I couldn’t believe how easy it was. 8 AM – dropped my husband off at the airport. 10 AM – I was being fucked by a handsome stranger in a hotel room two miles from the airport. Yeah, that’s right, I’m cheating on my husband.
For all you judgment types, this might be a good time to find another story. There’s some good fetish pieces or stories about men convincing their wives to fuck other men. The things I’m going to reveal here may upset some people, especially when I get into the details of my indiscretions. It may interest you to know, most – no, all, of the wives I know have cheated on their husbands at one time or another. The only difference between them and me; I do it on a regular basis and don’t feel guilty in the least.
This morning was a typical scenario, so let’s start there. I prepared to drop my husband, who I’ll simply refer to as Dumbass, off at terminal 6, by dressing in a short leather miniskirt, a form fitting top and 5 inch strappy high heels. Dumbass thinks I dress this way to give him something sexy to remember for his nine month or longer deployments.
“I can’t wait to come back to this,” he said as he kissed me goodbye and grabbed my ass one last time. Dumbass looked good in his service uniform, as he grabbed his on-flight bag and headed out the gate to his flight.
The truth is, in these heels and showing lots of leg, I can find a willing male without having to even having to leave the concourse. I headed to the nearest lounge and ordered a whiskey sour. It’s the kind of drink early in the morning that says the woman sipping it is looking to get laid. I found a table and put my purse by the next chair. The first man by was an older distinguished type in casual slacks and a golf shirt. “Hi, I’m Charley, is this seat taken?”
“Oh, I sorry, I’m holding it for my husband,” I replied. He moved on. I thought I could do better.
Honestly, guys take this as a lesson; don’t start out a pickup session by handing out your name and don’t ask to sit by a woman in a situation like this. If a chick is downing a whiskey sour at 8:15 in an airport bar, it’s because we want to get fucked.
The next one up slid in next to me and said, “Hey, arriving or departing?”
“Oh, I’m departing, but have a few hours on layover. I’m just killing some time. Any suggestion?”
Now you’ll notice his line was direct, but kind of tired delivery that was a bit clumsy. What helped him was that he was devastatingly handsome, well dressed and looked like he could pick up a cue.
“I’m just getting in. You could lay over at my hotel,” he said with a wink. He, winked, he actually fucking winked at me. By he looked like he could sling some pipe, so what the hell.
“Tell you what. I’ll go to your hotel, but as a penalty for the lamest pickup line, you’ll have to buy me another drink first.” We both laughed, but I wasn’t kidding.
Twenty minutes later a taxi dropped us off in front of an upscale downtown hotel. His room was on the fifth floor. I’d already insisted on no names between us; I’ll call him The Beast.
After removing his suit jacket, The Beast, kissed me and ran his hands over my body especially checking out my boobs. A lot of guys do that. I have a fairly large set of breasts considering my frame is fairly slender. They’re all trying to figure out is there are natural, which is the case. “You know, it’s easier to tell if they’re real by sucking them,” I said.
He took the hint and unbuttoned my blouse and short skirt. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, so I let him slide down my tiny black panties as he kissed my navel and worked his way down to my freshly shaved pussy. The Beast used his tongue to stimulate my clit and then stood back to admire me. My long wavy black hair cascaded past my shoulders and I gave him a brief pose to show was he was about to enjoy.
“Your eyes are so blue. They look amazing with your dark hair.”
I laughed and appreciated the compliment. Dumbass rarely said things like that anymore, especially after our second child was born. He just saw me now as the mother of his children, although I’m not completely sure our youngest daughter is his.
The Beast was nicely put together. His European cut dress shirt hugged his muscular upper body. He obviously worked out. He stripped it off and peeled down to boxer shorts, before carrying me to the bed and nuzzling my tits. He took his time with those as he began to finger my slit. I spread my legs and felt myself on the edge of a mild orgasm. Usually, with a new lover, I can cum a few times in the first session. Today looked to be no different as I moaned my pleasure into his ear.
“You, like oral, don’t you?”
“What woman doesn’t?”
He dove his head between my parted legs and began to lap away at my labia. My head swirled as The Beast explored my opening with this talented tongue. I lost track of the amount of time he was down there, but began to feel like it was approaching another climax, although wanted to save that for the main event. Instead, I pushed him over and pulled off his shorts. His cock size was about average. Most men are averaged size. That’s why it’s called average. Still, I mentioned how large he was and only hoped I could get it all into my mouth.
I had no trouble getting him down my throat and making a show of it. I fondled his balls and watched his face. I wanted him to cum in my pussy. “You look ready,” I announced and straddled myself on top of him. I lowered myself onto his erection and rode The Beast for fifteen minutes before I came. He lasted another five and we cuddled and kissed for quite some time after. That last part is something Dumbass hasn’t bothered with in years, either.
I looked at my watch around 11 AM. “I’ve got to get back to the airport. I’ll get a taxi by myself.”
The Beast walked his fingers over my damp back and said, “Why not call to see if your flight is delayed. We could go another round in a while.”
I made an excuse that I needed to get seated early. I cleaned up and kissed him goodbye. There was no doubt he was a good fuck. But I was on a roll and felt like hunting new prey. Without looking at his face, I could tell he looked at me longingly as I exited his door.
I went down to the restaurant, ordered a mixed salad for lunch and called home. “Anne, its Callie, how are the kids?”
“They’re doing fine. Are you going to be out late? No, problem, I’ll keep them busy,” she replied.
Anne was a good friend. Both of us have husbands in the military. We watch each other kids, when one of us goes out to fuck around. She recently confessed to me that she’s taken to hitting up lesbian bars and calls herself Bi Until Homecoming.
I started out my first couple of years faithfully waiting for my man to come home. I married too young; I was just 18 and realized after a couple of years, I’d missed a lot by being talked into being a service wife. We were married three months, when Dumbass got sent overseas. Our son was a year and half old when he first met his dad. I hoped Dumbass would get out and work on raising his budding family, but a he re-upped and after six months of his depression and drinking to deal with it, went back for another year overseas. The upshot, he’s career military and I’m his wife in waiting. He sends money home, but I still have to work to make ends meet. I rarely see him and when I do, he isn’t really there. By the third deployment, I took to finding out what I’ve been missing in the years between 18 to 27.
Yeah, I’m a horrible unpatriotic dirty slut, traitorous cunt, disloyal bitch. Whatever, you care to call me. I quit feeling guilty the second time I cheated. What a night that was.
I got invited to a party by a friend of a friend. I didn’t know anyone, which is a good thing when you looking to screw around on your man, because nobody knows you. The gossip doesn’t get back home that way. It was at a nice house a few miles from our two bedroom apartment. There were a lot of men there, mostly young single and on the make for pussy. I had on a pair of raggedy denim cut off shorts and a tube top, for the warm summer night. I got lots of views from interested admirers, but decided to see how far I could push things.
I finished my second drink and went out to the patio. A couple of long haired guys were chatting. One had shoulder length brown hair and a couple of tattoos on his biceps. The other was a surfer blonde dude, with his hair in a ponytail. We exchanged pleasantries. I figured them for a couple years younger; I was 25 at the time and they were definitely not connected to the military. They both were checking me out, most likely trying to figure out who would make a play for me first. I wanted both and moved to break the ice.
“You guys mind if I smoke a joint?” I said as I pulled a doobie out of my purse. They both nodded while I lit up and took a deep drag. I handed ponytail the gonja and we proceeded to chat and get stoned. Tattoo boy was named Tony and ponytail was called Sky.
I stared up at the moon and said, “Holy shit, that weed is strong. I get stupid horny when I’m this wasted.” I didn’t take the two for Bible thumpers and sure enough they took my hint.
We make it back to Tony’s place a block away and within minutes, my shorts were on the floor, next to my colorful wedge platforms and tube top. I hadn’t bothered with underwear at all that night. I took turns kissing both of them and then worked at sucking both of their cocks. Sky’s pubs were shaved and his cock looked bigger, even though they proved to be the same size as measured in my mouth.
