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Repost of my story originally appearing on the Kristen Archives, Directory 
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{ASS} RP The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore {MuffDiver} (MMF, bi, inc, 
1st, swing, wife, military)
Author: MuffDiver
Title: The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore
Summary: A fighter pilot's wife begins her adult life as a conventional 
house wife and home maker and is transformed into a sophisticated high class 
whore with the approval and eager collaboration of her husband.
Keywords: MMF, bi, inc, 1st, swing, wife, military

A story by MuffDiver originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives, 
Directory 40.

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Title: The Making of a Fighter Pilot's Whore

Chapter 1   Prologue: Veronica, the Whore and My Wife

I'm sitting here in my car parked in front of the entrance to the 
Springfield Hilton in Fairfax, Virginia at 7:00am on Sunday morning waiting 
for a cell phone call from my wife, Lydia, as I write this account on my 
laptop. She had an all-night consulting engagement with a client that 
started yesterday afternoon and I'm waiting for her to tell me that she is 
finished with her work and is ready for me to take her home. She asked me to 
be here at 7 am because she says her client has to leave early this morning 
but she is not sure exactly when or whether he will want to use her services 
some more before he leaves. So I'm watching the entrance to the hotel for 
the airline shuttle to pick up any airline pilots and other crewmembers 
because that will mean that Lydia's engagement is probably over and I will 
be getting the call very soon. Her client is an airline pilot who she has 
consulted with several times before.

This particular engagement started when Lydia and I were relaxing in our 
bathing suits after lunch on a lazy summer Saturday afternoon on lounge 
chairs around our backyard pool browsing through travel magazines trying to 
decide where we would go on our fall vacation. She had gotten in pretty late 
about 2 am the previous night after a pretty active five hour engagement 
with a client and was enjoying the warm sun on her bare tits when her cell 
phone rang. She picked it up and answered,

"This is Veronica.  How may I help you.........?  Oh hi Steve.  How are you? 
Nice of you to call. It's been at least a couple of months hasn't 
it?.........Tonight?  Well yes, as a matter of fact I am free.  I'm always 
free for you Steve honey. What were you thinking about?  Will you need just 
a few hours, or do you want me for an all-nighter?........ An early dinner 
at five sounds fine. Where shall I meet you?.............Okay, the bar at 
the Springfield Hilton.  I'll be there at five, and Steve, I'm so glad you 
called baby. The other day I was thinking about our last time together.  It 
was fantastic for me and I was hoping you would call again soon.  We're 
going to have a really good time tonight honey..........Me too baby. See you 
at five."

(Lydia's business moniker is 'Veronica'.  That's why she answered her cell 
phone as Veronica.  The only people she gives her cell phone number to is 
her clients. So when it rings, she knows that it's probably a client calling 
to make an appointment for her personal consulting services.)

Lydia hung up her phone and looked at me with a big smile and said,

"That was Steve Foster honey. Remember, he's the airline pilot that I met 
that night at the bar of the Airport Hilton when I had the layover in 
Chicago. I spent the night with him and gave him a 50% discount on our 
regular all-nighter fee because it was just a chance meeting and not a 
regular engagement by appointment. He really appreciated that and said that 
our customer relations program is the best he has ever seen. Anyway, he just 
got in this morning and has a layover for a flight that he will be taking to 
Europe tomorrow, and he wants to layover on me."

Lydia giggled at her little layover joke while I said, "Sweetheart, if I 
were you I would stick to what you know how to do best and that's being the 
best damn fucking whore in the world baby, because you would never make it 
as a comedienne."

Lydia made a face at me and said, "Oh pooh on you darling.  You're just an 
old grumpy, dickhead stick in the mud this morning aren't you?"  I gave her 
a blank stare and she giggled again and said, "Come on, don't you get it?  
Dickhead?...stick?...stick in the mud?...I  didn't change my expression and she 
said, "Oh forget it grumpy, you're just not any fun today are you?  But 
you're right about one thing honey.  I sure am the best damn fucking whore 
in the world.  No one can fuck and suck like I can."

"Anyway, Steve wants me for an all-nighter. He wants me early tonight 
because he has to report to flight operations for his flight to Europe at 9 
am in the morning. I'm so glad he called. So far he has provided me with 
fifteen very good referrals with other airline pilots and those are the very 
best kind of clients. Besides he's really a nice guy and an easy man to 
please. So I'm sure this will be a fun night."

I said, "Well I certainly agree that airline pilots are a cut above the rest 
of the average male population.  Most of them are former military pilots and 
officers and know how to properly treat a lady. I feel better about your 
safety when you're with some one like that.  But why is he so easy to 
please?"

Lydia responded, "Well he really doesn't go in for any real far out kinky 
stuff like pissing all over my pussy and inside my cunt before eating and 
sucking out my cunt like that Doctor Rathburn always wants to do.  And he 
doesn't go in for any anal stuff either like fucking me in my ass and having 
me lick and suck his ass like some of my clients want me to do, or sucking 
their cocks to clean them off after they have been ass fucking me. In fact, 
now that I think about it, I have had three regular dates besides that first 
night in Chicago so far with Steve including one other all-nighter and he 
has never even sucked out my cunt yet.

All he will do between my legs is to use his tongue once in a while to 
lightly lick my clit. His real focus is fucking me while I talk dirty to 
him, licking and sucking my tits, and having me suck his cock and eat his 
cum. He really likes it when I talk dirty to him and tell him how much I 
love the taste of his cum and beg him to fill my mouth with his cock sauce 
so I can roll it around on my tongue and feel it slide down my throat. That 
is guaranteed to make him empty his balls with many multiple shots of cum 
when he blows his wad.  But he's also got really outstanding staying and 
recovery power.  It really is amazing how he always has a load of cum to 
deliver every time he fucks me or I suck him off.  It seems like his cum sac 
is never empty, so I'll probably get fucked at least half a dozen times and 
give him at least that many blow jobs before the night is over. He really 
does love the way I suck his cock, but what really drives him crazy is when 
I open my mouth with it full of his cum and let him watch all of his 
delicious cock sauce slide down my throat.

That kind of gig is pretty easy to handle and always a lot of fun for me too 
because he's a real gentleman who always tries to make sure I get to have an 
orgasm too whenever he fucks me. Most of my clients are not always that 
considerate.  Also his cum is some of the best tasting cock sauce that I've 
ever had- except for yours, of course, sweetie.  So this should be a real 
fun night."

I said, "Oh yeah, now I remember.  He was a former air force pilot wasn't 
he?  I'll never forget when you got home from that trip and were telling me 
all about the fucking and sucking you two did.  You were so animated and 
happy, that for a while I was scared that you were going to dump me as your 
business manager and pimp and leave me for him."  I paused for a few seconds 
thinking, and then laughed as I continued, "But then I knew I didn't have 
anything to worry about when I realized that he must have been a bomber or 
transport guy when he was in the air force because I can tell you for sure 
that there is no way in hell he could ever have been a fighter pilot."

Lydia laughed, "Now just how in the fuck do you think you know that you 
smart ass?"

I smirked, "Because honey, you told me that he wouldn't eat your pussy or 
suck out all your cunt juices, and don't you know by now that no 
self-respecting real fighter pilot would ever turn down a chance to eat a 
pussy and suck a cunt, especially a five star cunt like yours that produces 
the best tasting pure cunt juice to be found anywhere on the planet. And 
it's even better when it's mixed up with a big load of fresh cock sauce. 
Trust me baby, a real fighter pilot would bury his face in a cunt like yours 
and never come up for air.  But maybe we can salvage Steve's reputation for 
him.  Do you think he would go for a three way?"

Lydia said, "I'm sorry baby.  I know how badly you like to watch and beat 
your meat when my clients fuck me and I suck their cocks and swallow their 
cum, but I have already tried to interest Steve in the idea and he has 
turned me down flat. He's just not into any kind of kinky sex and I really 
don't want to push this issue with him sweetie. He's been really good for 
our business by referring those other airline pilots to me and I want to 
keep him happy so he will keep sending us clients like that. That's why I 
give him a $150 discount on an all-nighter.

Those airline gigs are real bargains for the pilots because they put all the 
expenses for the hotel room, dinner, drinks, taxis, and other incidentals on 
the airline company credit card, which makes me a very nice bargain for 
them.  It's like getting a $300-$500 discount on what it would cost them for 
my services if they had to buy me on their own. One of them told me that he 
stopped using his regular whore in the city where he lives and just waits 
until he has a layover here, which is usually no less than two or three 
times a month.

So far almost every engagement with all of them, except two or three when 
the client was on a short turn around, have been all-nighters. From our 
perspective, we make a lot more money from all-nighters than we do from 
trying to knock off two or three two hour gigs a night.  And I also like 
them because I only have to bathe, douche, perfume my pussy and cunt, dress 
and do makeup once instead of two or three times.  So I really want to build 
up our client list of airline pilots and Steve has been a real help in doing 
that so far.  If we can get that list up to somewhere around 25 to 30 names 
as a minimum, then we can stop selling me for two-hour engagements.

But listen honey, I have a five-hour date from 6 pm to 11 next Wednesday 
night with that attorney from the Department of Justice with the pencil thin 
five-inch dick. He's such a wimp with a real bad case of low self-esteem 
that I know he would love to let you watch him fuck me, especially after I 
tell him you're my weak dick husband with a puny little prick who can't 
satisfy me, and that's why I'm a whore because it's the only way I can find 
enough real men with powerful cocks to fuck me. I'll sweeten the pot by 
offering him a $100 discount for letting you watch him possess me. He will 
jump at that baby because he will love to believe that he is humiliating you 
by fucking your woman and it will make him feel like a real macho man stud. 
How does that sound baby? You could probably get away with taking some 
pictures of me sucking his cock and my face covered in cum.  He's such a 
weak pussy, that he would be afraid to object, especially if we promise to 
keep his face out of any of the pictures."

I said, "That sounds really great.  But you know honey, now that the kids 
are out of the house at boarding school and college, we could begin to 
consider bringing some of your clients over to the house, especially those 
that would be open to some three way fun.  What do you think?" (Our son Joey 
had just started his freshman year at college, and Chrissie was at a fine 
expensive finishing school for young ladies for her last two years of high 
school at a very exclusive girl's school in downstate Virginia.)

She said, "I've been thinking about it too dear and I think it's a good idea 
but we need to be very careful sweetheart.  Right now none of my clients 
knows my real name, or where I live, or how to contact me except through my 
cell phone. But don't worry, I have a couple of men in mind that I know 
would love to do a three way that I think might be trustworthy enough to 
respect our privacy.  I'm pretty sure that one of them is a bi-sexual and I 
bet he would really have a great time sucking your cock and eating your cock 
sauce.  But I need to have a few more dates with all of them to be 
absolutely sure before taking that step. But here's something else to think 
about along those lines.

Another option that we might consider is taking a lease on a separate small 
one bedroom or efficiency apartment to have a place for three ways and other 
gang-bang type parties.  You know three of the other airline guys that Steve 
recommended frequently fly together as a crew, and two of them have already 
suggested that it would be fun to have a party where I could service all 
three of them at the same time whenever they are in town for a layover on 
one of their overseas trips.  You know, one dick in my cunt, the second dick 
in my ass, and the third dick in my mouth.  And with you in the mix beating 
your meat and spraying your cum all over my tits, it would be like pulling a 
train.  A small train I admit, but the three ways that I have had with you 
is the most I have ever done at the same time and I think I would like to 
try pulling a train.   It sounds like fun and it's one of my fantasies.  But 
my biggest fantasy is to take on at  least a dozen hard cocks being jacked 
off all at once with all of them simultaneously shooting their big loads of 
hot cum into my mouth and all over my face.  Oooohhhh, just thinking about 
it is making my cunt wet with excitement.

You know honey, when Erotica reestablished her business and included us in 
her engagements requiring multiple consultants, our annual revenues jumped 
by 300% so that we cleared $665,000 in tax free bucks last year and business 
has been continuing to pick up pretty good lately, so we could certainly 
afford the investment. Also, we wouldn't have to worry about all the 
problems we've had in the past finding ways to keep the kids from finding 
out I'm a whore whenever they come home for holidays and summer breaks. It's 
something to think about. Anyway sweetie, don't worry. I'm working on 
getting you into the room with me more often than the two or three times a 
month that we have been able to manage up to now so you can get your rocks 
off watching me fuck our clients and suck their cocks, and eat their loads 
of cum, and I might just surprise you sooner than you think."

All that sounded really exciting to me, so I said, "God honey. That sounds 
exciting to me.  I would love to watch you pull a train just as long as I 
get to be the caboose with last dibs on your cunt.  And as for getting you 
serviced by as many as a dozen or more cocks at once, I'll start  brain 
storming some ideas for making that happen.  Maybe we could come with a plan 
for maybe having an annual award free "fuck the whore" party  with you in 
the starring role of the whore to be fucked for the  twelve best performing 
johns of the year who showed the most imagination in ravishing your body.

In the meantime, I'll start tonight while you're fucking Steve to work out a 
business plan with cost-benfit financial projections and everything for 
setting up our own apartment for you to service your johns.  But you know 
best honey, and I'll leave all the decisions in your very capable hands. But 
can we work out the details later? Right now, all this talk about your five 
star cunt, and you pulling a train, and having twelve hard cocks shoot their 
loads of cum into your mouth and all over your face has got me big time 
turned on and all I want to do now is to have you suck my cock and tell me 
how much you love the taste of my cum and beg me to fill your mouth with my 
hot cock sauce, and then fuck your brains out and suck up all your tasty 
cunt juice.  So let's hit the sack babe!"

Lydia chuckled and said, "So not so grumpy anymore, huh?  And spoken like a 
real sweet talking fighter pilot alright," as she reached down to pull my 
eight inch stiff cock out of my shorts to lead me into the bedroom by my 
cock and continued saying, "I have a couple of hours before I need to take 
my bath and douche,  shave, and perfume my cunt, and dress for my date with 
Steve.  So if you think you're going to fuck my brains out, you're going to 
have to work fast baby because I'm going to suck your cock and balls so dry 
of cum that it will take you two days to work up another hard on. I think I 
need the extra practice anyway, because tonight I'm determined to empty 
Steve's cum sac for him and make him cry uncle. If I expect to retain my 
title as the best fucking whore in the whole world, then I'm going to have 
to earn it."


Chapter 2    A Professional Whore's Primer

Well if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm an ex-air force fighter pilot 
and I've been retired from active duty for about three years now, and my 
wife, Lydia, is.....I guess there is no other way to say it.... a whore.  
But let me be clear. Lydia isn't just some common street whore who takes any 
thing that comes along and gives a lot of cum swallowing blow jobs in alleys 
or the front seat of her john's cars for $25 a suck. She is a very upscale 
kind of whore who only fucks and sucks men by appointment, and only after 
she has had an opportunity to meet them in a public social type setting, 
like for lunch, or maybe an afternoon at a museum, with no sex involved to 
get to know them before deciding whether or not she will accept them as a 
client, for our `full service professional sex consulting' business as she 
likes to describe what our business is all about.

The rates for her time are $250 an hour for the first two hours and $150 an 
hour for every hour over two up to five hours and $100 an hour from six to 
eight hours.  There is a two-hour minimum for all of her  engagements 
because Lydia says it is not possible to deliver really top quality services 
in less than two hours and she refuses to relax her standards for providing 
the best quality services that completely delight and satisfy her clients.  
She maintains that all customers deserve, at a minimum, at least four great 
orgasms to include at least one good cum swallowing blow-job for the prices 
they pay for using her cunt, mouth and ass.  Anything over eight hours up to 
24 hours is considered an all-nighter and costs a flat $1500, but the client 
must include dinner as part of the engagement.  Anything over 24 hours such 
as a week-end is negotiated on a case by case basis.

All fees must be paid up front at the beginning of an engagement before any 
consulting services can be provided. All new clients must pay their fees in 
cash in a public place such as a hotel bar or lobby, or other such venue at 
the beginning of each engagement.  Our procedure for new clients is for me 
to escort Lydia to meet her date and he gives me an envelope with the cash 
and I leave.

The clients never know who I am and probably assume I am her pimp, which I 
guess I am, now that I think about it.  When the engagement is over I pick 
her up and take her home (and usually fuck her again and eat out her cunt).  
Once Lydia has had several engagements with a client and is satisfied that 
he is an honest, safe and trustworthy john, we drop the need for me to 
escort her, but fees still have to be paid up front.

All clients understand that they are buying her time and not sex.  However, 
if they want sex, that's what "full service" means and Lydia happily gives 
them as much fucking and sucking as they can stand.  If they buy 5 hours of 
her time and want to spend all of it in bed fucking her and having her suck 
their cocks, then that's what they will get.  The clock starts when they 
fork over the cash.

Of course most of her engagements are focused on fucking and cock sucking 
almost exclusively, but not always.  Occasionally a client only wants her as 
his date as beautiful, sexy eye candy adorning his arm at some occasion such 
as a business conference or maybe a concert, or some other such occasion.  
Last month the CEO of a big company bought her time to be his woman for a 
weekend at a posh resort in North Carolina where he was having an off-site 
business meeting of his company's top executives.  Everyone was there 
without their wives.  But most of them had "paid for women" to keep them 
company at night, alias whores of one type or another, as in either 
professional whores, mistresses, or wannabe mistresses auditioning to become 
full time mistresses.

But when Lydia negotiated the weekend engagement for $4000 with all expenses 
paid, the CEO made it clear that she would not have to provide any sexual 
services.  Lydia thought that was a little strange, but then thought, well 
maybe he's gay.  But when they went to bed that first night, Lydia 
discovered that the poor guy couldn't have an erection.  He had to have his 
prostate removed for cancer a couple of years before, and that, together 
with the medication he had to take, made him unable to have an erection.  
But she said he really was a very nice man that looked to be in his late 40s 
and she felt so sorry for his predicament that she went ahead and tried to 
fuck him anyway, but with out success.

She said his dick was so limp that when she tried to stuff it into her cunt, 
that it was like trying to push a rope of toothpaste back into the tube. But 
she was determined to make this guy have an orgasm so she started to suck on 
his cock.

His dick was not circumcised and it was about 6-1/2 inches long in its 
completely limp state.  Lydia guessed that it must have been at least a 9 
inch monster hard on when he had been able to get one up and she was sorry 
she missed it.  She would have loved to have had it in her cunt.

She said that sucking that limp dick was a really novel and fun experience.  
She said she has wrapped her lips around many a limp dick before, but they 
quickly become hard rods within 10 or 15 seconds.  But in this case it just 
stayed completely limp in her mouth the entire time she sucked him and she 
had a great time using her tongue to push back the foreskin, sucking and 
nibbling on the whole thing as it wriggled around in her mouth like a live 
worm.  She said it took about 45 minutes but he finally had an orgasm and 
oozed out about a thimble full of cum into her mouth.  By the time the 
weekend was over she managed to make him cum like that in her mouth four 
times.

He told her that was the first orgasm he had had since his operation and 
that he tried beating off before, but it's just impossible to beat off a 
completely limp dick.  He then tried using paid whores and had used a number 
of other escorts in the past, but all of them gave up when they saw how soft 
and limp his dick was and none of them even tried to make the kind of effort 
that Lydia did to help him satisfy his needs.  The poor guy was so grateful, 
that he gave her a $2000 bonus, and said that he wished his bitch of a wife 
would be so considerate as to suck his limp dick like that.  But after he 
had his operation, his wife went out and found herself a gigolo that she 
could cock suck for fresh cum to eat and then have her cunt and ass fucked 
and filled with her gigolo's hot cum.

That was a cool $6000 for a weekend of her time.  We expect to have many 
very profitable return engagements with that particular client. Lydia said 
the money was great, but she took greater pleasure and pride in far 
exceeding the client's expectations in providing the kind of services that 
left him so delighted and grateful.  She said that's the difference between 
a common slut street whore and her kind of whore- taking pride in delivering 
outstanding professional services that completely satisfy and exceed a 
client's expectations.  That's why she doesn't like to refer to herself as 
just a whore.

But don't misunderstand me, Lydia knows she's a whore, and the label doesn't 
bother her at all.  She enjoys being a whore and takes pride in her skills 
at pleasing men and giving them best value sexual services for the prices 
she charges. But she thinks the term `whore' is not discriminating enough 
and does not fully account for the type of whore she is, so she prefers to 
refer to herself as a 'full service professional sex consultant' whenever 
she is forced to describe what she does.

She works hard to be the best at almost every kind of sex act that a client 
might want and visits her health club spa and gym three or four times a week 
to keep her body in top physical condition and trim.  She gets all of those 
free too because she gives the manager a free blow-job in his office which 
only takes 10 or 15 minutes of her time before she leaves after each 
work-out.

There are only a few things she will not do with a client.  She will not 
drink a client's piss or allow anyone to piss in her mouth. Ass fucking is 
ok, but she will not suck off a client's dick that has been in her ass and 
is still covered with ass grease or shit. He has to wash it off first.  And 
she will not have anything to do with any form of scat or stick her tongue 
up into an ass hole. But she will lick and suck on the outside of a client's 
ass hole provided it is clean.  Everything else is ok.


Chapter 3   Air Force Squadron Life

Lydia hasn't always been a whore.  For a good part of our married life she 
was the quintessential air force officer's wife raising our two children and 
keeping our home while I pursued my career as a fighter pilot. Why and how 
she became a whore is probably more my fault than anyone else's, although it 
was never my intention to turn her into a whore.  It just kind of worked out 
that way. That story is kind of interesting in itself and this might be a 
good time to take a time out to tell it.

When I married Lydia she was a stunningly beautiful, bubbly, fun loving, 
sort of happy-go-lucky 20 year old auburn haired young woman with a 
perfectly proportioned 38c-24-36, 5' 10'', 115 pound athletic body sitting 
on a pair of long slim legs that were crowned at the top by a delectable, 
slightly protruding, and inviting pussy mound nestled in a trim bush of soft 
light brown pubic hair. Her tits were firm pear shaped mounds of creamy 
flesh with upturned tips of large, light brown, dimply areoles with taut 
nipples poking saucily up at a 45 degree angle that begged to be sucked.  
She had the kind of body that would stop a Mack truck dead in its tracks.

Today, after 22 years and two children her body is still as taught and 
enticing as it ever was.  She is only about 3 pounds heavier but it's all in 
the right places.  The biggest change is in the way she carries herself now 
with a dignity, poise and sophistication that reflects such a degree of 
quiet maturity and self confidence that she exudes a powerful aura of 
electric sensuality that only comes from the certain knowledge that she 
knows she is a stunningly beautiful and sexually desirable woman and that 
she could have any man she wanted.

I have had men tell me that when they are with her at dinner or just having 
drinks together and talking, that she has a way of moving with such a slow, 
sensuous, languid grace such as whenever she would take a sip of her drink, 
or raise her fork to eat something, or just adjust her hair while giving 
them her complete undivided attention with such a quiet intensity and 
interest in them, that it made them feel like she was imagining that she was 
sucking their cocks or fucking them and that was so erotic that it drove 
them crazy with lust for her body.

Lydia and I were married immediately out of college and I entered the Air 
Force as a brand new second lieutenant and started pilot training to get my 
wings. The first 7 or 8 years of my air force career were pretty standard 
with nothing remarkable to talk about.  I got my wings and was assigned to a 
squadron and Lydia and I began our life in the air force together.

It was a great life.  Being part of a squadron was just like being part of a 
big family or more precisely, a clan. We did everything together.  The guys 
flew together, training and honing our combat skills, and itching to use 
them for real. We were a bunch of young, hard charging, aggressive, studs 
with egos so big that we each thought we were the best damn fighter pilot in 
the world.  You had to be that way in our business.  We had a saying: In the 
fighter business winning is the only thing; second place is dead.  If you 
didn't believe in your self and have supreme confidence in your ability to 
win a fight to the death in the air, then you would probably end up dead in 
the end anyway.

We flew hard, partied hard, drank hard, and chased women hard, (but never 
around our home base; I mean we may have been blinded by our super egos at 
times, but we weren't stupid.  The rule was, 'Never chase cunt around your 
own flag pole'.)

Our wives were all beautiful, sexy women, but Lydia was in a class by 
herself, a goddess queen among princesses. There was something about being a 
fighter pilot that just attracted beautiful women. I never saw a fighter 
pilot's wife that didn't turn me on enough to make me lust after her body 
secretly wishing that I could fuck her, but poaching on a squadron mate's 
wife was not done. Wives from outside the squadron were fair game, but never 
one of your own squadron wives.

A fighter pilots wife partied with him, had his babies, kept his home for 
him, cheered him on when he was up, mothered him when he was down, and 
fucked his brains out and sucked his dick when he was horny- which was most 
of the time. When he deployed away from home, she managed the homestead for 
him and kept the home fires burning hot until he returned.  In short, she 
was always there for him when he needed her.

That was the unwritten code among us.  We didn't mess around with each 
other's wives.  And that applied equally to the women as well as the guys.  
A fighter pilot who knew and tolerated that his wife was cheating and 
sleeping around on him was looked down on and ostracized and shunned by the 
rest of his squadron mates as a weak dick wimp, not worthy of their trust 
and comradeship and especially not worthy of the title, fighter pilot.

And likewise, wives that were known to sleep around behind their husband's 
back were shunned and ostracized by the rest of the wives in the squadron 
who did everything to make life miserable for them. Cheating wives were 
gossiped about and treated by all the other women of the squadron and air 
base as sluts and whores and became fair targets for anybody looking for a 
strange piece of ass.  Real men and fighter pilots didn't tolerate cheating 
wives. They divorced them and kicked them out.

Lydia was, and today, she is again, that kind of true blue fighter pilot's 
woman and wife to me. I guess that sort of implies that there was a time 
when she wasn't, and that is indeed the case. But it wasn't Lydia's fault. 
It was mine.

I had just returned from 15 months in Vietnam with 240 combat missions in 
A-1 Skyraiders under my belt and was assigned to a squadron with a bunch of 
guys that I already knew from having been in squadrons with them on previous 
assignments. About 75 percent of the pilots in the squadron were all recent 
Vietnam veterans. One of them was Norm Sanders, my best friend in the air 
force.

Norm and I had been squadron mates in two other squadrons previous to our 
tours in Vietnam.  Norm flew F-4s in the war about the same time I was 
flying A-1s. We were all a bunch of real cocky, self-confident fighter 
pilots who had actually experienced war, seen the face of death, and spit in 
its face.

There is nothing more powerful for the ego and self-confidence than to face 
your fears and conquer them. All of us, as we left the states for the war, 
if we were honest with ourselves, had a silent gnawing fear in the pit of 
our stomachs that we might not have the necessary courage to face death in 
the air and do the jobs we were trained to do.  I know I did.  And I will 
never forget the first time that I was bracketed by a nest of 16.7mm ZPUs on 
a Sandy rescue mission and the tracers were flying all around my cockpit and 
hitting the wings and fuselage of my A-1.

As I flew out of range of that hail of gunfire, I remember thinking to 
myself how amazing and remarkable it was that I didn't feel afraid.  Instead 
I was angry, really pissed off that those gunners had the audacity to 
challenge me. The hits I took didn't even register at the time.  But I knew 
that the Jolly Greens would not have a chance flying through that intense 
flak to reach the survivor on the ground, so I immediately came back around 
on another hot pass right into the teeth of those guns and laid down two 
seven tube canisters of CBUs all over that nest and took out all three guns 
and their gun crews.

I have never used drugs of any kind to get high, and it is inconceivable to 
me that any drug could create the kind of soaring high I experienced on that 
mission created by the massive rush of adrenaline that coursed all through 
my body.  It was the most intoxicating and exhilarating feeling I have ever 
had.

But the point of that little vignette about the war is just to emphasize 
that we had all been blooded, each in our own ways and passed the test, and 
were full of ourselves with confidence and arrogant pride in being fighter 
pilots.  We flew hard against each other in training and we partied hard on 
the weekends.

A typical week consisted of flying combat training missions twice a day on 
Monday through Friday and then hitting the Officers Club on Friday night 
with our women for some wild drinking, dancing, games, and just all around 
hard partying. On Saturday night someone in the squadron was always having a 
house party, so we would party some more until the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday we took the wife and kids to church and recovered during the 
afternoon to begin the cycle all over again on Monday morning.  It was such 
a great life that one of our favorite sayings was, "I can't believe that I'm 
getting paid to do this."


Chapter 4   A Wife's Betrayal and Friendship Lost

The event that changed things dramatically for both Lydia and I, occurred 
one Saturday night about two years after I had returned from the war.  The 
usual Saturday night squadron house party was at our house, and it had been 
one wild night with at least two thirds of the squadron showing up for some 
heavy drinking, wild dancing, flirting, bragging, and just overall rowdy, 
inappropriate, and socially unacceptable behavior.

Like all on base housing we had a small three bedroom duplex apartment type 
unit which was just big enough for Lydia and I and our 7-1/2 year old son, 
Joey, and our 4-1/2 year old daughter, Chrissie.  Our neighbors in the other 
apartment of our duplex unit were Capt Tom Parsons and his wife Frieda.  We 
had single beds in both our daughter and son's rooms in addition to their 
own two beds to accommodate visitors whenever we had them.

Lydia had arranged for our son to spend the night with one of our neighbors 
during our party, but our daughter was asleep in her bed. I'm pretty certain 
that at least five for sure, and maybe as many as eight of my buddies and 
their wives took advantage of the two beds during the evening at various 
times to knock off a little fucking and sucking.  But by 2 am in the morning 
everyone had pretty much called it a night.  There was only me, Lydia and 
Norm Sanders left and we were all three pretty wasted.  It had been a hell 
of a great party and Lydia was drunker than I had ever seen her get before. 
And I was pretty damned near catatonic. Norm was there alone with us because 
his wife, Beth, was feeling bad earlier in the evening and left early for 
home leaving Norm stranded without a car.

