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A sex club at the officer's club almost ensnares Margaret and her friend Kitty, but they escape to a bitter end. Margaret became aroused over the years when she catches her twin son and daughter in incest. She also had a chance to enjoy sex with the same sex. (MMF, ped, voy, bi, inc, 1st, anal, military) *** Sunday afternoon and all alone gave Margaret her normal empty feeling as she finished washing and drying the few dishes she used when eating her skimpy lunch. Her friends were likely involved with their husbands, children and some with their grandchildren. Margaret, as her father had nicknamed her when she was about two years old, wished her husband would return from his military overseas tour. For the past seven months her loneliness always seemed to strike her on Sunday more than any other day of the week. One of life's pleasures was spending Sunday with her children and husband. Her two children, Matt and Sandie, twins, were in their first year of college at Harvard. Brad, her husband was in command of a naval ship somewhere in the Pacific or possibly the waters off the Middle East. Walking into the living room she looked at the collection of antiques Brad and she had accumulated after twenty-five years of marriage. Thanks to the Navy life, they had traveled considerably as Brad had been stationed overseas for three tours. Their collection started while Brad was assigned to the base in the Philippine Islands and this was when they begin to collect items from around the world. She and Brad were unable to have children of their own and after many hours of discussion they decided to adopt a child. The base chaplain spoke with them about a teenage daughter of a Navy Chief who was pregnant and decided to place her child up for adoption. The ultrasound showed the teenager was having two children, not just one. The images showed the girl would deliver twins, one a boy and the other a girl. This thrilled Brad and the idea of twins even added to his desire of becoming a father. They arranged to adopt the children as soon as they were born and when they brought them into their home they cried together looking into the cribs as the twins slept. After a short time of the children arrived in their home, they were filling Margaret's days and nights and she could never understand how she and Brad had ever been happier now they had the twins. Both of the children were extremely intelligent and when they were selected to attend Harvard, Brad and she were thrilled beyond compare. Margaret thought back to when the twins were little, and especially how they played together as if they were one-individual. Even today they seemed to be so in tuned with each other that she wondered if they had an individual life now that they were no longer living at home where Margaret could keep track of their safety and personal life. Now they were in college and Margaret was unable to observe their daily life as they had insisted on living together in an apartment together. Once she remembered walking into Matt's room early one morning and found that Sandie had gotten into bed with her twin brother. Although they were only 10 years of age, she was somewhat perturbed to see neither had any clothes on and were asleep on top of the bed covers. Matt at 10 was cute with his tiny erection that she knew was natural for boys, even at that early age. The image of her two children was vivid in her memory and recalled Sandie's body hadn't taken any shape as of that time and was the typical, stick figure. The fact they were together in bed gave her a little discomfort, yet not enough to tell them they should not sleep together or be nude in front of each other. Several times after she'd find the two of them sleeping together and it wasn't uncommon for them to be nude on top of the covers. One time she would never forget, was early one morning she had walked down the hallway, noted a light was on in Sandie's room. Looking through the open-door, Margaret observed a sight that caused her to freeze in her footsteps. The twins were on the bed and it was obvious they were engaged in sexual foreplay and she could only spy on her children. Actually, after a few minutes, Margaret found herself somewhat aroused in watching Sandie stroking and handling Matt's penis and testicles. While watching, her children explore each other's body; she wondered how long this activity had been occurring between them. Margaret had continued observing them and looking more closely, saw that Sandie's breasts were more than ample for purchasing her a bra. The way she was turned on the bed it was evident that her pubic hair was beginning to appear sparingly across the top of her mons. Then to her surprise she saw Matt turn and lay on his back, whereas he had his back turned toward the doorway as she had watched a few minutes before, and now Margaret stood watching him and his sibling. Margaret was unprepared for the difference in the size of his erection from now that he was twelve. He was at least four inches long and, she thought, exceptional thick for being twelve years old. When she considered the fact they would be teenagers in just three months, she realized she must somehow bring such intimacy to an end between the children. Margaret could remember how she had played "doctor" with her brother when they were youngsters and later when they were around the age of twelve as were the twins. She and Will had explored each other's sex and thinking back, had loved to feel her brother's "Willy" get hard. Yet they hadn't been totally nude, and didn't remember them being quite as illicitly engaged in their touching of each other as the twins. After a while it became certain Sandie had reached some type of orgasm as her voice spoke sounds that mean one thing, a woman reaching her sexual release in a climax. Continuing to watch as her daughter stroked her brother, it was certain he was unable to ejaculate but his feelings indicated he was reaching an internal release from having his young penis stroked. For the next couple of years, Margaret found her children would openly sleep together and thought nothing of the intimacy of doing so. She knew they didn't consider their actions incestuous. Margaret remembered reading once where certain cultures allowed twins to be married as they believed that have been intimate in the womb. One such society was the ancient Hawaiian, who held the belief that twins engaged in sex in the womb and therefore could be married. If not a married couple, twins could openly engage in sex without being penalized as committing incest. When the twins turned sixteen, Margaret held a birthday party for them and before the party was over her and Brad had gone to bed. Something woke her and when she looked at the clock on her bedside stand, she saw it was about midnight. She realized the last of the twins' friends were leaving the party and evidently the opening and closing front door awakened her. Drifting back to sleep she was again wakened and got up to see what was making the noise in the rec. room at the end of the house. Walking down the hallway, Margaret was confronted with the view of her nude children touching each other extremely intimately. This was something Margaret had been concerned about after seeing how open the children displayed their attraction and foundling of each other in the past. Now the view presented to her, Margaret noted, was a young boy with an erection that she knew was in need of sexual satisfaction. Her daughter, she detected, was desirous for a male to take her into sexual release. Sandie's eyes, Margaret could note, were characteristic of her own heightened desires when Brad would caress and fondle her sex until she would lead the foreplay to coitus. "Remember Sandie, you promised we'd do it all when we turned sixteen, so will you let me now," Margaret heard Matt ask while continually looking secretly into her daughter's room. Sandie looked at her brother and softly asked, "Can I just use my mouth like we spoke about doing before, and not go all the way until another time?" When Sandie moved her mouth onto Matt's erection, Margaret shuddered in disbelieves and she knew, in her own excitement. For a few minutes of viewing her daughter as she performed oral sex, she saw it was in the manner of someone who'd never done such an act of sex previously. When Sandie pulled her mouth from her brother's penis and laid on her back with her legs spread wide, her knees drawn back, with her feet resting on the mattress, Margaret shut her eyes. "Oh Matts that made me want it, so for our birthday present to each other you can finally do it to me." Matt's reaction was obvious and his voice was chocked and asked his sister, "Sandie, we've been touching each other so long and now can I really do it with you? Your not just teasing me, are you?" Margaret watched and listened, as her children spoke of the most intimate moment that a male and female can share. Yet, this was her own children speaking and being intimately together. Squeezing her eyes shut, she thought she must be dreaming, as this was her own children who were about to have sex. Her little girl was about to give her virginity to a male, and the male was her own twin brother. Margaret was confused, should she stop them or pretend nothing was occurring? Opening her eyes she watched in awe as Matt moved between his sister's arched thighs and settled down onto her torso. If I'm going to stop this final act of incest between my children I must do it immediately. Instead, something controlled Margaret, as she stood and witnessed her young sixteen-year-old daughter, surrendered her body in the most intimate act a woman can do, allow her hymen to be torn in the act of love. Listening she heard Sandie cry out softly, "Easy Matts, my darling brother, oh be gentle. AWG!" Turning and walking back into her bedroom, she crawled back into bed with Brad and woke him. Not to tell him about the children but to have him appease the rampant sexual desires flowing deep within her body, she knew from her daughter just giving her virginity to her twin brother. While watching in disbelieve, Margaret saw her daughter surrender her body and Matt had penetrated Sandie, and broke through the barrier of her hymen. The pain that she knew Sandie had felt from her brother taking her virginity, forced her to move legs straight down and hold them open in female surrender. This also allowed Sandie, Margaret knew, to relieve the pain and give her brother access to take her until they both released their love for each other for their first time with the opposite sex from intercourse. Margaret had never felt so highly pitched and the need to have her body taken as she did now, after watching her own children consummate the act of love. She needed her husband deep inside her to appease the cravings her inner soul and sexual needs required. Sleepily Brad asked, "What is it, Margaret?" "Brad, take me now, don't ask questions, just let me get you excited." With that she moved down and in just moments her mouth created a like desire in Brad. Whatever is making my wife so turned on, I like, Brad thought to himself as he became erect and moved between his wife's satin smooth thighs. "Oh, God! Yes! Brad, take me deep and hard. Faster, Brad, faster!" Margaret keep begging her husband as images of her son flashed across her mind and she climaxed as her mind remembered how her daughter's face looked when she lost her virginity. After that night, she never walked the hallway to check on her twins, and let them continue with what she knew was taking place sexually between them. A few days after Sandie had given her virginity to her twin brother, Margaret broached the subject of birth control to Sandie, and they went to the doctor to get Sandie on the pill. Over the next few years Margaret watched and listened as each of her children confided in her about the people they dated. Her son, by fifteen minutes, the elder of the two, consistently found his dates possessive and never satisfied with what he did for them or where he took them on dates. Sandie simply found the boys in her life boring and once told Margaret, "Mom, Chuck wanted me to go all the way but he's not someone I want like that. What should I tell him or do?" Now her children were not only sharing an apartment, but she knew, they were sharing the same bed while attending college. Margaret knew Brad never recognized nor considered what the twins were doing and she never informed him of their actions. They lived as brother and sister but in reality were living as husband and wife or lovers. Looking at the Louie XIV mantel clock, she noted it was just a few minutes after noon. Boredom was becoming a problem for her and at forty-six she longed for a more standard lifestyle. Knowing if she went to the OC on base, she'd likely drink too much and that would not do because her husband was likely to receive a promotion to admiral. After Brad told Margaret, and if he got his first star they'd likely be assigned to Naval Operations at the Pentagon for two to four years. Walking over to the desk she picked up the Sunday paper and turned to the Home & Garden section. Flipping through the pages she noted an ad for a large antique show and sale at the downtown convention center. After giving the ad a quick reading she decided that it would be fun to pass the day at the sale. Perhaps I can find something to place on the Bombay chest in the hallway that she had purchased about six months ago. Going into the bathroom, Margaret took a quick shower and dressed in her linen skirt and raw silk blouse that looked as if it had been tailored for her. Finishing her outfit, she chose her low heeled pumps and matching handbag. Selecting her