven huge loads of cum into her mouth
which she swallowed and exclaimed how wonderful it was
to have my delicious tasty cum in her mouth, throat,
and stomach again. I then picked her up and carried her
over to the bed and removed her blouse and skirt. She
had no underwear on and was completely naked.
I laid her out on the bed and climbed on top of her
straddling her with my knees and ran my hands and
fingers lightly over her smooth skin caressing and
feeling the soft texture of her flesh and started to
kiss, lick and suck her entire body with my mouth
beginning with her neck behind her ear and slowly
moving down to the hollow of her throat and then her
tits, pausing over each tit to make each nipple stand
up hard as I licked them with my tongue and gently
nipped at them with my teeth and sucked them deep into
my mouth.
I moved my mouth down over her flat stomach pausing to
stick my tongue into her belly button and sucking on it
while moving on to the top of her pussy where I nuzzled
her clit with the tip of my nose, and then used my nose
to part her pussy lips and ran my nose down into her
slit valley, sniffing deeply and noisily to drink in
deeply through my nose her aroused woman's scent as I
moved to the entrance of her quivering cunt hole.
I pushed my nose into the opening of her cunt and
rejoiced in the unique aroma of her female sex juices
being produced in the inner chambers of her love palace
in anticipation of welcoming my invading hot love rod
with it's supply of life giving creamy cock sauce.
Lydia was sighing and moaning and starting to slowly
hump her hips as I reached her anus with my nose and
sniffed deeply of the slightly pungent but tantalizing,
alluring odor of her tender ass hole, re-registering on
my brain the woman's scent that I remembered so well as
the scent of my woman.
I then brought my tongue into action as I began to re-
trace my steps back up her body licking and sucking
gently on the sensitive rim of her anus and the skin
between her ass and her cunt then sticking my tongue
into her cunt to lick the inner walls and suck out the
cunt juices that were beginning to leak through the
fleshy gates of her love canal.
Lydia was now writhing under my face, pushing her cunt
up against my mouth and whispering, "Oh god Dan, how
I've missed the way you make love to me. It's so
animalisticly primal and erotic the way you caress,
lick and taste my body and sniff and smell all my body
scents and odors. It drives me wild for your hard cock
to be deep into the essence of my being.
You're the only man in the world my darling who knows
how to make love to me and take me to the peak of
delicious ecstasy. Oh god don't ever stop it feels so
wonderful," and her voice trailed off as she began to
gasp and moan in ecstasy as I continued to lick and
suck on her pussy lips and the inner lips of her cunt
valley as I slowly made my way up her valley to her
clit and began to gently caress it with my tongue and
suck on it's swollen flesh protruding from under it's
protective sheath.
Then she started to buck her hips uncontrollably as she
was beginning to scale the slopes of her building
orgasm to the peak of orgiastic exquisite pleasure and
was pleading for my hot, hard cock. I slipped my cock
deep into her cunt and began rhythmically pumping it in
and out of her love channel as she tightened the
muscles of the inner walls of her cunt to squeeze it
tight along the length of my throbbing cock.
I was ready almost immediately to pump her cunt full of
my cum, but I forced myself to hold back the torrent of
boiling cum that was rising up out of my balls and
waited for a few strokes until I could sense when she
was about to go over the top of her building massive
orgasm. When I felt her whole body start to convulse as
her orgasm was reaching it's peak I released my cum and
allowed it to rush through my cock and begin shooting
large jets of hot cock sauce into her cunt in my own
massive orgasm as Lydia reached her orgasm at the same
time. She was literally screaming in exquisite pain and
yelling for me to flood her cunt and womb with my sweet
cum as she bucked and humped her hips so hard against
my cock that I thought she was going to leave bruises
all over my groin and her pussy.