“I’ve never been double penetrated before. Who wants the back door?” I asked.
Tony lowered me onto Sky’s stiff schlong and I adjusted to the intrusion in my rectum quickly. He then entered my waiting pussy and the two proceeded to pump me with the next half hour. I came at least three times; I lost count, before the two shot their loads almost simultaneously. I remember screaming out as I had my final climax with the two.
We were so involved, no one noticed that Tony’s roommate had come into the living room and was standing there watching us fuck. Both Sky and Tony sat naked and watched as I undressed the roommate, whose name I never bothered to learn and began to suck on his rapidly hardening penis. When he was completely erect, I got down on my knees and he took me Rocky(D)gy style while the other two tried to get theirs back up. He came quickly, but I didn’t care. I was done having orgasms for the night, I just wanted to be as nasty on my birthday as possible. Dumbass had completely forgotten and this was my present to myself.
Sky managed to get semi-hard and worked my puss a bit longer, but wasn’t up to finishing. I pulled on my shorts and top and left without leaving a name or phone number. I was done with these guys and ready to move on to new conquests.
As I sat in the hotel restaurant contemplating past adventures, I noticed a few men stroll by the table to check me out. Not many would be ballsy enough to hit on a woman eating her lunch alone, but one man approached and stood directly across from me.
“Excuse me, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I noticed you when you came into the hotel with that man. And now you’re here alone.” He paused and looked a bit nervous.
“Yes, I’m alone eating lunch. And?”
He turned away and looked embarrassed. He was older, perhaps in his fifties, but still a nice looking man with gray temples and dressed in an expensive suit. “Are you a hooker?” he asked in a soft voice.
His face went flush and he said, “I’m not a cop. It’s just the ways you’re dressed. I was just looking for a good time.”
This was a new one. I’ve been called at a lot of things, but this was my first time being mistaken for a hooker. “No, I’m a military widow and I’m just here for some cheap meaningless sex.” It was mostly true.
“I’m sorry to have bothered you. I just wanted…” He turned to walk away.
He was older than any guy I’d ever fucked, but then again he was doable. I decided to throw caution to the wind and pulled him aside. “Look my husband’s insurance policy isn’t much, I could use some extra money for funeral expenses.” My heart began to beat faster. I wondered if I’d need to be bailed out on prostitution charges tonight.
He smiled and whispered, “I can go $500 for the afternoon.”
We rode the elevator to his 10th floor room. This was ill advised, but I was so excited, it seemed worth the risk. He counted out the bills and explained he was on a company expense account. I explained I’d never done anything like this before, but was in dire need of quick cash to make the mortgage. No cops rushed the room after the cash hit the table, nor as my cloths hit the floor. He looked at his new purchase admiringly and had me unzip him on my knees. I pulled down his trousers and took his erection in my mouth.
He worked me until he said he wanted me on the bed and proceeded to have at me in a standard missionary position. He actually asked if I would mind if he kissed me. I decided to allow it, but regretted not keeping things on a more professional basis.
He managed to pump me for another ten minutes and then came inside me. I let him rest and said, “You’ve hired me for the rest of the afternoon. Is there anything more I could do for you?”
“You were fantastic. You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I could go again, but would you be willing to entertain one of my customers? I’d pay extra for that.”
So far, I’d worked for less than a half hour and make five hundred. I was an official whore on top of everything else people could call me. Why the fuck not?
I was delivered by Mr. Johnson, as I was now referring to my first ‘client’ to a room on the same floor.
The client was an older Asian businessman and very polite. He was very gentlemanly as he watched me remove my clothing in a slow silent striptease. I sat in his lap grinding my pussy into his undershorts covered crotch, but could sense his erection. This time when he moved in for a kiss. I apologized and said that was the one thing I wasn’t allowed to do. I make up for it by massaging his back.
Mr. Chen, as I called him, then took me Rocky(D)gy style and rammed me as hard as I’ve ever been fucked. I bit my lip to avoid having him know that I had just had a real orgasm, instead waiting until he was near to ejaculating to produce a politely fake climax.
I was tipped $100 by Mr. Chen, so as I rode back to the airport, I counted $1,100 in cash, four solid organisms and a brand new way to cuckold my Dumbass husband. I’m sure we’ll divorce eventually when the kids are old enough to handle it, but in the meantime, I have my way of dealing with being a lonely wife.
Judge me if you want. Say what you will. This isn’t even the worst stuff I’ve done or for that matter will be doing.
What put me on the path to being an unfaithful – a disloyal fucking bitch, according to some – wife? It was never something I set out to be. I started out keeping the home fires burning and waiting for my man to return. At the end of the first tour, my husband came home and swept me off my feet as soon as we enter the doorway of our little apartment. I’d arranged a sitter for our toddler that evening and I was consumed like a bottle of water by a man that’s been wandering in the desert for months.
He carried me into the bedroom and I was stripped naked and I proudly showed off the body that I’d spent months working to restore form giving birth to our son. His hands were rough, but felt so good as they ran across my tender flesh. He remained in his fatigues, as I was cradled naked in his lap, his hand caressing my damp vagina and softly playing with my clitoris. I moaned out my genuine pleasure. For months, I’d waited for him, not even pleasuring myself for weeks in anticipation of this very moment.
“I want you to take me any way you’ve ever thought about. Nothing about me is off limits to you,” I cooed into his ear. “I’m yours do have as you please. Anything you please”
He licked his lips that the thought. “Is the offer just for the night?”
“It’s for as long as you want it, baby.”
I honestly hoped he’d use his perverted imagination to defile me in ways I’d never experienced. My eyes rolled back and I achieved a powerful climax and shamelessly announced it to the room. I began to pull away the Velcro of his camo blouse and slide it off his shoulders. His skivvy shirt was the next to go. At last he lay spread before me on the bed, naked, tough and hard. I was as excited to have him take me as when he first deflowered me just I’d turned 18 before we married.
I took his penis into my mouth and began to lick his stiffness. I ran my tongue around the hood of his circumcision and he shot a load of cream directly into my mouth. I was surprised, but tried to swallow as much as I could. He yelled out, “Oh, fucking shit.”
“It’s Ok, baby. You’re just excited. We’ve been waiting months. I came a bit myself, this morning when I saw you on the tarmac.”
“God fucking damn it. Shit,” he yelled. It took time to calm him down.
When we started being intimate, he could ejaculate into me and remain semi-hard while remaining in position. Within minutes, he could get himself hard enough of another round. I was sure he could easily have another go with me tonight.
I massaged his shoulders and rubbed his entire body. He began to get hard again and I carefully performed oral once more. This time he found his way to my waiting pussy and pumped away as my legs wrapped around him. I’d painted my toenails hot pink, which he always said made me look kind of slutty. That was exactly what I wanted to be tonight.
We went a half hour and then that turned to forty five minutes and then seemed to drag on past an hour. I wanted to say something, but his pride had already been wounded. I spied him looking at the clock, just before he faked an orgasm. We both rolled over on our backs perspiring in the warmth of the summer’s night. He fell asleep without saying another word. I drifted off a short time later.
About 4 Am, I woke up and found myself alone. I heard him moving around in the living room and realized he must be in a completely different time zone. I called out, “Everything alright, babe?”
He called back, “Yeah, just fucking great. I’ll come back in.” He sounded drunk.
It turned out he was very drunk. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was flushed. His shorts also showed a tent pole poking out of the front.
“You said you’d let me have you anyway I want.”
“Of course. I’ll do anything with you.”
“I want your goddamn fuck ass. You’ve never let me fuck you in the ass before. I want you to try to stop me.”
It was something I’d always be a little afraid to try. I had a lot of friends say it was a great way to avoid getting pregnant, but I’d never thought of myself as an anal girl.”
I rolled over and used the warming lube we had on hand. My butthole burned at first, although I quickly adjusted. “Just, please be gentle, I’m a virgin down there.”
He slid his way up my anus in one motion. I squeeze the pillow to control the sudden rush of pain, which gradually subsided. I felt like a filthy tart as he violated my rear; it was wonderful. I came as I fingered my own pussy. I’ll admit it, I really liked the act; it was wonderfully wicked.
