Part Three

Later that evening, Terri stood before her husband in their new bedroom. She was completely nude, and having trouble deciding where to put her hands. He hadn't looked at her body this intently in a long time, and never under such bright lights.

"Raise your hands over your head," he said, reaching over to heft one breast and then the other. After writing something on his notepad, he had her bend over, then squat, get on all fours, then kneel at his feet. She was dying to know what he was writing, but he held the pad away from her like it contained directions to a hidden treasure. Finally he finished writing and regarded her with a sharp eye.

Ted was pleased by what he saw, especially in comparison to the other wives in the Enclave. But in comparison to the teen girls? Well, he'd have to make sure that experience counted for something. After a couple of years of the kind of dieting that rationing enforced, his wife provided five-foot-seven inches of nice curves and smooth skin. Even after two children, her plump 37C breasts hadn't begun to sag, and they still had a nice bounce that never failed to hypnotize him. Lack of food hadn't left her as gaunt as some women, though it had helped to flatten her stomach. And despite enduring a few years of high stress, her hair hadn't turned much more gray than any 39-year-old woman. Though he'd been sponsored into the Enclave by his boss, he had no doubts that seeing his fresh, voluptuous wife had sealed the deal. And throw in his equally attractive daughters? Maybe he should've negotiated for a signing bonus!

"What? What do you say?" she asked playfully.

"Well, I've tried to look at you like a man who hasn't known you for twenty years, and who hasn't been sleeping with you for all that time. So if I was new to you, here's what I might want you to do. And remember, you did"

"put it all in your hands," she finished. "Yes. I said that and I meant it. So, what do you want me to do?"

"First off, we should let your hair grow out a little bit. Men like long blonde hair. Obviously we'll fancy things up a bit; use some of the lingerie we got from The Sniper. I think it'll be important to shave your legs every day, cuz we'll never know when he might stop by. Andand I think you should shave your pussy, so it's bare everywhere except for a small patch above your slit."

Ted paused to wait for the reaction, but Terri just nodded her head. It was about what she'd figured out on her own. She needed to make herself look as young and desirable as possible.

"I think we should take a look at every aspect of your lovemaking, too," he continued.

"No," she replied, cutting him off. "It won't be lovemaking with him. With him it'll be fucking. So let's call it that."

"OK. Fucking, then." He was surprised by her objection, as well as pleased by it. She was becoming a real pragmatic, too. "I know that you do things the way you do because that's the way I like it. But another man might like it a different way. We should look at everything. Everything. And then I'll try and teach you to be the best fuck this General has ever had. He won't leave our bedroom until you push him out!"

That sounded like the Ted she knew and loved. She liked it when he got this way. It turned her on. But even though the lights revealed every inch of her nude body, and her nipples were hard as rocks, Ted didn't even notice. He was busy writing in his little notepad.

Terri lay face down along the length of the family room couch, her attention focused on the soft body parts just inches from her nose. She shifted her naked body along the rough fabric, letting the threads stimulate her breasts, stomach and thighs. She felt horny, hot and bothered, no doubt because she and Ted had just watched over three hours of pornography, all of it featuring talented porn mouths sucking big porn cocks. Since they'd made the decision to start "training" for The Presentation, she'd sucked him off nearly every night. The first night she'd been a little bothered by his suggestions, as if he was suggesting that she'd been doing it wrong all this time. By the second night she realized that there were many, many ways to suck a cock, and that she had in fact fallen into a routine with Ted. As usual, Ted had put together a schedule. Two weeks working on sucking. Two weeks on regular fucking. And the rest of the time spent learning as many unusual positions as possible. Ted's philosophy was to always be better prepared than the competition. Even if the assignment was sex.

She waited impatiently for his approval to begin. All she wanted was to engulf his cock with her mouth, work him into a rock-hard frenzy, and induce him to fuck her silly. He hadn't been inside her in over two weeks and she was beginning to crave him. All this attention to sucking was fine, but wouldn't the General be more interested in the lips between her legs? After all, that was how she'd hooked Ted.

She watched his penis shift as he moved on the seat. How could he still be soft after seeing all that hot sucking and fucking? He wouldn't be soft for long, though. Since their third date, when she'd blown him at the beach, she figured she'd sucked him hard at least a hundred times a year. Over 20 years, that added up to over 2,000 times. Most of those times, of course, it was just a part of the foreplay, and he'd ended up cumming between her legs. But for a lot of them, she'd swallowed his cum with a smile. Yes, she knew his cock inside and out.