Afterwards as we were laying on our sides facing and
holding each other with my cock still in her cunt,
basking in the afterglow of our wonderful act of love,
Lydia said to me, "My darling I have dreamed about how
wonderful this first mating of my body with yours would
be after our long separation, but the reality has far
exceeded the wildest expectations of my dreams. You are
a fantastic lover sweetheart. None of the men that I
have had while you were gone could ever begin to
approach your ability for completely satisfying me the
way you do in driving me beyond the outer limits of
total exquisite pleasure so strong that it is almost
painful. I hope I have been able to satisfy you in the
same way my love and make you forget all about
Carolyn."
I was startled by her reference to Carolyn and quickly
replied, "Please Lydia, my love. Don't give Carolyn a
single thought. You are my woman, my life and my soul.
No woman alive can satisfy me the way you can. Please
don't go there. Carolyn could never be a threat to you
my darling." Lydia said, "I know darling. Please don't
misunderstand me. I'm happy that you found someone like
Carolyn to be your mistress while we were separated. I
wanted you to find someone like her. I'm not jealous or
anything like that. But you did sleep with her every
night for over a year and all I'm interested in finding
out is if there was some little thing that she did for
you that gave you pleasure that I haven't done so I
could learn to do it as well. That's all dear."
I thought for a about a minute before I answered her
and then I said, "I wasn't going to tell you this
sweetheart until later, not because there is anything
wrong, but just because I wanted to wait for the right
moment, but Carolyn did have a pretty large repertoire
of sexual tricks that she enjoyed using. But you see
what I didn't know until after I had been sleeping with
her for a couple of weeks is that for almost six years
before she joined the air force as a lawyer from the
time she had just turned 18 until she was about 23 and
a half while she was going to college to get her
bachelors degree and her law degree.
She was also a very high-class and expensive whore in
the Washington DC area who sold her body to wealthy
powerful men by appointment only. Her whore's moniker
was Erotica, and for the time that she worked as a
whore she was considered to be the queen of all the
high-priced whores in the Washington area and commanded
the highest prices for her services of any whore in the
area. By the time she graduated and entered the air
force she had saved three and a half million dollars
from her earnings as a whore.
I then spent the next 20 minutes telling Lydia
Carolyn's story as she had told it to me including how
she had seduced her Daddy with blow jobs at age 15, and
how her mother was a part time suburban house wife
whore to please her Daddy's kinky desires, and how she
had told her parents of her dream to be a whore like
her mother and so her parents had carefully trained her
to be a high class whore while preserving her cherry to
be harvested when she was 18 at the annual Cherry
Harvest party, and how she was awarded $100,000 for her
superlative virgin performance when her cherry was
harvested by the Saudi prince who paid $350,000 at
auction for the privilege of being the man to harvest
her cherry while all the party attendees watched.
Lydia had listened in rapt attention and obvious
fascination as I related Carolyn's story and I could
tell that she was turned on by it all. When I finished
I said, "So I would be lying darling if I tried to make
you believe that Carolyn didn't know a few physical
tricks and techniques designed to make an orgasm a
little more intense and erotic, but that's all they
were- just physical tricks. They had nothing to do with
feelings and love like the undying love I have for you
and the deep feeling of contentment and pride that I
have in knowing that you're my woman.
Lydia replied, "That was an absolutely fascinating
story darling. How lucky you were to find a woman that
is so expert in sexually pleasing men. I would love
very much to meet her. I could learn much from her.
That's when I said, "Well I'm sure you will get the
chance honey, because in less than two years she is
also being assigned to the Pentagon and she said that
she is dying to meet you too. She told me that you are
one of her biggest heroines. She plans to retire from
the Air Force at the end of her Pentagon assignment and
re-establish herself as a high-priced Washington whore,
not because she needs the money, but because she says
she loved the life style of being a top flight whore
and running in circles with rich and famous and very
powerful men and found it to be very exciting to know
that these men would be willing to pay large sums of
money to possess her body and have her service their
sexual requirements.