three-strand pearl necklace to highlight her neckline, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and determined she appeared to look like she was in her later thirties. Entering the garage she decided she would drive Brad's Corvette convertible as the day was so beautiful. Passing through the base's main gate, she smiled at the young Marine as he saluted her husband's eagle device on the base pass. She noticed the Marine had looked inside the vette as she drove slowly past the sentry post. She glanced down at her lap and noticed her skirt was half way up her thighs. Thinking to herself that perhaps she should have hiked it up higher, and thus giving him a better view, caused her to chuckle at her horny thought. After entering the convention center main showroom, she walked over to a small food area and purchased herself a cup of cappuccino and sat down to study the brochure listing the areas and booths that contained items she wished to tour. For the next ten minutes she found several booths with bowls and lamps that would highlight the chest so she got up and walked to the closest booth where the bowls were on display. "Hi Margaret," she heard someone say as she moved from the chair where she had been seated. Turning toward the sound of the woman's voice, saw her husband's XO's wife, Kitty, who was younger but her best friend. Two other women she recognized but did not know their names were with Kitty. After introductions and a few minutes of conversation she was finally on her way to view the bowls that interested her. Margaret found it odd that Kitty would be with wives of Ensigns, as this wasn't proper military protocol for an XO's wife. Somehow it seemed to Margaret that the XO, second in command of the ship, after her husband should ensure his wife is not so openly flirtatious as Kitty always seemed to be. She made a mental note to ask her husband about this possible breech of military etiquette. Thinking about Kitty, she wondered about Brad's XO as Jerry O'Neill, had married Kitty only a year ago and then he shipped out with her husband. Margaret knew that Kitty was only about 22 or 23 but Jerry dearly loved her and now she appeared to be cheating on her husband. Or so it seemed to Margaret, as the times she and Kitty were together at the OC, she had heard Kitty tell a young officer she would meet him later. If Brad should find out about Kitty, he would be very upset as Jerry was his closest confidant and friend. For the next hour Margaret studied four bowls that would be perfect for display on the top of the Bombay chest. Two of the bowls were more than a thousand dollars, while one had a slight chip on the base and the fourth somewhat shallow in depth. She thought for the size of the chest and the painting hanging on the wall above the chest, and the second bowl would complement her hallway. Deciding to look at the lamps before determining which bowl to purchase, she walked about half way across the display area to the booths with lamps. Something caught her eye, making her study more closely the couple as they stood by a booth enclosed on both sides and the back. No, she thought, it can't be Kitty she saw being kissed by an Ensign. Stepping back to an area where she could observe Kitty, and not easily be seen, Margaret watched as the Ensign was squeezing Kitty's hips. After a short while the Ensign walked toward the restrooms located directly behind the booth from where he was standing with Kitty and the others. Moving around the other side of the booth, Margaret positioned herself so she could stop the Ensign when he came from the men's restroom. "Hello, sir," Margaret said as she greeted the young officer. "What is the occasion that your in uniform on such a nice day?" she asked in as innocent a voice as she could project. "Just got off duty, Ma'am, and I drove here to meet up with some friends. Your look familiar, do I know you?" he asked. Without giving a clue as to whom she was, Margaret replied, "No, what is your first name, Ensign Martin?" she asked after reading his name on the name tag of his uniform. "Thomas but everyone calls me Tom. You may also but first what is your name? I believe I recognize you," he laughingly stated? "Margaret is my name, she lied, but no one calls me that," she stated as she walked away. Finding the lamps were not anything she would wish to place on the chest, Margaret walked back to the dealer with her choice of the bowls to determine if she couldn't get her favorite choice, she would negotiate for the one with the small chip on the bottom. While walking to the booth she observed Kitty and the ensign being intimate in their touching. Well, Margaret thought, Ensign Thomas Martin, you may have some real problems after I speak with my husband when he calls, as she'd walked to the bowl booth. Margaret could not believe the conduct of Kitty as she was the wife of a ranking officer, and would assuredly make captain of a ship, after the cruise with her husband. During the time she had been with Brad in the Navy, Margaret had watched several military careers become irreparably ruined from sexual escapades. Kitty wasn't in the service but her conduct reflected on her husband and his only alternative would be to divorce her and name the Ensign as the adulterer. Without doubt the Ensign would face court-martial for adultery. Margaret could not get the expensive priced bowl for less than the asking price so she purchased the one with the minor chip for a quarter of the price of her first choice. Walking around the convention center floor, Margaret became uneasy in her feeling that she was being followed. Each time she would stop and try to see if someone was trailing her, she found no one that she suspected in pursuing her. During the next hour as she visited the various displays Margaret still felt uncomfortable and believed she was being followed. Finally she decided to walk to the food area and have another coffee and she could observe anyone who might be following her. Margaret turned the corner by one booth and stepped around the side where she would be able to observe if someone walked to the coffee stand and would definitely be trailing her. Seeing no one, she walked to the refreshment stand and ordered a cup of coffee and croissant. Taking her purchase to a table, and enjoying her break from walking around the convention center floor, a voice jolted her back to reality. "Hello again, Margaret," she heard the voice say. She knew it had to be the Ensign she had seen squeezing Kitty's hips earlier. Continuing to ignore the voice that was still speaking, she found herself insulted when the Ensign pulled up a chair at the table where she was seated. He joined her without being invited. Should I inform him who I am or let him hang himself first, Margaret thought "Do you always invite yourself to sit at a table without being invited," Margaret asked? Laughing at her question but not at her, she realized, he replied, "Only with beautiful women whom I find enticing and charming, even if they don't like me," Ensign Martin replied. "You know Ensign Martin, you're cute, I see a devil- may-care-look in your eyes, and you're a real pain in, I'm sure, know where," she told him. Looking across the table at her, he smiled and told her, "You make me proud to let me know you love me." "Tell me, Ensign, where is the cute little blonde I saw you squeezing the hips of not more than an hour ago?" Chuckling at the boldness of her question, he answered more truthfully than would be expected or she wished to hear, "That was last night's fling and she doesn't have your class. You're extremely attractive but I know you're aware of that, aren't you?" "Thank you, I think?" she replied to his unusual crass response, "Tell me Ensign, does she know you tell of your conquest to strangers? Besides she doesn't appear to be someone who would just fall into your bed. That is what your saying, isn't it?" Margaret inquired. Looking directly across the table and into Margaret's eyes, he smiled and said, "Last night I was at the officer's club out the Navy Base and she started flirting with me. One thing lead to another and, well heck, she told me she needed company. All night company. So we spent the night together at a motel outside the base." Ensign Martin went on to tell how Kitty and some friends were coming to the Antique Show here today and that was why he'd stopped, "And not to buy antiques. But I would certainly enjoy taking you somewhere for cocktails and dinner. Any place you would enjoy meeting or going with me, or what is your favorite?" Margaret looked across the small table, grinned and asked him, "Your saying she's that easy or are you, are just that irresistible?" "Not sure how to answer either of your questions, Ma'am, Thomas replied with a self-assured grin on his face." "But Kitty invited me to join her here today, OK?" " But for some reason I don't trust her and wonder what she might have planned for innocent me," Ensign Martin answered her. "Perhaps she is married and her husband is an admiral," she laughed in response. Looking at first serious, as to what she had said, Margaret saw he knew she was teasing him and replied, "Man, that would be my luck. Boff a cute gal and her old man end's up being my base commander, now is that fair? Hell you can't live any more dangerous than that if you tried hard." "Your very entertaining, Mr. Ensign, but I must leave so I hope when you meet the admiral you can inform him about how great you found his wife. Was she GIB?" Margaret asked as she stood up and walked away from the table. What, Thomas wondered is, GIB? Walking as fast as possible and not looking back, Margaret went to the parking garage and drove out of the convention center and headed back to the base for safety from the Ensign. For some reason she found herself attracted to the young man and was slightly afraid of her own thoughts of what he must have been like in bed with Kitty last night. Driving back toward the base, Margaret saw her favorite restaurant and lounge was just ahead. Pulling up to the entrance, she noted the valet looking at her legs as she exited the vette. She could see her skirt had slipped more than half way up her legs and the young valet's eyes were watching her legs very intently. Thinking, the old gal must still look good, even to young men, such as the Marine guard at the base today, and now the valet made her feel good about herself. Why not have a little fun with this probably eighteen- year-old valet, Margaret thought as she stepped from the vette and allowed her skirt to ride even further up her legs. She knew that the young man must be able to view all the way up her pantyhose to her crotch. Looking at his face she saw he was watching her legs intently and she spread them more so he got an even better view. "Excuse me, could you please give me your hand and help me out of this crazy car," Margaret asked the valet. Watching his face as he moved to help her from the vette, he knew she had seen him looking up her skirt. He was still too young to realize that women getting out of vehicles would flash some young boy. His face turned red as she spoke to him, "Do not hot rod my car, and if you're nice to it, I may let you drive it later, deal?" Stammering, he said, "Yes." Looking at his name tag she noted his name was Dave. "Tell me Dave, do you enjoy my car or me the best?" "I - I, like both, but you best." He replied and knew she must believe he is not too brilliant by his stupid answer. Seeing this lady was the wife of a captain because of the eagle emblem on the base pass he wondered who her husband was. Man, I would like to drive this car and her with me and even if she is older. I'd like to have her for my first, Bobby thought to himself. Walking inside the restaurant, she made reservations with the maitre 'd' for five-thirty. Then she entered the bar and found, of all people, Ensign Martin. How did he get here or did he follow me and get inside while I was making dinner reservations? There was no way she could act as if she hadn't seen him as her eyes locked onto his immediately. A huge grin spread across his face and he rose from the bar stool and walked over to greet her. "Glad you're here Margaret, its nice seeing you amongst us Navy types today. Guess you could stand not to spend the rest of today with me." "Really Thomas, don't be a fool," Margaret snapped back in reply to his cocky comment. Looking at her, Thomas replied, "Forgive me for being a fool. Allow me to buy your dinner to make you for my bad manners." Well, though Margaret, now I'm going to shock him if I tell him who I am. But I can't be to open as he will realize he will be in trouble if Kitty's husband finds out about the two of them. Margaret kept wondering if he was lying about he and Kitty having sex. She had witnessed them kissing and his foundling her hips. Thinking she might join him for dinner would be better than spending another meal alone. "Thomas, I've got to tell you..." Margaret being to speak when someone behind her extended a greeting to her. "Hi Margaret, glad to see you out. How's Brad?" Speaking to her was Captain Joe Boyles who graduated with Brad from the academy. Now what a miss I'm in, she thought. Joe looked at Thomas and asked, "Ensign, how are you? I certainly hope your treating my best friend's wife with due respect." Without any indication that he and Margaret had met previously, Thomas answered the Captain, "Yes sir, but were not together. In fact I only now meet this lady and was answering her question if I was assigned to a specific ship, Sir." Never had Margaret felt such relief and she knew she owed this young sailor an apology for not creating any undue problems for her personal life and relationship with her husband, Brad. Glancing for just a