He slapped me hard across one of my ass cheeks and called me a “fucking worthless cum dump.” A short time later he unloaded into my rectum. No sooner did he pull out of me, then he simply fell asleep. I lay there in the bed wondering if the words were just rough role play as his seaman leaked out of my asshole onto the sheets. That would be our only sex act for the rest of the week, even when I tried to entice him with a variety of sexy lingerie and naked invitations to our bed.
The next day, we prepared for a welcome home reception at his base. It was important to go, since senior staff would be there. He seemed anxious about the entire affair. “It’s not that big a deal,” I reminded him, “You’ve finished your tour and you’re getting out in a couple of months.”
I looked at his face as he said nothing.
“You are getting out, aren’t you? We talked about that before you left.”
He turned on me and snapped, “Jesus Fucking Christ, Callie, why are you always ragging on me? What business do you have controlling my life?”
“It’s just that we’d planned on moving on to a more stable life.”
“You had no fucking idea what stability even is. Do you think I’m selling insurance out there? What I do is important.”
I couldn’t help myself, I lashed back, “You aren’t getting out, are you?”
“No, I’m not. I’m needed. I’ve signed on for another three years.”
“Couldn’t we have talked about it first?”
“What, run to you and get your permission to have a career. Do I have to give you my consent to answer phones at an insurance office, as if that’s something that matters?”
“I don’t answer phones. I’m a customer service rep. And it fucking helps pay the bills around here.”
“Oh, there you go again. My enlisted husband doesn’t make enough for me to stay home and take care of my baby.”
“I never said that, and he’s our child.”
“Yeah, just how I wanted to start out life.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing. Get your ass dressed. Be supportive of me for once.” The bedroom door slammed behind his and I heard the liquor cabinet door in the kitchen open. I told myself he was having trouble adjusting to being home. I lot of couples had to realign to each other. I soothed my anger and got my ass dressed.
At the reception, I mingled with the other enlisted wives and watched as my husband socialized with his comrades. He smiled and laughed. I thought maybe I was being too hard on him. This could be his calling and who was I to not be supportive. He had a hard job and it wasn’t an easy life, but our nation need its military.
An attractive woman in her late thirties approached me. “Callie, how are you?”
I knew who she was; the COs wife. I didn’t know she had any idea who I was.
“Hello, Mrs. Adams. I fine and so happy my husband’s back.”
She pulled me aside. “Susanne, please. And I can tell that you’ve had a very good homecoming.”
I blushed and said, “Is it that obvious?”
“We’ve all been subject to enthusiastic returns, especially from the first tour. Major Adams is very impressed by your husband’s abilities and is so glad he’s staying on. He has a very bright future.”
We made small talk and I presented my best political smile. In the back of my mind, I thought it was odd I was apparently the last to know that Dumbass was looking at a full career in the military.
Two months later, we attended another party for Major Adams promotion to Lieutenant Colonel. Dumbass had already received his E-5 Sargent stripes, so it looked as if his wagon had been hitched to a rising star. He was set to go overseas in a couple more months and that was that. I smiled through it all, until Lieutenant Colonel Adams approached me just before we left for the evening and pulled me aside.
This was a big deal. A lowly sergeant’s wife didn’t get a conversation with his CO for no reason.
“Callie, I need to talk to you about your husband. He’s a good man and I’d hate to lose him. I need to see you in private, tomorrow.” That would set my life on a new direction.
Over the course of the next year later, Dumbass was assigned overseas and make occasional trips home for a week at a time. I usually received an initial rough fucking on the first night and if I was lucky, a goodbye bang. I won’t use the term love making; getting nailed, screwed or ridden are more descriptive. It was made clear to me that I was his cum receptacle and my main task when he was home was to, “Keep that squalling brat quite, when I’m trying to unwind.”
I didn’t much care by then. I found an outside lover at kept me occupied when I was alone. My rules were never philander with anyone from: 1) work, 2) the military, 3) a neighbor or friend of his, or 4) anyone who could come back to haunt me. I’ve paid the price for violating a couple of those, but at least never got caught. Dumbass may have lost interest in me, but he is insanely jealous of his “property” being toyed with. At one point he wanted his name tattooed on my ass, as a reminder. I told him I was allergic to the ink.
I met a man that I didn’t work directly with, but had come into contact with as a result of my job. I knew he was married, and that worked for me. Dameon knew I was married, but I didn’t hand out any details. Our first date consisted of drinks at a popular casual dining restaurant and bar near his work. I dressed in a short skirt and low cut top that said what I wanted. We chatted, ate and drank as I waited for him to make a move.
“Hasn’t been easy finding time for us to finally get together, has it?” he said as he obviously eyed my cleavage.
“My life’s crazy at the moment. I’m glad you’re willing to put up with it.”
He ran a figure along the side of my arm, testing the waters. “We need to be careful, but it’s worth it.” He grew more confident that I was receptive to his advances. He took my hand and kissed me lightly on the lips.
I felt a rush of excitement. He was a large, handsome stud of a man, with a stylish close cropped goatee. The fact that he was black thrilled me even more. I suppose it had something to do with rebelling against the racist musings of my parents and relatives, but the idea of being seduced by this man had my head spinning. I allowed my fingers to explore his chest. When I was sure no one was looking, I ran my hand down to his crotch. His erection told me that I was about to add a new demerit to my list of transgressions against my husband.
“I take it, you’d like to get a room here?” he said as my hand rubbed his stiff member and I lasciviously ran my tongue along my lips.
“We’d be arrested if you took me here on the table.”
Fifteen minutes later, I displayed myself naked in front of him. He remained clothed and admired my body, which I provided every opportunity to view. I pulled his trousers down and placed his cock into my mouth. It wasn’t that much bigger than any other I’ve come across, but that didn’t matter. It was something outside my narrow, prejudiced travels and I was violating those norms. Fuck the closed-minded social demands for a proper white woman, I thought to myself as he lowered me to the bed and inserted himself into my juicy pussy.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and watched was he pumped away at me. The contrast between our flesh took me to a new height of exhilaration. I wished there had been mirrors on the ceiling, so I could fully view my lily white ass being fucked by this dark toned male. I make do by seeing his butt sway as he stimulated my clitoris. I came quickly and let Dameon know it. He carried on without missing a beat.
I managed two other smaller organisms before he signaled his. He kissed me the entire time and whispered in my ears how beautiful I was. Afterword he held me and we make silly talk about our shared adventure. I scarcely noticed that his condom had broken, and decided not to make a big deal of it. Next time I’d provide better ones.
I began to see him on a semi-regular basis over the course of a few months. We both knew it was for the sex and would lead to nothing more. I was clear on that. Our love making was always intense and there’d be the occasional condom blowout. I was on the pill and infections seemed unlikely, so I didn’t worry too much.
The end came on our tenth date. “We’re going to have to take a break for a while. My husband’s coming home for a few weeks.”
“Why’s he back?” Dameon asked with his arms wrapped around my torso and he played with my breasts.
Without thinking I said, “He’s on R and R and is stationed close enough, he’s willing to come home.”
Dameon pushed me out of his embrace. “You man’s in the military?”
I sat up. The details of my life were off limits, but he pressed me. I admitted I was a service wife and revealed his branch.
“Goddamn it,” he yelled with the first fit of anger I’d seem in him. I was informed he’d been in the same branch at one point in his life.
“I’m not screwing with a brother in arms’ woman; you fucking tramp. What the hell is wrong with you. Hasn’t the guy got it tough enough, without you passing around your pussy on him?”
I stood and gather my clothes. I dressed as quickly as I could. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you’d been in the military. It makes that much of a difference?”
“Hell yeah, it does. It’s one thing to screw around on your man, but in these times, you’re worse that a betrayer,” he said becoming enraged. “Fuck off, cunt. Get your cheap ass on out of here.”
I ran from the room as soon as I could cover myself up. This was bad. He knew my first name and it wouldn’t take a genius to track me down, if he wanted to tell my husband.