All that talk about whores and whoring and Lydia's
obvious interest and fascination with Carolyn's story
was very exciting to me and my cock had gotten
extremely hard in Lydia's cunt. Lydia looked at me and
said, "I can feel your cock getting really hard in my
cunt again honey. All this talk about whores has you
really turned on doesn't it baby?"
I replied, "It sure does sweetie. I don't know why, but
the idea of a woman selling her body to pleasure men
has always been erotic to me and always excites me and
gets my juices flowing. Maybe it's because my mother,
the first woman that ever fucked me and sucked my cock
and ate my cum, and then fucked and sucked me off
regularly for three years until I left home was also a
whore, and I guess is still a whore."
Lydia was breathing hard now and was humping her cunt
back and forth against my cock, and she said between
breaths, "It excites me too darling. Would you like me
to be a whore too Danny . Would you like it if I were a
whore like your mother and Carolyn . Does that idea
excite you too like it excites me?" But before I could
reply she all of a sudden reached her orgasm with a
powerful series of whole body convulsions at the same
time that I began shooting huge wads of cum into her
cunt again.
We laid in each other's arms while we recovered our
strength again after the massive orgasms that we had
both just experienced again. Lydia was quiet in a
pensive mood with her head resting on my chest and
occasionally giving me a little kiss on my nipples
while she rested. I was thinking about what had just
happened and was trying to decide if Lydia's dirty
talking while we were fucking, asking me if I wanted
her to be a whore like Carolyn and my mom, was just a
device to excite me to a stronger orgasm, or if she
really was trying to tell me that she would like to be
a whore if I wanted her to be one.
I sensed that this was a very special moment that if
handled just right could mean that I could realize my
most treasured fantasy of having Lydia become a whore
to please me, but I had to make sure that she would
feel that the decision would be hers alone to make with
no pressure from me.
But my mind was reeling. I had only been back together
with my wife for about three hours after being apart
for 15 months and here I was trying to think of a
clever way to make her want to be a whore for me and
believe that it was totally her idea. The whole
situation was totally surreal. If it were not for the
fact that it was really happening, the whole situation
would have been too improbable for anyone to believe
that it could really be happening. I couldn't
concentrate and after about ten minutes of thinking
about how to make it happen without developing any good
ideas.
Lydia spoke up and said, "Danny honey. Are you getting
hungry? I'm famished. Why don't we take a break and go
down to the hotel restaurant and grab a quick bite."
And I said, "Sure babes. I could use a bite. It's been
over 12 hours since I've had a decent meal."
We got up and showered together, enjoying feeling each
others bodies all over again and then dressed and went
down to have dinner in the hotel restaurant. During
dinner neither one of us brought up the subject that I
think both of us were dying to talk about- the idea of
Lydia experimenting at being a whore.
Instead we talked about each other's experiences while
we were apart and how great the kids were doing in
school and how fast they were growing up. I had six
weeks of leave time coming before I had to report for
duty in the Pentagon and we talked about our coming
move and where we wanted to live in the Washington area
and where the best schools were for the kids until we
were all talked out and decided to go back up to the
room.
When we got back in bed I started to make a move to
start making love to Lydia again when she said, "Let's
just cuddle for a while Danny, ok sweetheart? We don't
have to make mad passionate love all the time." Then
she giggled as she said, "Besides you have already
proven that you can still fuck my brains out with that
magnificent monster hot cock of yours and make me
squeal for mercy.
But you know sweetie, as much as I missed you shoving
your dick deep into my cunt and driving me to the
highest peaks of ecstasy, I think I missed more just
having you cuddle close against my body and feeling the
warmth of your body against mine and holding me and
just loving me and making me feel safe and wanted and
part of you. I can't possibly express how much I have
missed you darling. All I know is that I am not ever
going to let you leave me again for any reason. Where
you go, I go, and that's another promise baby, just
like the one's I made that morning after Norm fucked me
that night.
