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   The following story is the property of Mid-Prod Com.  This story is
fiction and contains sexual content.  If you are not of legal age in the
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   Navy Wife Goes Black

   TJ Ryder

   www.Midnightx.Com

   When Ensign Harold Pulver graduated top of the class at Annapolis,
everyone knew he was headed for trouble with his fiancee Bambi.  Of course
nobody said anything.  Not that his classmates didn't like her.  She was
blonde and blue eyed and voluptuous, making a good couple with his own good
looks.  But she was free spirited, and wanted a career in anthropology of
her own, and reluctantly agreed to navy wife duties.

   When Harold was assigned to San Diego Naval Base, he was ecstatic, and
she seemed to accept it philosophically.  They attended a reception where
all the junior officers and wives met the base commander Admiral Horndley
and his wife.

   It was a very dress up affair, and Bambi had heard of some scandals
about the Admiral's wife which Harold had said were ridiculous.  Looking
down at the reception line, Harold saw the grey tinged hair and firm
jawline of Admiral Pudwell, and then his eyes fell on the lovely young
thing beside him.  In her late twenties or early thirties, with auburn
hair, a very low cut tight dress, was his wife also smiling and shaking
hands.  And when he finally reached them, getting the formal greeting his
junior rank is accustomed to, he was at least grateful that the admiral's
wife, named Carla he learned, seemed to like Bambi.

   "Bambi Pulver, and Harold, how nice.  We must talk later after the
reception." She smiled wider, kissed Bambi on the cheek, as they were
hustled down the line into the reception hall where a band was starting.

   Bambi mentioned afterwards that Carla didn't seem like the usual dull
navy wives she had met.  Perhaps, she thought, there was someone on the
base to be friends with.  In any case, dancing dutifully with other ensigns
and occasional captains who groped her firm buttock, she smiled as Carla
came by her table alone with a clipboard.

   "I just wanted to chat with your wife about volunteerism, Harold, if you
don't mind."

   "Oh, of course, Mrs Pudwell," he said as he got up and joined an
obligatory dance with an older woman, wife of a visiting senator.

   "So, Bambi," Carla smiled, sitting at the table, "what do you think of
life on the base so far?"

   "Um, Mrs Horndly," Bambi said, realizing how important this woman could
be to her husband's career, "it's very, um, different."

   "Call me Carla please!  You mean boring," she laughed, "no, I felt the
same way when Puddie brought me here, and if you think its boring now, wait
until your husband's at sea for months at a time, so that's what I'd like
to chat about."

   "Junior officers' wives," she explained confidantly, "are expected to do
their share of volunteerism, local fund raising, charities, do-gooder
stuff. Believe me, it breaks the monotony."

   "Well," Bambi said, looking at the clipboard with all the activities, "I
don't have any experience, I don't think, with any of these charities."

   At that moment a couple of black seamen entered carrying large cases of
champagne.  They were dressed in tight deck jeans and undershirts, which
their huge coiled muscles stretched.  Immediately a half drunk Navy captain
stood in front of them.  Carla nudged Bambi and whispered in her ear.

   "Oh no!  You might as well see one of this base's primo assholes,
Captain Culliver.  He doesn't like blacks at all.  Rather amusing and sad
if he wasn't such a jerk about it."

   Looking over at him, Bambi saw the Captain had impatience and anger all
over his face and was indignantly expressing this to the huge sweaty black
men.

   "What are you boys doing here?" he demanded.

   Holding the heavy cases with ease, both young black men reacted with
fixed smiles, the muscles in the cheeks twitching, the only visible
reaction to being called 'boys' but not showing anything.  Another officer
entered at that moment, leading several more negroes carrying boxes, and
took him aside, saying they were a work crew coming in the front because
the kitchen entrance was blocked.  As the men were allowed to carry their
burdens through the crowd, Bambi and Carla overheard the officers chat.

   "Sorry Charlie, I didn't see you with these deck apes."

   "Hey, shh," he said looking around and seeing the admiral's wife, and
dropping his voice and turning his back, not enough that Bambi couldn't
make out what he was saying anyway.

   "No problem Bill, gotta be careful with your language though, wer'e not
on ship.  Two trips and they'll be out of here and back where they belong."

   Carla watched interestedly as Bambi's eyes widened and then she waved
one of the first young men over as he emerged from the kitchen.  Captain
Culliver frowned but said nothing and turned his back and went over to the
bar for another drink.

   "Yassyup Ms Pudwell," he said standing a little too close, but because
it was Mrs Pudwell, nobody said anything.  He was very tall and muscular,
sweating down his ebony cheeks, but smiled with real warmth at Carla.  His
big thick lips opened, revealing huge square pearly white teeth as he
licked his lips looking at Bambi.