A few weeks later, things got worse. I realized I was pregnant. My pills had proven ineffective. For the next eight months, I lost sleep wondering who the father might be. It was possible it was from Dumbass. He’d been home at the right time. It was also possible it was Dameon and my cheating would be revealed in the delivery room. I began to lose sleep and worried what would happen if I had a little black daughter. Tests could reveal the sex, but not race of a baby.
As my time approached, I took a drastic step. I requested an audience with LtCol Adams. Under the circumstances, he owed me a few favors.
He greeted me warmly and told me how well my husband was doing now. He’d turned things around with my intervention and was once again looking at a promising career. He looked over my belly and asked about my due date.
“That’s just it. It’s in April. My husband gets home at the end of March. Can you delay his return for a month and not ask me any questions?”
His face flushed and he started to ask, but held off.
If there is anything I’ve done to Dumbass, this was the worst and one thing I am ashamed of myself for doing, but at that moment, I didn’t see a choice.
His CO sent orders for an extension and as I suspected, Dumbass was only too glad not to have to be there when I popped another one out. The girl was 6 pounds, 9 ounces and white when he arrived home, and receive the same lack of attention as our son. I was overjoyed, but knew he still might not be the father. There was one other possibility.
It was 9 PM on a cold Tuesday night and I was sitting at a bar on the other side of town. I had a date set up with a married man I’d first met online. It wasn’t really so much a date, as it was a quick get together for sex. We’ve had sex twice before and most likely this will be our last encounter. I was no longer looking for a relationship or an emotional connection since my disaster with Dameon I was there for uncomplicated sex. Mark, the man I was meeting seemed too eager to see me; I was starting to worry he’s becoming attached to me.
In our last romp, after fucking, he pulled me over to him and said, “Babe, you give me something my wife never does.”
My ‘oh shit’ alarm went off immediately. I joked, “What? A blowjob? I’ll let you rim my asshole?”
Mark laughed. “No, not that I don’t enjoy those things. I feel like we have a bond. I’m drawn to you.”
Explaining my needs to keep my fraying family intact as much as possible, I discouraged him from even thinking this was anything more than a brief tryst. Usually, married men are the best ones to screw around with. They have more to lose. Divorce, lawyers, spousal support, child support and all that shit dissuaded the married ones from wanting more than a few quick fuck and suck sessions. I got out quickly.
Somehow he’d talked me into one more date. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good fuck; way better than Dumbass. Our sex life had gone from romance and sweaty mattress maneuvers that lasted hours, to what I can only crudely call minutes long pump and dumps. The stale booze on Dumbass’ breath was an added touch that made me want it to end even quicker.
I looked at my watch, I’ve been here for thirty minutes. I had to be home by 11. Time was running out and now for all the trouble, I might not get laid. I checked my phone, no calls.
Quarter of 10 – Mark was the fuck out of luck. I left the bar.
Upon arriving home, I received a text from good old Mark. “Sorry, I couldn’t get away. Tomorrow? Please?”
He couldn’t get away from the wife long enough to let me know I’d wasted an evening? I texted back, “que lastima.” If he didn’t know Spanish, he could Google it. He’d never hear from me again.
“A total bust. The asshole never showed.”
“Men can be such dicks. Why don’t you join me and a couple of other girls on Friday? We’re going to have a wild night.”
Oddly, Anne and I had never done much together socially. She’d watch my kids when I went out, I’d watch her when she did her thing. I was reluctant to get together with her friends, but she agreed to go out the following Friday with me for my decadence.
The next Friday, I dressed in a tight little black dress and a pair of sexy wedge boot heels. With my hair in a single wide braid, I figured we’d hit a couple watering spots, dance, find a few men and pair off. Anne turned out to be far more casually dressed in jeans and a light blouse. “You didn’t need to get all scanked up,” she said as she eyed me with an odd grin.
In the car on the way to meet the other gals, she handed me a joint and said, “Here, this should mellow you out. Just be willing to go with the evening and enjoy yourself.”
I took a few deep drags and wondered what she had in mind. We were both very relaxed by the time we reached Linda’s home. Linda was a tall chestnut haired woman, I guessed to be a shade over thirty. She hugged me as I entered through the front door.
We went to the living room and Linda brought out glasses of white wine along with finger foods. There was a large bong on the center of the round glass top coffee table. Linda lit the bowl, took a deep drag and passed it to me. I put the mouthpiece over my lips and drew in the smoke, held it down for as long as I could and exhaled through my nose. It was the most potent weed I’d ever partaken. “Is this just pot?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s just the good shit. Organic. Linda has a prescription,” Anne said just before she took another hit.
“Well, thanks for sharing your medication.” I noticed Anne and Linda sitting very closely together.
We continued to chat away until the doorbell rang. Linda hopped up to answer, returning a short time later with a woman she introduced as Mackenzie. Although, Mackenzie was slender and nicely proportioned in her tank top and shorts, the thing that stood out about her was the sleeve of tattoos on her upper right arm and bicep of flowers and vines and her short dark hair, which gave me the instant vibe of her being gay.
Linda again sat snugged up to Anne and Mackenzie was positioned next to me. I began to realize, they’d planned her as my ‘date’ for the evening.
“Linda, it smells like an opium den in here,” Mackenzie complained as she sipped wine. Linda handed her the bong, but she said she’d prefer to stick with Chardonnay and passed it on to me.
I took a really deep puff and waited an eternity to exhale. I’d never been with another chick before, but in her own way Mackenzie was quite sexy. She wore wedged flip flops with a turquoise shade of nail polish and had nice shapely legs. Her eyes were an unusual shade of blue, and I found myself wonder what it would be like to kiss her pouty lips.
As stoned as I was, I tried making cleaver conversation with her, without stumbling over my own words. I felt nervous and frightened of failure to score with her. After an hour, Linda and Anne excused themselves. A short time later, I heard the bedroom door close and the two of them giggling.
“Kind of clumsy, it’s it? I wasn’t expecting a setup tonight, either,” Mackenzie said. She’d mention that she’d just turned 21 and had just finished college. I didn’t mention I’d finished high school nearly a decade ago.
“I don’t know what to expect. I’ll be honest…”
She stopped me and told me not to feel pressured. We could just talk.
Unable could wait any longer, I pressed my lips to hers. My heart beat as I hoped she wouldn’t be repulsed. Then I felt her tongue dance across my lips. It was unlike any kiss I’d ever experienced. Her lips were amazingly soft and I began to explore her body. She was smooth and perfectly toned. I felt a pang of jealousy as I secretly compared her body to mine that had birthed two children, but I was enraptured by her raw sexuality.
I ran my hand inside her braless tank and cupped her breasts in the palm of my hand. While not large, they were well proportioned to her body and her nipples were big and erect. I wanted to suck on them so badly. She seemed to sense my wanton desires and grabbed me by the hand, leading me to a guest bedroom.
Mackenzie unzipped the back of my dress and I wiggled it down. After pulling her top over her head, I nearly tore my own strapless bra off. I hugged her and we pressed our breasts together as we held hands and kissed. I let my tongue enter her mouth and enjoyed her pushing her back into mine.
Next we removed each other’s panties. She was completely shaved, just as I am and I placed my hand on her mound and allowed my fingers to explore. She moaned briefly as I touched her clitoris for the first time. It seemed so strange to be touching her vagina. It felt like my own, except as if I was masturbating into a mirror.
She had me lay on the bed and raise my legs as high as I could. I felt her head come over my crotch and then shivered as the tip of her tongue began to dance across my button. Between the being so high and the formerly unknown pleasure of being handled by another woman, my head rushed from the excitement. When a couple of fingers entered my hole, I came immediately and screamed out in uncontrolled ecstasy. As I calmed down, I realized that Linda and Anne would now know I was experiencing lesbian pleasures for the first time, perhaps the entire block, but I didn’t care. I wanted more.
She continued to work me and I climaxed one more. I lay panting and perspiring, unsure if I could withstand another such powerful orgasm.