We lay there with Lydia's head resting on my chest and
our legs intertwined for some time not saying anything
but just caressing each other and enjoying being in
each other's arms. I was just about ready to drop off
to sleep as jet lag was starting to catch up with me
when Lydia finally said, "Danny do you remember what
you said about whores that morning in the kitchen?"
"Gosh Baby, I said a lot of things that I wish I had
never said. You know I didn't mean them angel. I was
angry, hurt, confused and just didn't know what I was
doing. Please, let's not go over all that again honey."
Lydia said, "No, no darling that's not what I'm talking
about. Don't you remember? You told me that the only
difference between a slut and a whore was that sluts
gave it away to anyone who wanted it for free, but
sluts who demanded to get paid for the use of their
body earned the right to call themselves whores and
that was at least an honorable and honest profession
even if not always accepted by polite society. I never
forgot that. Did you really mean that honey? Do you
really think that a woman who sells her body for sex is
engaging in an honorable and honest enterprise?
I was tingling with excitement when I responded, "I
sure do honey. For most of human history women have
sold their favors to men who were willing to pay for
them. Some of the most famous and powerful women in
history were whores. During the period of the Roman
civilization high class whores who were especially
talented in pleasuring men and satisfying their sexual
desires were held in high esteem and accorded a place
of honor in Roman society. There is nothing more
honorable than offering a commodity for sale at a fair
price and delivering fair value for the price. That's
what a whore does baby.
She offers her body and her services as a commodity
that men are willing to pay for and then she delivers
professional high quality services that equals or
exceeds the expectations of her customers which
constitutes fair value for the price she charges. It is
only because that in near modern times the do-gooder
holy rollers of society have stigmatized the whoring
profession as being something sinful and dishonest
because the commodity they offer for sale is sex, and
that's a crock. Do I think whoring is an honorable
profession? You bet I do as long as a whore offers and
delivers fair value for the prices that she charges."
Lydia replied, "Thank you angel. And now I have
something that I want to talk about sweetie. You know
that I sleep with other men because I know that it
gives you great pleasure to watch me fuck and suck them
off and that knowledge pleases me as well because I
live for pleasing you my love. I'm not saying that I
don't enjoy the physical act of another man's cock in
my cunt or mouth because I do. I don't deny that. I
enjoy a good orgasm or the taste of sweet cock sauce as
much as any other woman does.
"But I would give it all up in a heartbeat if you asked
me to because you are all the man I need to satisfy my
desires. I would be perfectly content to only know your
cock and taste your delicious cum on my tongue for the
rest of my life if that's what you wanted. But I've
been thinking. Whenever I do fuck another man, aren't I
giving it away for free, and wouldn't it be more
honorable if I made him pay me for it- a fair price of
course- I wouldn't think of gouging him. What do you
think sweetheart?"
I said, "That sounds perfectly reasonable to me honey,"
as I tried to keep the rising excitement out of my
voice as I thought I knew where she was going with
this.
Then she said, "I was hoping you would say that dear.
How would you feel about me experimenting a little with
selling my body instead of giving it away for free like
I do now? I guess what I am saying is I would like to
see how it feels to be a whore. Just thinking about men
paying me for the privilege of fucking me and sucking
my cunt or having me suck their cocks and eat their cum
is really exciting and always makes my cunt wet and
tingly all over. How do you feel about that baby?"
I was hot all over. I felt like I must have somehow
become magically inserted in to one of my fantasies. I
couldn't believe what I was hearing was actually real.
My mouth was dry and I was trembling when I finally was
able to reply and I said, "My god I feel like I have
died and gone to heaven. You have just fulfilled my
most secret and intense fantasy that I have had ever
since I was so excited that night I watched you fucking
Norm, of wanting to see you sell yourself as a whore to
other men for my pleasure. I hope you really mean this
darling, because nothing would make me happier at this
very moment than to have you sell yourself as a whore
to please me."