   "Jumbo," Carla said, "I'd like you to meet someone, Mrs Bambi Pulver."
Remaining seated, Bambi put out her hand, and found it totally encased in
his huge black muscular hand.  Jumbo smiled wider, feeling her small warm
hand inside his palm, and then withdrew and let her shake 2 finger.  Bambi,
fascinated and intimidated by his size and obvious strength, was looking up
into his grinning black face, his thick lips stretching, and licking his
lips; blushing at his frank admiration, unable to meet his hot gaze, and
looked at his middle, where her eyes widened as she saw his lump. 
Wondering why she never saw white men's lumps in their jeans unless they
were super tight, she always saw black mens, and this lump was maybe a foot
long laying along one muscular thigh, and she couldn't help but look
directly at it, as it began swelling.  Moving his giant body sideways to
try and hide it, he said he had to be going, they were unloading a truck.

   Still gazing at his retreating muscular back, Bambi was interrupted from
her reverie by Carla.  "Yes, I know Jumbo very well, he's very nice and I
see him all the time in my own chosen charity, the black uso club.  Of
course its not called that, but the African American sailors demanded they
have their own club, and since the navy wives traditionally staff them, I
decided it was my job.  And its very important work too, smoothing out race
relations as well as rank and class.  I think you might enjoy putting in a
few hours there once in a while."

   "OH, um, I don't know.  I'd have to talk with Harold but, what would I
have to do?"

   "Oh, its just being friendly.  Like a hostess.  Serving drinks but also
playing games, cards, dancing."

   "You dance with Jumbo?"

   "Haha, not too often, Jumbo is one of the bartenders, and also a
bouncer. You have to remember these are very lonely young men, mostly away
from their homes for the first time, but we try to make it enjoyable.  And
the male female ratio is about 25 to 1 in our favor if that makes it
better." Bambi laughed, feeling her cunt twitch, her nipples harden, her
flat belly contracting as the image of dancing with huge black muscular
sailors who had been on long sea duty.

   Carla rose then, handing her a card.  "I have to make my rounds, but
think about it, I think you'd have more fun than in the quilt circle."

   A couple of weeks later Bambi ran into Mrs Pudwell again at the
supermarket, and was surprised at how provocatively dressed she was.

   "Hello Bambi," she smiled, giggling at the younger woman's look at her
low cut bodice in her form fitting smock.  "Your'e dying to ask, I'm
volunteering at that black club I told you about tonight."



   Bambi did indeed blush, but smiled.  "In fact," Carla continued, "would
you be a dear and help me carry some things over tonight?" Bambi looked
down at her own outfit, more for the pool than a club, short revealing
shorts and a bare midriff sleeveless tank top and high sandals and some
simple jewelry.  She wanted to change, but this was the admiral's wife
asking a favor, so she was obliged to agree.  The Afro USO was near the
docks, and they parked in an alley reserved for staff, and Jumbo grinned as
he nodded at the women, as he opened the door and easily took three bags of
groceries up in his massive arms while Bambi and Carla each carried a bag
in.

   Inside were about three dozen young black men, mostly sailors, but some
soldiers and marines, about half wearing civilian clothes, and two other
white women, whom Bambi assumed were also officer's wives volunteering. 
Putting everything away in the back, Bambi was wondering how she could
gracefully exit when she felt a tap on her shoulder, as she turned and
looked up into a young black face with a broad smile.

   "Hey babe, wanna dance?" asked a young studly black marine.  Carla had
already accepted a similar offer and Bambi felt obligated to stay and
perhaps dance a few times.  It was a fast dance she was unfamiliar with,
but she minored in dance at college, and kept up, then, instead of another
fast one, several sailors were changing the order of the tapes due to the
fact more women were present, and the next one was slow.  Seeing Carla melt
into the huge arms of a sailor, Bambi accepted the slow dance.  At once she
felt herself pulled forward, her braless big breasts pressed into the
t-shirt covered muscular chest, as his hand cupped her right cheek.

   The sailor tried to make conversation, said his name was Rufus, but then
his other hand gripped her other firm cheek, pulling and squeezing.  She
responded at first in shock, but seeing Carla similarly groped and smiling,
she put both arms around her partner's huge muscular neck.  She was
continually asked to dance after that, all slow ones, by one huge negro
after another.  Several began kissing her soft neck as they kneaded her
firm buttocks, and she sighed deeply.  Her latest partner, Latrell, a
marine sgt, was a little rougher, immediately pulling her into his huge
torso, but Jumbo walked by and tapped him on the shoulder, and he relaxed
his grip a little.

   "Sorry ma'am," he said to her, "ah jes caint hep mahself, been on ship
for ovah 5 months dis las time." She smiled and said it was all right, and
it did feel all right.