Instead of reversing locations, Mackenzie had me face her in sitting position, with our legs spread apart. Our pussies nearly rubbed against each other. I moved my hand between us and explored her wetness as I was finally allowed to taste her nipples. She periodically kissed my shoulders, until she moaned with unabashed delight. I came with a mild orgasm one more time, just from the knowledge that I’d produced a climax in another woman.
We lay flat on the bed, resting and passionately kissing. We may have talked, but I soon fell asleep in her arms. The next thing I can remember was being woken up by Anne and Linda, standing over us as we remained coiled naked in each other’s embrace.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, but we have to head home. We promised to be back by 1,” Anne reminded me, as she knowingly leered at me.
We drove home and I debated if I should be the one to call Mackenzie and when or wait for her to call me and when. I sounded like a schoolgirl having her first crush. Anne laughed. “It’s not as complicated as between men and women. But, now you understand what I’ve been telling you.”
A week later it was my turn to set the course for our next outing. I put on my reliable leather mini, a shimmering top and a pair of spike heels. I apply lots of eye shadow and lipstick. Anne lives one building over in the same apartment complex and I walked over to her place and knocked on the door.
“No, you are not going out this evening in mom jeans and sneakers,” I insisted when she opened the door.
We rooted through her closet and I founds a few short dresses she hadn’t worn in years. He claimed they won’t fit anymore. We compromised on a pair of form fitting jeans, a single shoulder strap top and a pair of leather single strap heels. I dragged her to the bathroom and added to her makeup. “For fuck’s sake, bitch, you can look hot when you try to,” I told her.
“It’s just when I go out to the lesbian places, I don’t have to bother.”
“It’s the bother that makes it fun. You are going to get laid tonight and you’ll see why it’s worth the effort. Go with the flow tonight.”
Anne seemed nervous and I pressed her for an explaination. “Truth, I’ve never been fucked by a strange man,” she confessed.
“You’re telling me, you’ve never screwed another man other than your husband?”
She laughed. “No, I was a real slut before we got married. Dozens of guys. I lost count. And I’ve had a couple of affairs since with men I knew, but I’ve never just gone out to just fuck.”
I shook my head. “You’re going to tonight. I never licked pussy until last week. Now I’m a big old lesbo because of you.”
“You’re still prejudice again gay women, aren’t you?”
We bantered back and forth about sexual orientation all the way to the club. It was a small place, but had good live music and some hot guys. We bought ourselves a couple of starter drinks; with luck, the only ones we’d need to buy ourselves for the night.
We started out dancing with several different men and Anne was beginning to loosen up. The free booze kept coming in, too, but I didn’t want to become so blind stinking drunk that we’d go home with just anybody. Finally, I focused onto a pair of twins. They were both tall and well-built men in their early to mid-twenties. So, we weren’t being total cougars. OK, Anne is over thirty, so she might qualify.
They were working the room, but I decide to expedite matters. I took Anne by the hand and pulled her over to them. “Hey, boys, you look like you know how to dance. My friend and I are just dying for some decent moves.”
“Hi, I’m Dan and this is my brother Don,” said the one that I selected as my dance partner. Matching names for twins, how adorable – if you’re six. But, then it was their parent’s choice not theirs.
And then Anne blurted out our real names, “I’m Anne and this is Callie.”
I never use my real name in a cheat – not anymore. Even a true first name can lead some creep to your doorstep, answered by your drunken angry husband with military grade weaponry at his disposal. Hopefully, they wouldn’t remember in the morning.
To make it short, we hit it off and dragged the twins back to our table. More drinks and then back to their condo. I fantasized in the car about having the two at once, but I wanted to see Anne getting fucked, so there was no way to work that out.
I figured we’d head off to the boy’s respective bedrooms, but Anne had other ideas. “I hope you don’t mind being with two bisexual ladies. Well, I’m committed, but I’ve just dragged Callie over to the dark side,” she said making the cutesy drunk thing work for her. What men would be bothered seeing two chicks lezzing off together?
She then grabbed me and planted a full mouth kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and her hand grabbed my ass. “Go with the flow,” she said quietly into my ear.
Glancing over, I could tell the brother was visibly turned on. OK, Anne wants to put on a show, I decide to make it a good one. I pulled her top off and then mine. I’d forced her to go braless and I undid the front clasp on mine. Her nipples were hard and pointing toward me. Our bare breasts met and we pressed them together as we French kissed. I unbutton my skirt as Anne pulled off her tight jeans. We kept our heels on and rubbed each other through our panties. Anne’s cootch was dripping wet and mine was beginning to flow as well.
Finally, we pulled each other’s panties down and Anne pressed her face into my aching puss. I moaned and I called her a fucking clit raider. Both twins were now completely naked and hard as rocks. I called out over my shoulder, “Do we have to do all the work or are you guys going to fuck us?”
I’m not sure if it was Dan or Don that filled my moist cunt. I didn’t care. I needed something stiff inside me. I kissed my male partner deeply and looked over to watch as Anne was being drilled by his identical likeness. I closed my eyes and fantasized about a double penetration by both of them. After I opened my eyes once again, I saw Anne was about to come. She had one of the filthiest lines of cum banter I’ve ever heard.
I came a short time later and the boys continued to hammer away at us for another twenty minutes. Anne’s guy came first, but it was a close race to the finish for both. The four of us lay on the carpet exhausted, naked and happy. Once I caught my breath, I decide to see if I couldn’t make my wet dream come true.
I drove my mouth in between Anne’s thighs and worked her clit with everything my tongue had to offer, only stopping to berate her for turning my Bi. My little ploy began to work. She came in an explosive orgasm in which she verbally returned my lesbian derogatory diatribe. By then the twins were stiff again.
“I don’t think Anne can take any more fucking tonight, but I’d love to take you both at once,” I said as I leaned back on the floor and spread my legs apart in the most promiscuous manner I could muster.
I’m not completely sure which was which, by minutes later, Dan was up my ass and Don worked my pussy. Anne sat and watched while remarking on what a total tramp I was. It was amazing to have two identical penises in my holes. They had the youth and vigor to cum inside me once more. Anne and I left a half hour later, sore, tired and completely satiated.
Over the course of a single week, a perfect shit storm blew into my life. Monday evening on the way home from work, my car threw a rod. As the oil leaked onto the asphalt on the side of the roadway, I knew it was toast. A mechanic told me two hours later, his repair estimate would run $2,000 more that the car was worth. At least Dumbass had his own car I could use; an eight cylinder testosterone tribute to his machismo that got 10 miles to the gallon. As my shit luck would have it, the mail contained a FINAL notice that said Dumbass was three months behind in his payments and the car would be repro’d in 15 days unless we caught up in full. The $200 we had in saving wouldn’t cut it.
In the same mail contained an announcement daycare was going up another 10 percent.
On Tuesday, I was called into a sudden meeting at work. Profits were down, expenses up – bottom line, they were closing our office effective immediately. One week severance, take it or leave it.
The next day, our son bit into a hotRocky(D) at the school cafeteria and screamed in agony. He bitten into a bit of bone in the frank had cracked his tooth. If we’d had TriCare, it would have helped with the coming bilsl, but Dumbass had preferred to get his muscle car to impress the rest of the barracks, than providing decent dental care for his family. The dentist explained he could pull the tooth, a permanent, for a lot less that putting in a crown. There are a lot of things I’ll do to cut corners and I’ll take the lumps on my own financial problems, but not where my kids are concerned.
Neither of us had family we could go to for money. I was screwed unless I could come up with a lot of money quickly. I’d heard of a woman in the complex that might be able help me out, if the rumors were true. Like me, she was the wife of an enlisted man, so she knew the tribulations.
I sat in Amanda’s kitchen and covered my problems, not sure what she’d recommend. She was sympathetic and asked how desperate I was. My answer was, “Dire. We could lose our apartment in a few weeks.”
She looked at me, turned away and then back again, as if summoning the courage to tell me. In a near whisper she asked, “Have you considered being a call girl?”
“No, I wasn’t thinking of that at all.” The look on my face was one of shock. I’d played a game once of hooking, but that was just some kinky adventure. Was she serious?