We were sitting in the dark in a triangle in the middle of the living room 
floor on the carpet with only a candle burning in a dish in the middle of 
our triangle for light. We were swigging down tequila shooters, telling 
dirty jokes, and talking about the crazy things that had happened that night 
during the party.  We were so wasted I don't even remember most of what we 
did or talked about.  But I do remember Lydia laughing about all the noise 
Jan Sparks had made when her husband, Bob, took her in to our son's room 
around midnight to fuck her. Jan had a massive orgasm because everyone in 
the house heard her screaming, "Oh my god, I'm cumming, fuck me harder baby, 
pound that hard cock into my cunt..., Aaaaaaahhhhhh...I can feel your hot jism 
filling me up...don't stop lover...I'm CUMMMINNNGGGG....., OH GOD AM I 
CUMMMINNNNNNGGGG.."

When they finally came out of the bedroom everyone in the house was waiting 
for them and we all broke out in a spontaneous round of applause.  Jan had a 
big satisfied smile on her face and was sensuously licking her lips as she 
acknowledged the applause, and Bob was taking bows right and left as he 
announced to all, "I'm available by appointment only ladies. Sign up now for 
the best times.  Early cums are always better than later."  Everyone was 
laughing at his joke and some of the wives ran up to him saying things like, 
'Sign me up lover, my cunt is itching and I want one of the first available 
appointments.'

All of us were wasted out of our minds and Lydia and I heard one of the 
wives that were standing behind us say to another wife, "God I'm horny.  I 
sure would like to have a taste of Bob's cock and cum and then have him 
stuff it deep in my cunt.  If he can make that uptight Jan come like that, 
he must be one super cocksman."  The other wife answered, "Me too Betty. I 
too would love to suck his dick and have him ram it in my cunt, but if I did 
and Pete caught me, or found about it, he would kick my ass from here to 
Sunday and throw me out of the house for good with a divorce. But I don't 
intend to become one of those pitiful, slutty, divorced fighter jocks' 
ex-wives hanging around the O Club bar on Friday nights hoping to snag some 
unsuspecting fighter pilot cock. So I think I'll just stick to my fantasies. 
Pete's prick may not be the biggest in the world, but he knows how to use 
it, and when it's not enough, his hard tongue in my cunt makes up the 
difference. I'm not complaining."

She was talking about the sorry ex-wives of fighter pilots who had been 
caught cheating on their husbands, who then kicked them out and divorced 
them.  Every fighter base O Club always had a few of them hanging around the 
bar at the Club desperately trying to latch on to some fighter jock who 
would marry her.  They really were pathetic sluts and always good for a 
quick piece of ass or a blow-job if a jock couldn't find anything better.  
The bachelor's in the squadron didn't mind though, because they never had to 
pay for a whore.  O Club bar sluts were always free. No self-respecting 
fighter pilot would ever be caught paying for that kind of slut no matter 
how horny he was.

I looked at Lydia and could see by her glazed eyes and quick shallow 
breathing that she had really been turned on by Bob and Jan's fucking 
performance and I whispered in her ear, "How about you baby?  Would you like 
a taste of Bob's cock and cum and then fuck his brains out too like Betty 
and Cynthia?  Lydia looked up at me and said, "Only if you bought the farm 
sweetheart.  As long as I have your cock to fuck and suck, I'll never need 
another."

("Bought the farm" was an air force idiom for a fighter pilot crashing and 
burning to death. It referred to the early days of flying when brash dare 
devil pilots would engage in risky stunts in their flimsy biplanes and end 
up crashing into the fields of some farm and killing themselves. It became 
known as "buying the farm.")

Months later after a lot of water had passed under the bridge, I remembered 
that comment from her and realized that she had not really said no, that she 
wouldn't like to fuck and suck Bob.  She qualified her answer by saying in 
effect not as long as I was around to satisfy her. It was the first time she 
had ever even hinted to me that she might be even remotely interested in 
fucking and sucking another man.  But we were so drunk and having such a 
good time that I completely missed the signal.  Things might have turned out 
differently if I hadn't.  But I did miss it, and so we are where we are 
today.

Anyway, that was the kind of rollicking good fun we used to have at our 
squadron house parties. But, recalling Bob and Jan's performance started 
Norm, Lydia, and I speculating on which of the wives who had gotten fucked 
in our house that night was the best lay based on how much noise they made 
when their husbands were fucking them.

We were having a good time drinking and laughing over which of the wives we 
thought would make the best piece of ass, and why we thought that they would 
or wouldn't, when Lydia looked down at Norm's crotch and giggled and said, 
"Norm, that's looks like a monster hard-on you have down there.  Is all this 
talk about fucking wives getting you all hot and bothered?  Maybe we ought 
to call Beth and tell her to get her sweet ass back over here to put out 
that fire in your pants."

Norm said, "I wouldn't bother Lydia.  Old Harvey here is so fucking drunk- 
Harvey is what Beth calls my cock- that he is probably going to pass out any 
minute anyway.  See, he's starting to wilt already," as he reached into his 
fly and pulled out his now semi erect cock that was getting limp and let it 
hang out of his fly. I was surprised.  But not because he whipped out his 
cock and exposed it to Lydia. That's the kind of thing one would expect from 
a totally raunchy ass hole like Norm, but rather I was surprised at how 
small it was.  It couldn't have been more than five inches long and I doubt 
that it would have even made a six incher when completely hard.  It 
surprised me that such a famous cocksman like Norm would have such a puny 
little pecker. Norm continued talking and said, "If you wake up Beth and get 
her over here now, and all she gets is this limp dick, she's gonna be so 
pissed that I won't get any pussy for at least eight hours, and she will 
make me suck out her smelly cunt, and that's cruel and unusual punishment.   
Now someone pass the tequila."

I passed him the tequila and said, "Well I got to take a giant piss so don't 
you two go anywhere, and Lydia you keep your hands off of Harvey while I'm 
gone, do you hear?"

And she said, "Go take your piss baby before you pee all over the floor.  
And don't worry honey.  Your cock is the only one I want to hold in my hand. 
  Besides, why would I want to hold a limp dick anyway.  You can't do 
anything with a limp dick, so what's the point!" Then she laughed at her 
little joke and said, "Get it?... point?...limp dick?...A limp dick has a 
flat soft squishy head and not a point! So where's the point, or I mean 
what's the point?  Oh shit, I don't know what the fuck I mean and you guys 
are too stoned anyway." And she took another swig of tequila.

I struggled to my feet and staggered out of the living room down the hall to 
the bathroom and just barely made it to the toilet and must have stood there 
for two minutes peeing a steady stream of piss.  I was so drunk that I had 
to hold on to the towel rack with both hands to keep from falling over, so 
my unrestrained cock was spraying piss all over and around the toilet 
hitting just about everything around the toilet except the toilet bowl 
itself.

I remember thinking to myself, 'Dan old boy, what a disgusting demonstration 
of target acquisition.  You better get your act together or someone is going 
to taxi into your six and stick a heat seeker up your ass and blow you away 
before you even know he's there.'   (Days later when I dimly recalled that 
event, I thought how ironic it was that, figuratively speaking, that is 
exactly what would happen to me before the night was over). After I finished 
pissing all over everything but the toilet bowl, I staggered out to the 
bathroom door and paused leaning against the doorjamb.

I could hear Norm and Lydia talking and giggling out in the living room and 
I could see our bed in our bedroom that was right next to the hall bathroom. 
God, I was so tired and drunk that I decided in my drunken state that I 
would just lay down on the bed for a couple of minutes to get my second wind 
before going back out to join Norm and Lydia on the floor for some more 
tequila shooters.  That was a big mistake, but in my drunken fog I didn't 
realize it.

Well as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.  I don't 
know how long I had laid there, but sometime later a squeaking drawer from 
our dresser in front of the bed awakened me.  I cracked an eye to see what 
was going on and I could see Lydia standing over the dresser with no bra on 
and the nipples on her tits standing up big and hard. She was only wearing 
panties and she was frantically rummaging through her lingerie drawer.  I 
was still pretty blown away and I remember thinking to myself, 'Why are her 
nipples so hard and why is she only wearing panties?  I wonder what happened 
to her bra, blouse and skirt?'

Then she found what she was looking for and brought out this very sexy 
Victoria Secret set of sheer see through black bikini bottoms and bra top 
edged in fur that I had bought her about five years previous as a romantic 
gift when I returned from one of my deployments.  She hadn't worn them in 
over four years. She quickly ripped off her regular cotton panties and began 
to put the sheer set on.  I thought to myself, 'Oh boy, that's why her 
nipples are so hard.  She's going to fuck me and it has her all turned on 
thinking about it.  I'm going to get fucked!  I'll just lay here pretending 
to be asleep and let her wake me up and get my cock hard.  Maybe she will 
suck it off for me.'

I lay there peeking through the tiniest slit in one eye, expecting her to 
crawl into bed with me and start working on my cock, when she turned around 
and took a good look at me for about ten seconds, and then turned away and 
tiptoed out of the bedroom.  I thought to myself that was strange, then I 
thought, 'Oh she's probably going into the bathroom to piss, freshen up, and 
perfume her cunt before climbing into bed.'  So I quickly slipped my 
trousers off and threw them on the floor by the bed and laid there in my 
shorts to make it easy for her to get to my cock when she returned, and I 
waited, and waited, and after about five minutes I began to wonder what the 
hell was going on.  It doesn't take that long to piss and perfume a cunt.

I crawled out of bed.  The whole house was dark.  I looked first in the 
bathroom and no Lydia.  I went down the hall and checked out the kitchen, 
dining room, living room and still no Lydia.  Then I thought well maybe she 
was so drunk that she stumbled into my son's room by mistake and crawled 
into the bed in that room and fell asleep.  So I crept back down the hall 
toward my son's room when I heard a muffled noise coming from my daughter's 
bedroom and noticed that the door, which had been closed, was now partially 
open.

I crept down to the doorway and peeked in thinking that Lydia was checking 
up on our daughter in her bed.  Moonlight was streaming in from the bedroom 
window and I could clearly see the Victoria Secret lingerie on the floor.  
Then I looked over at the bed against the far wall opposite my daughter's 
crib and saw Norm on top of Lydia.  She had her legs wrapped around his buns 
with her head thrown back and moaning with closed eyes as Norm was pumping 
his cock in and out of her cunt.

My God I thought, Norm was fucking my wife!!  I couldn't believe my eyes. 
The bastard was raping my wife!!  I was just on the verge of roaring into 
the room to beat the shit out of him when I noticed that not only was Norm 
fucking Lydia, but she was fucking him in return!

She had both arms flat on the bed using them for leverage to thrust her cunt 
up hard against his cock every time he thrust down into her cunt.  She was 
whispering, "Deeper Norm, deeper baby, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, oh God it 
feels so good, I want to feel your cum shooting in to my cunt, fuck me 
baby..."  Then I could feel my own cock pushing its way out through the piss 
opening in my shorts getting as hard as a rock.

I was transfixed with a rush of conflicting thoughts and emotions about what 
I was witnessing.  On the one hand I couldn't believe that my best friend, a 
man that I flew with, chased women with, and trusted was betraying me and 
fucking my wife.  I wanted to kill him!  But at the same time I was making 
excuses for him because I now understood that Lydia had put on the Victoria 
Secret lingerie not to please me and fuck me but instead to inflame Norm's 
desire so he would fuck her.

And how could I blame him when she had so obviously thrown herself at him.  
It would take a super human effort for any man to turn down a chance to fuck 
my wife if she threw her self at him like she did with Norm.  I knew if his 
wife, Beth, had done the same to me that there is no way I would have not 
fucked her delicious cunt.  I had been secretly lusting after her for a long 
time.

But at the same time, I also knew that I couldn't just look the other way 
and ignore the whole thing.  What would that make me?  A wimp, a weak dick 
sissy, a poor excuse for a man that would let some other man fuck his wife 
in his own home and in the same room with his daughter at that without 
killing the bastard or at the very least, kick the living shit out of him. I 
knew that I couldn't take the chance that this ultimate betrayal would get 
out and people would despise and shun me as unworthy of being a man and a 
fighter pilot if I stood by and did nothing?

I must have stood there for at least 30 to 40 seconds transfixed at the 
sight of Norm and Lydia fucking each other with all those thoughts and 
emotions racing through my mind just staring at the sight of Norm fucking 
Lydia and her enjoying it and eagerly fucking him back with her back arched 
up thrusting her cunt hard against his cock, begging him to cum in her.  It 
was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.  My hard cock was throbbing and 
sticking straight out of my shorts and I could feel the cum starting to boil 
in my balls and knew that I was going to soon erupt into a massive orgasm.  
I wasn't even jacking off.  I was just standing there mesmerized at the 
sight of my wife wantonly fucking another man.

It excited me and I began to panic because I knew that if I had a huge 
orgasm and shot my cum into the room that they would hear me, and Norm would 
see me standing there watching him fucking my wife looking like I had just 
jacked off.  I couldn't, no I wouldn't let that happen.  It didn't matter if 
he was my best friend, and if it wasn't his fault, because Lydia had caught 
him in a weak moment and served up her body on a silver platter to him.  I 
wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could fuck my 
wife with me watching and enjoying it so much that I came and blew my wad as 
well.

But I also knew that if I rushed into the room like an enraged avenging 
husband and beat the shit out of Norm, that Tom and Frieda in their bedroom 
next door would surely hear the racket and commotion through the thin walls 
of the duplex. They would surely know that Norm had been fucking Lydia.  I 
would become an object of pity and the butt of jokes and derision by the 
rest of my squadron mates and my life as a fighter pilot would be over.

I stood there paralyzed by indecision, but I had to do something because I 
was getting close to blowing my whole load of cum.  In desperation I reached 
up along the wall and turned on the overhead light switch.   When the lights 
came on I saw Lydia jerk her head toward the door and when she saw me 
standing there her whole body froze and she screamed, "Oh my GOD, No, no, 
no...please God no...", while at the same time Norm pulled his cock out of 
Lydia's cunt and sat back on the bed throwing himself against the wall with 
a loud thump when his back and head hit the wall. His stiff cock was 
sticking up in the air, and he had a stupid look on his face, and just said, 
  "Aww shit!"  (To this day I still do not know whether his exclamation was 
a comment on the fact that he had not yet gotten his rocks off and dumped 
his load of cum into Lydia's cunt, or because he had been caught with his 
dick in my wife's cunt. But I suspect it was the former.)

I tried to feign being half asleep, and as the lights came on I pulled the 
door towards me to hide my stiff hard-on and mumbled something like, "Oh 
excuse me. Thought I heard the baby cry.  Didn't know anyone else was still 
here," and I turned out the light and shut the door again.  I don't know 
what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking.

I had some crazy idea that maybe I could make them believe that being half 
asleep and still pretty drunk, that I didn't recognize it was them and 
believed it was some other couple who had never left the party and had 
fallen asleep in my daughter's room.  Then Norm could sneak in to my son's 
room to sleep it off and Lydia could sneak back into our bed after I had 
gone back to bed and pretended to be asleep.

But as I stood there just outside the door leaning against the wall trying 
to gather my wits, I heard Lydia sobbing and yelling at Norm,

"Oh my god he saw us Norm, he saw us, what are we going to do, he saw us 
fucking Norm, he saw me humping my cunt up hard against your cock fucking 
you, what am I going to do, oh my god, my god...,"  and I heard Norm yell at 
her,

"Oh shut up bitch.  Quit your crying. What the hell did you expect when you 
came crawling in here wearing that whore's get up, begging me to fuck you.  
You knew the risk. You knew this could happen. I was a fool for letting my 
cock take control of my brain.  I don't know what you're going to do, but 
I'm going to go out there and tell him how sorry I am and beg him to forgive 
me."

When I heard that, I knew that it was all over.  There is no way I could 
have carried out a bluff pretending to not have seen what I had just seen.  
So I went out into the living room and found a cold beer in the cooler left 
over from the party and sat down in an easy chair next to our sofa waiting 
to see what they would do. While I was waiting I continued to try and sort 
through my mind all the conflicting emotions and thoughts I was having.  
Most prominent was the strange and repulsive realization that the sight of 
my wife so passionately and enthusiastically fucking another man had 
intensely sexually aroused me. That was the thought that most confused me, 
scared me, and revolted me.


Chapter 5   The Awakening of Erotic Kinky Lust

How could that possibly happen I thought?  My god, that was a characteristic 
of perverts and low life creeps who had no self-respect!  Real men don't 
take pleasure in their women giving their bodies to other men.  Such women 
were sluts and even whores and real men spit on those kind of women and 
treated them with the disdain and disrespect they deserved.  Real men used 
such women and then discarded them when they were finished with them, just 
as they would discard a piece of trash. Real men had no respect for sluts 
and whores and for sure they never ever loved them.

But at the same time in the most inner depths of my soul, I knew that I 
loved my wife.  I still loved Lydia in spite of what she had done.  In fact 
I wanted her in a more intense sexual way than I think I had ever wanted her 
before.  She was the mother of my beautiful children and I knew she loved 
and cherished them as much or more than I did.  For all these reasons, I 
didn't want to lose her.  So how could I kick her out of my life and the 
life of my children?  I knew I couldn't do that.  But if I kept her, then 
how could I ever again hold my head up proud among my squadron mates? So 
what was I supposed to do?

I was completely disoriented and confused.  Never before in my life had I 
ever been so completely unable to decide what was right and what was wrong 
and how I was supposed to deal with a situation. Everything that I had ever 
believed about what it meant to be a 'real man' and by association, a 
fighter pilot, was telling me to take actions that I didn't want to take; 
actions that I knew in my heart I couldn't take no matter what the 
consequences would be.  I couldn't beat the hell out of my friend Norm when 
I knew in my heart that had I been in his shoes, I would have done the same 
thing and eagerly fucked his wife, Beth.  I couldn't kick my wife out of my 
home and life forever depriving my children of a mother and me the woman 
that I still loved more than ever.

The only two things that I knew for sure was that whatever happened next, 
our lives would never be the same again and that fact both depressed and 
angered me with such intensity that it frightened me. I also knew that if I 
was to have any chance of coming through this calamity with even a shred of 
my self-respect left, that I could never let any one know how much I had 
been so completely turned on and sexually excited and pleasured by the sight 
of Lydia performing so enthusiastically like a slut whore as she fucked 
Norm.

All those thoughts were racing through my mind as I sat there sipping my 
beer waiting for one of them to come down the hall and into the living room. 
  After about 30 or 40 seconds Norm came into the room with Lydia right 
behind him.  Norm was wearing only his boxer shorts and Lydia had put on her 
cotton panties again and had quickly thrown a nightgown on to try and hide 
her tits and I had a fleeting thought wondering why she didn't put her bra 
back on too.

But before I could dwell on it, I was distracted as she rushed to my chair 
with her arms outstretched as if to hug me crying,  "Oh baby, I'm so sorry.  
Please, please believe me, I just don't know how it happened.  I was so 
drunk I don't ... it didn't mean anything baby... please believe me... I was 
drunk and I didn't know what I was doing... please...oh God...please...", and 
at the same time, Norm had taken a seat on the sofa to my right and was also 
talking at the same time, "Jesus Dan, I'm so sorry.  I didn't know what I 
was doing.  All I remember was falling into bed in a drunken stupor and the 
next thing I knew was I felt a hand massaging my cock and I saw this 
beautiful pair of tits leaning over me like I was in a dream and I guess I 
just reacted instinctively.  I didn't even realize it was Lydia that I was 
fucking until the light came on.  I swear to God I didn't.  You got to 
believe me Dan...you just got to believe me..."

Both of them were babbling on, talking over each other as Lydia reached my 
chair and tried to put her arms around me and I reacted by shoving her hard 
in the chest between her tits, pushing her away from me almost knocking her 
down and yelling at her, "Don't you touch me you whoring slut bitch!!", and 
at both of them, "Shut up goddamn it!  Both of you just shut the fuck up.  I 
don't give a fucking shit why you two were fucking each other.  All I know 
is that I saw my wife with her legs wrapped around my best friend's ass 
pushing her cunt up to meet his cock and begging for his cum as he pounded 
his cock into her cunt while my daughter lay sleeping in her bed right next 
to them. That's what I believe- damn both of you to hell!"

Lydia had taken the easy chair on the other side of the sofa opposite me and 
was curled up hugging her knees tight against her tits and sobbing 
uncontrollably with her head buried in her arms.  I stood up in front of 
Norm.  My head was pounding with rage and I said to him,

"How the hell could you do this to me Norm?  I thought we were good friends. 
  My god, we've flown together and chased pussy together...I trusted you and 
that was my mistake.  Now stand up you scumbag piece of shit, stand up!  I'm 
going to beat the crap out of you!"  Norm just sat there bent over with his 
head in his hands and my rage boiled over and I started flailing at him with 
my fists and knocked him off the sofa to the floor, but all he did was to 
curl up into a fetal position and covered up his head and body with his arms 
and just took my blows.  I stopped raining blows on his head and body and 
yelled at him, "Stand up and fight you bastard coward. You owe me that you 
asshole," but he just continued to sit there and I leaned down and flailed 
away again with a couple of more punches when all of a sudden all the rage 
just drained out of me and I collapsed back into my chair and said,

"Aww shit Norm.  I don't wanna fight with you. That slut whore sitting over 
there isn't worth fighting over.  Hell, don't you understand? I really 
valued our friendship Norm.  I felt almost like we were brothers and now I 
don't know what to think.  Don't you see, I don't give a damn if you fucked 
Lydia.  She is just another piece of ass; not a bad piece of ass I admit, 
but still just another cunt.  And you and I have had and shared cunts just 
as good as hers, and some even better.  So how could you humiliate me like 
this and fuck my wife right under my fucking nose in my fucking home, in the 
fucking bedroom where my daughter was sleeping!"

By now I was yelling, "If you had to fuck her, why didn't you just take her 
to some sleazy motel somewhere like you would do with any other whore and 
fuck her brains out without throwing it in my face like you did tonight?  
God knows, I don't blame you for wanting to fuck her.  Hell, I've wanted to 
fuck Beth for as long as I have known her.  When we were in the war, I used 
to beat my meat while fantasizing that I was fucking Beth and she was 
sucking my dick and eating my cum. But Beth is your wife Norm, and I would 
never have done that to you; never in a million years could I have ever done 
something like this to you."

Then I calmed down some and said, "Look Norm, I really don't care if you 
fuck Lydia.  She can fuck anybody she wants to.  That's what whores do 
anyway.  All I'm asking is that if you do decide to fuck her again, then do 
it quietly, out of sight and not in my home. And for God's sakes pay her! 
She's a whore, and a good whore deserves to be paid.  And as long as I'm 
still married to her, she's my whore and I won't stand for her giving it 
away for free.  I've seen you pay $100 for a good whore before and Lydia is 
a damn sight better whore than that one was.  I don't need to know about it, 
so don't throw it in my face and make me acknowledge what you have done, 
because if you do then I will beat the living shit out of you."

When I mentioned how much I wanted to fuck Beth, Norm finally looked up at 
me and I thought I saw a flash of fire in his eyes but it quickly subsided 
and he began to speak, "Dan, I'm sorry.  You have to believe me that I never 
intended for this to happen.  All I know is that I was laying on the bed 
completely blown away and I felt and saw this hand stroking my cock with two 
luscious tits resting on my chest.  I didn't know it was Lydia. Her face was 
turned away from me as she was looking at my cock watching it get hard as 
she stroked it.  I didn't know who it was and I was so turned on, horny, and 
drunk that I didn't care.  I just reacted instinctively and pulled her up on 
the bed under me and rammed my cock into her and buried my face in her 
shoulder and hair while I fucked her.  I honest to god didn't know it was 
Lydia until the light came on and I got a look at her face.  That's exactly 
what happened Dan.  You've got to believe me.  It's the truth."

I replied, "Nice try asshole.  You should have quit while you were not 
behind.  Listen Norm. I can understand how you must have felt when Lydia 
started to stroke your cock, and I can even understand how in a drunken 
stupor you might have instinctively rammed your cock into Lydia's cunt 
before you realized who she was. But you must think me a complete idiot to 
believe that crap about not knowing who you were fucking until the light 
came on.  I SAW YOU, YOU BASTARD!

I stood in that doorway not believing my eyes for at least a half a minute 
or more watching you raise up on you arms and look into her face as you 
pounded your meat into her cunt.  You knew who you were fucking all right!  
If the crap you're trying to sell were true, then at the very instant that 
you realized it was Lydia you were fucking you would have pulled out of her 
cunt and kicked the little whore out of the room.  But you didn't do that 
did you, you lying sack of shit.  You continued pounding her cunt trying to 
get your rocks off in her like she was begging for."  Then I laughed with 
hate in my voice and said, "I'll be damned.  You never did get your rocks 
off did you?  You still have a hard-on!," as I could see the big tent his 
hard-on was making in his shorts.

I looked at Lydia with real malice.  I wanted to hurt her, to humiliate her, 
like she had humiliated me.  She was still sitting in her chair all curled 
up with her head down in her hands sobbing continuously and I said,

"Hey slut take a look," and she raised her head and looked at me in 
bewilderment, and I said, "Yeah you, you whore. Do you see any other sluts 
around here? Take a look at poor Norm's shorts.  He has a hard-on. The poor 
sap never got to cum while he was fucking you.  Why don't you give him a 
blowjob?  Go ahead.  Suck his cock. It's all right.  That's what whores do 
baby."

Then I looked at Norm and said,

"She really does a world class job of sucking cock Norm. Actually she is 
probably a better cocksucker than she is a fuck.  You might want to remember 
that the next time you take her somewhere to fuck her. If I were you I would 
get one of her blowjobs first.  That way you will last a lot longer when you 
fuck her and it will be a lot more fun. Remember that little slut in San 
Antonio that gave us both such fantastic blowjobs the last time we were 
there?  What was her name again?  Juanita I think.  Anyway, Lydia's blowjobs 
make Juanita's look like amateur hour.  So whip it out there Norm.  Let 
Lydia take care of it for you.  She'll suck you dry and swallow every drop 
of it."

I looked at Lydia and said, "Well what are you waiting for honey.  It's all 
right baby.  Go ahead; give `ole Norm one of your patented world-class 
blowjobs.  You were begging for his cum earlier anyway.  What's the 
difference whether you take his cum in the cunt or in the mouth? It's all 
the same to a whore isn't it?"

Lydia was looking at me with horror.  She was terrified and was trembling as 
she begged, "Oh god no. Please Dan, I can't do this...please don't make me 
do this Dan..Oh god no, no, no..."

Of course I was lying through my teeth about Lydia's prowess as a 
cocksucker.  The truth is she had never even sucked my cock enough to make 
me cum in her mouth.  In reality, she was somewhat prudish about most sex 
acts.  About the best she would ever attempt was to just lightly take the 
end of my cock in her mouth for a few licks of the tongue and maybe a couple 
of sucks, but that's as far as she would ever go.

Oh, she was a very enthusiastic partner when it came to plain vanilla cock 
in the cunt fucking.  She liked to try out all the different positions and 
she could hump her cunt with the best of them for sure. And she didn't mind 
giving me the occasional hand job whenever she couldn't fuck for some reason 
or other like being on the rag, or fighting a yeast infection.  But hell, 
she was otherwise so conventional that she was even squeamish whenever I 
tried to eat out her cunt. Every time I would try I could feel her tense up 
and tighten her legs together.

I don't think in our whole married life to that point that she had ever let 
me give her an orgasm by eating her pussy.  So I understood the horrified 
look she gave me, and her terror at being made to suck off Norm's cock until 
he unloaded his cum in her mouth.  And after the way she had humiliated me, 
I was getting a lot of satisfaction at seeing her so terrified at the 
prospect of having to suck Norm's cock and swallow his cum.  At least I 
thought I understood why she was so terrified!

Norm then spoke up and said, "Dan, I know you're hurting buddy.  But please 
don't do this to yourself and Lydia.  You don't want to go there Dan.  Let 
it lie buddy.  Lydia and I made a terrible mistake that we will both regret 
for the rest of our lives.  Just don't go there.  It won't help you.  Don't 
humiliate her like this.  You will never forgive yourself.  Can't you see 
she is terrified?  Let it go buddy.  Please don't go there."

Deep in my soul I knew Norm was right.  I really didn't want to hurt Lydia.  
I still loved her in spite of everything, but I was just so angry that I 
couldn't help myself.  I was starting to relent on my insistence that she 
give Norm a blowjob, when all of a sudden a light switched on in my head.  
What the hell did Norm mean when he kept saying 'Don't go there?' And 
Lydia's genuine terror at having to suck Norm's cock didn't track.  I knew 
she didn't like to suck cock, or at least my cock, now that I thought about 
it.  But it's not like she hadn't ever had a cock in her mouth.

Her sheer terror at sucking Norm's cock just didn't make sense.  Something 
else was going on here.  And then it came to me!  She wasn't naked wearing 
only her panties when I saw her in our bedroom looking for her Victoria 
Secret stuff because she had just taken off her clothes and bra there in the 
bedroom before I saw her.  She was already naked when she came into our 
bedroom because she had been naked in the living room with Norm.  Like a 
naive idiot, I thought that her skirt, blouse, and bra were lying on the 
floor somewhere in our bedroom. But her bra wasn't in our bedroom. It was 
somewhere out here in our living room.