moment toward Thomas, she told Joe, "Yes, he is very nice. I always think someone is on board a ship, being as how Brad has been gone for what seems like ages." After a few more minutes of small talk Joe and his wife, Susan, went to their table for dinner. Looking at Thomas, she apologized for not being honest about her name and marriage. With a slight catch to her voice, she informed Thomas, "My name is really Margaret but everyone calls me Margaret. My husband is a captain and commands a carrier somewhere in the Pacific or cruising in the waters of the Middle East." "I should have told you before now, but Kitty's husband is the XO, on board my husband's carrier. Let us forget what we have spoken about and you should be very careful as you could face a court-martial for adultery," Margaret informed Thomas. "You're not joking, are you?" he asked her with concern etched across his face. "Mrs. Andrews, your table is ready, it you're ready to be seated now," the maitre'd informed her as she watched the concern Thomas now had on his face. "I'll be with you in a moment, thank you," she replied. After the maitre'd had left, she looked at Thomas and told him, "If you care to stay until I'm finished with my meal I will discuss your problem with you." "Yes. That would be kind of you after my inappropriate conduct, Margaret," Thomas answered her. Then he realized he should not have called her by her nickname. Margaret realized Thomas had made a social mistake by using such a familiar name when he addressed her. She told him it was ok, and if he was still here when she finished her dinner she would see him at that time. Escorted by the maitre'd into the dining room, she was seated at the table next to Joe and Susan. They discussed Brad's upcoming promotion to admiral and what she heard from him about his cruise. She could only tell Joe, Brad hadn't said when he would be returning from the cruise he was commanding. Susan had invited her to join them at their table for dinner but Margaret said they looked like they were on a date and she wouldn't think of intruding. A little over an hour passed before Joe and Susan left and Margaret finished meal. She informed the waiter she would be right back, and walked into the bar and found Thomas waiting for her. "Thomas, I can't stop at the bar and speak with you, wait in your car and when you see me drive off in the red corvette, just follow me." "But not too closely, as to draw attention to our being seen as if we're leaving together." Ten minutes later Margaret walked out to the valet stand and the young seaman working part time was more than happy to see her. Margaret could see his eyes were looking her over and she wondered if she should give him another view of her legs as high as she could without undressing. She laughed to herself at the idea of her being nude with such a young boy. Pulling the car to the entrance portico, the valet got out and held the door for her as she seated herself in the vette. When she placed her right leg inside the car and her left on the ground and she knew he was able to view high up her legs. Margaret for whatever the reason allowed her legs to be open so Dave could view them longer than was necessary for her to enter the car. Even more than when she had arrived at the restaurant and considerable further apart. Glancing downward she saw her skirt-had gather upward and covered only about six inches of her legs below her crotch, "Just keep our little show to yourself and perhaps your next time to work, I'll stop by and you can drive this car. Deal?" Thinking she was as bad as Kitty, gave Margaret a brief moment of concern. But she forgot about it as she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Thomas waiting for her to drive off. Before taking off she asked the valet, "What is your name and how can I call you? Better yet, when do you work next?" "I'm Dave Dawson and I don't work until next Sunday. I'll get off-work around midnight most likely. I have to wait till the last customer leaves," he told Margaret. "Keep quite and perhaps we can take a ride next Sunday. OK?" Looking like he had just won the lottery, Dave didn't have time to reply before she sped off. He did think how her legs looked and he wondered if she really would show up next Sunday. Driving down the highway, Margaret thought she was no different from Kitty. Margaret could not belief she was driving to meet a Navy junior officer, and even made a tacit agreement to meet with an eighteen-year-old enlisted boy. Thinking about Dave, she considered he was the same age as the twins. She must be having a mid-life crisis she analyzed in her own mind. Am I the same as Kitty? Why am I taking chances with my marriage, Margaret asked herself, as she drove to a small town about forty-five miles from Norfolk? Once she got to a small shopping mall she knew was used mostly by locals she pulled into the parking lot. Driving to the far end of the strip mall, she found a place where mall employees parked. Thomas drove up along the side the corvette, got out, walked over to the passenger side of the vette and got in with Margaret. "A nice car. I've always wanted one but fifty thousand keeps me from behind the wheel of one," he told Margaret. Should we go somewhere else or is this safe enough, Margaret wondered, as she looked at a man who was almost a perfect stranger seated in my car. Correct that, my husband's car. And he's on board a ship on the high seas. I must be crazy. For about ten minutes they only made small talk and finally Margaret told Thomas she mustn't be seen with him in her car. This car is easy to spot and with the top off it's even more of a problem in my being seen and who's in the car. Looking at Margaret, Thomas decided to go for the golden ring on the merry-go-round, asking her, "Perhaps we can go to a motel." "My God. What do you think I am?" Slowly Thomas reached out and took Margaret's hand in his and said, "An attractive woman who is confused and who needs companionship." "Thomas, I would like to take you up on your offer but not tonight, if ever," Do you understand what I'm telling you? Finally Thomas looked directly into Margaret's eyes and spoke softly and informed her, "I know a place that no one will recognize your car and we can talk, if nothing more." "Thomas, may I call you Tom? I'm not a blonde so forget trying the old routine about not trying anything. We both know what we planning on doing, even if we can't say it to each other." "I know full well if I go to a motel with you, I know what we are going for and what will happen. OK? So, please, don't treat me like a high school girl or even like Kitty, evidently." "Sorry. But perhaps we can meet another night and drive out of Norfolk," Thomas told her. "Drive back to the base. I'll change cars and meet you at the bar at the Officers' Club. I'm not promising you anything and please, don't ever mention this to anyone," Margaret stated with authority in her voice. They drove back to the base and Margaret could not get her actions of today to provide her any sound reason why she was doing such a stupid thing by agreeing to meet with two different men. One, she'd told him she'd likely go to a motel with him, and she told him she knew why. Sex! The thing was, she required sex, and with her husband being gone for eight months and at least four more to go, she was frustrated more than when she'd been younger and forced to go without sex with Brad. When she arrived home, Margaret took off her clothes and decided to take a shower and see if she could wash the crazies from her mind. What if I decide to have sex with a strange man? I've only known one man sexually in my entire life. That's Brad. What is the etiquette for getting undressed and then having sex in today's lifestyle? Should you perform oral sex first? That seems to be the way thing start today from what I've read in novels and women's magazines. I must be crazy she reasoned as she felt the shower's extra hot water beating across her skin. Feeling giddy like a teenage girl as she dressed, Margaret couldn't believe she was going to go through with meeting Thomas. Looking over her wardrobe, she selected tan linen slacks and a blouse that buttoned up the front that was ivory in color with light brown jungle cats in the pattern. She wore a pair of 3-inch heels that she knew would emphasize her legs and appearance as she entered the bar at the officer's club. Margaret picked out a bra with matching tap-pants and wondered if Thomas would approve. The bra was pure lace as were the panties. I'm really planning on doing this she thought. "I must stop this," she said to herself. Yet she walked out into the garage and got into her own Honda. Walking into the club she spoke to officers and other wives whom she knew and some weren't with their husbands. At the bar she took a stool next to Denise, thinking one would think anything was happening with Denise seated next to her. Looking around Margaret, noted that Denise, a chaplain's wife, was drinking her normal orange juice. Everyone on base knew she had the bartenders pour vodka in her glass, but no one acted like she wasn't just having citrus juice. Glancing at the far end of the bar, she saw Thomas and he smiled softly with an expression of recognition to let her be aware he was being careful. It was well known that you did not move in on a lady at the OC bar, but merged your way to where a female was seated. Then to her surprise she saw Kitty enter the bar and walk directly over to where Thomas was seated. After about five minutes Kitty glanced over and saw Margaret at the bar. Margaret hadn't directly focused her eyes on Kitty, so she didn't know Margaret was observing her. Kitty had the officers where Thomas was standing, entertained and it appeared more than one was caressing her body. The look of concern flashed across Kitty's face as she determined Margaret may have seen her take Thomas hand and placed it against her breast. Margaret observed Kitty as she leaned against Thomas while laughing at something she found humorous and moved his hand onto her breast. Looking around the bar, Margaret found several wives she knew whose husbands were at sea. For the first time in her being in a military officer club's bar, she noticed wives attempt to be available as they flirted with whomever they were speaking with. Perhaps she was wrong but watching the women she knew personally, but she was surprised to find them flirting with officers, especially the young junior officers. In fact she about fell of her bar stool as she watched a Marine Lieutenant speaking to Denise, and watched in complete shock as his hand moved under the hem of her flowing yellow dress. His right hand stroked up and down her thighs and she noted after a short time Denise opened her thighs to the advance of the Lieutenant's hand. God, she thought. Am I the only woman who hasn't taken advantage of being with another man while our husbands are at sea or TDY? Observing Denise being felt up like a high school girl in the movie theater, drove her mind to distraction. Then she felt someone brush up against her side as the voice said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bump you." That may have been true but when his hand rested on her thigh and lightly gripped it, Margaret turned to find Thomas standing next to her. No she thought, this is insane and I've got to leave before I do something I'll regret for the rest of my life. Reaching down she caught Thomas' hand as he started to slide it up her thigh. "No," she whispered softly. "What happened to feeling your Kitty's breast? I saw you doing so right after she arrived?" Margaret turned when she was saying this to Thomas and saw Denise was groping the Marine's groin. "I really must leave and I'm sorry about leading you on but not tonight and assuredly, never. Seeing this place makes me think of the term everyone used for this type of bar back in the 70's and 80's, Meat Market," "Perhaps another time Thomas, but tonight I'm confused. If you hadn't fondled my best friend's breast, I honestly believe I would have been crazy enough to go to a motel with you tonight," Margaret explained in a short conversation with Thomas. Walking to her car, Margaret was keyed up sexually so highly that she could not find anyway to bring herself relief. Getting into her car, she started driving and without even realizing where she was headed, she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant where the young sailor, Dave, was working as valet. Looking at her as she waited for him to open her door, Dave thought is she for real and where is the vette. Then he heard the words that he knew would change his life forever. "How soon before you can get out of here," Margaret asked him with a hidden passion locked in her request. "There are two tables left and then I can leave," Dave told her with a quiver in his voice. "I'll be at the counter having coffee. When you're ready to leave, walk behind me and I'll come get my car and then you follow me. Fair enough with you, Dave?" "Sure. It'll only be a few more minutes," see you then. After about fifteen minutes Dave walked behind her. Margaret knew what she was about to do was the dumbest thing she'd ever done but she needed sexually relief. Finishing her coffee and taking her time in doing so, and walking to the cashier and paid her bill. Margaret finally walked outside to retrieve her car. She knew she was going to have sex with only the second person in her 46 years. That she was going to meet up with an eighteen-year-old boy to commit adultery. I'm nuts! I'm insanely crazy for this to happen, but I need physical love in my life, not just that which I read in Brad's letters, e-mails or telephone calls. I need the physical part of love, sex, yes sex! Getting