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Repost of my story originally appearing on the Kristen Archives, Directory
40.
{ASS} RP The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore {MuffDiver} (MMF, bi, inc,
1st, swing, wife, military)
Author: MuffDiver
Title: The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore
Summary: A fighter pilot's wife begins her adult life as a conventional
house wife and home maker and is transformed into a sophisticated high class
whore with the approval and eager collaboration of her husband.
Keywords: MMF, bi, inc, 1st, swing, wife, military
A story by MuffDiver originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives,
Directory 40.
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Title: The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore
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'm pretty sure that one of them is a bi-sexual and I
bet he would really have a great time sucking your cock and eating your cock
sauce. But I need to have a few more dates with all of 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 lease on 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. But
my biggest fantasy is to take on at least a dozen hard cocks being jacked
off all at once with all of them simultaneously shooting their big loads of
hot cum into my mouth and all over my face. Oooohhhh, just thinking about
it 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 with last dibs on your cunt. And as for getting you
serviced by as many as a dozen or more cocks at once, I'll start brain
storming some ideas for making that happen. Maybe we could come with a plan
for maybe having an annual award free "fuck the whore" party with you in
the starring role of the whore to be fucked for the twelve best performing
johns of the year who showed the most imagination in ravishing your body.
In the meantime, I'll start tonight while you're fucking Steve to work out a
business plan with cost-benfit financial projections and everything for
setting up our own apartment for you to service your johns. 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, and having twelve hard cocks shoot their
loads of cum into your mouth and all over your face 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 cum swallowing 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 he 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..., Aaaaaaahhhhhh...I can feel your hot jism
filling me up...don't stop lover...I'm CUMMMINNNGGGG....., OH GOD AM I
CUMMMINNNNNNGGGG.."
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 her sweet ass 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 and dumped
his load of cum into Lydia's cunt, 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 humping my cunt up hard against your cock 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 and said,
"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 Norm 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. So 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. But 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. And 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
Januar