Lydia squealed in delight and hugged me tight and said,
"Oh this is just absolutely wonderful and perfect my
darling. And now I have my own little confession to
make. When we get home the day after tomorrow I have a
big surprise for you in a little jewelry box in my
dresser. It's $14,000 in cash that I have earned over
the last six months being a part-time whore on the
week-ends down on the Grand Strand cruising the
beachfront luxury hotel bars for men looking for a good
lay and a blow job.
I talked this over with Ingrid before I decided to do
this and she has been a big help with advice on how to
handle myself, and she comes over to the house to stay
with the kids on Friday and Saturday nights while I
cruise for men to fuck and suck. The kids think I'm
taking some night school courses on Friday nights and
that I'm at the O Club on Saturday night playing
bridge. I was a little nervous at first about doing
this without consulting you first, but Ingrid said that
she had a feeling that you would love it and maybe it
would be a great homecoming surprise present for you.
So I took a chance and made the plunge and I'm so
ecstatic with your reaction and approval."
I said, "Oh baby I'm so happy with this news. There is
no way you could have given me a better homecoming
present. There is so much I want to say and so many
questions I want to ask that I don't know where to
begin. I want to know how many men you have whored for,
how big their cocks were, and how you liked their cocks
in your cunt, and how it felt to be tasting all kinds
of strange cum, and what kinds of really kinky things
you have performed on them, and hear your detailed
description of the best whoring engagements you have
had so far- but first I have a little homecoming
present for you too.
Before I left for home I shared my secret fantasy of
hoping you would want to become a whore to please me
with Carolyn. She told me that based on everything she
had already heard about you and the additional
information I had told her about you and about the kind
of strong self-confident woman you are, that she felt
that there was at least a better than even chance that
you would eventually want to try out how it felt to be
a whore. She said that you sounded exactly like the
kind of women who made for very successful and very
expensive high-class whores.
She said that if that fortunate event ever came to pass
that she would love to help and advise you in setting
yourself up in business in the Washington area and that
she would be happy to share her client list of wealthy,
powerful men with you to get you started. What do you
think about that sweetheart? With the famous Erotica in
your corner mentoring you and recommending your
services you're bound to be an instant success as a
high-class, expensive Washington whore."
Lydia said, "I don't know what to say baby. I'm
speechless. Everything is just so perfect that I'm
afraid to breathe for fear that something will break. I
can't wait to meet Carolyn. I already had very warm
feelings for her for taking such good care of you for
me, and now I think, no I KNOW, that I'm in love with
her for being such a generous and giving person. Let's
leave now darling so we can rush home and share all
this marvelous news with Ingrid. She will be
overjoyed."
I said, "I have a better idea honey. Why don't we stick
to the schedule since we already have paid for this
room for tomorrow night as well. Then tomorrow evening
you can cruise the bar downstairs for some one to fuck
while I sit and nurse a drink at one of the tables.
Then when you have selected a customer and have agreed
on a price, you can signal me somehow like taking off
an earring or some thing like that and I can rush up
ahead of you and your john to hide in the closet so I
can watch you fuck him and suck his cock. That would
really be perfect. Then this week-end we can call
Carolyn on the phone and give her the good news and the
two of you can talk all about getting set up to be a
professional whore. How is that for a plan?"
Lydia squealed, "What a delicious idea darling! Why
didn't I think of that first? I can't wait to show you
how accomplished I have become in pleasing men,
especially how accomplished I have become at sucking
cocks and eating cum. I think you will be proud to see
what a great professional whore I can be. I'm so turned
on now just thinking about it that I wished it wasn't
so late because I would love to run downstairs and pick
up a john for tonight, but I guess I'll just have to
wait until tomorrow night to show you how good I am at
sucking strange cocks." I said, "Well you can at least
get started with a practice demonstration on my cock
sweetie, that is if you're up to it right now."