into her car as Dave held her door she told him to follow her, and asked if he was ready to leave work. He told her that he had already punched his timecard. Driving for almost an hour, Margaret knew she must drive a long distance from where she was to be sure no one saw her in a motel. Pulling into a Motel 6, she saw Dave pull in and park further down the driveway, about five doors from the office. Nervous was not how she felt, Scarred was more like it as she registered in a false name, and paid cash for the room. After leaving the office she drove to the motel room at the far end of the building. Parking her car, Dave pulled alongside hers and followed her into the room. "May I say..." Dave started to speak, but Margaret stopped him before he finished what he had begun to explain. "Please. Just let me undress you and then you do the same to me. Say nothing else or I will most likely change my mind. I've never done this before, Dave. I'm scarred." "I've never done it before. That is what I wanted to tell you," Dave told her and the sound of his voice sounded even more fearful than hers. I'm going to get an eighteen-year-old boy's virginity, and I'm thirty years, his senior. Well here goes, she thought as she walked over and undressed Dave in less than a minute. Dave took longer to get her undress and especially with the clasp of her bra. Then she took him by his hand and led him into the bathroom and they took a long hot shower. Margaret was surprise to see Dave remained hard the total time they were in the shower. Even more surprising was the fact he was half again larger than Brad. Taking his hand in hers, she led Dave to the bed. Reaching down she pulled the bedding down and eased herself down on the bed and then pulled Dave down with her. Taking Dave's face in her hands she moved her lips onto his and kissed him very lightly as if she was preparing him for someone other than herself. Margaret felt his tongue against the entrance of her mouth and she was being French kissed by the teenager. Reaching down she took his young erection into her hand. His size was so different from what she found when she reached for Brad. Margaret was ready and had felt her sex become extremely wet in anticipation when she had first seen the firm and large penis of the young boy. For the past two hours or more she had convinced herself to allow someone to have sex with her, and now she was more than ready. She couldn't have stopped in her quest to be taken for anything in the world. Margaret, as she felt the smooth hardness of a male's erection in her hand, knowing how young and firm it was, and assuredly like her sons, caused her to moan. Pulling Dave over and between her legs, she guided him into her waiting sex. "OH Dave," she sobbed out as she felt the young hard and large penis of the boy penetrate her body, and the first male organ to do so, in more than eight months. She could actually feel the difference in the size between Dave and Brad. Margaret found it necessary to ask Dave to move back and forth inside her body. After just a few strokes she felt Dave's body become stiff and knew he was going to give her his first, and his virgin load of sperm filled semen. "Let it come, Dave. Don't try to hold it back. I want your cream in me. OH Dave, I'm coming with you!" Margaret could not stop the climax rolling through her body and continued crying out, "God, it's so strong. Oh Dave, my baby. Come in me! Now! Yes. God. Oh my God!" As Margaret was expressing her orgasm to Dave, she heard him moaning out, "I'm going off. Oh Margaret, I love you." Hearing the young boy crying out that he loved her, when he gave her his virgin cum, created a strange and wonderful feeling of erotic desires in Margaret. For Margaret, knowing she was, at forty-six, was getting an eighteen-year-old boy's first cream to enter a female's sexual core, caused Margaret to cry out her own lust. "God, Dave, your young virgin juices are squirting up inside my pussy!" That brought Margaret to another climax, and it was strong than the first. Never had she expressed herself so openly than when she climaxed with Dave. Between them they grasped out their release to each other in breathless expressions of love. For Dave's young mind he related this was how all women acted each time, with total love, for the man they were taking deep in their sex. Whereas Margaret found love in knowing a boy had rested and nestled between her parted legs and made her climax in intense pleasure from sexual intercourse for the first time in months. Almost instantly she found relief unlike and she had never felt from Brad, or anything she could imagine, as Dave had just provided in her life until now. Keeping Dave between her sleek and smooth thighs, Margaret felt Dave becoming hard and once more commenced moving in and out of her on his own. Her body, not just her hips, was reaching upward to meet his strokes. Within a couple of minutes she again was melting in the final stage of sexual surrender in another strong climax. Margaret could feel her sexual fluids easing from her sex, and running from deep within her body, and mixing with that of Dave, and passing down across her anus. This time Dave took several minutes before he ejaculated, and when he was done, he again told her, "Oh Margaret, I love you." Smiling to herself she found it cute that a young boy loved her because she was his first. By 4:00 A.M., They had made love at total of six times. Margaret was tired and the lips and inner walls of her sex felt sore, from having been without a man to stroke deep inside her sex, for eight months. She had been aggressive the first couple of times but after that Dave took over and actually made love to her. After the fourth time that they made love, she went down on Dave and Margaret loved hearing his moans. She found the movements of his body truly wonderful his first time in oral surrender. Margaret felt his ejaculation building in his body and she waited until he was right at the point of shooting off, then sucked him hard and deep. She swallowed his juices and did not stop licking him until she knew no more wetness would flow from the tiny opening in the end of his shrinking phallus. Dave was highly pitched after Margaret took him with her mouth, and swallowed his come. Margaret listened in disbelief as he continued telling her how much he loved her. Before leaving the motel they took another shower together as their bodies were covered in sweat and the liquids of love. As they bathed, Margaret asked Dave to just call her Margie. Then she washed him off and when she felt his penis begin to grow from her devious manipulations in pretending to simply wash him. "Margie, you make me want to make love with you again. May I, once more, just once more, please, your going to make me come," he was moaning as he was at the blink of shooting off as she washed his erect male member. Turning off the water, Margaret lead the young man to the bed and as she lay back, he moved on top of her. Margaret was so wet with both their juices she heard the squish as Dave moved in and out of her sex. Moving her legs, she placed them on Dave's shoulders and he found a rhythm that was building her again. Margaret shouted out for Dave to take her hard, to pound her with his total strength, and then she cried out, "Dave, fuck me, oh fuck me, give it to me hard, harder, harder, deeper, harder, yes, Dave, like that!" Never had Margaret asked for or been ridden so hard and brutal during sex, yet with a boy the age of her son, she allowed her body to be pounded in sexual brutality and lust. Just as Margaret felt her own release, and it was a strong climax, overtaking her body, Dave shoved extremely hard and deep inside her, with such vigor that it was nearly unpleasant as he was harsh in driving his young penis up into her sore sexual opening. Nothing had prepared her for the depth and firmness she received as Dave drove his young penis extremely firm and hard, and with such penetrating action, which he gave her deep within her open sex. "God, Dave that hurts, you're so big and deep inside me. No, don't ever stop, harder. I want it harder. AWG your killing me but I need you like this. NOW. I'm coming, Oh Dave, love me, love me!" Margaret felt bruised after she lay back on the bed after the total surrender from the pounding she allowed Dave to give her. She wondered if she wanted the hard pounding to punish herself for cheating on Brad. For the first time in her life she felt overwhelmed from sex. Margaret realized that Brad had never taken her as Dave just had, and he would never be able to do so, as he wasn't as big as Dave. Will I ever be the same or satisfied with sex with my husband after what I have experienced sexually after tonight, Margaret wondered? Dave had heard and felt the woman he was making love to, as she cried out in pain and pleasure at the same time, his ego was bumped about another ten miles upward. Hearing a woman say he was killing her but begging for more hard and deep sex, caused him to go off. His voice found it hard to form words from the extreme feelings coursing across his body, and he could only give a whaling sound. Now he wondered, did Margie really did love him? Dave had watched XXX videos and read his share of men's magazine and had seen how women could be wild and loud when having sex, and the noise they made. He had always considered such screaming and moaning just entertainment. When he heard Margaret, for the seventh time tonight, cry out to him, Dave believed she was in love with him. "Margie, can I look at you? Between your legs," Dave asked in a soft pleading voice. Without saying anything she lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide for him to look up inside her. Ever so gentle he used his fingers to pull the labia open so he could view deep in her body. Dave told her how pink and red she looked inside and then he kissed her between her legs. Her body felt the pressure and she reached down and caught his head in her hands and whispered, "No Dave, no more tonight. I'm kind of bruised and sore and you're big, Little Man." They told each other goodbye and Margaret drove home, while Dave went to his barracks with a new sense of what it means to be a man. My first time he thought and she must be as old as my mom. But she is really shapely and her legs are really something. His mind still held the images of her sex that she allowed him to pull open and look inside. When she pointed out the various parts of her vagina, he was now aware of where the parts were that previously were only words to him. Margaret didn't wake up until the next afternoon around one-thirty. She felt like she was floating from the sexual release she had received from Dave. Her body felt sore, especially deep inside and her female sexual parts especially, from when Dave had pounded her the last time they had sex. Margaret compared the sex with Dave and what she had shared with Brad, and realized she and Brad had never had sex as many times at once as she had the previous night with a young boy. Stretching her legs out, Margaret felt how the muscles were sore and realized that she had used muscles when she wrapped her legs around Dave that she had most assuredly never used before. Margaret could feel the calves of her legs were tight and were slightly cramping from how she had made them taunt when squeezing the back and thighs of Dave in her climaxes. The muscles in the back of and sides of her thighs were tender and Margaret knew she would likely walk awkward for the remainder of the day. Rising from her bed, Margaret could not believe how her legs hurt from the unfamiliar use they had exhibited in the acts of love between she and Dave just a few hours previously. Each step she took toward the bathroom were gingerly made, as she found her back and arms were also sore from the sexual activity of last night. Looking in the vanity mirror over the bathroom sink, Margaret smiled at her image as her face, and eyes especially, showed she had been soundly fucked by the young boy, and she was forced to admit to herself, for the first time in her life! The other thing she was feeling was extremely guilty. She started to cry from knowing she had committed adultery and most of all, had broken the vows she'd shared with Brad. Margaret turned on the shower and willed the hot water to ease her sore body. After showering, Margaret knew that her sex would be sore for a few days, especially her uterus and ovaries, as even her mons was sore from the pounding of Dave's pubic bone it had received. Yet, it was something that I had never experienced and at forty-six, I have finally found what hard sex is about, and I loved it! Fixing herself some coffee and a salad, she had just started to enjoy her light meal when the doorbell rang. She jumped and wondered if she was feeling so much guilt that someone was coming to tell her they had seen her going into a motel room with a young boy. Walking to the door and looking through the spy glass in the door she saw Kitty. Opening the door she greeted Kitty, who asked her if she was ill? Margaret felt concern and wondered if Kitty could tell or knew she had spent the night in lust with a young boy? Margaret explained that she wasn't expecting company and hadn't felt well all evening and was just now getting up from bed. Kitty wanted to speak to her about Tom and hoped she would never tell her husband about what she had done. For several minutes' Kitty explained how she finally had started being with other men about a month ago. While Margaret listened in disbelief to Kitty describes her becoming involved with other men, she was surprised Then she listened as she described how a group of officer's wives had started a club and would meet for the purpose of discussing