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Navy Wife (MF, cheating-wife)
by Anonymous Author 1991
***
What have I gotten myself into, Jill wondered. A wave of near
panic swept through her. Her husband, a Navy enlisted man, was on an
extended cruise. To where, she had no idea, and this was the first time
she had ever taken a trip on her own without him since their marraige
nine years ago. Perhaps it had been a horrible mistake she would long
regret, but again, perhaps not.
The place was crowded, elegant. Crystal chandeliers threw diamond
sparkles on the floor and on the women's dark dresses, giving the place
a warm feel of intimacy. As a Navy wife, Jill had been just about
everywhere and seen about everything, but this was something else! In a
way the club was as normal as any she had visited in her own hometown
back on Earth.
Except the men were all extrordinarily attractive. Every single
one of them. She'd been told that it was the same old story as
evolution on Earth. Evolution...and natural selection. "Of course,"
her friend Joani said, "it seems to have worked better here on this
planet than back on our planet Earth."
Joani and her other friend, Cheryl, had been here twice before.
"What do I do?" Jill whispered.
"Well, just pick a man who appeals to you and go talk to him," Joani
said. Cheryl was already moving across the floor to do just that,
approaching a table where two men sat, one a dark fellow with
smouldering gaze, the other a smiling blond. Jill watched with open
mouth as Cheryl walked away with the dark fellow, and vanished in the
crowd.
My god, Jill thought, I have all these choices, too. A tingling
began inside of her, a wholly unexpected feeling. She felt a stifled
excitement almost like waiting for her first date to pick her up, only
more intense. But she was scared stiff. "What if a man doesn't
like...doesn't want me?" She asked.
"Silly girl, just go on and do it and quit wasting our money." Joani
gave her a little shove. Jill stumbled away from the foyer and toward
the crowded room. The air was pure and sweet. Nobody was smoking
anything. Nobody was high. She walked slowly between the rows of the
tables, her mind in a fog of unreality. This couldn't be happening to
her, a well-brought-up young Navy wife who'd only come along for the
ride and a little relaxation.
"Good evening, my dear. My name is Eric"
She looked into male eyes as dark blue as the great expanse of the
universe.
"Good evening," she managed to murmur. She took a chair, partly
because she was afraid she'd collapse from fright if she didn't. "My
name is Jill," she said shakily, unable to think of any better way to
open a conversation with the handsome fellow.
"Would you like some wine while you get comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, please." She stared discreetly at him as he signalled a waiter.
God, the ancient Greeks would have made a statue to such a one. And he
openly admired her! Something that couldn't be faked, causing her to
fight for breath and an even heart beat.
"If you wish to touch me, or you want me to touch you, please say so."
She blushed furiously, not knowing what galaxy etiquette required of her
here, so she left it open and said nothing.
"To your health and pleasant feelings," he toasted her.
Jill gave him a gracious nod.
He was polite and courtly, obviously, patiently waiting for her to
regain her senses, waiting for her to take the initiative and let her
desires be known. He sat there quietly regarding her, confidence
written all over him as if he knew her vunerability now that she was
dozens of light years from home and hearth.
"Why does that older man over there keep staring at me like I was some
kind of a freak?" She asked him, nodding at a somber fellow of advanced
age watching them.
"Not a freak, Jill. It's just obvious that you're in need."
"In need of what?" She blurted. She wasn't sure she understood the
implication, but it seemed highly insulting. She reminded herself of
what Joani and Cheryl had told her about cultural relativity, and how
this place was heaven for most women.
"How long has it been since you've been loved?" He asked.
"Two months," Jill said through clenched teeth. Actually, it had been
more than five months, but that was certainly none of his business. She
remembered what had happened earlier today when her friends had
announced they had a surprise to give her for her birthday.
"So what's the surprise?" she had asked.
"Oh, you'll love it," they chorused, and then they told her about it in
detail.
"Just a minute," Jill said, "Let's make sure I understand what you're
saying. Are you saying you're taking me to a place on this crazy planet
where I...uh, pay...men...to have sex with me?"
"Why, yes, I guess that would be the Earthly interpretation," Joani said
matter-of-factly. "Except that you don't have to pay tonight, Jill.
Cheryl and I are treating you."