All of a sudden I knew!  I KNEW!!! She was terrified because she had 
stripped down for Norm in the living room while I was passed out in our 
bedroom and had already given him a blowjob!!!  Lydia was terrified that I 
would figure it out.   I jumped up out of my chair and began searching the 
living room with my eyes looking in all the corners and behind the chairs 
and said to both of them,

"Shit!, I know what's going on here."  I looked at Lydia and said, "You 
little lying bitch whore.  You already gave Norm a blowjob didn't you?  You 
sucked him off out here in the living room while I was passed out on our 
bed.  That's why you just had your panties on with your tits flapping in the 
breeze when I saw you looking in the drawer for your Victoria Secret stuff.  
I am an idiot!  Like a fool I thought you had just taken off your clothes 
before I woke up and your clothes and bra were somewhere in the bedroom.  
You had just gotten his rocks off for him and now you wanted him to fuck you 
so you could get your rocks off too."

Lydia was rocking her self in her chair, shaking her head no, and 
protesting,  "NO, no, no, no...I didn't do that Dan...You know I couldn't do 
that... Please believe me honey... Oh god, please believe me... "

Then I saw what I was looking for.  Just under the sofa by the left front 
leg I saw a small piece of white cloth that looked like a strap.  I jumped 
over there, making Norm flinch and recoil back away from me, and I reached 
down under the sofa and grabbed the piece of cloth and pulled out Lydia's 
bra.

"There's the evidence you whoring slut bitch," I yelled. "Now try and deny 
it!!"  Then I looked at Norm and said to him, "Norm, you're even a worse 
scum sucking, low life, lying, son of a bitch than I thought.  You're really 
a worthless piece of shit.  You better get the fuck out of my house right 
now you bastard.  I'm going to go back to my bedroom and get my pistol out 
of my lock box and if you're still here when I get back, I'll blow your 
worthless brains out and if you ever touch my wife again I swear to god I'll 
find you and kill you dead. Now get out of here."

He got up.  Didn't say a word; and walked straight out the door without 
looking right or left wearing only his boxer shorts at 4 am on Sunday 
morning in the base housing area.  Lydia looked at me with a terrified 
expression.  I know that my mention of my pistol scared the shit out of her 
but she said anyway, "Dan, his clothes, shoes, wallet, and ID and everything 
are still back in the baby's bedroom. He's practically naked."

I sarcastically replied, "Well isn't it sweet of you to be so worried about 
him honey. Why don't you go back and gather up all his stuff and run after 
him and give them to him.  Oh, and by the way, when you do catch him, just 
keep right on going slut because I don't ever want to see you back here 
again.  Do you understand what I'm saying you bitch whore!"

Lydia blanched and said, "Oh no Danny. You misunderstand.  I don't care a 
damn about him.  I was only thinking about you baby.  His house is almost 
two miles away and I don't want a security police patrol picking him up on 
the street drunk with no clothes on.  He's an officer, and there would 
surely be an investigation and it could get messy for you honey. That's all 
I was thinking about."

I was tired and all washed out, and even though I knew Lydia was right, I 
didn't give a damn any more and I said, "Well it's a little late to be 
worrying about consequences now.  You should have thought of that before you 
sucked off his cock and ate his cum and then fucked him. I don't give a damn 
what happens to him.  If he gets picked up then it's his problem not mine.  
I didn't do anything wrong!  I wasn't the one that fucked his wife.  He's 
the one that fucked mine with your eager help my dear.  Don't you ever 
forget it either because I sure won't.

And while I'm thinking about it, I also meant what I said about you being 
able to fuck any body you want to.  I don't own you Lydia and I don't care 
anymore who you fuck. But I also meant what I said to Norm about not wanting 
you to fuck anybody for free.  If you're going to be a whore and live in my 
house, then at least be an honest professional whore and demand payment for 
your services.  If I ever find out you are fucking or sucking anyone for 
free, then you'll be out of my life for sure."

She started to open her mouth to say something and I said, "Shut up whore. 
I'm not finished talking yet," and I continued,

"I don't know what is going to happen to us yet, but as long as we're still 
together and married all I ask is that when you do sell yourself to fuck and 
suck someone else, that you do it discreetly and don't embarrass or 
humiliate me.  If you do humiliate me that way again, I promise you I will 
kick you out of my life on your ass so fast it will make your head spin.  
Now I'm tired and going to bed.  I don't want you sleeping with me. I don't 
sleep with whores. I use them. If I ever feel like I need a cunt to fuck or 
a mouth to suck off my cock, I'll call for you.  So you better sleep in one 
of the other rooms."  But as I got up to go to bed Lydia pleaded with me,

"Please Dan. Don't go yet. Can't we just talk about this for a while.  I 
know I have hurt you terribly darling and I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to 
... I love you so much and I want so much to make it up to you.  I'll do 
anything you want me to do to make you understand how much I love you.  I 
know that you are a good and fair man.  Please just give me a chance Danny.  
Don't do anything before we have a chance to work through this.  Do you even 
know what you want to do yet?"

I sat back down and said, "So you want to talk huh?  Well what's there to 
talk about Lydia? I just found out that the woman I loved, the mother of my 
children, turns out to be a slut whore who just destroyed a friendship with 
the best friend I ever had.  I knew what kind of amoral man Norm was, but I 
liked him and I thought he liked me.  I also knew that he would never have 
humiliated me the way he did on his own initiative.  It took you to tempt 
him and offer him your body and he was too weak to say no.  I can't ever 
forgive him for that, but I still regret the loss of his friendship. Can you 
understand what I am saying?  The thing that hurts the most is not that you 
fucked and sucked another man and revealed yourself as a slut whore.  I 
could have lived with it a lot easier if it had been some stranger that you 
fucked, but you had to do it with the best friend I had in the world!  And 
now you want to know what I'm going to do?

Well I don't know what I'm going to do yet.  It's going to take me a while 
to sort through all of this.  It seems to me that the choices are pretty 
obvious.  I could kick you out on your ass and divorce you, but then there's 
the kids to think about.  I could keep you for the children's sake and get 
myself a good mistress to take care of my sex needs so I wouldn't have to 
sleep with a whore all the time, but then mistresses are expensive, and I 
guess a mistress is also a whore, and I guess one whore is as good as 
another.  Or I could just accept the fact that you're a whore and let you 
stay as long as you bring in enough money to make it worthwhile to keep you 
around. We could sure use the money. Or I could just decide to shoot Norm, 
or maybe shoot you, or maybe just shoot both of you, but then I'd probably 
get the chair or life without parole as a minimum and I have to consider 
whether a scumbag like Norm and a slut whore like you is worth it."

"WHAT A GOD DAMNED STUPID QUESTION LYDIA!  YOU HAVE JUST DESTROYED MY FUTURE 
AND NOW YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO DO?  HOW THE HELL DO I KNOW WHAT 
I AM GOING TO DO?"

"And you also want to know what you can do to make it up to me!!?  Okay, 
let's start.  Get your ass over here in front of my chair and get on your 
knees."  She came over to my chair and kneeled down with tears streaming 
down her face. I reached out and pulled her nightgown down around her waist 
exposing her tits and then I pulled out my cock and said,

"Now give me a good blow job Lydia.  I want you to take all of my cum in 
your mouth and swallow every drop of it.  You didn't mind giving Norm one.  
Well I love a good blowjob just like Norm and every other man I know.  For 
as long as we've been married I've tried to get you to want to suck my cock 
till I cum in your mouth, but you've never been willing.  Well if you can 
suck off Norm and eat his cum, then you can damn well do the same for me!"

Lydia looked up at me with her tear streaked face and said, "I'll suck your 
cock for you Danny and eat your cum, but not because you think I sucked off 
Norm, but because you want me to, and I love you and I want to please you.  
But you're wrong Danny.  I didn't give Norm a blowjob.  It's true that we 
were making out in the living room and I took off my blouse and bra so he 
could suck and play with my tits. That was wrong and stupid of me, and my 
only excuse is that I was drunk and not thinking straight. When you went to 
take a piss and left me there with Norm everything was fine. We were just 
laughing and joking about the funny things that happened during the party.  
But when you didn't come back for the longest time I got up to go look for 
you and saw you passed out on the bed. So I went back to tell Norm that you 
were passed out and that I was going to bed. He was sitting there on the 
floor with his puny little cock hard as a rock and he was jacking it off.

I should have been angry with him and told him to stop being so disgusting 
in my house, but I was really drunk Danny and I just tried to make a joke 
out of it and I sat down next to him and said to him, `Damn it Norm, don't 
you dare shoot your cum all over my carpet.  It will make a hell of a mess 
and I'll never be able to get it all out once it dries.'

Then he said, `Well we wouldn't have to worry about it if I had some place 
to put it now would we? And you for sure can tell it's not a limp dick 
anymore, and I know you know what to do with a hard dick, now don't you.'

And I said, `Forget it Norm. I'm not going to fuck you. So just get that out 
of your head.' He then slipped his hand between my legs and under my panties 
and stuck two fingers into my cunt and started finger fucking me before I 
knew what was happening and he said, `You don't have to fuck me baby.  Just 
suck it a little bit. Come on, loosen up. I'll suck your tits for you while 
you suck my cock, ok?  No one will ever have to know.'

I lost it then Dan.  I couldn't help myself.  I was drunk and terribly 
aroused by his fingers in my cunt that were driving me to an orgasm and the 
thought of him sucking on my tits was so erotic.  I said, `You can suck my 
tits Norm but I'm still not going to suck your cock. I'll just give you a 
hand job instead,' and then I took my bra off and grabbed his little cock 
and jacked him off. He was so drunk that when he came, he could only manage 
two weak jets of cum out on the carpet and the rest of his cum just oozed 
out of his cock all over my hand.

After he came, he lost all interest in me and any more sex play and just got 
up and staggered off to bed leaving me there on the floor with a gooey hand 
covered with his slimy cum. The bastard didn't even bother to suck my tits 
for me.  I was angry as hell and felt used.  And you're right Danny.  I was 
pissed because he had used me to get his rocks off and then just walked off 
and left me before I could get mine off.  I was pissed and determined to get 
him to bring me off and that's why I went to his bed, and not because I was 
in some way attracted to him.  I was determined to make him understand that 
he couldn't just use me like that and then walk away. This may sound funny 
darling, but I now wish that I had just given him his damn blow job because 
if I had he would have just gone off to bed and I would have come to our bed 
and none of this would ever have happened.

That is the honest to god truth Danny.  His cum stains are on the carpet if 
you don't believe me.  They wouldn't be there if I had sucked him off and 
swallowed his cum.  Please believe me.  Please believe me Danny. I love you 
desperately darling and would never have hurt you like that if I had been in 
my right mind and not so completely wasted."

I said, "That's a pretty fairy tale slut. I guess I'm supposed to be 
relieved that you didn't fuck him or suck him, but only offered your tits to 
him and jacked him off.  Well I'm not. Now quit stalling and start sucking," 
and then she took my cock into her mouth and started giving me a blowjob.

I could tell by her technique that she didn't know very much about how to 
suck a cock, but that was ok by me because I was bound and determined not to 
give her the satisfaction of letting her make me cum.  I let her suck on it 
for almost ten minutes until I could tell that her mouth and jaw were 
getting tired.  So I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back 
off my cock and said to her, "God damn Lydia, you've got a lot to learn 
about how to be a good whore.  I can do better jacking myself off. You need 
to go down to the corner of Lambert and Sterling some night soon.  There's 
always a few good whores hanging out down there who can teach you how to 
suck a cock."

Then I quickly jacked myself off and when I was ready to cum I told her to 
open her mouth and I shot four or five big loads into her mouth, face, and 
tits.  When I was finished I said, "Now you look like a real whore babe.  
Now suck out my cock and clean out all the cum still left in my piss hole so 
it doesn't leak out on the sheets while I'm sleeping."  She meekly complied 
and sucked my cock clean swallowing my cum and then I said, "I'm going to 
sleep now bitch. Remember what I said about sleeping in one of the other 
beds."  And I left her there on her knees quietly crying and all covered in 
cum and I went to bed.


Chapter 6   A New Beginning

I woke up about 11 am with the sound of the TV blaring in the living room 
and with the biggest hangover I think I had ever had.  I walked into the 
living room and my son was watching cartoons on the TV and I yelled at him, 
"Joey, turn that damn thing down goddamn it!"  Joey started crying and I 
walked in to the kitchen looking for some coffee and some aspirin for my 
head and started looking through cabinets.

Lydia was sitting at the kitchen table with our daughter, Christine, feeding 
her oatmeal cereal and she said to me, "Please Dan, don't take it out on the 
children. It's my fault, not theirs." I looked at her and said, "You sure 
got that one right you slut whore. It's all your fucking fault, every 
goddamn bit of it."  And I poured myself a cup of coffee and continued 
opening and closing cabinets.  Lydia said,

"What are you looking for honey?  I'll find it for you."  I snapped back at 
her,

"Where is the fucking aspirin bitch?"  And Lydia answered,

"It's in the bathroom medicine cabinet dear. Please, let me get it for you." 
  And she started to get up and put the baby into her high chair and I said,

"Sit down slut and take care of Chrissie damn you.  I don't need you to do 
anything for me. I'll get my own fucking aspirin."

I walked out of the kitchen and saw Joey still crying in front of the TV and 
went over and picked him up and hugged him and said, "I'm sorry Joey. Daddy 
didn't mean to yell at you honey. I just don't feel very good this morning.  
Now you just sit hear and enjoy your cartoons for a while and later you and 
I will play some video games, ok son?"  He nodded his head yes and I kissed 
him on the cheek and put him down. As I did I saw the cum stains on the 
carpet where Norm had spewed his cum when Lydia jacked him off and thought 
to myself, `Well it looks like at least that part of her story was true,' 
and went to find my aspirin.

When I returned to the kitchen Lydia had finished feeding the baby and had 
sent her to her room to play with her dolls and was cooking me some bacon 
and eggs.  "I sat down to drink my coffee and said, "Who is that for?"  She 
said, "For you Dan. Please let me do this. You need to eat honey. It's the 
best thing for a hangover."  I said, "I'm not hungry whore, and when I am 
I'll get my own food."  Lydia turned the stove off and went to the kitchen 
door and told Joey to go outside to play awhile and then came over to sit at 
the kitchen table with me.  She sat there for a minute with her head down 
looking at the floor and I could tell that she was trying to gather her 
thoughts.  Finally she turned to look at me and there were tears in her eyes 
and her lips were trembling as she started to speak,

"I know that I have no right to ask this of you Dan. I have done you a 
terrible wrong, the most terrible hurt that any wife could inflict on to her 
husband. If I could turn back the clock I would, but I can't. I don't know 
either if our marriage will survive this, but I am praying to God with all 
my heart and soul that it will. You have been, still are, and no matter what 
happens, always will be, the love of my life.

You're a strong, good, decent man and a wonderful father.  I just saw how 
tender and loving you were with Joey and it broke my heart to think that in 
one drunken thoughtless moment that I may have destroyed that as well. I 
know you are hurting, and you are lashing out wanting to hurt me in return 
for what I have done to you. I don't blame you for that. I understand it and 
you have every right to feel that way. But you're really succeeding Dan, and 
even though I know I deserve all of it and more and have no right to ask 
this, please, please don't call me those horrible names, especially in front 
of the children. I'm not a whore Dan, and neither am I a slut even though I 
know I acted like one for one terrible drunken moment last night- a mistake 
that I will live with for the rest of my life.

Right now I know that you hate me, but I also know that you once loved me. 
All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove to you that I do love you 
and only you and for a chance to win back your love and trust. It won't be 
easy and it will take time, maybe a long time, and maybe I will fail. I know 
that. But I think what we once had, the love and respect we had for each 
other, was a beautiful thing, and I think it's worth fighting for with all 
of the fiber of my being to get it back.  Please just give me, no give us, a 
chance to save our marriage."

I thought for a few minutes and replied, "I don't know Lydia, I just don't 
know. I don't know if I will ever be able to erase from my brain that image 
of you thrusting your cunt up against Norm's cock like a common slut whore 
and begging him to drive it deeper into your cunt and give you his cum. You 
know Lydia, the only difference between a slut and a whore is that a slut 
gives it away for free to anyone who wants it. But a slut that demands 
payment for it, raises herself a little above the level of a common trash 
slut and deserves the right to call herself a whore, which is at least an 
honest profession, even if not one that is always accepted by polite 
society.  So I guess you're right. You're not really a whore yet, and I 
won't call you one anymore until you start getting paid for being a slut.  
But until you do I just don't know if I can look at you anymore and not see 
a slut."

I looked at Lydia when I said that, and I could see the tears streaming down 
her face.  She wasn't crying vocally but I could see in her eyes the deep 
wound and pain that I inflicted on her and I'm afraid I lost my composure.  
My own eyes filled with tears and I looked down and away at the floor 
because I didn't want her to see me cry and I thought to myself, `My God, 
what am I doing? How can I be hurting this woman like this?  This woman that 
I love so much, the mother of my children. I just don't have it in me.'  And 
then I said aloud as I raised my head to look her in the eyes,

"I'm sorry Lydia. I can't do this anymore. I don't really want to hurt you. 
I know you're not really a slut or a whore, and you're right, I was only 
trying to hurt you and make you feel the kind of pain I feel. I'm ashamed 
for that, but I'm confused Lydia. I've totally lost my bearings and I don't 
know what to do. Never in all my life have I felt so totally incapable of 
knowing what to do. I stood in that doorway last night for almost a minute 
watching you fuck Norm knowing that I should have rushed in and beat the 
shit out of Norm for what he was doing to you like any real man would do if 
he saw some other man fucking his woman. But I couldn't do it.

You see, I knew that for whatever reason, you went in to that room and 
offered yourself to him. That pissed me off big time, but then I thought how 
could I blame my best friend, Norm, for accepting the offer, when I knew in 
my heart that if I were in his shoes I would probably have done the same if 
it had been Beth coming to me and begging me to fuck her. And I also knew 
that if I did rush in and jump on Norm, it would have raised a hell of a 
racket and Tom and Frieda next door in their bedroom would have certainly 
heard it all through these thin duplex walls and would know that Norm had 
been fucking you.  The word would surely get out and I would be the butt of 
jokes and derision in the squadron and would never be able to hold my head 
up again if I didn't either beat the shit out of Norm or kick you out of my 
life and divorce you for being a cheating wife, or both.

But if I did nothing and let Norm get away with fucking you, that would make 
me a pathetic, weak dick imitation of a real man unable and unwilling to 
defend what was his and destroy any respect I had for myself.  And if that 
ever got out, my future as a fighter pilot would also go up in smoke as my 
squadron mates would look on me as a weak wimp unworthy of their trust and 
confidence.

I stood there in that doorway frozen in indecision, unable to reconcile all 
those conflicting thoughts and despising myself for not being able to act. 
On top of all that, I realized that I was feeling a strange and powerful 
erotic pleasure at the sight of you responding so eagerly in humping your 
cunt up to meet Norm's thrusting cock as he drove it into your cunt, and I 
thought to myself, `What kind of sick perverted man takes pleasure in seeing 
another man fuck his wife?' I knew I had to do something Lydia, but I was 
paralyzed by all those thoughts.

Finally in desperation, I thought if I flicked the light on and off and 
pretended not to recognize that it was you and Norm in there fucking, but 
rather another couple that had fallen asleep in Chrissie's room earlier in 
the evening and had not yet gone home, that I might be able to avoid doing 
anything and be able to go back to bed and pretend to fall back to sleep 
leaving you and Norm a way out for the two of you to sneak out of Chrissie's 
room and Norm could sleep it off in Joey's room and you could come to bed.

But as soon as I closed the door and heard you yelling at Norm that I had 
seen you fucking him and Norm calling you a bitch and saying that he was 
going to beg my forgiveness for fucking you, I knew that it was all over and 
there was no chance to pull off a face saving bluff, and that besides, Tom 
and Frieda probably heard the whole damn thing through the thin walls of 
this duplex anyway.

I went into the living room to sit down and wait for you two to come out and 
I became filled with such a rage as I have never before experienced as I 
realized that my career and my self-respect were going into the toilet 
unless I took the only actions left to me to try and salvage something out 
of the mess that you had created and some shred of my self-respect, and that 
was to beat the shit out of Norm and kick you out of my life and divorce 
you.

But I couldn't do those things Lydia.  I tried to beat the crap out of Norm 
but he wouldn't fight back and my heart wasn't in it because I knew that you 
had gone to him asking to be fucked. I also knew down deep in my soul that I 
couldn't kick you out of my life.  I don't hate you Lydia.  I felt so 
impotent in not being able to do the things that a real man would have not 
hesitated to do that I lashed out at you for putting me in this position.  I 
wanted to hurt you and humiliate you and make you feel the pain that I feel. 
  But even as I was doing everything I could to degrade and humiliate you 
last night, I hated what I was doing but I couldn't stop myself.  The rage 
that was consuming me was too powerful and compelling.

But I can't do it anymore Lydia. I don't want to hurt you or degrade and 
humiliate you. I just want things to be the way they were before, but I know 
that is not possible and I feel helpless to do anything about it.  I've lost 
my self-respect and I just don't know which way to turn, or what's right, or 
what to do anymore. God help me, in spite of what you have done to me, I 
still love you."

When I told Lydia that I still loved her, I could see her face light up with 
hope, and she jumped up out of her chair and rushed to me and fell on her 
knees and hugged me around the waist and buried her head in my chest and 
said, "No, no, no darling. You're a wonderful, good, and kind man- 
courageous and strong.  I love you so much and I know that I don't deserve 
your love, but my heart is singing to know that you still love me. We can do 
this my love. Together we can overcome this. Together we can make things the 
way they were before. All that matters is our love for each other. I know 
you're hurt and angry and can't forgive me now for the terrible thing I have 
done. And I know you didn't mean all those things you said to me last night. 
But I deserved them. I know that. But I will earn your forgiveness and trust 
again no matter how long it takes. Thank you, thank you, thank you darling 
for still loving me. Oh God I'm so happy."

I unwrapped her arms from around my waist and gently pushed her back away 
from me and said, "Look at me Lydia. Aren't you listening to me? Don't you 
understand what I am trying to tell you? I don't take any pleasure in still 
loving you. I wish to God I didn't love you Lydia. I wish I could hate you.  
It would make it easy for me to kick you out and divorce you like I wish I 
had the strength to do. It would be so much easier if I did hate you, but I 
don't.  I can't help myself- I do love you- I do.

So instead I hate myself for not having the strength and courage to be a 
real man and get rid of you and divorce you for betraying me the way you 
did. I despise myself for being a sick pervert who becomes sexually aroused 
at the sight of you making passionate love to another man. I'm disgusted 
with myself for not being able to kick the shit out of a man who was 
possessing my woman before my very eyes. I've totally lost my self-respect 
Lydia and I don't like myself anymore.

But I want my children to have a mother Lydia, and I'm willing for us to 
stay together to see if it's possible for us to get beyond this.  I don't 
think we can ever make it like it was before, but for the sake of Joey and 
Chrissie, I'm willing to try.  Here is what I'm offering.

We will live together and be civil to each other presenting a normal 
relationship to our friends and others, and especially the children.  We 
will take the kids to church, go to parties together and dance and carry on 
as if nothing ever happened. If you wish, we can continue to sleep in the 
same bed together, but I don't insist on it. If you want to sleep 
separately, that's ok with me. As for sex, if you wish, we can continue to 
satisfy our normal sexual needs with each other if you want to. But if you 
don't, that's also ok. I won't bother you. If you do choose to have sex with 
me, then all it will be is just pure physical sex with no love making 
involved.

What I'm trying to say, is that if you feel a need to be fucked and want me 
to do it, then just ask, and I'll stick my dick in you and fuck you and try 
and make you have an orgasm, but I'm not making love to you and I don't want 
you trying to make love to me either. And the same goes for me as well, if 
you don't mind my using your cunt to masturbate when I feel the need to get 
my rocks off.  But if you do mind, then I won't bother you, and I'll just 
find someone else to fuck. Some of the divorced sluts that hang around the O 
Club bar would serve just as well.  And even if you don't mind, I may still 
want to find someone else to fuck anyway. And that goes for you too. You can 
fuck anyone you want to as far as I'm concerned, just as long as you do it 
discreetly, and as long as you get paid for fucking and sucking your men, 
and also not let it interfere with the care of our children, and don't let 
yourself become known and gossiped about as an easy cheap lay and humiliate 
me again, because Lydia, I swear to God I will divorce you then for sure.

That's the best I can do right now Lydia. I need time, maybe lots of time, 
to work through this and to try and regain my self-respect.  I don't know 
what the future will hold for us. I do know that my days as a fighter pilot 
are numbered now because this will surely get out sooner or later either by 
Tom and Frieda, or maybe Norm did get stopped by the sky cops, or even by 
Beth since Norm didn't have any keys to get into his house and probably woke 
up Beth wearing only his shorts, and Beth would have eaten him alive.  It 
would not be the first time she caught him cheating.  If and when that 
happens I won't be able to hold my head up in the squadron any more.

I have a lot of thinking to do about what I am going to do about my future 
in the Air Force, because whatever happens, I love the Air Force and I don't 
intend to quit and resign my commission. I feel like it's all I have left 
now. It's going to take time to sort everything out and all I can do is take 
it one day at a time and try and deal with whatever happens when it happens.

So that's the deal Lydia.  Take it or leave it.  If you decide to leave it, 
then I suggest you start looking for a lawyer and I'll be doing the same. 
But if you decide to take it, then we will just have to play it by ear, as I 
said, one day at a time, because there aren't any guarantees."

Lydia sat there with her head down looking at the floor for almost two 
minutes without saying anything. I started to push back my chair to get up 
and go freshen up my coffee when she finally raised her head and looked me 
straight in the eyes with an intensity that I had never seen in her before, 
and there was hard steel in her voice when she started to speak,

"I'll take the deal Dan. It's a hell of a lot more than I have a right to 
expect or deserve. I'm not going to fill your head with a lot of fluffy, 
syrupy talk about how much I love you and all that bullshit.  I'm a fighter 
pilot's wife and not a quitter, no matter how rough the air gets.  You're my 
husband and my man, and I'm going to fight like hell for you.  I'm going to 
sleep in your bed by your side where I belong, and I'll always be there for 
you and you alone, when and if you need me for whatever you need me for.  
I'll take you any way I can get you and be glad and grateful for it.

I hope you never feel the need to fuck any other woman but me, but if you 
do, I'll never complain.  I'll just fight even harder for you.  And if some 
bitch tries to make a play for you that you don't welcome, I'll kick the 
shit out of her for trying to poach on what's mine.

I won't make any stupid promises about never fucking any other man, because 
I already made that promise when I married you and we see what happened last 
night to that promise.  Like you said, there are no guarantees. But I will 
promise that I will never ever knowingly, or intentionally, while in 
possession of my faculties and senses willingly give myself to another man 
or permit another man to take or possess me without a vicious fight.

I am your woman Dan, totally and completely, body and soul, until you tell 
me by your own words, direct to my face, that you no longer want me and turn 
me out of your life. I don't know either what the future has in store for 
us, but no matter what it is, good or bad, I'll always stand by you at your 
side.  You own me Dan, and that's the way I want it. I am yours, all yours, 
to do with me whatever you please." Then she stood up and said, "Now, drink 
your coffee while I make you some thing to eat for that hangover of yours, 
and then we're going to begin the first day of our new life together and 
take the kids to the beach and enjoy the day."

My adrenalin was pumping and the chills were running up and down my back and 
legs.  It was one of the most electric moments I have ever experienced. I 
thought to myself, `My God, standing before me was not some flighty, 
superficial young girl, but a real woman; a strong, proud, beautiful woman 
worthy of being a consort and life partner for a man, and she was my woman.  
The pride welled up in me and I just simply replied, "Then it's a deal 
Lydia, and it's the best damn deal I ever made. Now will you pour me some 
more coffee please. The coffee in this cup has gotten cold and it needs 
warming up."


Chapter 7   A Real Fighter Pilot's Wife

I won't try and sugar coat things and say that everything was smooth sailing 
from there on out.  The next four or five years had some pretty rough spots 
that we had to work through, but Lydia was true to the promises she made.  
The hardest part for me was learning to live with the fact that the thought 
and sight of my wife fucking another man was erotically exciting to me which 
made me feel like I must be some kind of pervert, and also not being able to 
get my self-respect back until I personally made Norm really pay for what he 
had done to Lydia.

About six weeks later, I found out by "accident" that Norm had in fact been 
picked up by a sky cop patrol. (I have, accident, in quotes because as you 
will soon see, I'm sure it was no accident the way I found out.)  I was in 
the squadron snack bar having a hot dog and a coke between missions and 
talking with four or five of the guys when one of them, Billy Castle, who 
was a bachelor that was dating the Wing Commanders secretary, Priscilla 
Allen, said that Prissy had told him this story about Norm's name showing up 
on the Security Police desk sergeant's daily blotter as having been picked 
up last month taking a piss on the sidewalk in the housing area wearing 
nothing but his skivvie shorts in a highly inebriated state at four in the 
morning. It was standard practice for a copy of the blotter to be forwarded 
to the wing king anytime an officer's or senior NCO's name appeared on it.   
The wing king asked Prissy to call the sky cop commander and tell him the 
wing king wanted him to come over and relate the details of the incident to 
him in person.  Prissy was in the room to take notes and heard the whole 
story when the sky cop commander reported the details as they knew them.

Billy said this is what Prissy said happened.  The two sky cop NCOs that 
picked up Norm were going to take him in and book him for being drunk in 
public, indecent exposure, and lewd and lascivious conduct.  But Norm 
managed to talk them out of it and convinced them he was an officer, and 
just had too much to drink at a squadron party and had been caught with 
someone else's wife and had to run out of the house before her husband could 
beat the hell out of him.  The two NCOs must have thought the whole 
situation was a riot and took pity on him and agreed to drive him to his 
house so he could produce some evidence that would verify that he was who he 
said he was, because they knew if he was who he said he was and they booked 
him on those charges it would mean the end of his career.  They took him 
home and Norm had to wake up Beth to open the door and vouch for him.