whom they had sex with and where. The group would meet off base and usually at a hotel where they could rent a large suite. "Margaret, please don't tell Jerry. I came here today as I know how military you are, and I love Jerry and wish to continue being his wife. "Being apart, isn't what I thought marriage would be like." For more than twenty minutes Kitty spoke about her involvement with the group and finally told Margaret which women were involved. After viewing Denise at the OC last evening, she wasn't surprised when Kitty named the chaplain's wife as a member of the group. "You must understand Kitty that my husband is a very close friend of your husband and I would not wish to hurt him or Jerry. You must stop being with this group or it will lead you into serious trouble." "Something like this can't be kept a secret for long, Kitty." Margaret looked at her friend and felt compassion for the fairly new bride, "I've seen these things happen at other bases and it always gets out. Careers are ruined and men forced to leave the services who were career officers." God, I must be the worst hypocrite around after last night and myself almost getting with Tom. Thinking back to yesterday and especially last night, Margaret's body tingled in memory of how Dave had taken her over and over. Deep in her mind were the animal instincts that spawned any rational behavior to justify her acts of lust. Logically Margaret knew she had intentionally seduced the young eighteen-year-old boy. Her body was striving at this moment to feel his youthful and exceptional powerful manhood slipping over, and ultimately inside her shapely and firm nature body. Wile Margaret was allowing images and thoughts of Dave to invade her mind, especially that he had been a virgin, was overwhelming to her. Knowing she had captured within the core of her womanhood was his first ejaculation caused her to shiver in the memory. Yes, to think she had taken an eighteen-year-old virgin's first explosive sperm gush of manhood, deep within her feminine chasm. She understood she'd never be able to ignore her own instinctive needs of Nature's call for sexual procreation and would desire intercourse with the teenage boy again. Margaret felt a strong need to be with a child, realizing that must have been the feelings to let a young man probe against her womb. The warmth of knowing Dave had placed his young seed within her, and she being unable to be with a child in any other fashion than having his egg probing spermatozoon puncture one of her fertile eggs. Do I want to become pregnant by a boy the age of my son? Margaret shuddered at the thought, but felt her sex become damp in anticipation.. Thinking back to last night, Margaret remembered how her loins had trapped Dave so his male fluids mixed inside her sex with her own wetness. Still fresh in her mind and to always remain in the dream state of passion, she remembered how her hips heaved upward to meet Dave's penis stroking into her as he placed his semen into hot womanhood receptacle. What is Dave doing at this moment Margaret wondered and she was jolted back to the present time when she heard Kitty ask, "Would you care to attend our party this coming Saturday night, just once and perhaps you could attend, but you wouldn't need to be with someone?" "Kitty, please your asking me to bear my soul where others' would know and likely consider me indecent and offensive with loose morals. I realize the other women would be committing adulterous acts for thrills. But having others know you're blatant in giving your body up for sex seems strange. Let me ponder all I have become knowledgeable about, between you and the other women I know, and their being so openly free with their bodies," Margaret asked Kitty. Walking Kitty to the door, after spending considerable time in discussing about what could happen if their extramarital affairs became public knowledge she squeezed Kitty's hand in her own. For over an hour, Margaret was still uncertain about two questions she had been afraid to ask Kitty as they spoke. Finally, as they stood in the doorway of Margaret's home, she asked Kitty, "Am I to understand everyone is nude in front of everyone else at the party and you have sex with anyone who wants sex?" "Can you tell me why you came to me and asked me to join your group?" "Yes, everyone is nude although some wrap a towel around themselves." "Some bring a cover-up or a sexy lingerie robe, usually short and lacy." "Don't be upset, but Tom explained about your seeing he and I kissing, and his groping my hips." "When you showed up at the OC bar, last night he thought you would like to join our group." "He told me he found you extremely attractive and without doubt the most desirable of the women he had met at the base," Kitty answered her two questions. "Did he say anything else about me?" "Tell me the truth, Kitty. I must know." "That was all." "Is there something else, Margaret?" Kitty asked as she exited Margaret's home. "Let me think about what your asking and telling me and I'll call you." "This is only Monday and from now until Saturday seems forever, especially what your inviting me to become involved with." "Kitty, does Denise really allow herself to be so open?" "Tell me, is Andrea a member of the club, as you call the group?" "Yes, to both of your questions and Denise and Andrea is really wild." "I hope you find it possible to attend." "The others asked me to speak with you and we hope you will keep our activities secret, even if you don't wish to join in with us," Kitty spoke as she walked down the sidewalk to her car. Honking the horn lightly as she drove off, gave Margaret a thought that it was a signal to run away from all this. Wednesday evening Margaret decided to drive out to Bernie's Steakhouse and Lounge and as she drove along the highway she wondered if it was to relive her memories of meeting Dave there. Pulling into the covered area of the driveway, she was surprised to see Dave working as valet, as he had told her he would work again until Sunday. As Dave held the door for her, he smiled and reached for her hand to help her from the car. His grip was one of tenderness and he held her hand in his for an extra amount of time. Whispering to her, he said, "I love you, Margaret and can we meet after I get off work?" "I'm filling in for another guy who wasn't able to be here tonight. I'll be off at 10:30 or so." Not sure what to say, Margaret looked at Dave and thought, an angel is looking down and arranged for us to be together this evening. Evidently neither of us had planned on the other being here. This is assuredly more than just coincidental that we're here tonight. "Perhaps. Would you like that, Dave?" "Oh yes. I've wanted to call you and each time I looked at your phone number you wrote down for me." "I wanted to speak with you." "However, you asked me only call in the event of any emergency," Dave informed Margaret. Margaret took considerable time over dinner and when she was finished she looked at her watch and noted it was just a few minutes until ten. After paying her check she walked into the cocktail lounge and sat at the end of the bar. From her view at the bar she could see the entrance of the building and watched Dave as he delivered the dinner crowd's vehicles to them. Glancing at her watch she noted it was about 10:15 and saw Dave was evidently done working as he locked the key cabinet, where the keys were kept when cars were checked into valet services. Could she allow her body to be given again to someone other than her husband? While having thoughts on getting with Dave, her thoughts were interrupted when he handed her the keys to her car, and informed her he was closing valet services. He had parked her car in the front by the entrance door. "Thank you. I guess its time for me to call it a day." Handing him a tip as he passed her keys to her, she let her fingers stroke across the palm of his hand. "Bartender, how much do I owe you?" she asked. Then she paid her bar tab and walked to her car. Looking around as she exited the lot, she saw Dave was in his car and waiting to follow her to the motel. This time she only drove about twenty miles and pulled into a Motel 8. After obtaining a room as far back from the entrance as possible she drove to her room and parked. She entered the room and thought, again I'm cheating on my husband and its no different from what the other women are doing, yet I'm fearful of becoming involved with the group. Dave followed her into the room and before she could even shut the door he was pulling her into his arms. For a brief moment she felt a fear of his being so possessive but realized he was a young man and young men wanted to bury their hardness inside a woman without preliminaries of foreplay. Margaret had found this out from her first time with Dave, and now it was true again, and she had read over and over in romance novels or magazine articles dealing with sexual conquest how young boy were anxious to empty their sperm filled testicles in a woman. Now both were anxious, and Margaret was without doubt, most ready for this encounter. She felt the primate levels of desire when she allowed her body to be taken three days ago by this teenage boy. Now her desires were ready for release and tonight, felt the need to explore illicit sexual pleasures with Dave, especially carnal intimacies she'd never explored with Brad. They were in bed together and he was thrusting deep inside Margaret's body. Within a few short moments Dave shot off inside her body but he continued to push deep within her opening and draw almost completely back out of her sex. Then he would jam his still erect penis deeper and deeper it seemed, inside her body. Her cries of pain were of pleasure as he hit against her cervix with his long thick manhood. Margaret tried to find comparison between what Brad gave her and what this young boy was shoving into her. She knew he assuredly was at least two inches longer than Brad. Sometimes she thought she couldn't accept the depth of his organ, but each time he pulled back, she eagerly awaited his shove back into her. The pain was secondarily to the feeling of being penetrated to her core, with the boy's hard staff. Margaret couldn't get enough and she pulled her legs back, wrapping then around his back, near his shoulders. Using her hands, she grabbed her ankles to pull her body into a ball shape. "Dave, do it deeper, oh yes, like that. It's so good, don't stop! God, don't stop doing me, Dave! Harder, deeper! AWG! I'm almost there... don't... oh don't stop! Give it to me harder! Dave, I'm coming! OH MY GOD, I'M COMING SO HARD!" Margaret heard herself utter her climax, using the "f" work. She had never spoken the word aloud until the previous time with Dave, and now she was again crying out "fuck." Her body was trembling in release and still desired more. Her mature body had somehow been released to pleasure she had previously only read or fantasized about in young girl like fantasy. Now she understood what some authors described as the "BIG O." Still Dave was riding her as he felt himself in no hurry to explode inside this woman once more. His mind pictured this was his mother he was having sex with. He understood the Ophelia Complex and had read about it numerous times. His mother used to be nude with him and sometimes bathed with him, even as recently as five months ago. Dave and his mother never engaged in actual intercourse but they snuggled together in bed from the time his parents divorced around his ninth birthday. Dave could remember the many times they would be in bed together and he would awake to find his erection gripped tightly between his mother's thighs, nudged against her sex. Most of these times Dave would be laying on his side and curled against her back and hips, in spoon fashion. Other times, how many he didn't know, he would awaken and feel his erection against her sex and he would be lying on top of her. On several occasions, from the time he was about thirteen, he would wake up and find his penis and pubic hair wet. He could also feel the same wetness against his mother's massive growth of hair that surrounded her sex. After he became more knowledgeable about sex he knew he was ejaculating against his mother's body as they sleep close together. On more than one occasion he had attempted to enter his mother's sex when she asked him to lie on her tummy. Dave remembered how his mother would hold him between her legs and his thing would become erect and she slightly moved her hips up and down. Then would make a moaning sound and he could feel the end of his thing against the warmth entrance of her body. Dave loved the feeling as she reached down and held him in her hand. His mother would tell him they couldn't be closer than how they were now, as her hand rubbed his hard teenage erection against her hair covered sex. Somehow Dave understood his mother found sexual enjoyment and release from rubbing herself with his hardness. He associated his mother's release as he did when he would masturbate. Then she held his penis in her hand until they drifted back to sleep. Dave remembered the first time he awoke to find his erection in his mother's hand. He was just short of his fourteenth birthday and he awoke and remembered he had went to sleep on top of his mother. Without seeming to be awake, as he realized if she knew he was awake, might discontinue what she was doing. This time seemed very different as Dave felt his mother hold his thing at the entrance to her sex. Most of what he remembered was the sensations as she was kind off moving her hand back and forth on his thing. What seemed like forever, but likely was only a couple of minutes, strange sensations began to crest throughout Dave's body and especially his thing. He