My cock was stiff as a rod sticking straight up in the
air and Lydia was so engrossed in our talk about her
being a whore that she hadn't noticed and when she
turned her head and said, "Oh how delightful," and then
she proceeded to work on my cock with her mouth and
tongue with a range of erotic moves and techniques that
I had never seen her use before. She just didn't stuff
my cock in her mouth and start sucking.
She began by rimming my ass with her tongue and licking
the sensitive skin between my ass and my balls while
lightly running her fingers up and down my cock, then
taking my cum sac into her mouth and sucking gently on
each testicle and pushed it around with her tongue
while using her teeth to nibble and nip at the skin of
my cum sac. She used her fingernails to gently scratch
the underside of my cock and moved her mouth to the tip
of my cock and licked and nipped at the sensitive areas
around the glans and under the head where the shaft
joined with the head.
When the slippery pre-cum began flowing out of my cock,
she harvested it onto her tongue and then used her
tongue to spread it all over my ass hole for
lubrication. I was moaning with delight at her expert
erotic use of her mouth, tongue, and fingers on my ass,
balls and cock to drive me up the sheer walls of
exquisite pleasure. She was doing things to me with her
mouth and tongue that she had never done before and I
was ecstatic.
When she sensed that I was nearing the point of
exploding, that's when she moved to take my cock in her
mouth, but at the same time she also made a move to
take the middle finger of her hand and slipped it in to
my ass hole that she had just lubricated with my pre-
cum using her tongue. The combination of her magic lips
suckling on my cock and her finger massaging the
insides of my ass was more than I could stand and I
exploded in her mouth with torrents of hot, creamy cum
which she kept swallowing as she kept up a steady
sucking action to keep it flowing out of my cock until
there was nothing left. It was the most erotic and
fantastic cock sucking that I had ever had by anyone
including Carolyn.
When she finished, she slowly raised her head and
looked in to my eyes while licking her lips with her
tongue and coating them with my cum, and said, "How did
I do baby? Did you like that blow-job honey?" I
replied, "Lydia darling. That was not a blow-job. That
was the most fantastic work of art in making love to a
cock that I have ever experienced. If that's the kind
of cock sucking you deliver as a whore when you service
your johns, you are going to be one of the most famous
and successful whores that Washington has ever seen.
Carolyn can't teach you anything about how to suck a
cock baby because you are the best- the best in the
world."
She smiled broadly and gave me a huge kiss wet with cum
and hug and said, "I'm so happy my love. All that
matters to me darling is that you think I am the best.
I live to please you and I'm so happy and proud that
you approve and delight in my talent for sucking your
cock and think that I'm better at it than any other
bitch that's ever sucked you off. Now I can sleep
soundly, content in knowing without any doubt that you
prefer my cunt and mouth to service your cock over any
other woman alive." And we both drifted off to sleep.
Our little plan for having Lydia fuck a john that she
picked up from the bar in the hotel while I watched
from the closet worked out perfectly. She put on a
fantastic show for me and the guy she was fucking and
sucking was sophisticated enough to understand that he
was being serviced by the best whore that he was ever
likely to be lucky enough to engage. He was so grateful
for the two hours she worked on his cock with her mouth
and cunt that he gave her a $200 tip in addition to her
standard $250 fee for two hours of sex.
I was also ecstatically grateful to get to watch my
wife perform as a whore and fuck and suck a man with
such skill and imagination. I had three massive and
very silent orgasms in that closet as I stroked my cock
watching her suck on her john's ass and cock and eat
his cum and stuff his hard cock in her cunt and fuck
his brains out. Just before he left the room she gave
him one last farewell blow job for which he thanked her
profusely as she ushered him out the door locking it
behind him.
Lydia ran naked to the closet and threw opened the door
and gave me a huge hug and wet kiss in which she
slipped a mouthful of the john's cum into my mouth and
then asked me, "How do you like the taste of that load
of cum honey? Isn't it delicious?"