When Beth opened the door and took one look at Norm in nothing but his boxer 
shorts with two sky cops behind him, she blew up and yelled at him, "Norm, 
you fucking, two-timing bastard.  Who did you get caught fucking this time? 
I'm going to cut your balls off you shithead!"  The senior of the two sky 
cops had a big grin on his face, saw the name plate on the wall by the door 
that said, Captain Norman Sanders, and then politely asked, "Ma'am, is this 
your husband, Captain Sanders." Beth replied, "Yeah guys, I'm sorry as hell 
to have to admit this ass hole is mine all right.  You guys can do me a 
great big favor by just taking him straight to jail."  The senior sky cop 
answered, "We don't really want to do that ma'am and I'm sure you don't 
either.  If we formally charged and booked him, it would get him all jammed 
up with very serious trouble and would probably mean the end of his career.  
We're just glad that he didn't try and drive himself home as drunk as he is. 
Why don't you just let him sleep it off."  And then the two cops turned to 
leave and the other one said, "Good luck ma'am."

Billy looked at me and said, "You and Norm are pretty tight buddies Dan.  
Who do you think it was he was dipping his wick in?"

I replied, "How should I know Billy?  I'm not Norm's keeper and I don't have 
a clue."

Billy reacted with a very puzzled look and said, "Gosh Dan, you mean this is 
the first you've heard about this?  I thought you and Norm were so tight 
with each other that you shared everything with each other?"  He put special 
emphasis on the phrase "shared everything" as he looked at the other guys at 
the table and said, "Didn't you guys think that too?"

Everyone else around the table said "Yeah we sure did," or something 
equivalent to that and exchanged smirks and knowing looks among themselves.  
There was no doubt in my mind that the story was out there now and probably 
the whole damn base was gossiping about it.  So I just said, "Well we don't 
share every damn thing with each other Billy. And I don't have time to sit 
around here and gossip like a bunch of little old ladies. I have another 
mission to brief and fly."  And I left the table, and as I was leaving the 
snack bar I heard the table I was at erupt in a lot of laughing.

When I got home that afternoon I told Lydia that the cat was out of the bag 
and told her about what happened.  She said that she was afraid that I was 
right because she had run into three or four of the wives at the base 
commissary the day before and they told her about the rumor going around 
that Norm had been caught fucking someone else's wife and that Beth was 
going to cut his balls off.  They wanted to know if Lydia knew who it was 
that Norm was fucking.  She said that she had not heard the rumor and didn't 
know anything about it and had to run to pick up the kids at day care.  As 
she left she heard them giggling and one of them said, "I bet she wishes she 
didn't know."

I told Lydia to just ignore the gossip because we wouldn't have to put up 
with it very long anyway. Our squadron commander, LtCol George Ripley, had 
announced earlier that day that the whole squadron was being relocated to 
another air base in Texas in three or four months so the opportunity for 
transferring out to some other job was very good.  I told her that there was 
going to be a squadron commander's officer's call on the next day at 3 pm 
where all the details would be laid out.

The next day everyone in the squadron was in the squadron briefing room 
listening to LtCol Ripley explain how the move to Texas would be carried out 
and who would have to stay with the squadron and who would be eligible to 
apply to move on to other assignments if they wished.

It was about 3:30 and LtCol Ripley was almost finished with the briefing 
when the double doors at the back of the briefing room flew opened with a 
bang and Lydia marched through the doors down the aisle to the front of the 
group.  She was wearing stiletto high-heeled shoes with sharp pointed toes 
and was dressed in a very stylish red dress that emphasized her cleavage and 
hugged all the soft curves of her body.  Her hair was beautifully styled and 
her makeup was perfect.  In short she looked like a million dollars.

LtCol Ripley was flabbergasted and said to her, "Lydia! What are you doing 
here?  Please, take a seat and I'll be finished in just a few minutes."

Lydia looked at him and said, "No. I'm sorry George. I have something to say 
to this bunch and I'm going to say it. It won't take long."  LtCol Ripley 
had an amazed look on his face and just shrugged his shoulders in a helpless 
gesture and said. "Go ahead Lydia, but make it short please."

She turned to look at all of us and said, "I hear there is a big rumor 
floating around about one of the wives in this squadron who cheated on her 
husband with one of you sitting here today.  Well I'm here to set the record 
straight with some facts.  The rumors are partly true. It happened last 
month at the big squadron party at my house. It was a great party and most 
of you were there, so you know how completely blown away every one was.

There was quite a bit of extra curricular fucking going on that night in our 
extra bedrooms, but thankfully only by some of you with your own wives, 
except that one of the wives did end up in the sack being fucked by someone 
who wasn't her husband, but she wasn't cheating.  I know what I'm talking 
about because that wife was me.

So I thought I'd stand up here in front of all you macho stud fighter 
pilots; you so called self styled true blue buddies and comrades, blooded in 
combat, brothers in arms, and let you see what the so called cheating wife 
looks like that one of your loyal squadron mates saw an opportunity to bed 
behind her husband's back when he was passed out drunk.  Only I say again, 
she wasn't cheating.  She was so drunk out of her head that she didn't know 
her own name.  I'm not making excuses for what I allowed to happen to me.  
I'm responsible for my actions and for letting myself get so completely out 
of control that I didn't know what I was doing; and it's my fault for being 
so na�ve and trusting to think that I didn't have to worry about any of my 
husband's loyal squadron mates trying to poach on his woman when he couldn't 
defend her and she couldn't defend herself.  I'll never make that mistake 
again.

I know all about your juvenile school boy rules about not chasing cunt 
around the flagpole, and what a so called real man and fighter pilot is 
supposed to do with a cheating wife, and what should happen to him if he 
fails to follow those stupid rules.  Four out of five of you so called real 
men cheat on your wives on a regular basis when you're away from the base on 
a deployment. And I also happen to know that three of you and your wives 
reconvened to one of your homes after you left the party at my house to have 
a little impromptu group sex party fucking and sucking each other.  Well I'm 
here to tell you that your hypocritical, asinine rules for wives and fighter 
pilots don't hold any water with Dan and me.

Dan Bartlett is twice the fighter pilot any of the rest of you could ever 
hope to be and all of you know it, and he's five times the real man that any 
ten of you combined are.  A couple of you loyal buddies and good friends of 
Dan have hit on me in the last few weeks hoping to score an easy piece of 
ass when Dan wasn't looking.  You know who you are and you better be damn 
glad that I didn't tell Dan who you are because he would have kicked your 
asses' up between your shoulders. Dan started to beat the shit out of the 
bastard that fucked me, but he was such a weak dick coward that he wouldn't 
get up off the floor to fight like a man and Dan kicked him out like the 
piece of trash that he is.  The next one of you that tries to hit on me will 
find out what it's like to stand up to a real man if you've got the guts, 
because I'll tell him for sure who you are and I guarantee he will clean 
your clock for you.

So here this.  I'm a fighter pilot's wife.  I'm not a quitter and I don't 
scare. I have a lot of work to do to earn back my husbands love and trust 
for my stupid mistake, but that's between Dan and I and it's nobody else's 
business. Dan Bartlett is my man and I'm his woman, and I'm not going 
anywhere, and you're never going to see me hanging out at the O Club bar 
with the rest of those pathetic easy mark sluts, so you better learn to live 
with it.  Oh, by the way, in case I forgot to mention it, and you don't 
already know it, the weak dick loyal squadron mate that fucked me was Dan's 
so called best friend in the Air Force, Norm Sanders.

As it happened, Norm was sitting in the aisle seat in the second row about 
ten feet in front of Lydia.  He had been sitting all slouched back in his 
seat almost prone with his legs spread out in front of him with a stupid 
frozen grin on his face all through Lydia's speech.  When Lydia announced 
his name at the end as being the one who fucked her, she took three or four 
steps toward him and stood in front of him and said,

"Norm, you worthless sack of shit, here's a message from Dan and me."  She 
then made a move as if she was going to remove something from her cleavage 
in her bra, and then without warning she unleashed a vicious swift kick to 
his crotch hitting him squarely in the balls with the pointed toe of her 
high-heel shoe.  You could hear a loud collective gasp and groan from 
everyone in the room as Norm fell out of his chair into the aisle grabbing 
his nuts and curled up into a little ball, moaning and writhing in pain. 
Lydia then turned around and said to LtCol Ripley, "Thank you for letting me 
speak George. I'm finished now."  Then she turned around and stepped over 
Norm's body and started back up the aisle with her head held high.

Someone in the back yelled, "Score that one as a shack for that fighter 
pilot's wife. She can fly on my wing anytime she wants to." ("Shack" is what 
the bombing range officer calls out anytime someone scores a bulls eye when 
we dropped our blue practice bombs in training.) Someone else yelled out, 
"Good for you Lydia.  Kick the son of a bitch in the nuts again for me 
babe."  Another yelled, "Take a look guys. There goes a real woman."  And 
still another hollered as Lydia approached the double doors of the briefing 
room, "Stand up men. A fighter pilot's wife is leaving the squadron!"  
Everyone in the room, except Norm who was curled up in the aisle writhing in 
pain, was standing and clapping in spontaneous applause.

I had been sitting about ten rows back in the middle of the row and for a 
few seconds after she was finished, I sat stunned at her powerful 
performance.  God,  I was proud of my woman.  I quickly recovered my 
composure and fought to get out to the aisle so I could catch up to her and 
tell her how much I loved her and how proud I was of her.  As I rushed up 
the aisle, someone yelled out to me, "You better keep her Dan, because if 
you don't I'll take her."

I caught up with Lydia just outside the squadron and grabbed her and gave 
her a giant hug and kiss and said, "Honey, I'm so god damned proud of you I 
could bust. God I love you. You put every damn one of them in their place.  
You are one very tough woman Lydia.  I don't deserve you, but I thank God 
you're mine."

She looked me in the eye and said, "Dan, I told you I am not a quitter and 
that I would fight like hell to win you back.  You're my man baby and I'm 
your woman forever and don't you ever forget it.  Now let's go home 
sweetheart.  Joey and Chrissie are waiting for us."

A couple of days later I asked her who the three couples were that later had 
some round robin group fucking and sucking.  Lydia chuckled and said, "Oh 
that! I just made that up Dan to give them something to really wonder and 
gossip about and take their small, juvenile minds off of us. I laughed and 
said, "Damn Lydia, you are really one smart tough woman. I really love you 
babe. Remind me to have you watch my back if I ever get into a real knife 
fight."


Chapter 8   The Plan For Revenge

That event settled everything between Lydia and me once and for all.  It 
cemented our love for each other forever in solid concrete.  We would still 
have issues to overcome in the years ahead, but any doubt about the depth of 
our love and commitment for each other, and to each other, was put to bed 
forever.

I still had to reconcile myself with the reality that no matter how hard I 
tried, that I could not erase the image of Lydia so passionately fucking 
Norm from my brain and that I now had this erotic compulsive craving to 
watch Lydia fuck and suck other men.  And while I was so proud of her 
performance that day in the squadron and how she kicked Norm squarely in the 
nuts, that act didn't relieve me of the need to somehow personally make him 
pay for what he did to begin to regain some of my self-respect.  I decided 
that I had to deal with the self-respect issue first as a matter of 
priorities and decided that the only way I could deal with that would be to 
fuck Beth and made sure Norm knew that I did it.

It wasn't very hard to get into Beth's pants. She was already pissed at Norm 
for cheating on her in such an amateurish fashion that he got caught causing 
she and him to become the laughing stock and butt of jokes all over the air 
base.  I waited until I knew that Norm would be off base on a four-day 
deployment and called Beth to ostensibly express my regret at how our 
friendship got so fouled up over the incident that night at my house.  I 
said that I regretted most the loss of her's and Norm's friendship, but that 
I just couldn't excuse Norm for what he did and retain my self-respect.  She 
said she understood perfectly how I felt and that she loved Lydia, but she 
couldn't bring herself to forgive the way she fucked Norm.  I made a 
suggestion that we meet for lunch to talk it over to see if we could find 
some way to repair the damage, and she agreed immediately that was a 
marvelous idea. We agreed to meet the following day at an out of the way 
restaurant down on the beach.

Beth came to lunch the next day dressed to kill looking like a real sex 
kitten.  As we talked I told her that the thing that hurt me the most about 
what happened was that Lydia had fucked my best friend instead of some 
stranger.  If she had fucked a stranger that wouldn't have bothered me so 
much and in fact I thought it would have been kind of erotic and the idea 
excited me.  Beth said that she understood completely and that she had long 
ago accepted the fact that Norm was just the kind of guy who would always 
chase pussy. It didn't bother her that he lusted after Lydia and fucked her 
because she knew that for Norm, it was just plain old physical sex and he 
didn't love any of the women he cheated with and always returned to Beth's 
arms. But what really pissed her off was that he did such an amateur, sloppy 
job of bedding Lydia and fucking her that he got caught and subjected them 
to so much public humiliation and derision.

Then she said, "You know Dan, it's really too bad that we didn't know how we 
all felt before this happened, because we could have just engaged in a 
little swapping and had lots of fun fucking and sucking each other."  And I 
said, "Boy you're right Beth.  I have lusted after you for years and during 
the war I used to have really erotic fantasies about you fucking me, and 
sucking my cock, and swallowing my cum when I would masturbate myself."

That was all it took.  She looked at me and said, "What the hell are we 
waiting for Dan.  Lets get a room next door at the Surfside Motel so I can 
fuck your brains out."  The waitress had just delivered our lunch plates.  I 
threw $40 on the table and we both got up and left without taking a bite and 
got us a room at the Surfside as fast as we could. As the restaurant door 
was closing behind me, I heard our waitress say to the maitre'd, "There goes 
two of the horniest people I have seen in a long time.  That broad is worse 
than a bitch in heat. It makes my pussy itch for a real fat cock. Are you 
interested Alfred?"

I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking that I'm no better than any of 
the other guys that cheat on their wives.  I guess you could make that 
argument.  But the way I looked at it.  The deal that I made with Lydia was 
still in force, and implicit in that deal was my right to fuck any other 
woman I wanted to.  And she did say that she would never complain if I 
decided to fuck some other woman, but would only work harder to make me want 
to fuck only her. Besides, I was only doing this to get even with Norm.  It 
had nothing to do with my love for Lydia.  And even if you can't accept that 
rationale, I never claimed to be a saint.

I was kind of disappointed in Beth as a piece of ass.  She fucked ok, but 
she didn't have any imagination, and she was so thin, sort of like a "boney 
maroni," that she had too many sharp edges to suit me.  Also she would only 
fuck in the missionary position with me on top because after I got my cock 
sunk all the way in to her cunt she would bring her legs together real tight 
and cross her ankles effectively trapping my cock in her cunt like it was in 
a vise. It was damn near impossible to move my cock in and out of her cunt.  
Beth just used the muscles of her cunt walls to rhythmically squeeze and 
relax around my cock until she and I both had orgasms. She said she liked 
that position because it was the only way she could keep Norm's short dick 
from slipping out of her cunt before she could have an orgasm.  But I have 
to say that she really made up for it as a cocksucker.  That woman could 
suck cock like no one I had ever had before and she never tired of 
swallowing cum.  She sucked me off so much that afternoon that my balls and 
cum sac were completely dry.

When I got home that evening, Lydia was feeling horny and put some moves on 
me to fuck her which I did of course but to my consternation I was unable to 
generate any cum to shoot into her cunt and she noticed it and wanted to 
know what was the matter with me. My balls had not yet recovered from the 
huge demand that Beth's cock sucking had put on them and I was completely 
dry.  I didn't want her to start wondering why she couldn't make me cum, so 
in a flash of genius inspiration, I thought of using this event as a way to 
introduce her to my obsession of wanting to watch her fuck and suck other 
men.

So I told her about my erotic compulsion and said that I was having some 
real difficulty in accepting that I must be some kind of sexual pervert and 
it was interfering with my head and preventing me from enjoying fucking.  
She said, "Oh darling, you're not any kind of pervert.  You're just going 
through a delayed reaction to what that bastard Norm did to me.  Don't worry 
baby, it's my fault you feel this way and it's my job to make it right. I'll 
help you work through this little blip in the road, and pretty soon you will 
be generating and filling my cunt with more cum than you have ever produced 
before.  You just leave it all up to me baby. I'll get that magnificent cock 
of yours working better than ever."

I was feeling pretty good.  It had been a really great day.  I got a great 
start on getting even with Norm by fucking Beth's brains out and at the same 
time maneuvered Lydia in to taking complete responsibility for fixing my 
erotic compulsion to watch her fuck and suck other men.  I was elated, 
because I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.  The only thing left 
to figure out was how to make sure that Norm would find out that I was 
fucking Beth.

Then I had another real flash of inspiration. Our squadron move was still a 
couple of months away so I planned to fuck Beth as often as I could during 
that time.  But I knew that I would have to wait for times when Norm would 
be off base deployed or on a cross-country training mission.  But in between 
those times I could call Beth and have phone sex with her to engage in 
mutual masturbation and secretly make tape recordings of our erotic 
conversations.  Then at the appropriate moment I would mail them anonymously 
to Norm under the guise of being a concerned friend who hated to see him 
being humiliated by his wife.

The plan worked perfectly.  Over the next two months Beth and I found ways 
to get together for fucking and sucking two or three times a week and in 
between we would have sex over the phone.  I got at least five or six hours 
of phone tape with Beth extolling my cock and how much she loved to be 
fucked by me and how she loved sucking my cock and eating my delicious cum.  
She would ridicule Norm for not being able to satisfy her with his tiny 
little prick and because he always shot his wad too prematurely; often 
losing it and spraying his cum all over her pussy lips before he could even 
get his cock into her cunt.  She would say that she loved fucking and 
sucking me because I was a real man who knew how to please a woman, and she 
loved having my big eight inch cock rammed deep into her cunt where Norm's 
little short prick had never been, and she couldn't wait until Norm left 
town again so she could suck my balls dry. And of course I reciprocated 
telling her what a fantastic cunt she had and how much I loved her cock 
sucking and that she was so much better than Lydia at everything that I 
hardly ever fucked Lydia anymore.

But I was glad when the time came for the big squadron move to Texas to take 
place.  I was getting tired of having to keep stringing Beth along by 
continuing to fuck her so she would continue to have phone sex with me that 
I could tape.  She really wasn't that good a piece of ass anyway.  I did 
enjoy her cock sucking, but even that was getting to be routine. Besides, I 
had compiled more than enough phone sex tapes and didn't need anymore.

I wasn't going with the squadron to the new air base in Texas because I had 
decided to let the Air Force send me to graduate school to get a Masters 
degree in Computer Science.  I had just come out on the Major's list and 
knew that my days as a front line squadron fighter pilot were fast coming to 
a natural end anyway.  I had to think about my long range career goals.  
Lydia and I talked it over and both agreed that it was time to move on.


Chapter 9   Moving On

When the squadron moved to Texas in October, Lydia, the kids, and I moved to 
The Dallas-Ft Worth area where I was to enter an 18 month masters program in 
January at one of the universities in the DFW metropolitan area. We found a 
place to live and used the three months before the new semester began to 
become acquainted with the area.  We were moving on and looked forward to 
new adventures and challenges.

In December I mailed the sex tapes to Norm as a Christmas gift and didn't 
even try and make them look like they were coming from a concerned  
`anonymous' friend like I had initially planned to do. I really didn't care 
anymore how they affected him. He just wasn't worth any more of my time and 
energy.  I just included a little note that said, "Merry Christmas Norm. 
Thought you might like to know what kind of a slut whore your wife is and 
what she really thinks of you. Your friend and pal, Dan."

My main concern was focusing on my obsession with wanting to watch Lydia 
fuck and suck other men because it was beginning to have an affect on the 
quality of Lydia's and my sex life.  She wasn't making any progress in 
fixing that problem like she said she could. Her tactics revolved around 
trying to be more `spontaneous' and inventive with our sex play. She would 
approach me at odd times during the day like when I was studying and start 
stroking my cock and begging me to fuck her right then and there on the 
floor or on the table.

She also started training herself to be a good cock sucker and did things 
like meeting me at the door when I got home from class and would then drop 
to her knees and pull out my cock to give me a blow job declaring how hungry 
she was for my cock. She must have been doing research on how to be a good 
cock sucker because her technique really improved dramatically.  And she 
even began to develop a taste, or at least a tolerance for my cumming in her 
mouth, although I could tell that she still had an aversion to swallowing it 
and only did it on the few occasions when I was able to generate more cum 
than she could comfortably hold in her mouth and some of it would slip down 
her throat.

We had settled down into a comfortable routine and thought we had put all 
the events surrounding that night that I caught Lydia and Norm fucking each 
other in Chrissies room behind us, or so we thought.  But one day in early 
March I came home from classes late in the afternoon and Lydia said that she 
had a very interesting day.  That morning she had received a phone call from 
Frieda Parson.  Tom was one of my squadron mates and he and Frieda had been 
our duplex neighbors when we were in the squadron.

Frieda told her that Norm and Beth were getting a very messy divorce.  
Evidently someone had sent Norm a Christmas present of a bunch of tape 
recordings of Beth having phone sex with some guy and talking about how much 
she loved fucking and sucking him whenever Norm was deployed.  Well Norm got 
so angry and drunk one night when he confronted her with the evidence that 
he knocked her around a bit and ended up breaking her nose and giving her a 
big black eye and Beth had to go to the base hospital for treatment.

Of course a report had to be made of the incident and in the next couple of 
days the rumors were flying all over the base.  Beth filed assault charges 
on Norm and he was arrested, booked, and released and was going to be court 
martialed.  He was probably going to be kicked out of the Air Force, but at 
the very least his career was totally ruined.  Beth sued for divorce 
alleging cruelty, abuse, and infidelity by Norm and Norm countersued 
alleging Beth was unfaithful based on the phone tape evidence.

Frieda thought that Lydia would want to know what had happened to that dirt 
bag Norm and then she asked her if she had any idea who Beth had been 
fucking.  Lydia told her that she had not heard of the problems between Norm 
and Beth and had no idea who Beth might have been fucking, but that she was 
very sorry to hear about the way Beth was treated by Norm because Beth was 
the innocent party in the whole mess and did not deserve to be hurt the way 
Norm was hurting her.  But then Lydia told me that she had her whole point 
of view changed later in the day when she received a package in the 
afternoon mail.

The package contained copies of four phone tapes that Beth had sent to Lydia 
with a note that said, `Lydia, I hope you will find these tapes enlightening 
and make you understand that your husband is just as big, if not a worse 
lying, two-timing, son of a bitch than my Norm.  Please listen carefully 
about what he really thinks of you, you sanctimonious, self-righteous bitch 
whore.  Fuck you.  Beth."  There were four tapes of me and Beth having phone 
sex where I was very explicit in describing how Beth was a much better cock 
sucker, fucker, and all around piece of ass than Lydia ever thought about 
being and that Lydia could no longer satisfy me enough to make me have an 
orgasm and that I preferred to beat off than to fuck Lydia.

My heart froze because I was sure that Lydia would think that I was no 
different than that sleaze bag Norm and that everything that was now right 
between us would be destroyed for good.  And I thought that that bitch, 
Beth, was just as devious and conniving as I had been and was using me to 
nail Lydia for fucking Norm just as I had used her to get even with Norm for 
fucking Lydia.  I looked at Lydia and I was afraid to open my mouth, but I 
screwed up my nerve and said,

"I'm the one that made those tapes baby and I'm also the one that was 
screwing Beth, but she didn't mean a thing to me.  I know what you must be 
thinking but please, please let me explain and don't say anything until 
you've heard me out. I was so damn proud of the way you stood up for me and 
put those guys in their place that day during the squadron meeting.  You had 
the courage to stand up to those prima donnas and make them see themselves 
for the shallow, thin skinned, hypocrites that they were, including me, with 
our double standard rules of conduct for wives and fighter pilots.  I should 
have been the one to make that speech on your behalf, instead you did it for 
me.  But as much as I was proud of you for being my strong, proud wife, I 
knew that it could not substitute for my taking personal satisfaction from 
Norm and personally hurting him the way he hurt me by both violating you, 
and awakening in me an unspeakable obsession that I never knew I was capable 
of that made me feel like I was a sick pervert.


I had to do something to redeem myself as a man and recover my self-respect. 
  The only thing that I could think of was doing to his wife the same thing 
that he did to mine.  So I very deliberately set out on a strategy of 
seducing Beth and using her to develop incontrovertible evidence of her 
unfaithfulness to Norm. It wasn't hard to get Beth into the sack. She was so 
pissed at Norm that she jumped at the first advance I made to her over lunch 
at the Surfside Breakers down on the beach and insisted we go straight next 
door to the surfside motel and jump in bed. But it wasn't enough to just 
fuck her. I had to have incontrovertible evidence that I could give to Norm 
to make him see that his wife wanted to do it more than I did.

So I came up with the idea of having phone sex with her that I could tape 
and send to Norm as proof of his wife's infidelity. I had to keep meeting 
her for fuck and suck sessions so that she would continue to have phone sex 
between our meetings until I could get her on tape saying things that would 
make it clear to Norm that she was a cheating slut because he couldn't 
satisfy her.  In order to get her to talk trash about Norm, I had to say 
things about how unsatisfying it was to have sex with you and how much I 
preferred Beth instead.  She took the bait hook, line and sinker as you 
could tell from those tapes.

It was wrong of me to deceive you like I did but it's the only way that I 
could think of to begin to redeem my self-respect short of finding Norm and 
beating the shit out of him or killing the bastard, but I knew those weren't 
real options.  The first would have probably gotten me a court martial and 
the second either the chair or life in prison. Please don't hate me baby. 
I'm terrified that this stupid stunt of mine will cause me to lose you.  
Please forgive me.  God I don't want to lose you."

Beth looked at me and said, "Damn it Dan, how many times do I have to keep 
telling you that I am your woman forever.  Remember our deal sweetheart?  I 
don't hate you sweetie.  I could never hate you, no matter who you fucked 
and for whatever reason.  I will never stop loving you no matter what you 
do.  I meant what I said darling when I said you owned me.  You're my man 
baby and you can fuck anyone you want to just as long as you keep coming 
back home to me and my cunt and don't you ever forget it.

I know why you had to fuck Beth and I'm glad you did it.  And I know you 
didn't mean those things you said to her about her being a much better piece 
of ass than I am.  I understand perfectly why you had to say those things. 
So don't worry about it baby.  I never did really like that snooty, arrogant 
bitch.  She always thought that she was the best looking piece of ass around 
with her long legs and pointy tits.  She used to say that she didn't care 
about Norm chasing pussy all the time because he always came crawling back 
to her cunt since he never found one that was better than hers.  I only put 
up with her because she was Norm's wife, and you and Norm were such tight 
buddies at the time.

I kissed her passionately and said, "Sweetheart, I must have been a saint in 
a prior life and you are my reward from God, and I thank him every day of my 
life for bringing us together, because I don't deserve you based on my 
performance in this life so far.  Thank you darling for being mine."

I paused to hug her tight and then whispered in her ear, "And just for the 
record angel, you are a five star, world class, piece of ass.  The woman 
doesn't exist that can fuck like you can sweetie.  If they gave out Oscars 
or Olympic medals for best fuckers, you would be a perpetual winner of the 
gold."

Lydia giggled and said, "I am a great piece of ass aren't I, but it's always 
nice to hear you say so honey.  But seriously Dan, I know that I'm not so 
great yet at sucking a cock and I'm pretty sure that Beth was able to ring 
your bell pretty good in that department.  She used to brag about how good 
she was at deep throating big, thick, long cocks while simultaneously 
swallowing their cum without losing a drop.  I know I'm not there yet but 
I'm working on it, and one day soon I hope you will be able to say that I'm 
also a five star, world class cock sucker. But it takes practice and there 
is no time like the present to work on it."

And then she dropped to her knees, opened my fly, and pulled out my cock and 
started sucking on it. That was such an erotic move for Lydia that it 
inflamed all my senses and I quickly reached a massive orgasm and spurted 
five or six huge wads of cum into her mouth which she smoothly swallowed 
without losing a drop.  Then when I quit spurting she continued to suck and 
squeeze my cock to drain every last bit of cum out of my dick that was still 
remaining in the cum and piss channel.

Then when she was sure I was dry, she removed my cock from her mouth, looked 
up at me, licked her lips with her tongue spreading my cum all over them, 
and said, "That was really a very tasty load sweetie. I think I'm really 
starting to develop that `acquired taste' for cock sauce that all the girls 
used to say that I would eventually develop when we used to talk about our 
experiences with sucking cocks. But I don't want to jump to any false 
conclusions, so I might need a lot more practice to be sure."  Then she gave 
me a sexy little smile and reached out with her tongue to lick the end of my 
cock and stuck the tip of her tongue into its hole wiggling it around and 
said to me, "You don't mind my taking the extra practice do you baby?"  I 
replied breathlessly,

"Honey, that was a gold medal performance. I have never before had it sucked 
with such erotic intensity. You already qualify as a world class cock sucker 
and don't need any more practice to reach that level of cock sucking 
excellence.  But it will take practice to stay at that level, so you can 
have as much extra practice as you need, anytime and anywhere baby.  Just 
reach in and whip it out and clamp your lips around it anytime you feel the 
need. And oh, by the way, who is this broad Beth that you keep talking 
about?  Must be some street tramp I guess.  For sure no one that we need to 
ever worry about for sure."