still remembered how his mother's body moved and it wasn't unlike what he was now feeling Margaret's doing. Then his body shuddered uncontrollably as he felt his thing seem to squirt something out of it and his mind thought back to his saying, "Oh mommy." That was the first time Dave had ejaculated, and after that he would find his cum had squirted out against his mother while they slept. His mother had gripped him harder and told him, "You're my big man now." Now all his mother complexes were coming true with Margaret. Her hands were scratching and pinching the skin on his back as he took her hard. Never had he expected to have sex with an older woman and was actually shy around females of his own peer group. Now the dreams of his mother were being acted out in real life. Had Margaret know of these fantasy moods she would likely have been surprised for only a brief moment. Margaret, herself was having thoughts of her son Matt, and how he had looked when she spied him with his twin sister on their sixteenth birthday. Was she enjoying sex with Dave because of her fascination with her own son? Never had she really considered sex with Matt but now realized she enjoyed watching her children engage in incestuous behavior. For two hours, the mother-son aged lovers, engaged in every form of sex. Margaret's mind envisioned what it would be like to take this boy every night. From oral sex on each other, to Margaret standing next to the bed and Dave taking her from behind, they engaged in all aspects of making love. Dave thoroughly enjoyed taking her doggie style and when he ejaculated in this position he rammed inside her so deeply into Margaret, she screamed out in share pain. The third time they made love that night she allowed Dave something Brad had always wanted but she resisted his request each time. "Dave, I want you to do it in my back hole." "You mean...?" "Yes, you understand what I want from you, for the first time in my life I wish to have anal sex?" "Yes, Margaret, I understand. I've always wondered what that would be like when my friends and I spoke about the different ways to have sex." For Margaret the experience was traumatic and not without considerable pain as he forced his largeness through her resisting sphincter muscle. Yet she gave Dave her last virginity and told him as much when they had finished making anal love. "Dave, I trusted you just then, more than you will ever understand until your older. You're the first man to take me in love, back there. I've never allowed my husband to penetrate me in that fashion." Dave looked at the woman, and he could only fathom a part of what she was saying, but he knew anal sex was something he would want in the future with the woman who had captured not only his virginity, but his heart. "That was really only your first time like that, really?" "You're special to me and our love can never be more than it is now, but you'll always be my little man, and your definitely not little in one place." When she got home, she took a long bubble bath and lay in the water reading a novel on romance where the heroine is brutally raped by an enraged giant of a pirate. She easily place herself in the feelings the girl in the story felt being taken deep and hard. The story line of the man's endowment of his penis size made her believe it was she and Dave the story was written about The story was set in a different time and a reversal of the ages between the characters. The drama of the story was definitely lifelike between what she had accepted from Dave, as when the pirate anally raped the girl. Margaret felt the soreness in the opening between her hips and although not unpleasant sex, it was a one time thing for Margaret. She remembered how it burned and seemed to tear her rear opening as Dave needed force to enter her last vestige of carnal love. Margaret noted a little blood afterwards from allowing Dave's large maleness to push open the most secret and until then, extremely private cavity of her body. Saturday morning arrived and Margaret decided to have breakfast off base. She dressed in a skirt that was a little short for a woman her age, and a tight blouse that accented her still firm and shapely breast. Taking Brad's corvette she headed off base for a leisurely breakfast to try and reason out how to reply to Kitty's invitation to the party tonight. Approaching the main gate of the base, she could see the young Marine she had caught looking at her legs was on duty. She had to stop in line to exit the base and she reached down to pulled her dress slightly higher. She moved her right leg to allow the inside of her thighs to be visible fairly high up her leg. "Good morning Ma'am, and have a nice day," the shapely dressed Marine greeted her as she pulled up to his post. She saw his eyes move to the exposed skin of her legs, as she wasn't wearing hosiery this morning. Yes, she thought, and he is really something when it comes to looks and physique. "Thank you and you also enjoy your day. Sometime I'll have to bake you some cookies or homemade fudge. Are you married or single?", she asked. "Single Ma'am. Cookies and fudge would be fine. I'll be working afternoons after Monday." She drove off thinking how terrific he looked and he was extremely muscled arms and with his camouflaged uniform sleeves rolled into cuffs. Looking she couldn't help but admire his youthful body. Not again, she thought. Not another young boy she thought. Was she mental? Margaret thought, today I'm going to the local restaurant that was considered the best place for breakfast, and she knew where her friends usually ate Saturday mornings. When she entered the restaurant, she wasn't surprised to find the place packed with customers. As she was giving the hostess her name a familiar voice asked her, "Would you like to join us at our table Margaret?" Turning she saw Kitty, and decided this would be a good time to speak with her and advise her she couldn't become involved with the group this evening. Following Kitty to her table, she saw Andrea, Denise and another woman she knew but was unable to remember her name. Reaching the table, she greeted each of the women and told the one she couldn't remember her name, she was sorry for her being so forgetful. "Don't worry. " I'm Lana, and yes, I was named after Lana Turner. My father thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Oh, yes, he always told my mother, after her of course." For whatever the reason, Margaret found herself enthralled with this oblivious Southern Beauty. Her accent was real. No doubt about that, and her skin truly was like the flower whiteness of a magnolia blossom. Within five minutes of meeting Lana, she found they were identical in age and both had never had children but had adopted a boy and girl. Lana's children weren't twins but they were only a year's age difference between them. About halfway through breakfast the discussion about tonight's party was brought up by Denise. "Girl's I want you to leave that young Ensign, Tom, for me and me tonight. I have tried to get him, but so far, but I'm dead meat. So, please, if he tries to hit on any one of you, tell him later but to do me." No, thought Margaret, I can't believe this conversation and I'm sure it won't be long until someone asks me if I'm attending tonight. Slowly the conversation drifted to the upcoming deployment and that their husbands' tour would likely be extended. Now that struck a sore cord with Margaret as she hadn't heard this from Brad but the others all knew. Why wasn't he informing her if he was going to be away longer than the original year? When she got home, she was going to e-mail him or call Brad on his cell phone, and forget the expense. When Kitty commented that Jerry had informed her more than two weeks ago that the cruise could be extended for at least six months, she said she had a fit. Everyone from the task force that supported the carrier, was surprised to hear Captain Brad hadn't informed his wife. This was a breech of command, even if they were wives, the unwritten rule was military wives were guided by the rank of their husbands. Margaret was extremely upset, as all the wives knew the ship would not be in home port for at least an extra six months. By the time breakfast was over, and they were enjoying another cup of coffee, the subject had returned to the party to be held that evening. Andrea asked Margaret if she wouldn't like to attend. She told her where the party was being held and would start around eight that evening. Margaret told them she would get back with Kitty, but right now this was something her mind must first comprehend. Just the idea of open sex with the other Navy wives being present, Margaret wondered how it would work. Finally Margaret could not ignore the one question that was bothering her about the sex parties, and she asked, "OK, each of you, how many men have you been with?" Denise replied she had been with fourteen junior officers. Smiling, Denise added, "That is less than I expected," but she explained she had only been attending the parties for a couple of months. When Andrea replied she was starting the party with her first being number sixty, and looked forward too adding five more to her total at the party tonight. Lana was a complete surprise, and told she was now on eighty-two, but only forty were from this base. She explained she had been part of a group at Pearl, and would have thirty women at some parties. Pearl Harbor was notorious for adultery and even some husbands attended. It was really a swinger's club, more than the absent husband club held here in Norfolk. She stated some of the women who had been at Pearl, were at this base and their husbands knew about them and were bugged by their husband's to let them attend. Listening to Kitty tell of how many men she had sex with, about knocked Margaret off her chair. "Let me see now, I've been involved in this for six months and from what my notes tell me this will be the night I hit one hundred." Kitty had taken a small note book from her purse and shown a log of each man she'd been with. Her notebook listed each sailor she had sex with, what they had done sexually together. To everyone's surprise, she told how about meeting several men, and not all military, at motels during the weeks when no party was held. All were surprised at her list and decided they would try to recreate a list from their past encounters. Margaret was stunned. These women had been involved with several men and she hadn't known such activity was taking place. Did Brad know about these parties and had he attended them, she wondered? She wanted to read the list the women would have and asked Kitty if she could read hers? "Don't see why not. Just bring it back with you tonight, OK?" When Margaret returned home, she first sent an e-mail to Brad about the cruise being extended and then tried to reach him by phone. His aide answered his phone and informed her that he was in the war room but would let him know she called. However, it could be hours or more before he was free. OK, she thought, he'd best call by 7:00 or she might attend the party after all. Her mind was in a turmoil about Brad not telling her the tour might be extended but that all the other wives were aware of it being the case. For Margaret, as she read from Kitty's notebook, she couldn't believe some of the names. Some of the men were part of the large circle of friends she and Brad were friends with. When she saw Tom's name she read Kitty's comment and found she had made a separate section for him. Never would she have believed her closest friend would have been with Tom, not only once, but eight times in all. The last entry told how she had let him, as Kitty wrote, "Do me up my butt." Briefly she had written that it was extremely painful but allowed him to do it twice and when Margaret saw the date she remembered that date was last Saturday, before she had seen them together at the antique mall on Sunday. What was it like, Margaret wondered, as she read Kitty's description several times, about having sex in her butt. Kitty's descriptive comments of how the pain was also pleasure fascinated Margaret. So many times Brad had attempted to have her allow him take her body in such a fashion but she always refused. Then Margaret understood why men wanted anal sex, and she knew that she would allow Dave to do it again to her. Even though she had told herself when it happened that she would never allow that again. A few minutes after seven, Margaret checked the e-mails and didn't find a response to hers. She walked into her bedroom and undressed and got into the bathtub and filled it with bath oil that in some way observed itself into your skin and lasted for almost eight hours. Then she climbed into the tub and spent considerable time in shaving her legs and making sure they were exceptionally smooth. Looking at the thick growth of hair that surrounded her female opening, and across her mons, Margaret always found it pleasant to run her fingers through the massive dark hairs. Trimming her pubes, she took even more care in being sure they had no prickly stubs that weren't smooth. She rinsed off and before drying herself she stepped in front of the floor length mirror and parting her legs finished trimming her dark thick bush along the labia, so it was even in a line where the lips of her sex met the joint of her legs. Dressing in a frilly cocktail dress, which was full at the bottom, so when she twirled it would swing outward and provide a view of her shapely legs. She had worn this dress to the OC a couple of times and when she and Brad danced to an old-fashioned jitterbug number, she saw the men looking to see how high up her legs they could look. Before leaving the house she again checked for any e- mail from