His tap on her head signaled her to begin. Finally. She crawled forward until her head was over his lap, purposely pressing her breasts hard against the couch's twill fabric. Lowering her head, she gathered into her mouth as much of the soft flesh as she could, pushing her mouth down hard into his crotch. With a flagrant rolling motion, she wrapped her tongue around every inch of his skin, wetting it for the rubbing and sucking that was to come. Already she could feel his girth beginning to swell in her mouth. Even after all the stimulation of the last week, he was easy to stimulate. So far, so good. But the tingling between her legs refused to subside, and she knew that if need be, she'd soon be begging for him to fuck her. Not so subtly, she spread her legs a bit and tried to grind her pussy against the couch. At the very least, she would settle for his reaching over to finger fuck her while she blew and sucked him. The night before, when she'd done him in the bedroom, she'd been able to position her slit along the corner of the bed, and had quietly gotten off as she'd worked on him.

Taking a cue from the last porno flick they'd watched, she began humming into the mass of hardening flesh in her mouth. As he squirmed in delight, she modified her approach, humming what she wanted at him. "Fuvvvvvv mmmmeeeee. Tuchhhhhh mmmmmeeee. Taaaaaaake mmmmeeeeee." She repeated her demands like a mantra, until his cock had reached it's full height and girth. Other than that, his only response had been to caress her shoulders, back and ass.

"Enough. Now, just lick me," he ordered, momentarily pulling her mouth from his dick.

There was that imperious tone again, she thought, even as she began licking his shaft, paying due attention to the sensitive underside. Since they'd moved to the Enclave, he'd been getting more and more direct in his demands. It was, she suspected, the influence of his coworkers, who were setting the misogynistic standards for the treatment of women. In their positions with FEMA, they saw all manner of behavior outside their protected residences. It only made sense that they would seize the most pleasurable and personally beneficial behavior and try to make it the norm in their own families. When living outside the Enclave, she and Ted had seen some prime examples of deviant behavior. But Ted had needed her to survive, and they'd kept their relationship a partnership while other couples were devolving. He'd always couched his requests with a well-placed "Could you," "Would you" or "Why don't we" Now, however, he'd begun making outright demands. And when he still seemed to be asking her advice, it was almost as if he'd already made up his mind. In truth, she'd always wanted him to be stronger. But not so strong that he held all the cards. His next comment completely interrupted that line of concern.

"We need to do something about the girls," he said, while pushing her head down so that she was forced to lick his balls. Which made her response more of a muffled "Hmmm?" instead of the deep concern she wanted to express.

"Well, they're both of the age to fulfill their obligations to the Enclave. And they're certainly attractive enough to get a lot of attention. We have to assume that they're both going to get a lot of advances. All I'm thinking is that we have to make sure they'reumprepared for what's going to happen. Hear me out. We know that Kimberly had a little bit of experience with The Sniper, though she was more on the receiving end than the giving end. I'm not sure how experienced Kathryn is, but I'm guessing that it can't be much. And soon they're going to be at the mercy of a bunch of soldiers who've had every kind of woman there is. I'll tell you, youthful enthusiasm will only take them so far. We've got to get them ready, prepare them, so they can make the best impression and get those guys coming back." He pressed her mouth tight against his rod, effectively cutting off any comments she might have. "I've been talking to some of the neighbors. The competition for the soldiers' attention is cut-throat. If we don't help the girls get ready, we'll be drastically cutting the odds that we'll get some special attention. And I don't know about you, but with our extra meal ration going to the Enclave, I've been feeling a bit more hungry lately. So, how are we going to handle it?" he asked, finally letting her loose.

Terri rolled over until her head lay in his lap, looking straight up into his hardening eyes. She felt trapped in a corner, caught by the logic in his words. Yes, they needed to create the best odds to get the perks that the soldiers offered. Yes, she did feel a little bit more hungry now that they weren't getting that full extra share. Yes, she was beginning to understand the harsh competition for attention among the women. Some of the rumors had shocked and alarmed her; if she had to go to those lengths, she'd need more than training she'd need serious amounts of drugs. And yes, she didn't want her daughters to be at the mercy of some demanding men, without the skills to meet their needs. It wouldn't be romance between two teenagers. It'd be sex hard, fast and intense. But But they were her daughters! Her little girls. She didn't want them to be in this situation at all. She wanted it to be like it was before the Plague, when they all had hopes, dreams and options. Especially options. And she especially didn't like the idea of her husband "training" the girls. The old Ted would've been appalled at the idea. But the new Ted? Well, his hard eyes told Terri that he'd already decided. Long ago she'd nicknamed him "Think Ahead Ted." That very same Ted was still actively planning for their future. But his new-found assertiveness in wanting to train their daughters put them on the edge of a very slippery slope. And the bottom was a long way down.