Chapter 10   Dealing With The Aftermath

We finally had put that squadron party and everything connected with it 
behind us and moved on with our life.  I was feeling good about myself again 
and Lydia was working hard on helping me overcome my obsession with wanting 
to see her fuck and suck other men.

I really loved her for how hard she was working to help me with my problem, 
but nothing seemed to work for very long.  In the beginning after I started 
school, the only thing that really worked without fail whenever I was 
fucking her and finding it difficult to bring myself to an orgasm was 
conjuring up in my mind that image of her fucking Norm that night and 
begging him to cum in her cunt- and even then as the months passed that 
began to become less and less effective and wouldn't always work.  So after 
about four months I had to raise the ante, so to speak, and started talking 
to her while I was fucking her telling her how much the sight of her fucking 
Norm had turned me on, and how much I wanted to watch her fuck and suck 
other men. We called this `dirty talking' while we were fucking.

I could tell Lydia was a little uncomfortable with me talking to her about 
how erotic the sight of her fucking Norm was to me and how I became so 
excited that my cum was boiling up in my balls and cock and that I was on 
the verge of having an intense spontaneous orgasm and was sorry that I ever 
turned on that damn light that stopped the whole thing.  I was hoping that 
she would respond to me by telling me how much she had loved Norm's cock 
filling her cunt and how disappointed she was that she had not had a chance 
to feel his throbbing meat pump his cum into her cunt filling it to 
overflowing with his powerful love juice.

But she didn't respond like I was hoping and fantasizing that she would. 
Instead she would just say things like, "I'm glad you're excited baby.  I 
need your sweet, hot, cum in me so bad.  I can feel your magnificent hot 
cock throbbing and straining to fill my cunt with your wonderful cock sauce. 
  Shoot it to me lover, shoot it to me."

What I really wanted her to do was to tell me how much she loved sucking 
Norm's cock and eating his cum and how good his cock felt in her cunt and 
how much she wanted to suck other men's cocks and eat their cum and then 
have them fuck her brains out.  But she just didn't want to talk about the 
incident with Norm and she wouldn't fantasize out loud about fucking and 
sucking other men for me. So even that approach began to lose its 
effectiveness as well over time, and I would have to raise the ante again.

I moved up a level in the focus of my dirty talking while I was fucking her 
and would ask her specific questions about her fuck session with Norm trying 
to get her to have a dialogue.  For example I would ask her how it felt to 
have Norm's dick in her cunt, and did she like his dick better than mine, 
and didn't she wish that he had cum in her cunt before I interrupted their 
fucking.  And I would ask about her feelings when she bared her tits for him 
and grabbed his dick and masturbated him until he shot his cum and creamed 
all over her hand and whether she licked his cum off her hand with her 
tongue.  But she couldn't bring herself to respond the way she knew that I 
was hoping she would and mostly tried to avoid engaging in my efforts by 
saying she didn't remember or that she didn't really enjoy the sex she had 
with Norm because she was only trying to punish him for using her.

Anyway, I continued to increase my level of dirty talking until at the point 
I was starting my last semester with about six months to go for my degree, I 
had reached the point of begging her to take a lover so I could watch her 
fuck another man to get my rocks off.  Lydia said that she wanted to help me 
with my obsession, but she was afraid to just try and pick some one up 
because it would be so risky and we really didn't know anyone well enough 
for her to seduce like that.  But then I had another one of my famous 
inspirations.

I had been going to the library every Friday and Saturday night for the past 
three or four weeks to work with my partner on our masters project for our 
degree.  Allen Finley was in the same program I was in and he and I had 
teamed up at the suggestion of our sponsoring professor.  Allen was about my 
age and a pretty good looking guy in great physical condition and we got 
along great together.  He had already been over to the house three or four 
times to relax with beer and chips watching football games on the weekends.  
Lydia knew him well and I knew she liked him as a real nice guy.  I also 
knew he appreciated Lydia's body because I had already noticed him ogling 
her a few times when he thought no one was looking.

I suggested to Lydia that if Allen and I started meeting at our house every 
Friday and Saturday night to do our research and work on our master's thesis 
project that we could create an opportunity for getting into a three way 
with Allen.  I told Lydia that I knew he lusted after her body and told her 
about how I noticed him ogling her.  I said that all she had to do is to 
wear the kind of clothes when he was around that would make it easy for her 
to `innocently' expose some of her assets to his gaze and we could let 
`nature' take its natural course.  She said that she would be willing to try 
with Allen if that's what I really wanted and then went on to say that she 
was only doing this because she loved me and if it was indeed what I really 
wanted then she would do it to make me happy.  She said that since nothing 
else had worked to date maybe if I really finally got to watch her fuck 
someone else that it might be the answer to finally curing me of my 
obsession.

It took three or four study sessions with Lydia dressed in ways to inflame 
Allen's lust for her by leaning over a little too much when bringing him a 
beer and letting him get a good look at her tits, or sitting on the sofa 
opposite the table where we were working watching TV with her knees pulled 
up under her chin when she was wearing a short skirt with no panties so 
Allen would have a good view of her pussy and cunt.  Then on one Saturday 
evening about three weeks after we started our campaign of softening up 
Allen and making him susceptible to Lydia's charms our efforts paid off 
better than I had hoped for.

Allen came over about 5:30 in the afternoon and we started a pretty 
intensive study session as we were fast approaching a point in our project 
where we were going to have to make some decisions on what our next steps 
would be.  Lydia was really decked out like a real sex pot.  Her tits were 
almost falling out of the loose halter top she was wearing and as usual she 
wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt.  When she wasn't keeping 
us well supplied with cold beer, which she did frequently so she could flash 
her tits at Allen, she watched TV on the sofa sitting directly across from 
Allen so he would have a birds eye view of her cunt. But Allen was so 
focused on the work we were doing that he didn't seem to notice either her 
tits or her pussy. I didn't notice that she was also keeping pace with us 
and drinking just as much beer as we were.  Allen and I were so engrossed in 
our work that as the evening progressed I didn't notice that Lydia was 
beginning to get annoyed with not getting any attention from us and was 
beginning to get a little wasted.

After about four and a half hours of really hard concentrated work, both 
Allen and I were burned out and really feeling the effects of all the beer 
that Lydia had been steadily supplying us and we decided to take a break.  
Lydia hollered, "Hooray, it's about time. I was beginning to think you two 
were gay in love with each other and don't appreciate a good looking woman 
when you see one."  Allen had plopped down on the sofa next to Lydia and I 
was in my big reclining chair next to the sofa.

Allen was the first to respond to Lydia's outburst and he said slurring his 
words, "Not true Lydia. Just because we were working hard doesn't mean that 
we didn't notice you. I happen to think that you have the most magnificent 
pair of tits I have ever seen on a woman.  Now what do you think about 
that?"  The effects of all the beer we had drunk was making itself very 
obvious now.   Lydia responded, "Why Allen, baby, that's the nicest thing 
you have ever said to me.  You're really turning me on big fella.  Did you 
hear that Danny baby? Allen loves my tits.  That makes me tingle all over."  
I was really excited now because I knew that this could be the moment we 
were hoping for, at least the moment I was hoping for.  I pretended to be 
kind of wiped out on beer and said, "That's really nice honey.  Why don't 
you be nice to him while I rest my eyes for a few minutes ok?"  Lydia said, 
"Do you mean it Danny? Do you really want me to be nice to him?" I said, 
"Yeah baby, I do. Now you just be really nice to him and let him have what 
ever he wants and let me rest my eyes for just a little bit, please."

Lydia turned back to Allen and said, "Dan said I should be really nice to 
you Allen and let you have what ever you want.  So what is your pleasure 
Allen honey?

Allen looked like he had seen a ghost and began stammering, "Pleasure??......, 
what kind of pleasure?....I'm not sure.... I mean what can I have....?"  Lydia 
responded,  "Oh my, decisions, decisions, decisions, like being in a candy 
store and not knowing where to begin.  I tell you what Allen baby, why don't 
we begin with my fucking you silly, and afterwards you can suck on my 
magnificent tits while your balls work overtime to refill you cum sac, and 
then I'll give you a world class blow job and suck your cock and swallow 
your sweet cum.  After that we'll just play it by ear.  Ok sweetie pie? How 
does that sound to you?"

While she was telling him what she was going to do to him, she had pushed 
him back onto the sofa and had unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and 
shorts off exposing his stiff hard cock.  It was a good sized seven incher 
and already had pre cum oozing from its piss hole.  Lydia bent over and 
licked up the pre cum and said, "Boy it looks like I better hurry or that 
love rod of yours will be making a mess all over my carpet and we can't have 
that now, can we?"

Then she climbed on top of him and placed her cunt directly over his hard 
cock and lowered it onto that throbbing shaft until it was all the way in 
her cunt and then started to slowly move her cunt up and down on his shaft 
and started talking to him,

"What do you think of this Allen sweetie?  Have you ever in your life had 
your prick in a tighter cunt than this one? How does it feel baby?  Have you 
ever had a bitch work her cunt wall muscles on your thick cock like mine is 
doing right now? Do you want me to move faster or do you like this nice slow 
pace better? Personally, I like a slow languid fuck. I find that a slow 
buildup always intensifies the orgasm of my partner and I get rewarded with 
a flood of cum filling every empty space of my cunt.  I love that hot, 
smooth, creamy, cum baby, so take your time big guy and build up a good big 
charge of your hot cock sauce for me."

When I heard Lydia begin talking dirty to Allen I opened my eyes and saw her 
lowering her cunt onto his cock.  I felt like screaming with joy.  It was 
the most erotic thing I had ever hoped to witness.  Lydia was acting the 
part of a hot whoring bitch better than most real whores ever thought about 
doing. I got up out of the chair and dropped my pants and shorts and walked 
over to stand next to them on the couch and began stroking my hard straining 
cock.  Lydia was magnificent! I had never seen her so completely turned on.  
The cum was boiling in my balls.  I said, "Lydia what are you doing honey?"  
She answered, "Did you have a nice little nap baby? I'm being real nice to 
Allen and giving him what ever he wanted like you said darling."

Allen was petrified when he opened his eyes and saw me standing there 
watching Lydia fuck him and began stammering, "God I'm sorry Dan. I didn't 
mean for this to happen. I'll leave right away and never come back. I 
promise I..."  He was trying to lift himself up on his elbows to get up and I 
stopped him pushing him back down by his shoulder and said, "Relax Allen. 
It's ok.  You're a good friend and a good partner, and friends and partners 
should be willing to share.  Lydia likes you a lot and I don't mind sharing 
her.  Aren't you enjoying this?"  He replied, "Oh my god yes.  I've never 
been fucked like this before. It's fantastic. Lydia is fantastic. You're a 
lucky and good man Dan." When he said that Lydia said, "Yes he certainly is 
and he shouldn't have to beat his meat to get his rocks off either.  Shove 
that beautiful cock in my mouth darling.  I want to taste your hot cock 
sauce and feel it sliding down my throat."

And so I did exactly that, and about 45 seconds later all three of us 
exploded in massive orgasms. Allen filled Lydia's cunt with so much of his 
hot cum that it overflowed through the seal made by her cunt's outer lips 
and his cock while I shot more of my cum down her throat than I had ever 
produced before at one time.  Lydia said later that it was the most 
exquisite orgasm that she had ever had. For the next four months every 
Friday and Saturday night study session always finished with a good three 
way fuck and suck session. I was in heaven.

It's a miracle that Allen and I were able to finish our project to get our 
degrees.  But now we were splitting up and going our separate ways, me back 
to the Air Force, and Allen to a good job in Washington State.  We gave him 
a ride to the airport and on the way Lydia gave him a parting cum eating 
blow job as a going away memento.  We promised to keep in touch and I told 
him any time he was in our neighborhood to be sure and drop in for a beer 
and one of Lydia's patented blow jobs and a good fuck.


Chapter 11   Slaying Hidden Demons of the Mind

My next assignment out of grad school was to an east coast fighter base 
located in a very popular tourist area.  This time, however, I was not a 
member of a fighter squadron.  Armed with my new computer science degree, I 
was to be the director of the wing's computer operations and network 
management division on the wing staff.  I was now a wing staff support 
officer `affectionately' known by the squadron fighter jocks as 
`straphangers', meaning staff officers that came down to fly with them a few 
times a month to log our minimum required flying time in order to qualify 
for our flight pay.

Of course, not all staff officers were pilots.  In fact most weren't.  But 
those of us who were rated pilots were officially categorized as "behind the 
line mission capable" pilots that were available to augment the fighter 
squadrons in the event we became involved in actual combat operations and 
flew at wartime surge sortie rates.  Squadron pilots were known as "mission 
ready line pilots".  The difference between mission capable and mission 
ready was just a way of describing the difference between levels of training 
and flying proficiency.  A squadron line pilot typically flew an average of 
22 to 25 training sorties per month while a straphanger only logged five or 
six sorties a month.

Anyway, it was great being back in an Air Force community again even if it 
was as a straphanger this time.  Our sex life was very good as our frequent 
three ways with Allen had finally caused Lydia to finally accept the fact 
that I really and truly did want her to fuck and suck other men so I could 
watch to enhance my own pleasure by seeing her perform with other men.  She 
confided in me that it also gave her a lot of pleasure as well and she 
really missed our sessions with Allen. She said that while she enjoyed the 
pure physical act of fucking him and giving him good blow jobs and feeling 
him cum in her cunt and mouth, what really excited her the most and made her 
want to fuck and suck Allen was the look of utter joy and happiness on my 
face as I watched her service another man.  The knowledge that she was 
making me so completely happy made her feel totally fulfilled as a woman and 
really intensified her own orgasms to a level that she had never imagined 
possible.

For the first year or so sex was great with Lydia as we both enjoyed talking 
dirty to each other whenever we fucked, reliving the great threesomes we had 
with Allen, especially the memorable ones like when we both would take turns 
switching between her cunt and ass when we fucked her at the same time as in 
one cock in her cunt and the other cock in her ass; and the times when Lydia 
would suck both of our cocks at the same time. The last time she did it 
Allen and I both came at the same time and Lydia scrambled unsuccessfully to 
swallow two huge loads of our cum and ended up with a lot of it spraying all 
over her tits and face. I remember Allen and I laughed our asses off at the 
sight of Lydia frantically scooping up as much of our cum as she could on 
her fingers and then licking and eating it off her fingers as fast as she 
could.  Lydia stuck out her cum laden tongue at both of us and said, "Wipe 
those stupid grins off your faces you two assholes.  It's a crime to be 
wasting all this tasty cock sauce.  From now on no more simultaneous blow 
jobs for you two fuckheads.  I'm only going to suck one cock at a time, so 
get used to it!"

But after a little over a year had passed I began having my old problem 
again of having some difficulty in reaching an orgasm with Lydia.  We had 
milked our three way experiences with Allen to the point that they were 
becoming stale with overuse and I needed something new. Lydia was concerned 
because she had hoped that the great three-way sex we had with Allen would 
cure me of the escalating nature of my compulsive obsession.  But she knew 
now that was not in the cards and she said to me that she felt that we 
needed outside help to understand how to deal with this problem of ours.  I 
knew in my heart she was right and I loved her all the more for treating it 
as "our problem" and not my problem.  She then had a suggestion which was to 
be the answer that would eventually solve all our problems- even the ones 
that we didn't even know we had. But we didn't know it at the time.

Lydia said that she had been talking to one of the squadron wives one day 
and this wife was confiding in her some of the sexual problems she and her 
husband had been having and told Lydia that there was a woman psychiatrist 
in town who specialized in counseling and treating those kinds of problems 
between married couples and had just worked wonders for she and her husband. 
  I might add that Lydia was a celebrity among the women of the base and she 
was accepted immediately by all of them as a heroine and role model of the 
type of air force wife that they all wished they could be. Lydia had become 
used to some of them confiding their sexual problems in her and asking for 
her advice.

You see, the accounts of Lydia's performance that day in the squadron 
briefing room had spread like wildfire all through the air force fighter 
community until now it had become part of the folklore of the air force.  
One Friday evening soon after we reported in to our new assignment, we were 
at the O Club having a quiet drink at the bar together when we were 
approached by a young lieutenant fighter pilot and he said,

"Excuse me Maj Bartlett, but are you the same Maj Bartlett that used to be 
with 172nd before they moved to Texas?"  I replied, "Yes I am Lieutenant. 
How can I help you?"

He said, "It's an honor to meet you sir.  I'm Jeff Bishop and I'm in the 
332nd.  I sure hope you will come down and fly with us sir.  It would be an 
honor to fly on your wing," and then he turned to look at Lydia and said to 
me, "And I presume sir this lovely lady is Mrs Bartlett?"

I said, "You're correct again Lieutenant," and I looked at Lydia and said, 
"Honey may I present Lieutenant Jeff Bishop of the 332nd Fighting Demons," 
and to Lieutenant Bishop I said, "Lieutenant, my wife Lydia."  Lydia 
extended her hand to the lieutenant and said, "I am very delighted to meet 
you lieutenant", and he replied in turn as he took her hand and bowed 
slightly, "The delight is all mine ma'am.  It is an honor to meet you.  
Would you mind very much ma'am if I brought my wife over. She is dying to 
meet you and she would never forgive me if I didn't ask."

Lydia laughed and said, "By all means Lieutenant.  I would never want to be 
the cause of any distress between such a gallant young gentleman and his 
lady, and I would very much like to meet your wife.  He broke in to a big 
grin and lost all pretense at being formal and said, "Wow! Fantastic. Now 
don't you two go anywhere, I'll be right back."  I looked at Lydia and said, 
"Honey you're famous and I know why, and it makes me so damn proud to be 
your husband I could bust."

And then Lieutenant Bishop arrived back with his pretty young wife in tow 
and said to Lydia, "Mrs Bartlett, this is my wife Suzie," and to his wife, 
"Honey this is Mrs Bartlett."  Suzie immediately started to gush all over 
Lydia, "Oh, Mrs Bartlett I've heard so much about you. It's an honor to know 
you.  You are my...," and then Lieutenant Bishop suddenly realized he had left 
me out and interrupted his wife,  "Oh gosh I'm sorry!  Honey this is Maj 
Bartlett's husband...I mean this is Maj Bartlett, Mrs Bartlett's wife...no, I 
mean her husband...oh damn, I'm making a fool of myself!"  I laughed and said,

"Relax Lieutenant.  It happens to me as well every time I find myself in the 
presence of two such stunningly beautiful women like your lovely wife Suzie 
and my Lydia."  Suzie looked at me and said, "I'm very pleased to meet you 
Maj Bartlett.  Thank you for that very nice compliment.  Would you mind very 
much sir if I borrowed your wife for a little while.  I have a whole table 
full of 332nd wives that are dying to meet her."  Then she looked at Lydia 
and said, "Please Mrs Bartlett, could I impose on you?"

I said, "Go,go,go Lydia. I'm sure Lieutenant Bishop here will keep me very 
good company bringing me up to speed on the latest developments in fighter 
tactics that have occurred while I have been goofing off for the last two 
years in academia."  Lydia smiled at Suzie and said, "Lead on dear and 
please call me Lydia. Every time I hear Mrs Bartlett I keep looking around 
for Dan's mother."

Anyway, Lydia continued to explain her idea to me and said that she had 
already been to see this female psychiatrist on two occasions. Her name was 
Ingrid Carlson and she was Swedish by birth and had emigrated as a young 
girl with her parents to our country some 25 years ago.  Lydia said she 
listened carefully to Lydia's rough outline of our problem and said that it 
sounded like there were other deep rooted factors at work than the obvious 
ones involving the incident with Norm that Lydia had recounted to her.  But 
she thought that if we were both willing to work with her that she felt like 
she could help us.

She recommended that Lydia and I see her separately for about five or six 
sessions each so that she could get to know each of us better as individuals 
and begin to probe for indicators that might be causing our difficulties.  
She made sure that Lydia understood that whatever Lydia told her during 
their sessions and whatever I told her during ours would remain totally 
confidential.  Professional ethics would not permit her to share Lydia's 
thoughts with me or mine with Lydia.  She told Lydia that from what she knew 
so far that she was fairly certain that both of us had individual issues 
that needed to be resolved individually before we could begin to work on our 
sexual relationship problems.

I agreed with Lydia's suggestion because the only thing that had really 
worked for me so far were our three ways with Allen. But trying to develop 
three way opportunities with men from the air base was not an option.  It 
was just too risky as the consequences of our sexual practices being 
discovered and brought to the attention of my chain of command would surely 
have resulted in the end of my air force career.  And nothing stayed secret 
on an air force base for very long. So Lydia and I both began a course of 
treatment with Ingrid that lasted for almost 15 months.

Lydia and I both would see Ingrid independently for once a week for one 
hour.  As it turned out, both of us really had some deep-seated repressed 
hang-ups that took a lot of time and trust for Ingrid to bring to the 
surface. Although I did not find out about Lydia's issues until we had 
completed our professional course of doctor-patient treatments with Ingrid, 
because we had agreed to honor Ingrid's wish that we not talk to each other 
about what transpired in our individual sessions with Ingrid while we were 
actively undergoing treatment.

As for me, Ingrid helped me to understand that my obsession with wanting to 
see Lydia fuck and suck other men was not at all abnormal.  She said this 
was a very common fantasy for married men to have and showed me many 
scholarly studies that consistently documented that on average as many as 
40% to 50% of all married men secretly wished to see their wives fuck and 
suck other men. And of that group, at least 60% actually got to really 
experience watching their wife fuck and suck one or more men on a regular 
basis.  She said that in many husbands, the fact that other men desired 
their wives made them feel more masculine and strong knowing that their 
wives chose them, the husbands, above other men who also found the wife to 
be sexually desirable.

Ingrid's advice to me was not to be ashamed of these feelings and not to try 
and repress this desire, but to acknowledge it to Lydia. Share my fantasies 
about her fucking and sucking other men when we were fucking each other and 
tell her how good it made me feel to see how attractive and sexually 
desirable she was to other men knowing that she had chose me and that she 
was my woman.

According to Ingrid, this feeling was a normal instinct in all male animals 
who vied and fought for dominance over each other in having access to 
females in order to procreate their species. The same instinct was always 
present in human males only it was more often than not suppressed or 
expressed in more genteel ways than fighting, due to the mediating effects 
of being civilized. By giving permission for their woman to fuck and suck 
another man while they watched was one of the ways that many men validated 
their own potency and dominance over other males.  In their minds it was 
like saying, "I own this very desirable female and you can fuck her and 
enjoy her body only because I, your superior, grant you permission."

But in my case their were other factors also at work that made this natural 
male instinct that most men usually expressed as harmless fantasies to 
heighten the intensity of the sexual experience with their women. In my case 
it became an obsessive compulsion to actually physically see my wife being 
possessed and fucked by other men and then to watch her suck other men's 
cocks and eat their cum. It took over nine months of work with Ingrid 
constantly probing and asking questions and drawing me out until in the end 
she made me acknowledge the source of my obsession and helped me to 
understand that it was the result of many years of repressing some very deep 
conflicted feelings I had for my mother.

My mother was a very beautiful and sexy woman. She was also a very 
promiscuous woman. During her teen years, she had been very wild and fucked 
and sucked anything on two legs that had a cock. She was so addicted to 
fucking that she had actually tried out being a whore for about a year and a 
half when she was seventeen and eighteen before she met my dad. And even 
after they were married she had a number of affairs, which she never tried 
to hide from dad, but he loved her so much that he always took her back.

When I was sixteen she caught me in my room jacking off one afternoon and 
said that I didn't have to do that because she was my mother and mother's 
were supposed to take care of the needs of their children, and before I knew 
what was happening she pushed me back on my bed, dropped her skirt and 
panties and climbed on top of me and took my virginity and proceeded to fuck 
my brains out.

My mom was really a great piece of ass and still ranks in my book as one of 
the best lays I have ever had. She could make her cunt do magic things to my 
cock. For the next couple of years until I left for college she and I had 
frequent regular sex together at least once or twice a week including oral 
sex. The truth is that my mother was truly a world class cock sucker.  To 
this day I have never found a woman who could suck a cock as good as my mom 
could and enjoyed eating cum more than she did. I knew at the time that what 
we were doing was wrong and incestuous and I was feeling guilty about 
fucking my dad's wife. But I was young and horny and loved the fact that I 
was getting fucked and sucked by a beautiful woman several time a week, even 
if she was my mom, while most of my buddies were still dreaming about 
getting their first piece of ass.

I suspect that my dad knew that mom and I were regularly fucking and sucking 
each other for that last two years I was in high school, but he never let on 
that he knew about it and so we all pretended that everything was normal. 
After I left home for college, the only time I could fuck mom was when I 
came home for summers and holidays, and mom and I would try and make up for 
lost time. Dad still acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, 
until the last time I came home for Xmas just before I graduated.

Dad was working the night shift and mom and I were decorating the Xmas tree 
when she said we needed a little fun break. She got down on her knees and 
pulled down my pants as I was standing there in front of the tree and pulled 
out my cock and said that she was going to give me one of my presents a 
little early and began giving me one of her fantastic blow jobs. Just as I 
started to explode and began shooting my thick jets of cum into her mouth, 
dad unexpectedly walked in and saw mom with my cock in her mouth and my cum 
oozing out and dribbling down her chin.

Mom saw him walk in to the room but kept on sucking and swallowing my cum 
until I was dry and then she turned and looked at dad while licking the cum 
off her lips with her tongue and said, "Goodness Herb, you're home early 
tonight. Hope there wasn't any trouble at the plant. Have you had supper 
yet? I'll fix you something to eat if you haven't."

It was surreal. My mom was acting like it was just a normal every day thing 
for her husband to walk in on her giving their son a blow job and eating his 
cum. Dad didn't say a word to me. He looked like a crushed man, with his 
shoulders slumped as he quietly replied to mom, "This is the end Evelyn. I 
put up with all the other men over the years because I love you and couldn't 
help myself. But this is more than even I can stand. I knew you have been 
fucking Danny these last five or six years but I just put it out of my mind 
hoping that you would tire of him eventually. But this is so depraved that 
even I can't take anymore." Then he looked at me and said, "Merry Xmas 
Danny. I hope you have a good life son." Then he turned and walked out of 
the house and neither mom or I ever saw or heard from him again.

Mom saw the horrified look on my face and said, "Oh don't worry Danny.  
He'll be alright. He just needs a little fresh air that's all. Now it's my 
turn baby. Why don't you slip that beautiful hot cock of yours into my cunt 
and fuck my brains out for my early Xmas present." And she laid down on her 
back with her legs spread and opened up her cunt lips with her fingers so I 
could plainly see the inviting wet entrance to her love chamber.

I was in shock over what had just transpired and was completely unable to 
have an erection.  Mom could see the state I was in and told me it was 
alright and she knew that it was upsetting for me to see dad so down and 
depressed and that it was ok and I didn't have to fuck her right then and we 
would just wait until tomorrow after a good night's sleep. The next morning 
I got up early and left town to go back to school before mom woke up. I 
never saw or spoke to my mom again.

I tried to put the events of that night out of my mind and finished my last 
semester of school and joined the Air Force and never looked back. From time 
to time over the years I would hear things about mom from old high school 
friends. One of them told me that she had returned to whoring and for quite 
a few years had a reputation for being one of the best high-class and most 
expensive whores in the city. He said that when he knew her she fucked by 
appointment only, and he had fucked her quite a few times and could vouch 
for her reputation. He said that he had been very successful in business and 
could afford to buy my mom whenever he needed to get his pipes cleaned out 
and that she was worth every cent she charged. But that was quite a few 
years ago, and the last word I had was that as she got on in years and 
started to show her age with wrinkles and sagging tits that she had been 
reduced to working in a sleazy whorehouse on the wrong side of the tracks 
and specialized in servicing johns that liked to fuck mature older women 
while they were fantasizing that they were fucking their own mothers. I 
suspect she was very good at that because she had lots of real life 
experience with a real mother fucker- me.

Ingrid made me understand that the repressed and unresolved love-hate 
feelings that I had for my mother and the guilt I had for being the final 
instrument that broke my dad's will and caused him to abandon us, was the 
source of all my sexual hang-ups. It was the reason I couldn't bring myself 
to kick Lydia out of my life when she fucked Norm even though I still loved 
her, because that was the way my dad was with mom and all of her affairs, 
and I was, in my own mind, somehow paying a debt and honoring my dad by 
emulating what he would have done. It was also the source of my obsessive 
compulsion in wanting my wife to fuck and suck other men just like my mother 
did.

The sight of Lydia fucking Norm that night was the trigger that unleashed 
that compulsion from its repressed dormant state. And my insistence that 
night that Lydia get paid anytime she fucked another man so she would not be 
just a common slut and could call herself a whore was my way of resolving 
the repressed love-hate feelings I had for my mother who was also a whore. 
If I could love my wife when she was a whore, then it followed that I could 
also still love my whore of a mother and not hate her even though I could 
not bring myself to ever have any more contact with the bitch again.

Ingrid had worked wonders with me helping me to understand the source of my 
sexual hang-ups. But more importantly she made me understand that I was not 
in some way an unnatural pervert for wanting my wife to fuck other men. Lots 
of men wanted their wives to fuck other men. She said that some of my 
cravings were perhaps a little kinky; but so what? Everyone engaged in some 
type of kinky sexual practices. To some people blow jobs and cunt sucking 
were kinky and to others those were perfectly normal enjoyable practices, 
but ass fucking might be considered kinky except to women who had five or 
six children and had stretched their cunts so much that they preferred being 
fucked in the ass.  Kinky sex practices added spice and intensity in the 
pleasure of having sex and what was kinky to one might be perfectly normal 
to someone else.