“Look, I’m sorry to have to bring it up. You’re young and attractive. A lot of enlisted wives have to do this on occasion to get by. I’d guess a third have at one time or another. I know a woman that can help you. She’s fair and will keep you out of trouble.”
Still stunned, I asked, “Have you ever?”
She looked down at the table. “Yes, I’ve worked off and on for a couple of years. Shit happens.”
It was true, there was a lot of shit happening for enlisted families. Nearly half of us were reduced to using food stamps in the commissaries. For people putting their lives on the line in defense of this country and their families, there wasn’t much money for the effort.
I thought it over in silence for several minutes. It was scary. But, I was in a real bind. “OK, can you get me in touch with her?”
A day later I sat in the living room of someone named, Karla, in my leather mini, my best fuck me pumps and a skin tight top, discussing “contract employment”. Karla was somewhere in her forties and nicely dressed. Her hair was expensively tinted and her nails professionally manicured. She smiled pleasantly when she asked, “Dear, would you mind taking your clothes off and showing me your body?”
I felt embarrassed, especially consider the large black male standing by the doorway. “Don’t worry about, James, he’s seen it all. He keeps all the ladies under my employ safe.”
Realizing that if I wanted to work for her, I couldn’t be shy. I disrobed and turned in front of them in nothing but my heels.
“I like that you don’t have any tattoos. Our clientele prefer more refined women.”
“Can I put my clothes back on now?”
“No, I’d like to see how comfortable you are in a situation like this. Please sit.”
I took a deep breath and did as asked.
“Have you ever had sex for money before, Dear?”
“Err, not really,” I replied, knowing that I had, sort of. At least I consider it a “sort of”.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Half of the women in this country have had sex for some form of consideration at some point in their lives.”
I briefly explained my hotel misadventure and blushed.
“I like that you have some experience, but not too much. You’ll fit in with us nicely.” James nodded in agreement.
The deal was that I’d be called and go to clients. I was technically an escort – there for my company only, but everyone knew I would be paid an additional fee to be fucked or whatever else the client wanted.
“There is one more thing, Dear. You’ll have to dress better.”
I looked at my mini skirt on the chair. It was the most expensive piece of clothing I owned. It did look cheap and worn. I was advanced $700 toward a new wardrobe. That would be my first two tricks, I calculated.
I was also instructed that clients of her establishment are never referred to as Johns or tricks. There was a host of other rules of etiquette. I signed an agreement to abide by all the rules. Amanda had pointed out to me, working for Karla was a lot better that making the drive to Nevada and working at a brothel or striking out on my own.
I spent the rest of the day buying my new work outfits. The money didn’t go far, but it was enough to start out.
A day later I tapped on the door to room 416 at a business class downtown hotel. It was past dark and I’d told Anne that I was working as a restaurant hostess while she watched the kids. She may have seen the holes in my story, but she knew enough about the lives we existed in not to ask too many questions. I was dressed like I belonged in a place like this. It’s funny, I dressed more like a whore before I began working as one.
The gentleman that answered the door seemed pleasant enough and was most likely in his mid- fifties. I introduced myself, “Good evening, sir, I’m Deborah.”
He said his name was Charley and he eyed me up and down approvingly. “You’re very pretty Deborah. I’m sure you show me a wonderful evening.” I wore a skirt, two inches above my knees and a satin tie back halter. Underneath I had dark seamed stocking supported by a garter belt and a matching black bra that my nipples rose above.
He asked if I’d care for a drink and according to the rule book, I was allowed one with each client. He poured me a Stoli on the rocks with a twist. I sat in a chair and slowly sipped at it with my legs crossed and my skirt moved a few more inches northward. He sipped his drink and enjoyed the view of my legs. It would have been weird on a regular date, by this was what I was being paid for.
We made causal conversation and he seemed impressed with my ability to hold up my end. It was stressed to me how important it was to be able to verbally engage a client, but to always keep the focus on his interests.
At last, he got to the heart of our transaction. He explained that he wanted oral and then standard intercourse. I quoted the company standard charges for my services and he agreed. I removed my blouse and skirt. Since I wasn’t wearing underwear per his prior request, he had full view of my naked vagina that I smilingly presented. “Would you like me to remove my bra, sir?”
“Yes, Deborah. Please do, but leave your heels and garter on.”
I unzipped his trousers and he was soon naked. I was allowed to kiss him, but no tongues, per the rules. On my knees, I began to suck his cock and watched his face carefully to make sure he didn’t approach climax too soon. The agency stressed that the clients get the full requested package and some don’t wish to admit they are overly excited.
Soon it was time to be placed top of the bed, not under the sheets unless the client specifically asks. Some clients prefer not to sleep on sheets soiled by even higher class prostitutes. The rules, once again.
He inserted himself into me and indicted he was enjoying his activity. I closed my eyes and thought of other things. If you’ve ever wondered what a prostitute thinks about while being serviced by a client, I’m not sure I could tell you. All I can say is that I fantasized about having Dumbass come home and finding me with two lawyers in the living room. “Welcome home. Here are the divorce papers. I’m taking the children you’ve never involved yourself with and leaving. There’s also a restraining order against you. Oh, and by the way, your car was just repossessed.”
Charley grunted into my ear and I could tell he was ejaculating. I thrust my hip to provide a last bit of enjoyment. We finished up and I pulled my clothes back on. I thanked him for the money, he thanked me for my services, including an extra compliment. “You’re exquisite, Deborah, I’m in town until the end of the week. I’d like to see you again.”
“I’d like that very much, sir.” I received a hundred dollar tip.
I had one more client that evening. My clothes were now paid for and I’d raised half the money to hang onto Dumbass’ car. What a shame it would be, if its fancy custom red metallic paint job were to get keyed by some hooker one night, I thought to myself.
I travelled to a seedy motel that had been set up for us sex worker to clean up and changed into the next outfit. I got briefly introduced to some of the other women. Most of us were younger and seemed normal, other than working by having sex for money.
My first week, I did well financially. My willingness to do nearly any sex act moved me to the top of the request list. There are more men that seem to want anal intercourse and are willing to pay well for more it than you might imagine. It seems most wives are unwilling or the men are afraid to ask. It’s something I learned to enjoyed. Maybe I was a gay man in a previous life.
By the end of the second week, I was requested for a two girl session. It tended to be on the expensive side, so most men made do with one whore.
My new partner was a girl that called herself, Dorsey. She was scarcely out of her teens and had long flaming red hair. She explained that she was putting herself through college on the pro-girl method. “It was this, porn or stripping. This pays best.” She smiled as if it was simply any other stepping stone job toward a better life.
We had an hour before meeting our client. I looked her over wondering what she would taste like when I licked her cootch.
“You want to smoke a joint before we head over?” she asked.
The rules said no drugs on the job or off. Pot was considered a drug. I hated to be a ballbuster for the rule book, but I needed to keep this job until I got back on my feet. Then again, it would help to be a bit buzzed when I was lapping away at collage gal’s muff.
“Karla never checks. I’ve worked for this client before, it’s best to be a bit baked.”
We arrived at the hotel and neither of us was feeling much pain. Our client was young; Dorsey said 25 and a trust fund kid intent on burning through as much of it as he could on the ever popular “hooker and blow” plan. We were offered plenty of the second part, but opted not to partake.
I stripped Dorsey down to her underwear and she did the same with me. The first part of the show involved us wrestling, with the loser determined by whose bra and panties was torn off first. We’d already predetermined the outcome. I’d take the fall and be ass fucked as the consequence.
It wasn’t easy taking on another girl in heels. Dorsey was a good two inches taller and more athletic. In a real contest, she’d have kicked my ass. I scored the first victory, by ripping away her bra, but then she rolled me over and placed her pantie covered twat over my mouth. I nibbled away on her, but then she complained that I’d bitten her clit.