Brad. Finding none, she again called his cell phone number and again his aide answered the phone. When the aide again informed her that he was preoccupied she snapped, "Tell him, and write this down, do you have paper and a pen ready? I will be preoccupied also tonight. And thanks for not telling me your tour had been extended. Love your wife, What's Her Name." When the aide attempted to explain about his being in a meeting she hung up the phone. Just as she was ready to walk out the door, the phone rang. Thinking it might be Brad, she answered the phone. It was Brad and he sounded angry and told her, he must make the call brief as he was meeting with some high ranking officers. She understood that meant Admirals but that didn't resolve the hurt she had from finding out his tour had been extended. "Margaret, I'm uncertain how you found out about the tour but right now I cannot discuss that matter under any circumstances, please understand." Brad continued speaking and informed her there are reports from the base that sounds like some serious trouble with some of the wives and other officers. "I have received a copy of an investigative report and you must be extremely cautious of whom your friends are. I can't say more but I hope you understand. I love you and must get back to my meeting. What did you wish to speak with me about?" "Brad, I miss you and want you home. If the rumors are what I think they are I'm aware of some of the problems but not for sure. I love you, Brad. Please be careful and come home. Bye." There could be no doubt that he was speaking about the wives and officers being involved in sexual conduct that includes adultery and such, like the party planned for tonight. Picking up the phone, she called Kitty. "Hi Kitty. This is Margaret. I must see you before you leave for the party. I'll be over in a few minutes. Don't leave until I speak with you." "What is it, Margaret? I'm ready to leave for the party. Can't it wait until I see you then?" "No!" Then Margaret added, "Kitty, you must not leave until I see you. I'm on my way. Do not speak or call anyone until I get there. OK? Bye." Driving over to Kitty's seemed to be the longest five minutes ever, but she arrived at Kitty's house and found her waiting for her with the door open. Walking inside, Margaret closed the door behind her and taking Kitty's hand in hers, explained about tonight and that there is evidently an investigation regarding the parties. "Kitty, you mustn't go tonight." "I had planned on going but I just found out the military is conducting investigations about the sex club," Margaret explained. She cautioned Kitty she must not speak to anyone about the matter. "I think we should pack our bags and take a quick vacation for a week or so until we find out what is going on. If we aren't here, they can't question us. I'm going home and pack some things and I'm going on a vacation. Please come with me. I don't want you or Jerry hurt from all of this." "God. Does someone know what we've been doing? Does Jerry know? Oh Margaret, I'm scarred. Should we tell the others?" "No! Absolutely not! We can't speak of this to anyone else. Why don't you pack a few things and we'll take a quick trip? Just call Denise, and tell her that something has come up and you are going with me because of an emergency." After Kitty called Denise, she packed her bag and they drove to Margaret's and she packed her things for at least a week's trip. She knew they could stay longer by laundering their clothes when necessary, or even purchase a few items to help out if needed. Driving until about eleven, they pulled the corvette into a Holiday Inn and checked in for the night. They were dressed as they had been for the party, and decided to check out the local lounge across the parking lot from the motel. The cocktail lounge had the normal Saturday night crowd, listening to a three-piece group, with a female singer, who did a great job on the CW songs. After twenty minutes, the locals got brave enough to ask them to dance. Kitty looked at Margaret and said why not, were all dressed so we'll relax a little and enjoy the band. Margaret agreed and danced with an attractive man who was decked out in cowboy gear, including a hat. She asked him to take the hat off and then she would dance with him. For three songs they danced together and both of them found it pleasant and their dance partners were interesting and not pushy. When they came back to their table, the men asked if they could join them and get then a drink if they wanted one. Margaret told Kitty it was okay with her if she agreed, she would like some company to just speak about something different. The next song begin was a slow number and both of them agreed to dance. Margaret felt Tony holding her just a little tighter and when his leg wedged in between her thighs, she didn't hinder his leg pressing against her sex. When the song ended, the band played another slow number and by now Margaret could feel Tony's organ pressing against her upper thigh and she pressed back against him to let him know she enjoyed the body contact between them. Kitty was allowing the same intimacy between she and Larry as they moved their bodies against each other while they danced to the slow ballads, the singer was putting all her effort into. Both of the women were feeling the effects of not completing the final acts of sexual release they had planned for the party. They were aware that several men would have likely taken them into sexual bless. Although they had discussed Brad's warning as they drove to where they were spending the night, the sexual desires were still high. Tony was becoming aroused very quickly and the feel of Margaret against him, made him even harder. He knew she liked the feel of him rubbing against her, as her arms were pulling him to her body. For Margaret, she was highly charged for sex as she felt Tony's firmness against her leg. She moved so Tony's erection pushed against her mons. Within moments her body became tense and knew she was about to climax from his pushing against her pubic area. "Oh, oh," she moaned softly as she felt her body betray her and she climaxed like a young girl would dance at her prom. "Enjoy it Margaret. Let it feel good for you. Your body got so stiff. I've never felt a woman get off like that before. You've made my night for me," Tony spoke as he felt her climax. Once the dance was over, Kitty suggested they go to the women's room together. "Margaret, I think we should leave as Larry wants us all to party, as he called his suggestion." "Your right about that and I have to tell you, I just climaxed from rubbing against Tony and he was really hard. There must be truth to what they say about young guys. The idea came into my mind, we would be going from the frying pan and into the skillet, as the saying goes, if we ended up in bed with them. We'll tell them we need to call it a night and we see them when we get back home in a couple of weeks." After telling Tony and Larry good night, they walked back to their motel room and once inside, removed their clothes in front of each other without any qualms. Kitty was familiar with being nude in front of women from attending the sex parties. For Margaret it was a new experience and she didn't think about her actions until Kitty whistled and walked over and touched her arm. "You are extremely attractive and your shape is better than mine. How old are you, Margaret, if you don't mind my asking?" Smiling at Kitty's compliment, she replied, "Forty- six." Standing close together they could see any flaw in their bodies and Margaret saw no condition on Kitty that a man could fault. From a woman's perspective, Margaret felt somewhat uncomfortable as she became aroused sexually from viewing all of Kitty's body. Kitty was now removing her panties as she had already removed her bra and noted that the young woman's pubic hair was extremely sparse and yet she evidently didn't trim it at all as it grew down between her gorgeous thighs. "God, Kitty, you're terrific and I..." Margaret could not finish her comment as she remembered when she was thirteen and her cousin Anna, who was twenty-one, had taken her with her on a two-week vacation to Europe. The first night they were in London, the hotel room had only one bed and they slept together. Anna suggested they sleep in the nude together, as it would be cooler as the room lacked air conditioning, as they were traveling on a budget priced tour. Memories of that night, and those of the following two weeks together with Anna, hadn't risen in her mind as a scant thought for more than thirty years. Now her mind recaptured the image of feeling another female touching her and leading her into the art of Lesbo love. Her mind recalled she had awoke and found Anna was curled up against her as she lay on her back and Anna was on her right-side facing her. Becoming more awake, she became cognizant that Anna's left leg was laying partially across her body. Then she felt Anna moving her hand over her stomach and then down until she was playing with the few curls adorning her sex Margaret felt somewhat scarred at what Anna was doing but it made her tingle and she faked being asleep. When Anna's hand moved between her legs, Margaret gasped out a slight ugh, as she felt her cousin's fingers play over her vagina. Then a finger moved inside the opening between her slightly short of puberty attained sex. She remembered reaching down and taking Anna's arm in her hand to remove it from touching her private area. Yet she remembered she didn't pull her hand away but seemed to not want her to touch her so personally, and yet wanted the contact. Thinking back, she remembered Anna's words as if they were being spoken at that instance, "Let it be for you, Dear Cousin Margaret." Margaret did not hinder Anna as she brought her to the first climax of her life. The feeling was so over whelming that Margaret commenced crying. Not from fear or what she had allowed Anna to do with her, but because the shock of something feeling so wonderful to her young body didn't permit her to speak out her feelings. During the rest of the vacation, Anna had led her young cousin into all aspects of lesbian love. When Margaret felt Anna make oral love to her she couldn't lay still and sobbed out during the complete time she was being stimulated in the surrender of her teenage passions. By the time she climaxed from oral sex, for her very first time, Margaret had never believed what sex could do to a person's mind and body. After a few times, Anna convinced Margaret to do the same to her. The act of taking Anna with her mouth and tongue wasn't unpleasant Margaret recalled, but she hadn't enjoyed it like she did when Anna would take her to the stars licking between her young, and not quite shapely legs. Thinking back, as she viewed Kitty's nude form, created an urge to venture into an experiment with her friend. I wonder if she would become upset or what she would do if I reached out and touched her breast, Margaret wondered? Kitty was watching her friend and wondering what she must be thinking as the expressions on her face kept changing and most of the few seconds she was observing Margaret, her eyes were practically closed. Speaking softly, and reading her mind at last, Kitty asked, "Would you like to sleep together tonight?" Margaret was stunned with her quick reply as Kitty's question had brought her back to the present time with a shock, "Oh, Kitty, would you think I'm awful for such a thing?" "No. We need to finish what we didn't get at the base or at the bar tonight. I'm used to being with women at the parties and sometimes I wish the men hadn't been in attendance, and the wives would have taken me." "Kitty, I did this when I was thirteen during a two- week vacation to Europe with my cousin Anna, who was twenty-one. That was the only time and I was remembering that when you ask if I wanted to have us sleep together." Moving closer to Margaret, the younger woman took her hand and led her to the bed. Margaret lay back, as she did so Kitty moved into a setting position next to her and begin exploring between her temporary lover's legs and pubic area. "Your legs are like smooth glass and I love the way you trim your thick pubes." With that comment expressing how she viewed her friends personal body, Kitty moved between Margaret's legs and begin to take her in lesbian love, and before the night ended had done so three times. Margaret lay exhausted after the second climax Kitty brought down from her in complete release of her emotions. Around three in the morning Margaret was wakened to the feeling of Kitty again going down on her and keeping her at the edge of a climax for several minutes. Finally Margaret cried out to her friend for relief, "Kitty, take me - god, take me. I need to come so bad. Please? Oh god, Kitty, I'm coming so hard - god it's so hard and gooood!" Moving up from between Margaret's widely spread legs, Kitty lay over her body and placed her lips to her lover's. At first, Margaret wasn't certain she wanted to be kissed by another woman. Then she moved her tongue into her friend's mouth and sought out Kitty tongue, Now Margaret felt her own needs becoming aroused to satisfy her friend Kitty. Being kissed by Kitty brought forth sensations that a man's kisses didn't the feel same as you when she felt another woman's lips on her own. It felt like Kitty's lips were softer than a man's, and gave a warm sensuous feeling. Margaret thought, I'm not a kisser, even with Brad, but with Kitty I feel inclined to have her lips on my neck, my breast and stomach. Kitty's lips were soft like the pads on a puppy's feet, Margaret thought. Her lips on mine create the need to feel her sex against mine. To be arduously, gently and sensuously lost in