During what was to be my last one-on-one therapy session with her on one 
Saturday morning she summed up the results of our year long excursion 
through the hidden recesses of my psyche and said that I should accept my 
kinky desires and share them with my wife honestly and openly and I would be 
amazed at how liberating it would be and open up whole new vistas of erotic 
sexual pleasure for both of us. She cautioned me that because my mother was 
a whore, that I would probably always have a secret desire for my wife to be 
a whore. But because I now understood the reason and source for that desire 
that I should be able to manage it and not let it interfere with my 
relationship with Lydia.

I asked her if I should encourage Lydia to see what it was like to be paid 
for fucking other men to see if it excited her. She said that Lydia has made 
great progress in losing many of her sexual inhibitions and it would not 
hurt for me, now and then, to gently share my secret fascination and desire 
for Lydia to maybe try out how it feels like to be a whore and experiment 
with fucking other men for money to see if she liked it and how it made her 
feel, but that I should not constantly harp on it, or ever try and force her 
to do it.  If she ever wanted to have an experience of being a whore, then 
she would do it on her own, and if she did, that would be the ultimate 
erotic act for me because no one forced my mom to be a whore and Lydia would 
be emulating my mom.

Ingrid said that the decision on whether Lydia should be a whore or not is 
one of the most deeply personal decisions any woman is ever confronted with. 
It doesn't matter what kind of whore either, as in a full-time professional 
whore, a kept mistress who fucked her man on demand in return for his 
financial support, a part-time week-end type occasional whore, or just a 
promiscuous woman who may not demand payment for sex, but never turns it 
down when it is offered. She said that to any woman that decision ranks 
right up there with deciding on which man she wants to be the first to ever 
fuck her in the cunt and break her one and only cherry.  But if I tried to 
force her to be a whore against her will or before she was ready to make 
that decision on her own, it would destroy the trust in our relationship, 
probably beyond any hope of repair.

Ingrid's last word on the subject really titillated me when she said, "But 
having said all of that, I think I can re-emphasize the point without 
violating any professional ethics or confidences that Lydia has also made 
tremendous progress in her therapy just as you have, and she might just 
pleasantly surprise you some day in the future."

And then she told me that this would be our last professional doctor-patient 
session and I would not need to see her any more until the time was right 
for Lydia and I to meet with her together, but that she still needed a 
little more time with Lydia alone. She said that I had come a long way from 
when she first met me and felt that she could do no more for me, but was 
proud of the way I was able to understand and deal with all the complex and 
powerful emotions that had been bedeviling me for all these years and that 
Lydia was a very lucky woman to have a man like me to love her and to make 
love to her.

Then she said that while this would end our doctor patient relationship, 
that she still wanted very much to keep in touch with Lydia and I to follow 
the progress of our relationship. She said that ours was one of the most 
unusual and difficult problems that she had ever confronted and she wanted 
to write it up as a scholarly report for publication in the Journal of 
American Psychiatry- with our identities concealed and protected of course. 
And of course, I agreed provided that Lydia also agreed, which I was sure 
that she would.

I was greatly pleased with her comments and stepped forward to give her a 
big heartfelt grateful hug for all she had done for me and Lydia, and as I 
did I felt my cock getting hard all of a sudden.  I held her tight and said 
to her, "Dr Carlson I am so grateful for every thing you have done for me 
and Lydia. I wish there was some way that I could thank you besides just 
your fee." She pulled back slightly from my embrace and gave me a very wet 
French kiss slipping her tongue into my mouth and simultaneously reached 
down to feel my now rock hard cock and then said to me, "Not Doctor Carlson 
Dan but Ingrid-the Ingrid who has been lusting after your body for many 
months now.  It's all right baby. I'm not your doctor anymore and you're not 
my patient. I'm just a woman who wants to feel your hard cock in my cunt 
shooting your powerful love juice deep into my womb. So if you really want 
to find another way to thank me besides just paying my fee, then you can do 
it by fucking me now Dan and fucking me hard and deep."

If I have failed to mention it before, then let me say it now. Ingrid 
Carlson was a very beautiful woman with large delectable tits and a very 
shapely set of hips that I was sure contained a captivating pussy and cunt 
and she was probably only two or three years older than Lydia and I at the 
most. I was very happy and excited to answer her by saying, "It would be my 
very great pleasure to fuck you Ingrid baby.  I have only fantasized about 
this for the last year. Now let's get naked." Before I could finish she had 
already dropped her skirt and ripped off her blouse. She had not been 
wearing any underclothes at all and was completely naked as she started to 
rip my clothes off my body. Her pussy and cunt did not disappoint me as it 
was already swollen and wet with the juices of her desire.

I said to her, "Why Ingrid, you little conniving vixen. You were planning 
this all along weren't you? Well I'm ecstatic that you were baby because I 
have been dreaming about sucking out your cunt," as I threw her down on her 
patient couch and dived into that delicious cunt sucking and licking up all 
of her tasty pussy and cunt juices as she writhed under my ravishing mouth.  
But after about a minute of this she pushed my head away and gasped, "Later, 
later baby. You can bury your head in my cunt later and eat to your hearts 
content, but right now I want your huge, hot throbbing cock deep in my cunt 
so shove it in me now!"

Well that's exactly what I did and had the wildest ride that I had ever had 
by any woman including my mother and Lydia. She bucked and humped her cunt 
against my thrusting cock with such power and ferocity that I thought she 
would throw me off onto the floor.  When I started to pump my cock sauce 
into her cunt she went so wild that all I could do was to hold on for dear 
life until she completed her powerful orgasm.  That woman really knew how to 
fuck!  I spent the next five hours in her arms.  She was insatiable as she 
both fucked and sucked my cock so many times that by the end of the 
afternoon I was so spent that my balls were on strike refusing to produce 
any more cum and my cock was incapable of any more erections.

Ingrid finally relented and took pity on me and said, "Congratulations Dan. 
You were magnificent baby. You lasted over twice as long as any other lover 
I have ever had and your cum is the thickest, creamiest and best tasting 
cock sauce that I have ever had pass my lips and coat my stomach and throat. 
Now I know why Lydia wants you to own her completely- body and soul. She is 
indeed a very lucky woman to have a man like you. If anything should ever 
happen beyond yours or anyone's control to split you and Lydia up, I'll 
gladly and eagerly be your woman and sex slave for life." I replied,

"Thank you for that Ingrid. You also were the most enthusiastic, 
challenging, and exciting piece of ass that I have had in a very long time. 
And as for my splitting up with Lydia; that may happen sooner than you 
think.  What am I going to do and say when I get home in a little while and 
Lydia wants to be fucked and my cock and balls refuse to respond because you 
have so thoroughly robbed them of all their ability to make cum and get hard 
for at least 24 hours? She's not dumb you know, and it won't be hard for her 
to figure out that I have been trying to fuck your brains out all 
afternoon."

Ingrid laughed and said, "Not to worry my sweet. I don't think you will have 
any trouble with Lydia. I confided in her a long time ago about how much I 
wanted to fuck your brains out. She told me about the deal the two of you 
made the morning after she had fucked your friend Norm. And she said that 
you were free to fuck anyone you wanted to, and while she hoped you would 
not want to fuck anyone but her, but that if you did she would never 
complain. And then she said that if I could help the two of you solve your 
sex related problems, that she would happily let me fuck you anytime I 
wished. So just relax baby."

I then said, "Well then, spread your legs sweetheart. My cock and balls may 
be temporary battle casualties, but there isn't a damn thing wrong with my 
hard tongue and I still haven't had a chance to suck out your fabulous cunt 
and pussy." And then I buried my face in her cunt for the next half hour and 
sucked and licked every part of that delectable juicy love palace of hers 
driving her to three more massive orgasms until she finally cried uncle and 
yelled "Enough, enough! My god, every nerve in my body is on fire and my 
muscles feel like wet noodles. I am completely drained of all energy. Let's 
call it a draw lover. I may have finally met my match!"

I followed Ingrid's advice to the letter and was indeed amazed at how much 
better the fucking and sucking was with Lydia. She even opened up and began 
eagerly engaging in erotic dirty talking with me while we fucked and sucked 
each other.  She confided in me how excited she was when she was jacking off 
Norm that night and actually ate up all his cum that was all over her hand 
after he went to bed in my daughter's room.  And she said she really did 
want to feel his cock in her cunt not because she was angry with him or even 
loved him in some way, but instead because of her secret desire to know what 
it was like to fuck other men besides me since she was a virgin when I met 
her and she had never fucked anyone but me.

And I would tell her how much it excited me to imagine her humping her cunt 
against another man's thrusting cunt and then sucking his cock dry of all 
his cum and eating it down her throat like she used to do with Allen. She 
would reply that she would love to suck strange cocks but she would make 
them pay for it. That would really inflame me and I would say you mean you 
would like to be my little whore, and she would answer with something like 
I'm sure thinking about it and that it would really be exciting to have a 
man pay her for using her body, and didn't I think so too?

Sex with Lydia had never been better. What I did not know until several 
months later was that Ingrid had also found in Lydia a lot of sexually based 
desires that she had been suppressing for many years because she was afraid 
that I would hate her for them. They were mainly based on the fact that 
Lydia had an almost overpowering urge to have sex with other men to satisfy 
herself that when she chose me that she had indeed chosen the most virile 
masculine man possible to be her partner in sex.

Ingrid explained to her that what she was experiencing was an unusual 
manifestation of a basic primal instinct that was present in all female 
animals including human females to be sure that when they mated with a male 
of their species to produce an offspring that they would be impregnated by 
the strongest male available.  Among animals that was always easy to 
determine because the males would often fight to the death for the right to 
mate with a prime female and of course the winner was clearly the strongest 
with the best genes to pass on. But that method was generally not available 
to human females because of the civilizing influence of our cultures.  So 
all a female had to rely on in many cases in making her choice in the best 
male to impregnate her was the quality of his love making.

So that was what was at the root of Lydia's desire to fuck other men, 
nothing more than a primal instinct desire to be satisfied that in choosing 
me to be the one to impregnate her with our children that she had chosen 
correctly and wisely. But in our civilized modern society where fights to 
the death for the right to impregnate fertile females were not condoned, the 
only way that she could know for sure that I was the right choice, was to 
fuck other men to see if she could ever find one that could measure up to 
me. Fortunately for me she never did, and up to now still hasn't found one 
that could even begin to come close to equaling my ability to satisfy her.  
But lucky for me, she hasn't given up the search!

Well, Lydia continued to see Ingrid for about another six months and seemed 
to be very happy with the results.  I didn't pry and try to find out what 
kinds of issues they were working on as I was honoring our original 
agreement with Ingrid that Lydia and I would not share with each other what 
transpired in our individual sessions with Ingrid until such time as either 
Ingrid said it was ok or we had completed our therapy sessions with Ingrid. 
When one day Lydia came home late in the afternoon after a session with 
Ingrid looking very happy and said, "I just had my last one-on-one session 
with Ingrid and she would like to see the two of us at her condo instead of 
her downtown office together next Saturday to begin wrapping every thing up. 
Isn't that just wonderful darling!" And of course I agreed that it was 
indeed wonderful.


Chapter 12   Inhibitions Exorcised

Lydia and I showed up for our first joint therapy session with Ingrid at her 
condo apartment the following Saturday morning. We were both excited about 
the progress we had made under her guidance so far and were both looking 
forward to continuing with our therapy together. Ingrid welcomed us and said 
that what she wanted to do on that day was to review with both of us the 
progress we had both made over the last year and a half and with both of our 
permissions to now divulge to each other the results of our individual 
courses of therapy.  We both agreed and Ingrid began to talk about all the 
things that she had helped us to discover about ourselves and basically 
recited all the things that I have already revealed earlier in this account. 
  Then she asked us how we each felt about the quality of our love making 
now as opposed to before we entered therapy.

Lydia spoke up first and said that it has been absolutely wonderful. Because 
she now understood the source of all her hang-ups that she used to have 
about being perceived as a tramp and slut if she allowed herself to really 
enjoy the full range of sexual activities that were available to her, and 
that she was now no longer afraid to indulge in things that turned her on. 
Now she was able to really enjoy having me eat out her cunt and pussy and 
really take pleasure in sucking my cock and eating my cum. She felt totally 
liberated in being able to openly admit that she too harbored fantasies 
about fucking other men just as I wanted her to do without being afraid that 
I would think she was a slut whore. She greatly enjoyed being able to freely 
express her most erotic desires and thoughts when we engaged in fucking and 
sucking each other and she was really looking forward to being able to 
fulfill my desire of watching her fuck and suck other men.

When it was my turn I said pretty much all the same things that Lydia had 
already said but I added that the most important thing for me was that I now 
understood that my obsessive compulsion for seeing Lydia fuck and suck other 
men was a normal desire shared by many married men and did not mean that I 
was a pervert and would be viewed that way by my wife.  In fact to hear 
Lydia express her desire to also fuck other men was the most exciting thing 
I had heard in years. It meant that I could share all my secret thoughts and 
desires with my wife that I had been afraid to express before. It was the 
happiest I had been in years.  But the best part of all is that I had not 
had any problems in achieving erections and reaching very intense and 
satisfying orgasms when Lydia and I made love in over six months. I felt 
completely cured.

Ingrid said that she was very happy for both of us and felt that her work 
was done.  Then she told us both that there would be no need for any further 
therapy sessions with either of us individually or jointly together and 
wished us a very happy and satisfying sex life together.  Then just as she 
did with me, she announced that this now ended our doctor patient 
relationships with her and she stood up and opened her arms to embrace us. 
Lydia and I both moved into her arms and we had a big group hug there in the 
middle of her office with Lydia and I both kissing her on her cheeks, neck 
and face. At least that's where I was kissing her.

But then I was stunned when I saw Lydia passionately French kissing Ingrid 
and massaging her tits with her free hand that she had slipped under 
Ingrid's blouse. I had never seen my wife do something like that before to 
another woman and I stepped back a little to watch her. It was extremely 
erotic and I could feel a raging hard on beginning to grow in my pants. 
Lydia gently maneuvered Ingrid over to her patient couch while she was 
kissing her and then unfastened Ingrid's skirt and let it drop to the floor. 
Ingrid had no panties on and her cunt and pussy were already wet as Lydia 
pushed her down onto the couch and then moved between her legs and started 
eating Ingrid's pussy. She was licking her slit valley with her tongue and 
nibbling gently on her pussy lips and then she moved to the entrance of her 
cunt sand began sucking up Ingrid's cunt juices.

The sight of Lydia enthusiastically eating Ingrid's cunt and pussy and 
slurping up her copious cunt juices was more that I could stand. I had to 
fuck my wife before I exploded and came all over Ingrid's floor. I moved 
behind Lydia where her butt was sticking up as she was on her stomach eating 
out Ingrid's cunt and I shoved my cock into her cunt from the rear. Lydia 
immediately began pushing her cunt into my cock as I thrust in to her.  
Ingrid was moaning and begging Lydia to suck her clit which was now 
protruding from its protective sheath and Lydia quickly took it between her 
lips and started sucking on that swollen clit.

Both Ingrid and Lydia began humping and bucking as their orgasms started to 
reach their peak.  Ingrid was hollering for Lydia to suck faster on her clit 
and Lydia was moaning loudly as she struggled to keep her mouth and lips on 
Ingrid's clit as Ingrid's hips and cunt were wildly bucking up and down. My 
own cum was boiling in my balls and making its way up to my cock as I thrust 
my cock as hard as I could into Lydia's cunt. In about a half a minute all 
three of us exploded in massive simultaneous orgasms.  Mine was so intense 
that my cock shot at least six or seven huge jets of thick hot cum into 
Lydia's cunt as the muscles of her cunt walls contracted tightly around my 
swollen member.  Lydia was squealing in delightful agony as she felt my hot 
cum filling her cunt at the same time that Ingrid's cunt was filling her 
mouth with a flood of her delicious cunt juice.

As the intensity of our orgasms began to wane and we were all coming down 
and recovering our senses, Ingrid was breathing deeply with her eyes closed, 
my cock was beginning to lose its stiffness in Lydia's cunt and Lydia was 
resting her cheek on Ingrid's pussy when she  said, "Oh my God that was 
wonderful. It was beautiful, just beautiful.  Ingrid you flooded my mouth 
with a torrent of your delicious cunt juice. I loved it! And Dan honey, I 
didn't think you were ever going to stop shooting your thick loads of hot 
cum into my cunt. I've never had it feel so full before." Ingrid then opened 
her eyes wide and said with some urgency, "Quick Lydia. Sit on my face 
quickly. Hurry.  Put your cunt on my mouth so I can suck out all Dan's tasty 
cum before it leaks out of your cunt. Let's not waste it dear!" Lydia 
quickly slid her cunt up to Ingrid's mouth pulling it away from my cock as 
she did and Ingrid began sucking my cum out of her cunt.

"Oh my God is this tasty.  Lydia, the mixture of your cunt juice and Dan's 
warm cock sauce is heavenly," said Ingrid. Lydia replied, "Oooh Ingrid, that 
sounds delectable.  I can't wait for Dan to fuck you so I can suck up your 
cunt juice mixed with his cum.  I'll bet it's just as heavenly."  Then Lydia 
looked back at me and said, "Come on baby. Put you cock in my mouth so I can 
suck out the cum still left in it and let it mix with the cunt juice from 
Ingrid's cunt still left in my mouth."  It was a magic moment for me to 
realize my wife not only really enjoyed eating my cum but was also into 
eating another woman's cunt as well.

When the two women finally had their fill of cock sauce and cunt juice, 
Ingrid got up and mixed us all some cocktails (alcohol type cocktails) and 
suggested that we retire to her bedroom to relax and enjoy our drinks and 
when we felt ready for round two we could be a lot more comfortable on her 
king size bed. She said that next she wanted to eat Lydia's cunt while I 
fucked her. Lydia said that was a marvelous idea. Later when we were all 
sitting around I said,

"Lydia you never cease to amaze me baby. I never dreamed you were into women 
as well as men. The sight of you so enthusiastically and expertly, I might 
add, eating out Ingrid's pussy and cunt made me crazy to want to fuck your 
brains out. God I loved it just about as much as I loved to watch you fuck 
Allen and suck his cock and eat his cum. Where have you been hiding that 
talent baby?" Lydia giggled and said, "I'm so happy you enjoyed it 
sweetheart. I think Ingrid and I have a little confession to make.

You see this is what the extra individual time that she spent with me was 
all about.  During my freshman year in college I had some lesbian 
experiences with my first roommate, Mary, that lasted about six weeks before 
she dropped out of school. We experimented almost every night with different 
ways of bringing ourselves to orgasms like eating out each others cunts, or 
sometimes rubbing our pussy's up against each other until we came, or 
engaging in mutual finger fucking. But even as I was enjoying her body every 
night, I had this fear of becoming a real lesbian because I really wanted to 
meet a nice man to marry and have babies.  So when she left school after six 
weeks, I vowed to not let myself get involved with another woman like that 
again and I suppressed all those desires until eventually I met you and you 
were the answer to all my prayers and that experience with Mary faded into a 
dim memory. But Ingrid knew there was something else that was bothering me 
besides that mistake with Norm that night and her patient probing brought it 
out."

Then Ingrid broke in and said, "That's right Dan. I could tell when I first 
met her that Lydia is obviously a very sensuous woman with a healthy sexual 
appetite.  Before the incident with Norm, her reluctance to suck your cock 
and let you cum in her mouth was a little suspicious but not especially 
alarming. However, her reluctance to let you really eat her pussy to orgasm 
made me very suspicious that something else was causing her inhibitions.  
Most married women love to have their pussies eaten out by their husbands.  
It took some probing but we found the source and I was able to demonstrate 
to Lydia that just because she liked to eat pussies did not mean that she is 
a lesbian. It just means that she is bisexual. It is very common for women 
to be bisexual.  It's even more common than men who like to watch their 
women being fucked by other men. I'm a bisexual. I enjoy both men and 
women."

Then I interrupted her and said, "Boy, you can say that again. Truer words 
were never spoken." Lydia then laughed and broke in and said, "Oh Dan don't 
worry silly. You don't have to be so careful and cryptic. I know you and 
Ingrid fucked and sucked each other all afternoon on the day of your last 
visit with her. You see, Ingrid and I ended our doctor patient relationship 
over 3 months ago and she and I have been enjoying each other's bodies 
during my visits for the last three months.  She asked me if it would be ok 
if she seduced you and fucked your brains out on your last visit.  Of 
course, I said yes by all means fuck him any time you want to.  I'll bet she 
didn't have to work very hard to get into your pants, now did she?"

I said, "Weeelll, it wasn't really a fair test.  She caught me at a 
vulnerable moment when I was feeling sad that our meetings were ending. I'm 
usually not that easy a pushover I'll have you two know!" They both busted 
out laughing and Ingrid said, "I'll have you know Lydia, that he was such a 
tough cookie to crack that I just barely got my mouth around his cock before 
he exploded in my mouth with a huge load of cum!"

Then I said, "Anyway this is really fabulous the way everything has turned 
out. Lydia, I'll bet we can find some swinging couples in town to have some 
group sex parties with.  You can catch up on your cunt eating that you have 
gone so long without and I'll get to watch you fuck and suck other men.  And 
the best part is that we can keep it all separate from our life on the base. 
  What do you think babe? How about it?"

Lydia gave a big smile and said, "Honey, Ingrid and I are way out in front 
of you on this. Ingrid has already put me in touch with a few swinging 
couples who are looking for some compatible types like us to have some great 
sex with.  I've already made a date for us to have dinner over at Sally and 
Ted's home next Saturday night.  I met Sally for lunch the day before 
yesterday and we hit it off great. We can't wait to get into each other's 
pants. And I think when you see her, you won't be able to wait either. She 
has a great body and is looking forward to your big eight inch cock."


Chapter 13   Nirvana Found and Interrupted

Well, for the next couple of years, life and sex for Lydia and I were both 
absolutely fantastic.  We got hooked into a swinging group of eight or ten 
couples who really enjoyed group sex, sharing each other's wives and 
husbands among everyone in the group.  I got to watch Lydia fuck and suck 
other men on a regular basis and Lydia got to eat lots of cunts and pussies. 
  Our personal sex life at home was out of this world. She became such a 
real wild woman in bed that it wasn't uncommon for me to have to cry uncle 
when she fucked my cock into a state of total exhaustion.  I didn't complain 
though because her antidote for reviving it was to give me a fantastic blow 
job and she relished eating my cum.

We also developed a continuing close friendship with Ingrid.  We saw her on 
a regular basis to help her structure the paper that she hoped to publish 
about her work with Lydia and I. Of course it wasn't all work.  We usually 
reserved at least three or four hours to fuck and suck each other in various 
three three-way combinations.  Ingrid was also a regular attendee at the 
group sex parties with our circle of participating swinging couples.

It was not a surprise when we discovered that all of them either singly or 
as couples were once patients of Ingrid's. Often she came as a substitute 
"wife" when the wife of one of our regular couples couldn't attend one of 
our group fuck and suck sessions for one reason or another.  When she came 
by herself, she acted as a kind of conductor of events making suggestions on 
which husbands and wives ought to pair off with each other for fucking or 
maybe some 69 type sucking.  Our group sex was always better when Ingrid was 
there.  I sure liked it when she was there because she always made sure that 
the men with the biggest cocks fucked Lydia.  There were only two or three 
guys in the group who had cocks that were the equal of my eight incher. But 
one of them had a full nine inch sausage that Lydia really enjoyed and so 
did I especially when she sucked it off and swallowed its huge load of cum.

But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and we had been assigned at this 
location on the east coast for right at five years when I got promoted to Lt 
Colonel and then got drafted back into a primary flying job which I 
certainly did not anticipate, but was not at all unhappy about it.  The 
downside was that I was being sent to the far east to one of our fighter 
wings in the Pacific Air Force Command (PACAF) as an assistant operations 
officer of a front line fighter squadron.  It seems that the air force was 
experiencing one of its periodic personnel problems in the flying officer 
ranks and felt that it had a shortage of experienced field grade fighter 
pilots to fill out the necessary supervisory positions in all air force 
fighter squadrons.  So it was looking into the support officer career fields 
and tapping anyone like me that had a lot of fighter experience and drafting 
us back into primary flying jobs.

The real decision for Lydia and I to make was for how long this next 
assignment would be.  Normally it would be for three years. But since I had 
already had two remote one year overseas tours without my family being able 
to accompany me early in my career during the war, I had the option of 
accepting a three year assignment with my family accompanying me, or opting 
instead for an unaccompanied curtailed 15 month tour.  After talking it 
over, Lydia and I decided that the 15 month tour would be best. Our son Joey 
and daughter Chrissie were settled in good schools with close friends and 
Joey was in junior high becoming quite a fine athlete and very involved in 
sports. Lydia said that she would use the time to enroll in one of the local 
colleges and get her masters degree in management science.

Of course Lydia and I both knew it was going to be tough not being able to 
have sex with each other for fifteen months and we talked about it very 
openly with each other.  Lydia said that I shouldn't worry about her because 
she would continue to attend our swinger's sex parties whenever she felt 
really horny and it would be easy to just go as a substitute wife like 
Ingrid often did. And of course, Ingrid always loved to have sex with Lydia 
at the drop of a hat. Lydia said her real concern was for me.  She made me 
promise that I would not try to be celibate the whole time I was gone and to 
just try and rely on beating my meat to satisfy my sexual needs. She said it 
wouldn't be fair for me to go without when she had Ingrid to sleep with and 
our swinger friends to satisfy her horniness when she felt the need. She 
said that I should find a single compatible female who enjoyed fucking and 
sucking and to make her my mistress for the duration of my tour and take 
advantage of her as often as I felt like it.  But she warned me that if I 
did anything stupid like making a baby with her that she would cut my balls 
off like Beth threatened to do to Norm, only hers wasn't a threat.  I told 
her not to worry because I knew she was one tough lady and no one to mess 
around with.  I saw what she did to Norm's nuts.

We found a house to rent in town in October and we moved Lydia and the kids 
in about three weeks before I had to leave.  Ingrid was a big help to us, 
especially to me telling me not to worry that she would take good care of 
Lydia for me and keep her pussy well lubricated until I returned.  I thanked 
her profusely and ate out her cunt one last time the day before I had to 
leave for old times sake and she reciprocated by sucking me off and eating 
my cum one last time saying that it would have to hold her until I returned.


Chapter 14   A Fighter Pilot's Luck

I left the first week in November and quickly got back into the flying game 
when I joined my new squadron.  It didn't take long to hone my flying skills 
again and I found that I was still capable of besting most of the young 
jocks in our air combat training missions.  The O Club bar on Friday nights 
was just like I had never left. Of course, I was now a LtCol and not some 
hot shot young stud lieutenant or junior captain fighter jock, so I had to 
play more of the senior, mature leader role with a little more eye to 
setting the right kind of example for the young jocks. But we still had a 
great time playing crud, poker, and shooting dice, and of course lying about 
what great lovers we were.

I had my eye on a good looking female major for several weeks who was an air 
force lawyer on the wing staff. We called them jags in the air force- 
shorthand for judge advocate general.  Her name was Carolyn and she was 
always at the O club on Friday night participating in the fun and having a 
good time.  She had been in the wing for about three months before I arrived 
and the rumors had it that just about every single guy and a lot of married 
ones had made a run on her pussy but had all gotten shot down in flames. No 
one admitted to having gotten into her cunt so far.  We got to know each 
other on those Friday nights sharing a drink and occasionally a dinner 
together but nothing beyond that.

Then on the Friday night before Xmas at the O Club Xmas party we were 
dancing closely together to some slow music and I could feel her tits with 
their hard nipples rubbing on my chest which caused my cock to get hard and 
after a while she leaned back and said to me, "Colonel, this is a very nice 
Xmas party but also a very tame one. Why don't we go to my place and liven 
things up a bit and share a good bottle of Xmas cheer together- the Jeremiah 
Weed kind of Xmas cheer."  Jeremiah Weed is a little known Scotch Liquor to 
the general public, but is famous throughout the Air Force fighter 
community. There aren't many fighter pilots around who have failed to kill a 
few million brain cells indulging in Jeremiah Weed shooters.  That stuff is 
deadly.

Of course I replied with something pretty close to, "Why Major, how on earth 
did you ever guess that I had a taste for Jeremiah Weed.  There are few 
things on this earth that I would rather have my tongue tasting and 
caressing than Jeremiah Weed.  By all means, let us indeed adjourn to your 
place."  As it turned out her BOQ (air force lingo for bachelor officer's 
quarters) was in the same building as mine right next door to the O Club.  
When we got to her quarters she said, "Make yourself comfortable Dan and 
I'll be right back in a minute," and stepped into her bedroom.

In about three minutes she came back out wearing a red knee length robe 
holding a bottle of Jeremiah Weed and leaned against the doorjamb with her 
right shoulder  and said, "Now stud, you can let your tongue taste and 
caress this delectable Weed or you can let it sample this, but you can't 
have both. So choose your poison." And when she said "this" she let her robe 
open up revealing her nude body with beautiful round tits and hard nipples 
just about the same size as Lydia's and a pussy mound that was slightly 
oversize for her body type and protruding saucily with already swollen and 
wet pussy lips as she stroked her slit with her free hand. I looked at that 
beautiful well formed body with that tight, wet and protruding pussy and 
licked my lips as I moved toward her and said,

"Well now, no self-respecting fighter pilot would ever turn down a chance to 
sample some high class Jeremiah Weed, but then I never claimed to have any 
self-respect in the face of such a vision of erotic treasure!" and dropped 
to my knees in front of her and buried my face in her pussy and started 
licking up her delicious pussy juice. Carolyn moaned and sighed deeply and 
said, "Oh my God are you ever indeed a real fighter pilot. You use your 
tongue like a real artist baby. You really know how to nibble my inner lips 
and caress my throbbing clit don't you lover? God I love it baby! At this 
rate I'm not going to last very longgggg.........ooooohhh those sucking lips are 
amazing......... don't stop, suck faster and don't forget my cunt......suck my cunt 
now.........I'm almost there.........I want you to drink up all my wonderful cunt juice 
when I go over the toppppp............oh god I'm cuming, I'm cummmmiiinnnggggg......"