Jake, our client, informed us that that I’d incurred a penalty for flagrant rules violation. I was placed across Dorsey’s knee, my panties pulled down and she spanked me. Jake then checked my cunt to see if I’d become wet. I’ll admit, I was starting to become so excited by Dorsey, that I was starting to drip. “Looks like you have another dyke, hungry for your pussy, Red,” Jake said.
I admitted my desires for her and Jake promised that if I won, I could have her lick my pussy for 20 minutes. Alas, that scenario was not to be, my bra was torn off me shortly thereafter and within minutes I lost my panties and the match.
The humiliation of the defeat was compounded by Dorset jamming three figures into my pussy. She used my own juices to lubricate my asshole, after which Jake jammed his erection into me. I lay hugging the edge of the bed as he rammed away at my rectum, while Dorsey stripped naked and positioned her snatch under my mouth. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed, but was still a thick carpet of red that matched her flowing auburn locks. She had a strong, unique flavor and I wound up having the only organs I’d experienced working as a prostitute.
For the next hour, I assisted Jake in a mock rape of Dorsey and then was severely punished for my transgression against the “magnificent redhead” by being forced to tongue her asshole. Dorsey was apparently a favorite of his and I was the bad girl in this bizarre pageant.
For our evening with Jake, we each earned a couple of thousand in cash, plus a $200 tip. I walked out sore, but able to pay off all my debts and have a small fund left over for a rainy day.
As we rode the elevator down to street level, Dorsey said, “Thanks, Jakes a real freak, but he pays well. I do him every few months. He likes a new girl to put up against me, but if you want I could request a rematch later on.”
I told her I’d think it over, but knew I had no plans to continue.
“If you want, I know of a party on a yacht next weekend. Last time I got five thousand for an overnight.”
“I’m getting out of the business,” I confessed. I kissed her on the lips and expressed my gratitude as I got into Dumbass’ muscle machine, but I promised myself, this was my last trick or entertainment session.
I’ll confess, I wasn’t bothered by the work. In truth, I didn’t find it all that unpleasant. In three nights of work a week for a few hour, I could earn several times what I’d been paid in an office for two full weeks. Once more, I could spend the day taking care of my kids and hiring a sitter for a few evenings was way cheaper than day care. I suppose I could go the Dorsey route and use the profession to go to college and make something of myself. But, I’d still be selling my ass. Even though I’d be getting good money for it, I could see being seduced by that life. I told myself, I had done what I had to do to survive and keep my children from being homeless. Maybe I was kidding myself, but I was at least an ex-whore.
I’d visited a lawyer earlier in the week and asked if there was any way to gain sole custody of my kids. I’d have been willing to do a few more months on my back, if I thought they wouldn’t be left in the neglectful care of Dumbass several weekends a month, but I was told the courts wouldn’t go with that, unless I could prove he was an unfit father.
The next weekend while Dorsey was shipboard making 5Gs, I bought a small used car and looked over the want ads online. One benefit of my previous contracting work was that the nicer outfits I was able to afford, helped me find a better paying job with a health and dental plan.
We met in front of a downtown club. It was a place I hadn’t heard of before – Club Serpentine Rouge or as Mackenzie called it, The Red Serpent. It was a mixed gay and straight dance spot, but it had a lesbian section called, Club Sappho, which was our destination, that had an intimate dance floor that played an eclectic mix of Eurobeat electo music. I’d dressed sexy in a short skirt and heels and Mackenzie dressed in a casual eloquent halter and tiny shorts. We danced together and I quickly became comfortable with the other women seeing our increasingly cozy moves.
After few songs into our dancing, I’d pulled her close to me and our bodies moved in a singular fluid motion. She writhed in front as I rubbed against her back and ass. I become excited again with the thought of having sex with this woman.
As we cooled down with a few drinks, she turned to me and asked, “What are you here for?”
“An evening of fun with a person I enjoy.”
“Can I be honest with you?”
“I’d like nothing better.” Instantly I could tell, this was not going to end well.
“You know I’m gay. You aren’t and never will be. It’s something you playing at. I’m basically monogamous, despite our one night together, and I want someone who can commit to me. I can’t see this going anywhere.”
I should have felt hurt, but she was right. I’d been playing a series of games for years. Also, I’d been with a couple of other women recently. Mackenzie was now just another conquest. “You deserve better. I appreciate your introducing me to a new world.”
Mackenzie looked surprised that I’d taken it so well. Perhaps she’d experienced more drama in the past. “I’m glad you understand.”
Her words had resonated with me. “I haven’t been honest in a while. It’s time I got started. Can I kiss you goodbye?”
She placed her lips on mine and we enjoyed a final moment together. I couldn’t see a life with her, only a night or two. She left the bar while I elected to stay on.
I watched as other women danced together, some far more closely that I had with Mackenzie.
I found an attractive group of scantily dressed young ladies and asked one to dance. We enjoyed the music for a good twenty minutes, while her friends mixed us on the floor from time to time. When I joined them back at the bar, one asked, “You came in with Mackenzie, right? What’s your story?”
Mackenzie was apparently well known there. It was no surprise, she was pretty and desirable. “She was looking for love, I’m looking for sex. It wasn’t a match,” I said with deadpan honesty. I figured they’d move on, but why not be honest starting now?
The blondest and prettiest of the group replied, “So are we. Mackenzie’s so hung up on finding the right bitch. I say it happens when it happens. In the meantime, let’s all fuck.” The rest laughed. Blondie introduced herself as Jenny and rubbed her hand on my knee. I ran a finger along her cheek and let it follow down to her neckline, as the rest of the group looked on.
“We’re about to go to my place for a more affectionate evening. Wanna join us?”
Since this could be my last opportunity for a wildly uninhibited night for a while, I jumped at the change. Soon I was in a small uptown bungalow with five other women. We played at game they called, Strip Reefer, in which each girl took a bong hit and removed an article of clothing. It didn’t take long before we were all completely high and naked.
“You’re the guest, choose which one do you want first?” Jenny ask.
“I want you all. Do I have to pick just one?”
I wound up sandwiched on a sofa between Jenny and a skinny girl with long straight brown hair named, Sandy. She crouched on the floor placing he mouth over my vulva and worked away at my clit while Jenny rubbed and sucked my tits. Another girl named, Gwen soon joined us and began French kissing me. She took a deep hit from the bong and blew the smoke into my mouth. I took a few more hit and reveled in the loss of control I was feeling.
“Have you ever experienced a dildo fucking?” Sandy asked.
“No, but I want to and the bigger the better.”
Jenny laughed and said, “You have no idea what you’re in for.”
“Bring it on, bitch,” I said with challenging bravado.
One of the other women brought out a rubber cock the must have been a foot long and nearly two inched wide. “Think you can handle this?”
“Yeah, and all of it.”
Both Jenny and Sandy spread my legs apart and Gwen began to tease me with the tip of the phallus, until I demanded more. Two inched was inserted into my hungry VJ. It was tight and the largest thing I’d ever had up there. I wanted more. Gradually, six inches was worked into me and increased with each stroke. By the time I screamed out a massive frenzy of orgasm, it was buried into me up to the fake balls.
“Callie, you are a nasty fucking bitch,” Jenny said as she kissed and darted her tongue into my waiting mouth.
My attacker, Gwen was next to have her long legs spread apart on the sofa and have that same dildo inserted into her pussy. It was still covered in my own juices as it entered her box. She begged for mercy when it buried six inches into her. I brought her off by licking her as a gesture of mercy.
Jenny grabbed my hand and pulled me into a bedroom. “I wanted to us to be alone. I’ve wanted to fuck you when I first laid eyes on you dancing with that bitch, Mackenzie.”
We got on top of the bed and I began kissing her. “I take it you aren’t friends.”
“We were dated at one point, but fuck her.”
“I’d rather fuck you.” I ran several fingers into her pussy. She had found my slit and entered me. It was such a nice contrast being in bed with her. She was a natural blonde, with deep brown eyes and a completely tanned body. There wasn’t a single bikini mark on her; I guessed she must sunbath nude every day. I had black hair and blue eyes. My skin was pale and creamy, as I rarely had the chance to lay out in the sunshine.