   Carla was dancing with 2 men at once, and both were groping her pretty
good as she smiled and winked as they went by.  She had also gotten used to
their hardons pressing into her, at first surprising her by their size and
stiffness.  When she was sure thats what they were, she felt warm and
liquidy, her pussy lips leaking cream into her damp panties as the men
rubbed her.  Latrell noticed his tenting out hardon against her belly and
tried to shift it a little.

   "Sorry again, ma'am."

   "It's all right," she said, pulling him against her belly to conceal it.


   "Ah'm sorry about beginnin to show hard too, ma'am."

   She grinned, "that's all right.  I'll walk in front of you when the
dance is over.  It's not the first time tonight." Then, thinking of his
words, she giggled, rubbing her pelvis against him, "beginning to show
hard? It feels to me your'e already hard."

   Latrell laughed softly along with her.  "Thank you ma'am, but ah' not
dere yet.  Could ah ask a favor ma'am, could I kiss you, been 5 months
since ah kissed a woman."

   Dizzy with the feeling and closeness, Bambi nodded into his thick corded
muscular neck.  "yes, but let's wait for the next dance to begin." They had
a rule that nobody could butt in to a dance, led to too many fights
according to Carla, and the girl could always decline a dance.  So when the
music started up again, she stayed with Latrell despite several horney men
standing in line at her table.  Two swore softly and moved over to the
table of one of the other officer's wives also dancing hotly on the floor.

   Bambi was conscious of her image and asked Latrell to move to the
shadowy alcove of the rear of the floor first.  Once there, she felt her
nipples get hard as he cupped her cheeks and leaned down and kissed her
waiting lips.  Mmmmmphhh kiss.  His huge negro lips engulfed her whole
mouth.  After they broke, she still remained in position her lips softly
parted, and Latrell grinned and kissed her again, this time slipping his
long eager tongue into her mouth, which quickly accepted and devoured and
licked and tongued it herself.  His huge long tongue explored every crevice
of her warm mouth, sucking deeply and during this, his hardon grew
impossibly big and thick and long.  Bambi sucked eagerly on his tongue,
reluctant to let it retreat back to his mouth.  The problem now was the
difference in their height.  At only 5'6 and his 6'5, his hardon was
pressing against her flat belly.  She solved this by grinning and standing
on his feet, as he got the hint and lifting her up by her buttocks, poised
her puffy mound against his throbbing organ, as they rubbed each other's
bodies as they swapped spit again.  Realizing that they hadn't moved for
minutes, Bambi gasped and said they should dance.

   "Sorry ma'am," he said.

   "No, it's all right, I liked..." what, she thought, making out,
something she never did with Harold any more, "doing it, like that."

   "In that case, ma'am," he grinned, "maybe ah could ask anothah favor."

   Bambi kissed his neck, nuzzling it, "go right ahead," she purred.

   "Could you squeeze me, ah jus gots to get some pressure on it or ahm
gonna explode soon."

   "Oh, of course," looking down at the protuberance, impossibly large and
making her mouth water.  Moving her small white hand down her side, his
back to the room so nobody could see she hoped, she found she couldn't even
encircle it with her hand.  She squeezed a hot organ that pulsed but seemed
as hard as a baseball bat.  Moving her hand up and down, realizing it must
be almost a thick foot long, she felt a damp spot near the knob where she
knew he was seeping like she was.  "I'm sorry, Latrell, your'e too huge
now."

   "Why don't you use both hands?" She looked around, and removed her other
hand from around his neck and moved them down, and this time managed to get
a grip on the huge staff, but it just rippled the unyielding surface
against her meager strength.  At that time Carla came by, arm in arm with
Jumbo, whose own erection pressed out his pants.

   "Having fun, kiddies?" she smiled.  "In case you hadn't noticed it,
dear, you seem to be collecting a following at your table."

   Bambi looked over and saw several impatient men, no doubt wanting to
join in the scene they witnessed on the dance floor.  Then she saw the
clock on the wall, she was past due home, Harold would be there wondering.
Finally, she was reluctant to leave the huge hardness waiting for her on
the dance floor.

   She whispered to Carla her predicament, and said she really needed to
go, but Latrell might feel hurt, and Carla smiled and said she'd be right
back.  Soon she was bringing over a pretty officer's wife who had been
serving drinks, a shapely brunette in a very lowcut tight dress.

   Carla introduced her with a smile as Mrs Captain Culliver, yes that same
Captain Culliver, she laughed.  Bambi was astonished she worked there, but
she easily melted into Latrell's arms after she bade him another time, and
the young woman smiled over his huge arm, no doubt feeling his huge organ
press against her, and mouthed the word 'thank you'.

   "Don't worry, Bambi, Jane certainly doesn't appear to mind spelling you,
but before you run off, didn't you have fun?"

   Bambi was too breathless to speak, but nodded, blushing, and dashed off,
promising herself to talk to her Harold about it.  However, after she got
home, giving him some excuse about meeting Carla shopping, she couldn't
figure out the right way to put it.  (Continued)

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