Her whole body began trembling and convulsing as she leaned against the door 
jamb and grabbed my head from behind and shoved my open mouth hard up 
against her thrusting cunt and began to spurt huge jets of cunt juice in to 
my gaping mouth. I was taken by surprise at the quantity and force at which 
her cunt was shooting her cunt juice in my mouth and I almost choked trying 
to swallow it all fast enough.  I had sucked quite a few cunts up till then 
but had never encountered one that spurted with such force like Carolyn's 
did.  Lydia and Ingrid both produced copious quantities of cunt juice when I 
sucked their cunts, but it tended to flow in a more gentle and leisurely 
pace as it flowed out of their cunts into my mouth and when they did spurt 
on occasion, it was always in short, much less powerful streams that I was 
easily able to keep up with. But Carolyn's cunt just kept pumping out the 
cunt juice all through her orgasm and only as she began to come down off her 
ecstasy did the jets of cunt juice diminish in force and quantity until she 
finally collapsed on my shoulders completely drained of energy and strength 
as her knees buckled.  I sucked out the last remaining juice that was now 
just dribbling out of her cunt and picked her up and carried her over to her 
bed and laid her out on her back and started to mount her to fuck her brains 
out, but she stirred and said,

"No not yet baby.  In a little while ok?  Give me a chance to recover my 
strength and play with that beautiful, huge cock of yours. I want to examine 
every detail of it first and feel every part of it, and lick it, and suck it 
to feel its texture and get to know its taste, and the taste of it's smooth, 
creamy, sauce on my tongue.  Then when it's in my cunt I will be able to 
visualize it filling every part of me with it's hot throbbing flesh.  God 
you were great!! I bet you don't even know how great you were. The only 
other man who has ever been able to eat my pussy and cunt and make me cum 
like that was my Daddy, and you were even a cut above him baby! I think I'm 
going to keep you for the duration!!"

I know I must have had a shocked and amazed look on my face when she 
mentioned how her Daddy made her cum because she looked at me with an amused 
expression and said, "Now colonel, don't tell me you're shocked! You heard 
exactly right, I started having sex with my Daddy when I was just a sweet, 
young thing of 15. Incest is a lot more common than most people realize and 
it's not all bad either. Several of my high school girl friends had regular 
sex with their Daddies and they loved it. But my Daddy never fucked me in 
the cunt until I was almost 19, and then only after I had sold my cherry, 
for a lot of money too I might add, but that's another story. Until then we 
just had a lot of oral sex together and when I was 16 he started to ass fuck 
me and that was almost as good as being cunt fucked."

I said, "Major, don't worry baby, it's ok with me. In fact it's really very 
erotic and I would like to hear all the details if you would like to share 
them with me. I really do understand about incest and I agree that not all 
incest is bad, but I guess I was a little surprised to hear you admit to it. 
  Most people don't like to talk about it.  But how did it happen? I mean 
how did you first start having sex with your Daddy? Did he attack you and 
force you into it?"

And she chuckled and said, "Oh my goodness no. Just so you understand, Daddy 
didn't rape me or otherwise attack me in some way and force me to have sex 
with him. He was a very loving and protective father. The fact is that I set 
out to deliberately seduce him.  It wasn't hard either. He was such a horny 
man with some really far out kinky desires, that Mom just couldn't keep up 
with his sex needs all of the time and so when I tempted him he was a real 
pushover. I guess I ought to describe the atmosphere in my home when I was 
growing up. Then I think you will understand better. I'll only give you the 
high lights for now and maybe sometime later after we've gotten to know each 
other a little better, I'll fill in the gaps with some of the details.

Basically my mom and dad both had very strong sexual appetites and engaged 
in a lot of very kinky sex practices. They were very open about their sexual 
activities and didn't try and hide it from me in our home. They didn't 
flaunt it, but at the same time they didn't care if I watched or listened to 
them having sex. Dad had a thing for wanting mom to fuck and suck other men 
and have her tell him all the details while he was fucking her. And mom on 
her part really enjoyed giving him what he wanted and regularly fucked other 
men. She even became one of those suburban housewife part-time whores to 
please him.  She would go out to cruise the bars of very high class hotels 
like the Hilton, Radisson, Hyatt Regency and the like on Friday and Saturday 
nights and pick up men to fuck for $200 an hour and then come home to tell 
dad all about her tricks while he sucked out her cunt of all her john's cum 
mixed with her cunt juices and then fucked her himself.

When I got old enough to understand that when she went out alone at night 
that she was out whoring, I would wait up for her to return and listen to 
her tell dad all about it while he sucked out her cunt. It was very exciting 
and when I entered puberty I would masturbate by rubbing my pussy lips and 
clit while I would eavesdrop on mom describing to daddy exactly what she did 
to her johns when she fucked and sucked them while daddy was sucking out her 
cunt. They so obviously enjoyed the kinky sex that they engaged in, that I 
decided that I wanted to be just like them- or at least just like mom.

When I was 15 I deliberately seduced my dad with blow jobs and he 
reciprocated by eating my pussy and cunt and fucking me in the ass, but he 
didn't fuck my cunt. I manipulated the sex with my dad to make sure my mom 
would find out about how he was eating me out and I was sucking his cock, 
and when she did I announced that I was doing it because I could see how 
much they loved doing those things to each other and that I had decided that 
I wanted to be a whore just like her and asked them to help me.  Mom and dad 
agreed to teach me the ropes but insisted that I remain a virgin until I was 
18.  So for the next three years they trained me on how to be a very 
high-class whore and made me available for sale as a whore in training to 
very carefully selected men who they could trust would not try and break my 
cherry but would instead let me suck their cocks and they in turn would fuck 
me in the ass. And when that was not enough to keep me satisfied mom and dad 
would both give me enough oral sex and ass fucking whenever I wanted it to 
soften the blow of not being able to be cunt fucked until I was 18.

The day after I turned 18, they took me to a lavish party in the penthouse 
of the Hyatt Regency attended by lots of very important and extremely 
wealthy men with their very beautiful, sophisticated, sexy women, most of 
which were either very high priced whores or their personal mistresses. The 
party was billed as the annual Cherry Harvest and it was only held once a 
year in conjunction with the Washington Cherry Blossom festival that 
celebrated the blooming of the Japanese cherry trees that adorned the 
national capitol mall.  I was the featured attraction of the party where my 
cherry was to be auctioned off to the highest bidder later in the evening. 
The winner would have the pleasure of fucking me and harvesting my cherry in 
a large round bed that would be wheeled into the center of the dance floor 
while everyone stood around and watched his performance.

Half way through the evening mom and dad escorted me into a side room where 
the large round bed was kept and dressed me in some very sexy Victoria 
Secret type lingerie and prepared me to be presented for auction.  One of 
the men in attendance was a gynecologist and he performed an examination of 
my cunt so that he could certify me as a genuine virgin for the auction. 
When he was finished I thanked him and pulled his cock out of his pants and 
gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum when he came in my mouth. Dad had 
told me that I was expected to do that for the doctor sort of like how the 
groom always has to pay the preacher for marrying he and his bride, or more 
to the point, how the prisoner who is about to have his head chopped off 
pays the executioner for making his cut swift and true.

Mom and dad then both worked on me by sucking my tits and cunt and pinching 
my nipples and pussy lips to make them puffy and red and to make my pussy 
and cunt juices start to flow so that my cunt would glisten with fresh pussy 
juice when I was presented. And then I was rolled out on the bed into the 
middle of the dance floor for the auction to begin.  The auctioneer 
announced the beginning of the auction and had the doctor certify that I was 
a genuine virgin which he did and added for the amusement of the audience 
that he could also attest to my very expert oral training and skills which 
drew a big laugh from everyone. The auctioneer then recited a list of my 
essential statistics like my age, weight, the size of my tits, waist, and 
hips and the diameter and estimated depth  of my cunt.  He then cited my 
three years experience as a highly trained and professional whore with 
experience in all manner of oral and anal sex practices for pleasing men.  
He then had me move through a series of erotic fucking positions like 
getting on all fours and presenting the rear view of my ass and cunt as in 
the doggie fucking position; leaning over from the waist so my tits would 
hang down and I would cup them in each of my hands to show how soft and 
malleable they were as evidence that they were all natural and not pumped up 
with silicone and plastic. He finished the presentation with an announcement 
that the bidding for such a prime piece of virgin ass would begin at $25,000 
and asked who would make the fist bid.

There were about 35 or 40 men with all their whores and mistresses present 
when the auction began and about 20 of the men were active bidders during 
the process that lasted for about 35 minutes.  It was a very spirited 
auction and the bids quickly escalated in to the six figure range. But a 
very persistent Saudi multi-billionaire prince was the winning bidder who 
paid $350,000 for the privilege of deflowering me in front of all the guests 
on that big round bed.

I gave a fantastic performance when he climbed up on the bed to mount me and 
claim my cherry.  He was really a very good looking man of about 35-40 years 
old with a seven inch uncircumcised dick.  His dick was still in a semi-hard 
state where the head had not yet protruded beyond it's protective foreskin 
sheath. So before I would let him fuck me I took his dick in my hand and 
slipped my tongue under his foreskin between the head of his dick and the 
inside of his foreskin and began swirling it around the soft head of his 
dick which drove him absolutely crazy and his cock quickly got hard as a 
rock with it's pink head clearly protruding beyond it's foreskin with 
pre-cum starting to appear in his piss hole. I licked the pre-cum up with my 
tongue and rubbed it all over my lips and then took his dick in my mouth for 
a couple of deep throat sucks which started it throbbing which was clearly 
visible to all the party guests by the pulsing of the large veins along it's 
length.

I then laid down on my back with my legs spread wide revealing the entrance 
to my wet cunt and gathered up some of the now freely flowing pre-cum on my 
fingers and rubbed it all over the entrance to my cunt to lubricate it in 
preparation for being violated by his magnificent cock.  When I was ready to 
be fucked, I offered him my fingers to suck up the mixture of pre-cum and 
cunt juice which he eagerly accepted.  Then I guided the tip of his cock to 
the entrance of my love canal and inserted it for him up to the gates of my 
cherry.  The rest was up to him.

He turned out to be a very experienced and considerate man indeed. Instead 
of just jamming his cock into my cherry and rudely ripping it apart which 
would have been very painful, as most men in such an inflamed state of lust 
would have done, he very patiently worked the tip of his cock into my cherry 
to start a tiny tear and then slowly worked his cock into the rupture to 
expand it little by little and gently created a path for his huge piece of 
meat to slide all the way in to the inner reaches of my cunt.

Even though it was not very painful at all for me; not any worse than the 
pain of being nicked by my razor when shaving my cunt, when I sensed that he 
was ready to thrust all the way into my cunt I did a great acting job by 
crying out loudly, grabbing the sheets tightly, squeezing my eyes shut 
tightly enough to produce tears, and biting my lip enough to draw a little 
blood and moaned loudly for about half a minute as if I were in pain, but 
gradually transitioned to moans and cries of pleasure as he started fucking 
me with the in and out motion of his cock, and then I grabbed his ass cheeks 
to pull him in closer to my cunt as I started bucking my hips and thrusting 
my cunt up to meet his driving cock.  When I sensed he was almost ready to 
release his load, I inserted the middle finger of my left hand into his ass 
hole and massaged the inside of his anus and at the same time I started 
yelling at him to drive his cock deeper into my cunt and fill every part of 
it with his delicious hot cock sauce and that I wanted to feel his hot cock 
sauce shooting all through my body so that I could taste it on my tongue. 
And when I could finally feel him shooting his cum I let my whole body start 
jerking and trembling in convulsion after convulsion and cried out in the 
ecstasy of delicious pain until I could feel him begin to come down off his 
peak and I matched his rate of relaxation.  When he finally stopped moving 
his cock in my cunt, I reached behind my head to retrieve a small white silk 
handkerchief from beneath my pillow where mom had placed it.  Then when he 
rolled off the top of me I used the handkerchief to wrap around his cock to 
soak up all the cunt juice and cum that was streaked with blood from my torn 
cherry and held up the blood streaked handkerchief for all to see. And then 
as the final act in the harvesting of my cherry I took his cock in my hand 
and placed the tip on my extended tongue and squeezed out all his remaining 
cum out of his piss channel onto my tongue for all to see and swallowed it 
down and then took his entire cock into my mouth to suck it clean of all 
residual cum and cunt juice.

Everyone burst in to loud cheers and applause with cries of Bravo............ 
Bravo............ Magnifico, and many of the men were throwing roses on to the bed 
and coming up to shake the prince's hand and congratulate him for a virtuoso 
performance.  Many of the professional whores also came up to me and also 
congratulated me on one of the best Cherry Harvest performances they had 
ever witnessed. Many of them had also had their cherries harvested at 
similar parties in earlier years.

As the hub-hub began to die down and people returned to their tables for 
their drinks, one very striking whore came up to me alone and introduced 
herself as Jasmine.  I knew all about Jasmine. She was the current reigning 
queen of the professional high-priced whore community in the Washington area 
and was now about 28 or 29 years old.  She had had her Cherry Harvest party 
when she was 19 and her performance was a legend among Washington whores. 
She congratulated me on a truly memorable performance and said that I was 
sure to be the next queen and her successor as she was soon reaching the end 
of her time.  Then she offered me some advice and said that my future as a 
very successful whore had been sealed by my outstanding performance and that 
I was sure to make a fortune over the next 8 to 10 years, but that I should 
never turn down an offer from the prince that claimed my cherry because he 
was a very generous man and he alone would make me a millionaire several 
times over as long as I pleased him and never turned him down.  I thanked 
her profusely for her advice and her kind words and told her that I hoped 
that I would be even half as good a whore as she has been.

Later that night I was presented with real evidence of her words as the 
prince slipped me an envelope containing $100,000 in cash thanking me for 
the most erotic, pleasurable and completely satisfying sexual experience 
that he had ever had with a woman. He asked me to spend the night with him 
in his suite and I did and he completely ravished me in every way possible 
with his cock and had me suck him off multiple times during the night.  When 
I left the next morning he gave me an additional $25,000 which I did not 
expect and tried to politely refuse.  But he insisted and said, 'My dear you 
have earned this and more. No false modesty please. I appreciate talent and 
ability and you are the most talented whore I have ever encountered. I enjoy 
rewarding top flight professional performance no matter what the venue is. 
So take this money and make good use of it.  You can be sure that I will 
require your services again many times in the future.' And over the next 
five years I serviced him many times for which I was paid over $1.75 million 
dollars.

The following Monday I entered George Washington University and for the next 
five and one half years I went to school during the day earning my 
bachelor's degree and law degree and worked as a high priced  whore on the 
weekends.  When I graduated I had managed to sock away $3-1/2 million 
dollars for my old age nest egg and left the business without warning or 
leaving any "forwarding address" with anyone and entered the Air Force. My 
mom and dad added a million and a half bucks as well to their retirement 
nest egg as their take for managing me and looking after my interests so I 
could concentrate on just being a first rate whore. So, LtCol Dan Bartlett, 
you now know every thing you need to know about me. Any questions?"

I replied, "Now that is quite a story Carolyn and I am absolutely enthralled 
to be in the presence of such a celebrity as yourself. Unless I'm badly 
mistaken, wasn't your business moniker, Erotica?"  She replied, "Yes it 
certainly was, but I don't think I ever serviced you baby. I know I would 
have remembered your magnificent dick."  I said, "You're right sweetie. I 
never did engage your services. You're prices were certainly out of my 
league, but I was pretty familiar with a couple of high-class whores in your 
league when I used to have to make trips to the Pentagon on business and 
they used to talk about you with awe and great respect. You were and still 
are a legend among whores in the Washington DC area and I am honored to be 
in your bed. I have only one question. When I saw you at the O club the 
first time, I knew there was something very special about you and when I 
asked around, I was told you had arrived a couple of months ago and during 
that time every single guy and many of the married ones had made a run on 
you and all of them were shot down in flames.  So why did you choose me to 
warm your bed?"

She gave me a look of disbelief and said, "Are you serious Dan? Do you 
really mean that you don't know how big a celebrity you are among air force 
fighter pilots. You're Lydia Bartlett's husband and she is a legend in the 
fighter community and one of my heroines. When I got here the base was abuzz 
with the word that you had been assigned to one of the fighter squadrons 
here and would be arriving in a couple of months on a short 15 month 
unaccompanied tour without Lydia.  I decided then that I was going to have 
to take the measure of the man who so completely captured the heart, love 
and loyalty of a woman of the caliber of Lydia Bartlett, so I decided to 
wait for your arrival and turned down all other offers and so far I know I 
made the right decision. Now let's quit talking so you can fill my mouth 
with that beautiful hot cock of yours. I'm ready now to taste and eat some 
of that same cock sauce that has graced Lydia's lips before I fuck your 
brains out."

For the next three hours we fucked and sucked each other almost non-stop. My 
cock didn't fail me at all and stayed hard for three hours straight. But 
more importantly my balls kept up the pace with a steady production of cum 
so that I never came up dry. I was in either her cunt, mouth or ass non-stop 
for the next three hours and when I was in her mouth I ate her pussy and 
sucked out her cunt while she was sucking my cock and eating my cock sauce. 
I know I filled her various body orifices with full loads of my cum produced 
by at least a dozen separate orgasms over the three hour period. That woman 
was insatiable.  But finally when I had worn her down with my last effort 
which was filling her mouth for the fourth time with 4 huge jets of my cum 
which she eagerly swallowed, she said, "God Dan, it's easy to see why Lydia 
has given herself to you so completely and without any reservations. You're 
fantastic in every way. I want to be your woman and make you my man for the 
duration if you'll have me."

I didn't know quite what to say and parsed my words very carefully as I 
started to reply, "You are a fantastic woman Carolyn and I can't remember 
when I have been so completely sexually satisfied as you have satisfied me 
tonight, but I love my wife more than anything in this world and she owns my 
heart and soul for as long as I live. Even as I am loving being in your arms 
tonight, I know that Lydia is probably also enjoying being fucked by some 
other man and eating his cum. I sure hope she is anyway. We have what could 
be loosely referred to as a completely open marriage. But even that doesn't 
totally explain our relationships as you see she actively finds and suggests 
women to me that she feels I would really enjoy fucking and sucking and I in 
turn also help her find other men to sleep with as well. So please don't 
misunderstand the meaning of my having sex with you tonight.  You are a 
beautiful woman and the epidemy of every man's vision of an ideal woman to 
love and possess. Were it not for Lydia, I would eagerly fight to make you 
my woman for life. But even though Lydia and I both freely and openly seek 
out and enjoy the sexual favors of other partners, we are committed for life 
to each other and I could never leave her. With that caveat understood, I am 
honored to accept your offer and I would love nothing better than to possess 
your body and have you possess mine for as long as we are assigned here 
together."

Carolyn chuckled and said, "Relax Dan honey. I'm not asking you to leave 
your wife.  First of all I could never hope to actually be able to steal you 
away from her. Secondly, even if I thought I could succeed in stealing you 
from her, I would be letting myself in for so much notoriety and grief for 
being the whore that dared to poach on the property of Lydia Bartlett, 
fighter pilot's wife extraordinaire, and the role model of the ideal air 
fore wife for every other air force wife, that the pain in succeeding would 
drown and overwhelm the pleasure. Thirdly, don't forget that I'm an air 
force jag and I know the UCMJ (Uniform Code of Military Justice) backwards 
and forwards, and what we are doing right now in my bed is a violation of at 
least three articles of the UCMJ and constitute court martial offenses that 
could result in dishonorable discharges with heavy fines and prison 
sentences in the federal penitentiary at Fort Leavenworth.

I have no desire to destroy your career and I damn sure don't want to 
destroy mine. We don't have to really worry about that however, as long as 
we are discreet, don't flaunt our relationship, and maintain correct decorum 
in public.  Adultery, dereliction of duty, and conduct unbecoming an officer 
are UCMJ offenses that are very rarely actually prosecuted unless the 
parties involved failed to keep their activities quiet and private. All I'm 
asking for Dan is the privilege of being your mistress while you are 
assigned to this wing so I can have first dibs on your magnificent cock."  I 
answered, "You got it sweetie. I can't believe my luck.  God must be 
rewarding me for being a saint in a prior life by sending me Lydia to be my 
wife and you to be my companion when he has made my wife unavailable to me."

About six weeks later the officer occupying the suite of rooms immediately 
adjoining Carolyn's quarters rotated back to the states and I arranged to 
move into those quarters when they were vacated. Her quarters and mine were 
connected by a two way door between them similar to the arrangement in many 
hotels that permit two rooms to be connected into a single suite. That made 
it extremely easy for Carolyn and I to sleep with each other for the 
remaining 14 months of my tour without having to risk people seeing us sneak 
in and out of each other's rooms and causing rumors to be created about us.

Finding Carolyn, the former Erotica, made the next 14 months of my 
separation from Lydia bearable and the days passed very painlessly. Carolyn 
was a fantastic sex partner and taught me things about how to maximize the 
eroticism and pleasure in possessing her body that I had never imagined 
possible.


Chapter 15   Achieving My Most Secret Fantasy

When my tour as the Operations Officer of my fighter squadron ended I had 
mixed emotions on many levels about having to leave for home and my new 
assignment which was to be on the Air Staff in the Pentagon in the office of 
Fighter Doctrine and Tactics Development. From a professional perspective, I 
had very successfully re-established myself in the fighter community as one 
of the Air Force's top fighter pilot's and it was difficult to leave the 
operational world of active flying and return to flying a desk again, but I 
knew that it was inevitable someday so I looked forward to be able to 
continue to be able to continue to contribute to making our Air Force's 
fighter arm the best in the world. And from a personal perspective I looked 
forward to my impending departure with bitter-sweet emotions. On the one 
hand I was ecstatic about re-uniting again with my Lydia, the love of my 
life, and being able to hold her in my arms and re-explore the wonders of 
her luscious body, and sink my cock into her marvelous cunt, and then bury 
my face in her cunt to lick and suck up all her delectable cunt juices.

But on the other hand, I was very sad and despondent about having to give up 
the pleasure of Carolyn's superb sexual talents and her ability to drive me 
to the absolute outer limits of erotic pleasure. Someday I may write about 
my year in bed with her and the fantastic sex we had together.  As much as I 
loved my wife and would always be her man, and as fantastic a sex partner as 
she was, I would have to admit that she had not yet reached the level of 
Carolyn's (Erotica's) out of this world capability for delivering the 
ultimate in sexual pleasure to the men she fucked and sucked.  But Carolyn 
made our parting a little less painful and gave me some hope that it would 
not be forever when she told me that she had requested that she be assigned 
to the Air Staff legal office when her tour was up in 22 months and had been 
told that her request would be approved.

During the fourteen months she and I had shared each others bodies, I had 
confided a little bit of the problems and difficulties that Lydia and I had 
to overcome after the incident with Norm, and so she knew about our swinging 
life style and how Lydia liked to fuck other men for my enjoyment, and our 
relationship with Ingrid. She also knew that Lydia knew all about my 
relationship with her and was very happy that I had found someone to keep my 
bed warm at nights and to eliminate the need for me to have to beat my meat 
to relieve my sexual tensions. During one particular fantastic night of sex 
when I was flying high on a wave of sheer erotic sexual pleasure, I 
inadvertently let it slip that my deepest most secret desire and wish was 
that Lydia would one day decide to become a whore like Carolyn and sell her 
body for my pleasure. Carolyn said that if I were ever lucky enough for that 
exciting event to ever become a reality that she would consider it an honor 
to advise and mentor Lydia on how to be a first class high-priced whore. But 
she also agreed emphatically with Ingrid's advice that I should not ever 
attempt to force it on Lydia. Such a decision had to be her's and her's 
alone.

As my departure date neared, Carolyn told me that her primary reason for 
requesting Air Staff duty was because at the end of that assignment she 
would be eligible for early retirement from the Air Force and that she 
intended to re-establish herself in the Washington area as a high-class, 
high priced, by appointment only whore. She said that by then she would be 
39 years old and, of course, knew that she would not be able to command the 
kind of fees for her body as she did for those first five years after she 
sold her cherry and her cunt was so naturally tight and the rest of her body 
and tits were still young, hard and firm and soft in all the right places, 
but that there was also a very big market among powerful, wealthy men for 
women who were more mature and experienced in the many ways of pleasing a 
man and still had beautiful desirable bodies.  She estimated that she could 
still clear $250,000 to $500,000 a year for about ten more years.

But then she said that the real reason she wanted to be a whore again was 
not for the money, (her future financial security was already guaranteed by 
both the millions of dollars she had in stocks, bonds and government 
securities and her air force retirement pay) but because she loved the life 
style of running with the rich and powerful and it was exciting to be so 
desired by such powerful men. She said that if Lydia ever did decide to 
become a whore, that she would be happy to share her client list with her 
and help her to get established in the business, but in any event that she 
would keep in touch and when she arrived at the Pentagon she would love to 
meet Lydia and share some lesbian sex with her and also have some three ways 
with us as well. So when I left to return home, I was armed with a whole 
bunch of new erotic fantasies involving the prospect of Lydia, Carolyn, 
Ingrid, and I all engaging in great round robin sex with each other.

During my flight home I replayed in my mind all the stories that Lydia had 
written me about the men she had fucked and sucked while I was gone and the 
group lesbian sex she had enjoyed with Ingrid and some of the other wives in 
our swingers group as well as the one-on-one lesbian sex she had with some 
of them individually. She spared no detail about those encounters telling me 
all about the sizes of the men's cocks and which one's she loved in her cunt 
the most and how she learned to really enjoy being fucked in her ass as a 
change of pace from cunt and mouth fucking, and how much she had come to 
really love the taste of cum and couldn't wait to gobble down my special 
cock sauce. On the last leg before arriving at our home airport, I was in 
such a state of extreme horniness in anticipation of being able to fuck my 
wife and eat her cunt again that my cock was in a persistent state of hard 
erection. I had to make my way to the lavatory and use a Velcro strap to 
strap my hard cock tight against my inner thigh inside my pants so that it 
wouldn't make a huge tent in the front of my crotch when I got off the 
airplane and embarrass me and everyone around me.

When I got off the airplane, Lydia was waiting for me at the gate and I gave 
her the tightest hug and biggest kiss I could muster.  I was ecstatic to 
have my wife in my arms again.  But then I looked around and said, "Where 
are the kids baby?" She gave me this coy look and said, "They're fine 
darling. They're with Ingrid and you'll get to see them real soon in due 
time. But I get first dibs on you sweetheart and I'm not sharing with 
anybody." Then she whispered in my ear, "Now lets get the hell out here 
lover. I can't wait to get my lips on your hot, hard cock. My pussy is 
already sopping wet in anticipation."  I almost lost my load right there in 
my pants at the arrival gate I was so excited. As we rushed for the exit 
where she had a taxi waiting she said to forget about my luggage because she 
had made arrangements for it to be delivered.  In three minutes we were at 
the airport Hyatt Regency hotel on our way up to the honeymoon suite that 
Lydia had booked for two nights.

When we got inside the room and shut the door, Lydia immediately dropped to 
her knees and released my belt and pulled my pants and shorts down my legs 
to the floor to begin giving me a blowjob and then all of a sudden burst out 
laughing in hysterics.  I said, "My god, baby what's wrong?" I had forgotten 
all about the Velcro strap binding my hard cock to the inner thigh of my 
leg.  Lydia then said in between fits of laughing, "Oh baby how could you be 
so cruel to the poor thing. He wants so much to be free to find a willing 
mouth and cunt and you have him all locked up like that.  I'm letting him 
out of jail right now and dismissing all charges against him." She then 
removed the Velcro strap and as she did it jumped right out straight and hit 
her on the end of her nose and Lydia said, "You see baby, it knows an eager 
mouth when it sees one," and then she wrapped her lips around it and began 
to suck it hard and deep into her mouth. It took less than a minute and I 
exploded in a massive orgasm and shot seven huge loads of cum into her mouth 
which she swallowed and exclaimed how wonderful it was to have my delicious 
tasty cum in her mouth, throat, and stomach again. I then picked her up and 
carried her over to the bed and removed her blouse and skirt. She had no 
underwear on and was completely naked.

I laid her out on the bed and climbed on top of her straddling her with my 
knees and ran my hands and fingers lightly over her smooth skin caressing 
and feeling the soft texture of her flesh and started to kiss, lick and suck 
her entire body with my mouth beginning with her neck behind her ear and 
slowly moving down to the hollow of her throat and then her tits, pausing 
over each tit to make each nipple stand up hard as I licked them with my 
tongue and gently nipped at them with my teeth and sucked them deep into my 
mouth. I then moved my mouth down over her flat stomach pausing to stick my 
tongue into her belly button and sucking on it while moving on to the top of 
her pussy where I nuzzled her clit with the tip of my nose, and then used my 
nose to part her pussy lips and ran my nose down into her slit valley, 
sniffing deeply and noisily to drink in deeply through my nose her aroused 
woman's scent as I moved to the entrance of her quivering cunt hole.  I 
pushed my nose into the opening of her cunt and rejoiced in the unique aroma 
of her female sex juices being produced in the inner chambers of her love 
palace in anticipation of welcoming my invading hot love rod with it's 
supply of life giving creamy cock sauce.  Lydia was sighing and moaning and 
starting to slowly hump her hips as I reached her anus with my nose and 
sniffed deeply of the slightly pungent but tantalizing, alluring odor of her 
tender ass hole, re-registering on my brain the woman's scent that I 
remembered so well as the scent of my woman.