Jill sighed. It was completely unthinkable, of course. They
fought and argued, screamed and cried at one another, Jill not able to
accept how different things were on this sensual planet. Both of her
friends were very rational and very persuasive. Jill cried and sobbed,
but listened. Finally, Jill the Navy's ideal wife, said, "Alright, just
tell me what I'm supposed to know and do."
"Nature will take care of that," Joani giggled.
"But what am I supposed to wear? What if the fellow can't perform on
demand?"
"Wear whatever you like...and quit worrying about damned fool things
that aren't going to happen."
Shaking off the memories of the morning, Jill looked around the
comfortable room the handsome god had led her to. There was no bed, but
a sort of carpeted pit, plush, with slopes of different angles. A
"conversation pit" he called it. Now, she doubted. She certainly
should've stayed home where she belonged.
She imagined herself spread out in the pit, the man thrusting into her.
She was so innocent...never had she ever been in a situation where she
was expected to call the shots or lead the dance. Certinly never where
HER feelings and wishes ALWAYS took precedence.
Her face flushed again. A strange will independent of her own took
control of her hands, hands that wanted to reach out, to caress his arms
and shoulders, trace slowly down his chest. Oh, no. What they really
wanted was to tear his clothing from him, reach down and take his penis,
teasing him, then guiding it ever so slowly where it should be.
"We can go out to the pool for a swim, or order dinner, if you wish.
Most don't." He wasn't making fun of her, or teasing her because she
was reacting to his sexual presence, just being nice to a timid woman
from Earth.
Jill took a deep breath. Silhouetted against the mysterious sky, the
look of his face and body stunned her.
"No, we can swim later. What do I do?"
"It's customary to remove your dress first," he smiled. He peeled off
his robe. She was trembling.
He watched her, again with open admiration, as she undressed. "There is
a perfection in everything," he said, "a perfection that cannot be
owned. I see it everywhere in the universe. In fragments of hard
stone, in smooth pieces of wood, in a woman's body. Yes, there is a
perfection in a woman's body that never can be possessed, never known
completely, even in sexual union."
He took her into his arms and kissed her. Then her clothes fell to the
floor one piece at a time until her naked flesh was hot against his
body. She wasn't quite sure of what to do...her need was so intense,
but she knew she wanted this. She was convinced now that HE wanted HER
even more. She could hardly breathe.
She nestled against him, her nipples erect and brushing over his
magnificent chest. Somehow they ended up in the conversation pit. He
held her naked waist in his hands. He eagerly explored her body. He
felt the strong fullness of her hips. His touch aroused her beyond all
belief. She pushed up to him. For a tortuous moment, she sought in
vain. She would be suspended forever, she feared, his phallus beckoning
like a star beyond her reach. Then he was within her. She moaned with
pleasure and he murmured softly.
He was untiring. He would not come. Jill was waiting now to have an
orgasm with him, but he postponed and postponed it. He wanted to
linger, to feel her body forever - she somehow knew he really meant
this, he really had strong feelings for her. "Now!" she cried, and he
at last allowed them to become one, releasing his love within her.
Later, he said, "You have the right rhythm for me, most are too hasty,
and I panic...women taking their pleasure without seeming to know I'm
there. They do not give me time to feel them, to know them, and I go
crazy after they've had enough of me, thinking about their nakedness,
their perfection and how I have not had my pleasure as I really want
it. But you are so different...slow. You are like me" She felt a tear
roll down her cheek.
Then he began again and they made love for a long time. She had never
been so satisfactorily pleasured before. She rode with him
through waves of ecstasy, each crest taking her higher and higher, till
the finale of the galaxy...gigantic explosions among the mysterious
stars.
In the tender aftermath, his fingers touched her softly here and there,
and her hands wandered over his superb body. They were in marvelous
harmony. Her hair cascaded across him, her eyes shining brightly. Her
mood was gentle and subdued. She did not want to think about what his
body had done to hers, his mouth, his...she feared he had uncovered too
many possibilities in her.
"I know," he said, "that you are capable of many loves, that I will not
be the only one, that from now on nothing will stop you from expanding
your worlds. You're sensual. So sensual. But she knew he had fallen
for her...was desperately fishing for her reassurance.
"You can't love so many times," she replied, "I want my eroticism mixed
with huge portions of love. A deep love one does not often
experience." He had not faked his feelings for her.
But she arose at last to let him go, he demurred. There was no time
limit, he said.
No, but in an hour or two she would have to return to Earth.