As I rocked my fingers inside her, her juices began to run down my hand and she bellowed in a powerful organism that was punctuated by a wave of verbal obscenities. I came a short time later with one of lesser intensity, but still extremely satisfying.
As I drove home from the lesbo orgy, I did something I hadn’t done much of in recent years. I began to look at my life in the last few years with a sense of introspection. What led me from being a faithful wife to fucking a series of men and women, many of whose names I could no longer remember, along with other assorted misdeeds? It all tied back to my conversation with LtCol Adams.
A couple of years before, I sat nervously waiting outside his office on base the day after the promotion reception. I’d gathered Dumbass had managed to get himself in trouble, but had no idea how.
I was greeted cordially and sat in front of his desk. Adams was a handsome man. He looked as if he’d been sculpted from a block of stainless steel, and seemed the very idea of what a commanding officer would look like. His eyes were piercing. My husband had a similar appearance, but nowhere near the intensity Adams projected.
“Your husband was found drunk on duty last week. In fact, he was so drunk, he’d passed out at his desk.”
“I didn’t know about that,” I replied, shocked only that he was drunk at work.
“He’s a solid man in-country. But he isn’t adjusting well with the rest of military life. He got lucky this time. The MPs brought it directly to my attention, otherwise he’d looking at court marshal and dishonorable discharge.”
I could see his life hanging by a thread as well as my family’s future. “Isn’t there a program he can get into to help?”
“There are some military programs, but that would all but doom any future advancement he could have. Only you can help save him.”
My frustration welled up inside, “He doesn’t listen to me. I’ve suggested marriage counselling and he blows up.”
The LtCol, came from around from his desk. He handed me a pamphlet that detailed an intense therapy program, as he sat in a chair next to mine. It looked incredibly expensive.
“We’d never be able to afford something like this,” I said as I refolded the brochure. My heart was beating as if I was about to face a firing squad.
“I could help with the money. Your husband is valuable to my command. I can convince him to go into the program, but I need your support.”
My eyes were starting to well with tears. “You’d do that for us?”
It was then that I felt his hand on my knee. “You’re a very attractive woman, Callie. I’m willing to help your husband, for the right incentives.”
It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me. I been leered at by officers before; most of the younger wives had. But an affair with the wife of a subordinate by an officer was a crime that the military didn’t tolerate; at least that was the official policy. A policy, I later learned, that was routinely violated.
Adams and I negotiated for some time and I came to understand that the only way Dumbass would survive was if I was to give in sexually to his commanding officer. I hated myself for relenting, but know that I had no other option.
I met LtCol Adams in a hotel room he’d reserved for our liaison. I sat on the bed shaking as a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver bucket nearby. I’d dressed in a short skirt and cleavage bearing top. I told myself it would only be this once and was only doing it for my family.
The Cornel, as he liked to be called, entered the room without knocking and stood with a confident smirk on his face as he looked me over. “There’s no need to be nervous, Callie. I’ll treat you like a woman of your beauty deserves,” he said as he poured us each a glass of bubbly.
I took a few sips and it tasted good. It was better than good.
“Krug Clos du Mesnil, a true champagne,” he explained.
I had no idea if that was good or not. I’d only had whatever someone else served on New Year’s Eve. This was a lot better. I drank a glass to calm myself and another so that I go through with this.
I giggled half way into my third glass as the officer intimated praises into my ears. If I had to be forced into fucking another man, The Cornel, wasn’t that bad, I reasoned to myself. Many other women under his dominion whispered fantasies among each other of rollicking in bed with this man. Here I was, the wife of a nobody, being seduced in a high class hotel with fancy wine. I allowed myself to fall into the moment.
The Cornel removed my top and skirt. I stood before him in my underwear and sipped the rest of my glass as he ran his hands over me. I shuddered with guilty anticipation as he kissed me while removing my bra at the same time.
I was allowed a few more sips before he reached the front of my panties. I was betrayed by my own vagina. My front of my panties was soaked and the great warrior knew he had made another conquest.
My underwear was pulled off and I was carried to the bed. His cock was flawlessly ridged. I willingly placed it into my mouth and worked its entirety down my throat. I was slightly drunk, but by then I’d become an eager participant in this violation of my marriage vows.
My head rushed with guilt and lust, I rolled over onto my back and reveled in the moment as he thrust his penis between my loins. You’re a fucking slut now, I remember thinking.
I came quickly and repeatedly over the course of the next hour. Even thought I’d half hoped it wouldn’t be the case, The Cornel was a phenomenal and highly skilled lover. He paid attention to my needs sexually, which was something I hadn’t experienced in some time.
As we dressed, I was informed that my services would be required on a regular basis, with the hint that my husband’s future was still a consequence of my actions. I wish I could claim that it was for those reasons only that I continued the affair for the next year, but the truth was, I had been seduced by the attention, prestige and sense of illicit adventure.
Like my husband, The Cornel was away frequently and it became more routine that romantic. The Cornel had been there only for the sex, I soon realized, but I continued on with my obligation. I found myself drifting into other affairs, seeking out that same thrill of being desired, even as I knew all the lovers I taken saw me as a cheap slut; another ass to be taken and counted as a trophy.
When I reached home, I knew what I needed to do. The next morning, I called Lt. Cornel Adams directly. He’d moved on to a new conquests, so it was rumored and didn’t sound particularly happy to hear from me. I was sure rumors of my continued philandering had reached him, too. Still, he reluctantly agreed to meet me. Not at a fine hotel this time. I’d no longer rate such treatment at this stage. He would have viewed me a soiled goods, but sex wasn’t what we was there for. We rendezvoused at a small greasy spoon restaurant.
“So, Callie, what do you want this time?”
Direct and to the point, exactly as I had expected. “I want out of my marriage.”
“Get a lawyer. I don’t interfere in the lives of my men.”
“You’ve done nothing but that with my life. I want out and I want my children. Total custody. You must know why.” I’d told him about my plight with Dumbass be a terrible father many times. He at first seemed interested, by later I realized he was just humoring me to get me into the sack.
“Again, that isn’t my concern. I’m sorry.” He rose and leave.
I had but one card left to play and it was a good one. “My daughter, shouldn’t have to be placed in his care. She isn’t his.”
This face became flushed and I could see his irritation beginning to boil. Most subordinates under his command would have cowered at his anger. I wasn’t under him anymore and hadn’t been in some time. “Whatever man fathered your girl, is between you and your husband. Hire a fucking lawyer.”
Upon the first look in his eyes as we sat down in the booth told me who the father was. My daughter looked like Dumbass. Dumbass also looked like LtCol Adams. But, those piercing eyes were identical to hers.
“I will hire a fucking lawyer. You’re her father and a DNA test will prove it. Your fucking career will be over at best and you’ll be looking at scandal and prison.”
He went crimsoned and lashed out at me, “You cheap fucking slut.”
I raised my voice and let him see my own fury. “Yes, I am a slut. Worse than that. And you make me that way. Now sit down. I don’t want to ruin you. I just want to keep my children, of which one is yours.”
A few people stared at us, but quickly went back to their own business. The Cornel looked beaten. He knew the danger he was facing. Stories of affairs destroying military careers had been prominent in the news recently. He didn’t want to become another example of a great military mind brought down by his need to score some pussy.
“You are the only one my husband listens to. Tell him to sign off on the divorce and grant me full custody. I’m sure you can influence his into giving up the family he doesn’t want as easily as you brought me into your bed.”
His eyes transmitted their contempt for me, but I no longer cared. I had him by the balls and he knew it.
A month later, I was on my way to a new life with my kids in tow. Dumbass was upset at first, but his coming promotion to Staff Sergeant eased the pain of our breakup. Lt. Cornel Adams is well on his way to making general.
I wrote the first draft of this admission with the intent of giving it solely to Dumbass as a way of telling him what I have done as reprisal against him for his transgression against me. I came to realize, he didn’t deserve to be hurt by his own failings and that I bare as much of the blame. We were young and in love when we first married, with the best intentions of making a life together. Circumstances changed us for better and worse, as it changes everyone.