I swallowed it down and I replied, "It tastes marvelous
darling. All the more so because it came via your
mouth. You were fantastic angel. I think we don't have
to wonder whether or not you are going to like being a
whore. From where I stood watching you work your magic
on that lucky guy's cock with such zest, enthusiasm and
skill while I beat my meat answered that question for
me and I think that we can make the decision right now
to start planning your career as a high-class
professional whore. Are we agreed?"
Lydia squealed with joy, "Yes my darling! We are most
emphatically in agreement! Oh this is marvelous! I'm so
excited. My cunt is tingling with the thought of being
a full-time professional whore. Quick, baby...suck out
my cunt right now! It's still filled with a mixture of
my john's cock sauce and my cunt juices. Suck up a
mouthful and share it with me baby, hurry."
I dropped to my knees and buried my face and mouth in
her cunt and sucked out a big load of cunt juice and
cum and then gave Lydia a big wet kiss in which we
passed the love mixture back and forth between our
mouths further mixing in our saliva and then each of us
swallowing a good part of the mixture. Lydia then said,
"That seals the deal angel. Just like blood brothers
who memorialize their bonding my mixing their blood, so
have you and I have bonded ourselves to each other as
whore and whore's protector and manager symbolized by
ingesting into our bodies the delectable mixture of
cum, cunt juice and saliva from our two bodies. Let's
go home now and start planning on the launching of our
business when we get to Washington.
Chapter 16 Epilogue: A Fighter Pilot's Whore: My Love,
My Wife
That event in the airport hotel when I returned from my
remote overseas tour took place about seven years ago
and it marked the beginning of Lydia's career as a
whore. Ingrid was overjoyed with our decision for Lydia
to become a whore and decided to move her practice to
Washington so that she could stay close to the action
and monitor and record the progress of our relationship
and Lydia's performance as a whore.
Carolyn was true to her word and gave Lydia her client
list of rich and powerful men in the DC area and wrote
each of them a personal letter announcing the arrival
of a first class new whore and recommended that they
sample her talents. Many of those men responded
favorably and availed themselves of Lydia's services
and were unanimous in their praise of her fucking and
sucking talents and word of mouth about Lydia spread
quickly throughout the corridors of the wealthy and
powerful movers and shakers in Washington. Lydia's
business took off like a rocket. In her first full year
as a Washington by appointment only whore, Lydia earned
$265,000. For the next five years she averaged $310,000
a year.
This year was Carolyn's first full year back into the
Washington whore business as Erotica after her
retirement from the Air Force, and her business picked
up immediately just as if she had never dropped out of
the scene like she did. The caliber of her clientele
was several magnitudes of wealth and power above the
level of the type of clients that patronized Lydia so
the two whores were not in direct competition with each
other.
In fact the nature of the business had changed so much
from when Erotica was formerly active as one that was
primarily characterized as one-on-one fucking and
sucking to one where group sex and fuck and suck
parties with multiple whores were more popular than
old-fashioned one-on-one sex. Erotica discovered that
her clients frequently wanted to be serviced by two,
and at times, three whores at once and so she made a
teaming/sharing agreement with Lydia to work together
on those type of group engagements.
Ingrid evens takes part from time to time whenever an
engagement requires three whores. She is fascinated
with the whoring life and has been having a ball
participating in it and making a nice chunk of change
for herself as well. Revenues have soared since Erotica
re-established herself as a whore because her clients
are the type that think nothing of spending millions of
dollars a year to indulge their personal gratification
needs from gambling, fast cars, to sex with beautiful
whores, and Carolyn and Veronica are very successful at
reaping a large part of the sex pie.
So far in the first six years of our whoring business,
we have socked away $2.5 million for our retirement.
The $665,000 that we cleared this last year by being
part of Erotica's stable of whores increased our six
year nest egg by about 25% in just one year.