I then brought my tongue into action as I began to re-trace my steps back up 
her body licking and sucking gently on the sensitive rim of her anus and the 
skin between her ass and her cunt then sticking my tongue into her cunt to 
lick the inner walls and suck out the cunt juices that were beginning to 
leak through the fleshy gates of her love canal. Lydia was now writhing 
under my face, pushing her cunt up against my mouth and whispering, "Oh god 
Dan, how I've missed the way you make love to me. It's so animalisticly 
primal and erotic the way you caress, lick and taste my body and sniff and 
smell all my body scents and odors. It drives me wild for your hard cock to 
be deep into the essence of my being. You're the only man in the world my 
darling who knows how to make love to me and take me to the peak of 
delicious ecstasy. Oh god don't ever stop...it feels so wonderful......," and her 
voice trailed off as she began to gasp and moan in ecstasy as I continued to 
lick and suck on her pussy lips and the inner lips of her cunt valley as I 
slowly made my way up her valley to her clit and began to gently caress it 
with my tongue and suck on it's swollen flesh protruding from under it's 
protective sheath.

Then she started to buck her hips uncontrollably as she was beginning to 
scale the slopes of her building orgasm to the peak of orgiastic exquisite 
pleasure and was pleading for my hot, hard cock.  I slipped my cock deep 
into her cunt and began rhythmically pumping it in and out of her love 
channel as she tightened the muscles of the inner walls of her cunt to 
squeeze it tight along the length of my throbbing cock.  I was ready almost 
immediately to pump her cunt full of my cum, but I forced myself to hold 
back the torrent of boiling cum that was rising up out of my balls and 
waited for a few strokes until I could sense when she was about to go over 
the top of her building massive orgasm. When I felt her whole body start to 
convulse as her orgasm was reaching it's peak I released my cum and allowed 
it to rush through my cock and begin shooting large jets of hot cock sauce 
into her cunt in my own massive orgasm as Lydia reached her orgasm at the 
same time. She was literally screaming in exquisite pain and yelling for me 
to flood her cunt and womb with my sweet cum as she bucked and humped her 
hips so hard against my cock that I thought she was going to leave bruises 
all over my groin and her pussy.

Afterwards as we were laying on our sides facing and holding each other with 
my cock still in her cunt, basking in the afterglow of our wonderful act of 
love, Lydia said to me, "My darling I have dreamed about how wonderful this 
first mating of my body with yours would be after our long separation, but 
the reality has far exceeded the wildest expectations of my dreams.  You are 
a fantastic lover sweetheart.  None of the men that I have had while you 
were gone could ever begin to approach your ability for completely 
satisfying me the way you do in driving me beyond the outer limits of total 
exquisite pleasure so strong that it is almost painful. I hope I have been 
able to satisfy you in the same way my love and make you forget all about 
Carolyn."

I was startled by her reference to Carolyn and quickly replied, "Please 
Lydia, my love. Don't give Carolyn a single thought. You are my woman, my 
life and my soul. No woman alive can satisfy me the way you can. Please 
don't go there. Carolyn could never be a threat to you my darling." Lydia 
said, "I know darling. Please don't misunderstand me. I'm happy that you 
found someone like Carolyn to be your mistress while we were separated. I 
wanted you to find someone like her. I'm not jealous or anything like that. 
But you did sleep with her every night for over a year and all I'm 
interested in finding out is if there was some little thing that she did for 
you that gave you pleasure that I haven't done so I could learn to do it as 
well.  That's all dear."

I thought for a about a minute before I answered her and then I said, "I 
wasn't going to tell you this sweetheart until later, not because there is 
anything wrong, but just because I wanted to wait for the right moment, but 
Carolyn did have a pretty large repertoire of sexual tricks that she enjoyed 
using.  But you see what I didn't know until after I had been sleeping with 
her for a couple of weeks is that for almost six years before she joined the 
air force as a lawyer from the time she had just turned 18 until she was 
about 23 and a half while she was going to college to get her bachelors 
degree and her law degree, she was also a very high-class and expensive 
whore in the Washington DC area who sold her body to wealthy powerful men by 
appointment only.  Her whore's moniker was Erotica, and for the time that 
she worked as a whore she was considered to be the queen of all the 
high-priced whores in the Washington area and commanded the highest prices 
for her services of any whore in the area.  By the time she graduated and 
entered the air force she had saved three and a half million dollars from 
her earnings as a whore.

I then spent the next 20 minutes telling Lydia Carolyn's story as she had 
told it to me including how she had seduced her Daddy with blow jobs at age 
15, and how her mother was a part time suburban house wife whore to please 
her Daddy's kinky desires, and how she had told her parents of her dream to 
be a whore like her mother and so her parents had carefully trained her to 
be a high class whore while preserving her cherry to be harvested when she 
was 18 at the annual Cherry Harvest party, and how she was awarded $100,000 
for her superlative virgin performance when her cherry was harvested by the 
Saudi prince who paid $350,000 at auction for the privilege of being the man 
to harvest her cherry while all the party attendees watched.

Lydia had listened in rapt attention and obvious fascination as I related 
Carolyn's story and I could tell that she was turned on by it all.  When I 
finished I said, "So I would be lying darling if I tried to make you believe 
that Carolyn didn't know a few physical tricks and techniques designed to 
make an orgasm a little more intense and erotic, but that's all they were- 
just physical tricks. They had nothing to do with feelings and love like the 
undying love I have for you and the deep feeling of contentment and pride 
that I have in knowing that you're my woman.

Lydia replied, "That was an absolutely fascinating story darling.  How lucky 
you were to find a woman that is so expert in sexually pleasing men. I would 
love very much to meet her. I could learn much from her.

That's when I said, "Well I'm sure you will get the chance honey, because in 
less than two years she is also being assigned to the Pentagon and she said 
that she is dying to meet you too.  She told me that you are one of her 
biggest heroines.  She plans to retire from the Air Force at the end of her 
Pentagon assignment and re-establish herself as a high-priced Washington 
whore, not because she needs the money, but because she says she loved the 
life style of being a top flight whore and running in circles with rich and 
famous and very powerful men and found it to be very exciting to know that 
these men would be willing to pay large sums of money to possess her body 
and have her service their sexual requirements.

All that talk about whores and whoring and Lydia's obvious interest and 
fascination with Carolyn's story was very exciting to me and my cock had 
gotten extremely hard in Lydia's cunt. Lydia looked at me and said, "I can 
feel your cock getting really hard in my cunt again honey. All this talk 
about whores has you really turned on doesn't it baby?"  I replied, "It sure 
does sweetie. I don't know why, but the idea of a woman selling her body to 
pleasure men has always been erotic to me and always excites me and gets my 
juices flowing. Maybe it's because my mother, the first woman that ever 
fucked me and sucked my cock and ate my cum, and then fucked and sucked me 
off regularly for three years until I left home was also a whore, and I 
guess is still a whore."  Lydia was breathing hard now and was humping her 
cunt back and forth against my cock, and she said between breaths, "It 
excites...... me too darling....... Would you like...... me to be a whore too Danny.......... 
Would you...... like it if I were...... a whore like your mother and Carolyn....... Does 
that idea...... excite you too...... like it excites me.........?" But before I could 
reply she all of a sudden reached her orgasm with a powerful series of whole 
body convulsions at the same time that I began shooting huge wads of cum 
into her cunt again.

We laid in each other's arms while we recovered our strength again after the 
massive orgasms that we had both just experienced again.  Lydia was quiet in 
a pensive mood with her head resting on my chest and occasionally giving me 
a little kiss on my nipples while she rested.  I was thinking about what had 
just happened and was trying to decide if Lydia's dirty talking while we 
were fucking, asking me if I wanted her to be a whore like Carolyn and my 
mom, was just a device to excite me to a stronger orgasm, or if she really 
was trying to tell me that she would like to be a whore if I wanted her to 
be one. I sensed that this was a very special moment that if handled just 
right could mean that I could realize my most treasured fantasy of having 
Lydia become a whore to please me, but I had to make sure that she would 
feel that the decision would be hers alone to make with no pressure from me.

But my mind was reeling. I had only been back together with my wife for 
about three hours after being apart for 15 months and here I was trying to 
think of a clever way to make her want to be a whore for me and believe that 
it was totally her idea. The whole situation was totally surreal. If it were 
not for the fact that it was really happening, the whole situation would 
have been too improbable for anyone to believe that it could really be 
happening.  I couldn't concentrate and after about ten minutes of thinking 
about how to make it happen without developing any good ideas, Lydia spoke 
up and said, "Danny honey. Are you getting hungry? I'm famished. Why don't 
we take a break and go down to the hotel restaurant and grab a quick bite."  
And I said, "Sure babes. I could use a bite. It's been over 12 hours since 
I've had a decent meal."

We got up and showered together, enjoying feeling each others bodies all 
over again and then dressed and went down to have dinner in the hotel 
restaurant. During dinner neither one of us brought up the subject that I 
think both of us were dying to talk about- the idea of Lydia experimenting 
at being a whore. Instead we talked about each other's experiences while we 
were apart and how great the kids were doing in school and how fast they 
were growing up.  I had six weeks of leave time coming before I had to 
report for duty in the Pentagon and we talked about our coming move and 
where we wanted to live in the Washington area and where the best schools 
were for the kids until we were all talked out and decided to go back up to 
the room.

When we got back in bed I started to make a move to start making love to 
Lydia again when she said, "Let's just cuddle for a while Danny, ok 
sweetheart?  We don't have to make mad passionate love all the time." Then 
she giggled as she said, "Besides you have already proven that you can still 
fuck my brains out with that magnificent monster hot cock of yours and make 
me squeal for mercy. But you know sweetie, as much as I missed you shoving 
your dick deep into my cunt and driving me to the highest peaks of ecstasy, 
I think I missed more just having you cuddle close against my body and 
feeling the warmth of your body against mine and holding me and just loving 
me and making me feel safe and wanted and part of you. I can't possibly 
express how much I have missed you darling. All I know is that I am not ever 
going to let you leave me again for any reason. Where you go, I go, and 
that's another promise baby, just like the one's I made that morning after 
Norm fucked me that night.

We lay there with Lydia's head resting on my chest and our legs intertwined 
for some time not saying anything but just caressing each other and enjoying 
being in each other's arms. I was just about ready to drop off to sleep as 
jet lag was starting to catch up with me when Lydia finally said, "Danny do 
you remember what you said about whores that morning in the kitchen?"  "Gosh 
Baby, I said a lot of things that I wish I had never said. You know I didn't 
mean them angel. I was angry, hurt, confused and just didn't know what I was 
doing. Please, let's not go over all that again honey."

Lydia said, "No, no darling that's not what I'm talking about. Don't you 
remember? You told me that the only difference between a slut and a whore 
was that sluts gave it away to anyone who wanted it for free, but sluts who 
demanded to get paid for the use of their body earned the right to call 
themselves whores and that was at least an honorable and honest profession 
even if not always accepted by polite society. I never forgot that. Did you 
really mean that honey? Do you really think that a woman who sells her body 
for sex is engaging in an honorable and honest enterprise?

I was tingling with excitement when I responded, "I sure do honey. For most 
of human history women have sold their favors to men who were willing to pay 
for them. Some of the most famous and powerful women in history were whores. 
During the period of the Roman civilization high class whores who were 
especially talented in pleasuring men and satisfying their sexual desires 
were held in high esteem and accorded a place of honor in Roman society. 
There is nothing more honorable than offering a commodity for sale at a fair 
price and delivering fair value for the price. That's what a whore does 
baby. She offers her body and her services as a commodity that men are 
willing to pay for and then she delivers professional high quality services 
that equals or exceeds the expectations of her customers which constitutes 
fair value for the price she charges.  It is only because that in near 
modern times the do-gooder holy rollers of society have stigmatized the 
whoring profession as being something sinful and dishonest because the 
commodity they offer for sale is sex, and that's a crock.  Do I think 
whoring is an honorable profession?  You bet I do as long as a whore offers 
and delivers fair value for the prices that she charges."

Lydia replied, "Thank you angel. And now I have something that I want to 
talk about sweetie. You know that I sleep with other men because I know that 
it gives you great pleasure to watch me fuck and suck them off and that 
knowledge pleases me as well because I live for pleasing you my love. I'm 
not saying that I don't enjoy the physical act of another man's cock in my 
cunt or mouth because I do. I don't deny that. I enjoy a good orgasm or the 
taste of sweet cock sauce as much as any other woman does. But I would give 
it all up in a heartbeat if you asked me to because you are all the man I 
need to satisfy my desires. I would be perfectly content to only know your 
cock and taste your delicious cum on my tongue for the rest of my life if 
that's what you wanted. But I've been thinking.  Whenever I do fuck another 
man, aren't I giving it away for free, and wouldn't it be more honorable if 
I made him pay me for it- a fair price of course- I wouldn't think of 
gouging him. What do you think sweetheart?"

I said, "That sounds perfectly reasonable to me honey," as I tried to keep 
the rising excitement out of my voice as I thought I knew where she was 
going with this.

Then she said, "I was hoping you would say that dear. How would you feel 
about me experimenting a little with selling my body instead of giving it 
away for free like I do now? I guess what I am saying is I would like to see 
how it feels to be a whore. Just thinking about men paying me for the 
privilege of fucking me and sucking my cunt or having me suck their cocks 
and eat their cum is really exciting and always makes my cunt wet and tingly 
all over. How do you feel about that baby?"

I was hot all over. I felt like I must have somehow become magically 
inserted in to one of my fantasies. I couldn't believe what I was hearing 
was actually real.  My mouth was dry and I was trembling when I finally was 
able to reply and I said, "My god I feel like I have died and gone to 
heaven. You have just fulfilled my most secret and intense fantasy that I 
have had ever since I was so excited that night I watched you fucking Norm, 
of wanting to see you sell yourself as a whore to other men for my pleasure. 
I hope you really mean this darling, because nothing would make me happier 
at this very moment than to have you sell yourself as a whore to please me."

Lydia squealed in delight and hugged me tight and said, "Oh this is just 
absolutely wonderful and perfect my darling. And now I have my own little 
confession to make. When we get home the day after tomorrow I have a big 
surprise for you in a little jewelry box in my dresser.  It's $14,000 in 
cash that I have earned over the last six months being a part-time whore on 
the week-ends down on the Grand Strand cruising the beachfront luxury hotel 
bars for men looking for a good lay and a blow job.

I talked this over with Ingrid before I decided to do this and she has been 
a big help with advice on how to handle myself, and she comes over to the 
house to stay with the kids on Friday and Saturday nights while I cruise for 
men to fuck and suck.  The kids think I'm taking some night school courses 
on Friday nights and that I'm at the O Club on Saturday night playing 
bridge. I was a little nervous at first about doing this without consulting 
you first, but Ingrid said that she had a feeling that you would love it and 
maybe it would be a great homecoming surprise present for you. So I took a 
chance and made the plunge and I'm so ecstatic with your reaction and 
approval."

I said, "Oh baby I'm so happy with this news. There is no way you could have 
given me a better homecoming present.  There is so much I want to say and so 
many questions I want to ask that I don't know where to begin. I want to 
know how many men you have whored for, how big their cocks were, and how you 
liked their cocks in your cunt, and how it felt to be tasting all kinds of 
strange cum, and what kinds of really kinky things you have performed on 
them, and hear your detailed description of the best whoring engagements you 
have had so far- but first I have a little homecoming present for you too.

Before I left for home I shared my secret fantasy of hoping you would want 
to become a whore to please me with Carolyn. She told me that based on 
everything she had already heard about you and the additional information I 
had told her about you and about the kind of strong self-confident woman you 
are, that she felt that there was at least a better than even chance that 
you would eventually want to try out how it felt to be a whore. She said 
that you sounded exactly like the kind of women who made for very successful 
and very expensive high-class whores.  And she said that if that fortunate 
event ever came to pass that she would love to help and advise you in 
setting yourself up in business in the Washington area and that she would be 
happy to share her client list of wealthy, powerful men with you to get you 
started.  What do you think about that sweetheart? With the famous Erotica 
in your corner mentoring you and recommending your services you're bound to 
be an instant success as a high-class, expensive Washington whore."

Lydia said, "I don't know what to say baby. I'm speechless.  Everything is 
just so perfect that I'm afraid to breathe for fear that something will 
break. I can't wait to meet Carolyn. I already had very warm feelings for 
her for taking such good care of you for me, and now I think, no I KNOW, 
that I'm in love with her for being such a generous and giving person. Let's 
leave now darling so we can rush home and share all this marvelous news with 
Ingrid. She will be overjoyed."

I said, "I have a better idea honey.  Why don't we stick to the schedule 
since we already have paid for this room for tomorrow night as well.  Then 
tomorrow evening you can cruise the bar downstairs for some one to fuck 
while I sit and nurse a drink at one of the tables. Then when you have 
selected a customer and have agreed on a price, you can signal me somehow 
like taking off an earring or some thing like that and I can rush up ahead 
of you and your john to hide in the closet so I can watch you fuck him and 
suck his cock.  That would really be perfect.  Then this week-end we can 
call Carolyn on the phone and give her the good news and the two of you can 
talk all about getting set up to be a professional whore. How is that for a 
plan?"

Lydia squealed, "What a delicious idea darling! Why didn't I think of that 
first? I can't wait to show you how accomplished I have become in pleasing 
men, especially how accomplished I have become at sucking cocks and eating 
cum. I think you will be proud to see what a great professional whore I can 
be. I'm so turned on now just thinking about it that I wished it wasn't so 
late because I would love to run downstairs and pick up a john for tonight, 
but I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow night to show you how good 
I am at sucking strange cocks." I said, "Well you can at least get started 
with a practice demonstration on my cock sweetie, that is if you're up to it 
right now."

My cock was stiff as a rod sticking straight up in the air and Lydia was so 
engrossed in our talk about her being a whore that she hadn't noticed and 
when she turned her head and said, "Oh how delightful," and then she 
proceeded to work on my cock with her mouth and tongue with a range of 
erotic moves and techniques that I had never seen her use before. She just 
didn't stuff my cock in her mouth and start sucking. She began by rimming my 
ass with her tongue and licking the sensitive skin between my ass and my 
balls while lightly running her fingers up and down my cock, then taking my 
cum sac into her mouth and sucking gently on each testicle and pushed it 
around with her tongue while using her teeth to nibble and nip at the skin 
of my cum sac. She used her fingernails to gently scratch the underside of 
my cock and moved her mouth to the tip of my cock and licked and nipped at 
the sensitive areas around the glans and under the head where the shaft 
joined with the head.

When the slippery pre-cum began flowing out of my cock, she harvested it 
onto her tongue and then used her tongue to spread it all over my ass hole 
for lubrication.  I was moaning with delight at her expert erotic use of her 
mouth, tongue, and fingers on my ass, balls and cock to drive me up the 
sheer walls of exquisite pleasure.  She was doing things to me with her 
mouth and tongue that she had never done before and I was ecstatic.  When 
she sensed that I was nearing the point of exploding, that's when she moved 
to take my cock in her mouth, but at the same time she also made a move to 
take the middle finger of her hand and slipped it in to my ass hole that she 
had just lubricated with my pre-cum using her tongue.  The combination of 
her magic lips suckling on my cock and her finger massaging the insides of 
my ass was more than I could stand and I exploded in her mouth with torrents 
of hot, creamy cum which she kept swallowing as she kept up a steady sucking 
action to keep it flowing out of my cock until there was nothing left. It 
was the most erotic and fantastic cock sucking that I had ever had by anyone 
including Carolyn.

When she finished, she slowly raised her head and looked in to my eyes while 
licking her lips with her tongue and coating them with my cum, and said, 
"How did I do baby? Did you like that blow-job honey?" I replied, "Lydia 
darling. That was not a blow-job. That was the most fantastic work of art in 
making love to a cock that I have ever experienced.  If that's the kind of 
cock sucking you deliver as a whore when you service your johns, you are 
going to be one of the most famous and successful whores that Washington has 
ever seen. Carolyn can't teach you anything about how to suck a cock baby 
because you are the best- the best in the world."

She smiled broadly and gave me a huge kiss wet with cum and hug and said, 
"I'm so happy my love. All that matters to me darling is that you think I am 
the best. I live to please you and I'm so happy and proud that you approve 
and delight in my talent for sucking your cock and think that I'm better at 
it than any other bitch that's ever sucked you off. Now I can sleep soundly, 
content in knowing without any doubt that you prefer my cunt and mouth to 
service your cock over any other woman alive." And we both drifted off to 
sleep.

Our little plan for having Lydia fuck a john that she picked up from the bar 
in the hotel while I watched from the closet worked out perfectly. She put 
on a fantastic show for me and the guy she was fucking and sucking was 
sophisticated enough to understand that he was being serviced by the best 
whore that he was ever likely to be lucky enough to engage. He was so 
grateful for the two hours she worked on his cock with her mouth and cunt 
that he gave her a $200 tip in addition to her standard $250 fee for two 
hours of sex.  I was also ecstatically grateful to get to watch my wife 
perform as a whore and fuck and suck a man with such skill and imagination. 
I had three massive and very silent orgasms in that closet as I stroked my 
cock watching her suck on her john's ass and cock and eat his cum and stuff 
his hard cock in her cunt and fuck his brains out. Just before he left the 
room she gave him one last farewell blow job for which he thanked her 
profusely as she ushered him out the door locking it behind him.

Lydia ran naked to the closet and threw opened the door and gave me a huge 
hug and wet kiss in which she slipped a mouthful of the john's cum into my 
mouth and then asked me, "How do you like the taste of that load of cum 
honey? Isn't it delicious?"

I swallowed it down and I replied, "It tastes marvelous darling. All the 
more so because it came via your mouth. You were fantastic angel. I think we 
don't have to wonder whether or not you are going to like being a whore. 
From where I stood watching you work your magic on that lucky guy's cock 
with such zest, enthusiasm and skill while I beat my meat answered that 
question for me and I think that we can make the decision right now to start 
planning your career as a high-class professional whore. Are we agreed?"

Lydia squealed with joy, "Yes my darling! We are most emphatically in 
agreement! Oh this is marvelous! I'm so excited. My cunt is tingling with 
the thought of being a full-time professional whore. Quick, baby...suck out 
my cunt right now! It's still filled with a mixture of my john's cock sauce 
and my cunt juices.  Suck up a mouthful and share it with me baby, hurry."

I dropped to my knees and buried my face and mouth in her cunt and sucked 
out a big load of cunt juice and cum and then gave Lydia a big wet kiss in 
which we passed the love mixture back and forth between our mouths further 
mixing in our saliva and then each of us swallowing a good part of the 
mixture. Lydia then said, "That seals the deal angel. Just like blood 
brothers who memorialize their bonding my mixing their blood, so have you 
and I have bonded ourselves to each other as whore and whore's protector and 
manager symbolized by ingesting into our bodies the delectable mixture of 
cum, cunt juice and saliva from our two bodies. Let's go home now and start 
planning on the launching of our business when we get to Washington.


Chapter 16   Epilogue: A Fighter Pilot's Whore: My
                       Love, My Wife

That event in the airport hotel when I returned from my remote overseas tour 
took place about seven years ago and it marked the beginning of Lydia's 
career as a whore.  Ingrid was overjoyed with our decision for Lydia to 
become a whore and decided to move her practice to Washington so that she 
could stay close to the action and monitor and record the progress of our 
relationship and Lydia's performance as a whore. Carolyn was true to her 
word and gave Lydia her client list of rich and powerful men in the DC area 
and wrote each of them a personal letter announcing the arrival of a first 
class new whore and recommended that they sample her talents. Many of those 
men responded favorably and availed themselves of Lydia's services and were 
unanimous in their praise of her fucking and sucking talents and word of 
mouth about Lydia spread quickly throughout the corridors of the wealthy and 
powerful movers and shakers in Washington. Lydia's business took off like a 
rocket. In her first full year as a Washington by appointment only whore, 
Lydia earned $265,000. For the next five years she averaged $310,000 a year.

This year was Carolyn's first full year back into the Washington whore 
business as Erotica after her retirement from the Air Force, and her 
business picked up immediately just as if she had never dropped out of the 
scene like she did.  The caliber of her clientele was several magnitudes of 
wealth and power above the level of the type of clients that patronized 
Lydia so the two whores were not in direct competition with each other. In 
fact the nature of the business had changed so much from when Erotica was 
formerly active as one that was primarily characterized as one-on-one 
fucking and sucking to one where group sex and fuck and suck parties with 
multiple whores were more popular than old-fashioned one-on-one sex. Erotica 
discovered that her clients frequently wanted to be serviced by two, and at 
times, three whores at once and so she made a teaming/sharing agreement with 
Lydia to work together on those type of group engagements. Ingrid evens 
takes part from time to time whenever an engagement requires three whores.  
She is fascinated with the whoring life and has been having a ball 
participating in it and making a nice chunk of change for herself as well. 
Revenues have soared since Erotica re-established herself as a whore because 
her clients are the type that think nothing of spending millions of dollars 
a year to indulge their personal gratification needs from gambling, fast 
cars, to sex with beautiful whores, and Carolyn and Veronica are very 
successful at reaping a large part of the sex pie.

So far in the first six years of our whoring business, we have socked away 
$2.5 million for our retirement. The $665,000 that we cleared this last year 
by being part of Erotica's stable of whores increased our  six year nest egg 
by about 25% in just one year.  Lydia is only 42 now and Erotica is 40. We 
estimate that both whores have about five or six more years of good whoring 
left in them and we project annual average earnings for Lydia to be at least 
$700,000 based on conservative projections of future business demand for 
those five or six years giving us a conservative estimate of about $7-$8 
million nest egg for our retirement before age 50. That would yield at a 6% 
return about $360,000 a year income plus my Air Force retirement of $85,000 
for a total of $420,000. I think we will do very nicely on that revenue 
stream for our retirement years.

Ooops!  My cell phone is ringing so I'll have to finish this later......

Monday 7:30pm

That was Lydia on the cell phone Sunday morning telling me to hurry up to 
Room 246 and to come on in because she left the door cracked and not locked. 
I rushed up to the room and found Lydia naked on the bed beckoning me to her 
where she gave me a big kiss with a mouth full of her clients fresh cum 
which she slipped in to my mouth. I swallowed that sweet load and then asked 
her how it went.  She said she had a great time with Steve, as usual, and 
was really proud of herself because she finally succeeded in overloading 
Steve's balls by 1:30 in the morning to where he didn't have any more cum to 
shoot until 7:30 this morning after giving his balls five or six hours to 
recover from her aggressive attack on his cock with her mouth and cunt for 
almost seven hours non-stop beginning after dinner from 6:30 pm on Saturday 
to 1:30am on Sunday.  She said that she needed to get home and get some rest 
because she got a call on her cell phone last night from Erotica with a two 
day gig with a Middle East oil sheik who was in Washington for a meeting 
with some World Bank officials and wanted to be serviced by three whores for 
two nights starting at 6:30 tonight. She had already lined up Ingrid as the 
third whore. She said this guy liked three whores to service him at the same 
time in his ass, cock and mouth and in between his getting his cock fucked, 
his ass licked and sucked, and eating a cunt, he liked to watch women having 
lesbian sex. Erotica said that this gig would probably pay about $150,000 
each for all three of them.

I started to get off the bed and collect Lydia's clothes for her when she 
said, "Slow down baby we don't have to rush right off. I still have a cunt 
full of fresh cum and cunt juice. It's only been about 45 minutes since 
Steve last fucked me. Don't you want to eat out my cunt honey?" I said, "Oh 
my god, yes of course. You bet I do. I was so excited about the prospect of 
a $150,000 payday that I forgot," and I buried my face and mouth in Lydia's 
cunt and began sucking out all that tasty cum and cunt juice while Lydia 
caressed the hair on my head and began moaning with pleasure and was saying, 
"Oh that feels so good darling, suck it all out baby, fuck it with your 
tongue, I love it when you eat my cunt like this," and her hips began to 
hump and writhe as her orgasm was building, and then I started nipping at 
her cunt lips and swirling my tongue in her cunt hole and she went crazy and 
went over the top with her orgasm and started squirting clear sweet cunt 
juice in to my mouth.  Man do I ever love that cunt juice!!

When Lydia came down off her orgasm she said, "That was wonderful darling. I 
really needed that. The orgasms I have with men that I'm whoring with never 
really seem complete to me. It's only when you bring me off that I really 
feel completely fulfilled. I love you so much. Thank you baby. We can go 
home now."

That was one of those simple but magic moments that reinforce my love for 
this woman of mine. She may be a whore who will have happily fucked and 
sucked literally thousands of men over the course of her whoring career, 
mainly to please me, but also for her own pleasure, but I'm still the only 
one that can make her complete and feel totally loved and fulfilled. That 
simple comment, 'It's only when you bring me off that I really feel 
completely fulfilled. I love you so much. Thank you baby. We can go home 
now.' says more than ten thousand words professing undying love, commitment, 
and devotion could ever say so well. She's a fighter pilot's wife and my 
woman and I'm her man.

And what about me you ask? Well, the fringe benefits aren't so bad. As the 
business manager, (ok,ok, pimp if you insist), for our little enterprise 
consisting of Carolyn, Lydia, and Ingrid,  I get to enjoy the cunts and 
mouths on my cock of three of the finest whores to be found anywhere in the 
country. I'm not complaining.

The End

MuffDiver

(Please direct comments to: h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

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This story was originally posted on the ASSTR Kristen Archives, Directory 
40.

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