Lydia is only 42 now and Erotica is 40. We estimate
that both whores have about five or six more years of
good whoring left in them and we project annual average
earnings for Lydia to be at least $700,000 based on
conservative projections of future business demand for
those five or six years giving us a conservative
estimate of about $7-$8 million nest egg for our
retirement before age 50. That would yield at a 6%
return about $360,000 a year income plus my Air Force
retirement of $85,000 for a total of $420,000. I think
we will do very nicely on that revenue stream for our
retirement years.
Ooops! My cell phone is ringing so I'll have to finish
this later...
Monday 7:30pm
That was Lydia on the cell phone Sunday morning telling
me to hurry up to Room 246 and to come on in because
she left the door cracked and not locked. I rushed up
to the room and found Lydia naked on the bed beckoning
me to her where she gave me a big kiss with a mouth
full of her clients fresh cum which she slipped in to
my mouth.
I swallowed that sweet load and then asked her how it
went. She said she had a great time with Steve, as
usual, and was really proud of herself because she
finally succeeded in overloading Steve's balls by 1:30
in the morning to where he didn't have any more cum to
shoot until 7:30 this morning after giving his balls
five or six hours to recover from her aggressive attack
on his cock with her mouth and cunt for almost seven
hours non-stop beginning after dinner from 6:30 pm on
Saturday to 1:30am on Sunday.
She said that she needed to get home and get some rest
because she got a call on her cell phone last night
from Erotica with a two day gig with a Middle East oil
sheik who was in Washington for a meeting with some
World Bank officials and wanted to be serviced by three
whores for two nights starting at 6:30 tonight.
She had already lined up Ingrid as the third whore. She
said this guy liked three whores to service him at the
same time in his ass, cock and mouth and in between his
getting his cock fucked, his ass licked and sucked, and
eating a cunt, he liked to watch women having lesbian
sex. Erotica said that this gig would probably pay
about $150,000 each for all three of them.
I started to get off the bed and collect Lydia's
clothes for her when she said, "Slow down baby we don't
have to rush right off. I still have a cunt full of
fresh cum and cunt juice. It's only been about 45
minutes since Steve last fucked me. Don't you want to
eat out my cunt honey?" I said, "Oh my god, yes of
course. You bet I do. I was so excited about the
prospect of a $150,000 payday that I forgot," and I
buried my face and mouth in Lydia's cunt and began
sucking out all that tasty cum and cunt juice while
Lydia caressed the hair on my head and began moaning
with pleasure.
"Oh that feels so good darling, suck it all out baby,
fuck it with your tongue, I love it when you eat my
cunt like this," and her hips began to hump and writhe
as her orgasm was building, and then I started nipping
at her cunt lips and swirling my tongue in her cunt
hole and she went crazy and went over the top with her
orgasm and started squirting clear sweet cunt juice in
to my mouth. Man do I ever love that cunt juice!!
When Lydia came down off her orgasm she said, "That was
wonderful darling. I really needed that. The orgasms I
have with men that I'm whoring with never really seem
complete to me. It's only when you bring me off that I
really feel completely fulfilled. I love you so much.
Thank you baby. We can go home now."
That was one of those simple but magic moments that
reinforce my love for this woman of mine. She may be a
whore who will have happily fucked and sucked literally
thousands of men over the course of her whoring career,
mainly to please me, but also for her own pleasure, but
I'm still the only one that can make her complete and
feel totally loved and fulfilled. That simple comment,
'It's only when you bring me off that I really feel
completely fulfilled. I love you so much. Thank you
baby. We can go home now.' says more than ten thousand
words professing undying love, commitment, and devotion
could ever say so well. She's a fighter pilot's wife
and my woman and I'm her man.
And what about me you ask? Well, the fringe benefits
aren't so bad. As the business manager, (ok, ok, pimp
if you insist), for our little enterprise consisting of
Carolyn, Lydia, and Ingrid, I get to enjoy the cunts
and mouths on my cock of three of the finest whores to
be found anywhere in the country. I'm not complaining.
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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