the moment of feeling a woman's sex responds to my tongue and lips caressing hers until she reaches a climax in pure pleasure of a woman's touch. ** She lay on top of Kitty, rubbing her pubes against her pubic area and found Kitty was softer and squishier than a man. A man's parts were in all the wrong places it seemed to Margaret as she ground her sex against another woman's. The feeling her pubes against Kitty's were an instinct of womanhood, as you feel the sensations against your pussy and you don't care that it is a woman who is touching you. It feels good, Margaret thought, and I'm able to lose myself in the feeling as it overwhelms me, and we climax together. It is a warm and soft feeling that is taking me into a new dimension that Brad can't give me. Margaret thought she would most likely not desire or consider sex with another woman like this after Kitty. The same as I'd forgotten having Anna give her that first bisexual experiences. I have always known something was missing in my married life, and now I wonder if it was not having this type of sex since I was thirteen, Margaret asked herself? After the exhausting sexual encounter between them, they went to sleep in each other's arms. Margaret woke up first and looking at the clock saw it was eight in the morning. Looking over at her friend, she saw Kitty was still sleeping soundly. Moving gently, Margaret leaned over and placed her lips on Kitty's exposed left breast and as she took it into her mouth, flipped her tongue lightly across the pink bud that hardened in her oral caress. For the next two weeks the two women traveled across the state of Florida and enjoyed the cool waters of the Atlantic and the warm waters of the Gulf. Walking around the small and uninhabited Ft. Myers' Honeymoon Beach, they found time to speak about their lives from childhood until the present. Both of them discussed their nightly, and sometimes, daily sexual encounters with each other. Neither could find any problem with what they were engaged in with each other. Kitty found the older woman the most sensuous female she had ever encountered. Margaret thought to herself that no female should be just pure sex as Kitty exudes. Telling her one day as they walked along the beach, "Kitty, you're made for sex. Nothing else can describe you and how you appear. It isn't any wonder you became so deep into the sex club at the base, you're pure unadulterated sex, Kitty. No one individual will ever be able to satisfy you, of that I'm certain. Perhaps you should lead Jerry into believing he has decided to take up swinging after he retires. Maybe I can do the same with Brad," laughing she told Kitty. That evening they went to a local hangout and wore their party dresses from the ill-fated Saturday night party and both were about to give into temptation with a couple of vacationing college boys, when Margaret's cell phone rang. The call was from Brad and he said he was glad she and Kitty had taken a vacation away from the base as he had been advised that a major scandal was brewing about some crazy sex club that was centered around the officers' club. During their conversation, Brad told her, it likely would be covered up as some very high ranking officer's wives' were involved. Then he dropped a bombshell of news. Both he and Jerry were about to retire after the cruise and become members of a reserve unit. They had determined that the long tours were too much for them as they missed their wives. After several minutes' Brad said, Jerry had just walked into his room. Margaret told Brad goodbye and she was having drinks with Kitty, and to put Jerry on the phone. Kitty about cried when Jerry gave her the news about his considering to retire from the Navy after this tour. Not missing the chance to give him food for thought she laughingly told him, "Margaret and I are having drinks. Jerry there are a lot of handsome young twenty-one plus studs are just panting to do us, would you mind? Maybe you and I should consider becoming swingers when you leave the Navy, and you get their teenage wives for your partner. Yeah, I know, and I'll get the old men, someone like my husband." That night Margaret was very aggressive when they were having sex. She took Kitty in so may various embraces, that finally Kitty told her she could take anymore. They couldn't believe the next morning was the day they had to start back to Norfolk. They lay in bed and studied each other's sex as they lay head-to-foot with the other. Kitty loved the neat trim of the thick hair over Margaret's vulva. But for Margaret, she couldn't get over the sparse hair covering the complete pubic are and onto the upper thighs where Kitty's legs joined her torso. Margaret loved to tug and slightly twist the pubes as she played all around Kitty's small sexual opening. Kitty had hardly any major labia on each side of her vagina and the minor labia were just small lips that protected the entrance of her sex. Her sex gave one the impression that it belongs to a five or a six-year-old girl, if that wasn't making the age too old. They ended up making love together with tremendous stamina before getting up, showering and dressing in casual clothes and them having breakfast. After eating they returned to the motel, packed their clothes and set out for Norfolk with the top down on the corvette. Margaret's mind was turning over and over about what she had allowed her body to dictate sexually in the past couple of weeks. First it was with Dave, then she considered the young Marine as a sexual partner and then preparing to attend the sex club party. That would have been nothing but an orgy. Even the night her and Kitty had left on this jaunt, she had climaxed by rubbing her sex against a young boy, Tony, as she danced to a slow country and western ballad. Then she thought of the past two weeks with Kitty. From their first night together she had been so aggressive in initiating sex with Kitty. Somehow, the taking of Kitty was almost an act of lust that had been deep in her mind since she was thirteen. Cousin Anna had shown her the ultimate act of sex, when she got her first climax. When Anna had finished bringing her off about the fourth or fifth night of their sexual tryst, she was surprised when Anna showed her the item she had purchased in the store with all the magazines. Margaret was shocked to see so many items that were all about sex in one spot. She remembered picking one up and looking at the cover with the two women doing to a man what she and Anna did to each other. Her mind remembered how Anna had taken the slender pink plastic item and told her that tonight she would be a man for her. Margaret knew it was representative of a man's penis but couldn't figure out exactly what Anna meant when she said she would be a man for her tonight. That night Anna had asked, "Margaret, will you do oral sex on me first?" After she felt Anna climax, Margaret was surprised when Anna got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. The room was dark and Margaret couldn't see that Anna had fastened the pink thing on her body with some material. Anna got back in bed and started kissing Margaret nipples until Margaret felt herself starting to squirm in anticipation of feeling Anna's mouth on her sex. Whispering to her as she moved between her legs she remembered for the first time in all these years what Anna had said and done. "Margaret, I'm going to be the man tonight and make love to you like a male would. Put your hand down and feel what I have strapped on my waist." When her hand touched the male shaped item, attached to cousin Anna's body, she withdrew her hand but Anna again asked her to touch it and place it at the entrance of her sex. Margaret remembered thinking how scarred she was as she could not imagine Anna doing what she was. Never would Margaret fail to again relieve what had occurred that night. Cousin Anna had begun to work the item in the entrance of her sex. Margaret thought back and her mind for the first time ever, flashed her to the feeling of pain she got when Anna shoved, with all her might, the pink thing deep inside her body. Margaret for the first time, realized that was when she had lost her virginity. Tears formed in her eyes and finally Kitty asked her, "Margaret is something wrong? Pull off at the next exit and stop for a while. Why are you crying? Is it because of what I led you into these past two weeks?" "No. Kitty, I was just reminiscing about what happened to me during the past couple of weeks and how I really lost my virginity." "I thought you were a virgin on your wedding night, with Brad being your first." "Wait until I get off at this exit and we'll take a coffee break and I can talk to you about lots of things. I just hope you won't think I'm two-faced and hate me afterwards, Kitty." They took the last booth in the restaurant and ordered some coffee and sandwiches. "Kitty, don't interrupt me until I've finished my story, OK?" "Sure Margaret. Take as long as you want as we have no real time to get back to Norfolk. Heck, take a week if you want and that way I can seduce you seven more times. By the way you look cute with a tear drop running down you check with a black tail behind it, Margaret dearest." Margaret then told Kitty how she had really lost her virginity and hadn't admitted to it until she remembered it just a few minutes ago as she was driving and started to cry. "Kitty, I was having an affair with an eighteen-year-old sailor back at the base. He was a virgin and now he is in love with me. I'm even older than his mother." Margaret continued on with her story of what she considered perversion and so unlike the image she had maintained all these years and had never cheated on Brad until a few weeks ago. Her story included watching her twins engage in sex and she now realized her secret desire was to have sex with Matt. She would love to have been his first and wonder what it would have been like to have felt him enter her body when he was only fourteen? Margaret skipped no details of her sexual escapees, including her planned meeting with Tom the night she and the others at the OC. Even her planned seduction of the young Marine at the main gate of the base was included in her narrative. "Kitty, I have thoroughly enjoyed sex with you. You're so childlike compared to my forty-six years. I'm in the midst of the menopause and now wonder if it isn't making my hormones crazy. The feeling and the passions I felt when I climaxed from your love making to me are unbelievable. Kitty. I've never got as wet between my legs from sexual excitement as I do when you take me into oblivion. "Does this mean I'm a lesbian, Kitty?" Margaret related how she enjoyed flashing the Marine and a couple of other young boys at the mall. She couldn't consider being so openly blatant with an older man who'd find her conduct either offensively or a direct invitation for sex and make contact for just that, sex. "Does this mean I'm a pedophile, Kitty?" "Kitty, that's about all I can remember, but I needed to tell you. Now tell me how selfish and two-faced I am for concealing my aberrant and perverted sexual acts from you and passing unfair judgment on you and the other wives at the base." Reaching across the table, Kitty took her friend's hand in hers and gently held it as she spoke in reply to Margaret's many comments and confessions, "No, Margaret, you're honest but a very private individual. I'm so happy to be considered your friend that you trust so explicitly you'd share your thought and feeling with." "Look, were in no hurry and I saw an antique store just a little way down the road as we pulled into this truck stop. Lets go walk around and then check into the motel next door and leave off driving for the day. Both of us have emotional baggage that needs a few more days of being together will cure our grief and besides you're a sexy gal, Miss Kitty. The menopause or not!" Walking through the antique store Margaret found an African burial face mask that evidently the store owner must believe was only a reproduction. The price was only $35.00 but Margaret told Kitty, "This is worth, at the least a couple thousand of dollars." Studying the mask, Margaret pointed out that this mask is likely from the early 1800's and appears to be from the Punu people of Gabon. A black mask like this represents the spirit of the dead and were often worn during funerals and explained she couldn't be certain of what she believed about the mask, it had all the appearances of being what she thought. Besides it goes with my other items of African art. After finishing their tour of the store, Margaret paid for the mask. Kitty suggested they head across the road and check into the motel and call it a day. Margaret was feeling a sexual tension that she knew she wished to have finalized and agreed with her friend's suggestion. Taking Kitty's suggestion to heart, Margaret pulled into the motel lot next to the truck stop but they decided there was too much noise from the semis. They drove to one across the interstate and checked in and they took a bath together. "Kitty let me love you now." With that they walked into the room and lay on the one bed. Margaret begins exploring each inch of her consort's body. Her eyes lead the way of her lips and tongue as she reached her Kitty's breast. Licking and sucking each breast but ignoring the nipples until she could see they were hard from her saliva being cooled from the air conditioner in the room. Margaret was fascinated with how they became erect like a minuscule penis and became puckered and drawn up tightly. Then her mouth closed more than first one and them the other as she suckled them and imagined they were lactating. Licking and kissing her way to Kitty's toes and the soles of her feet, Margaret sucked her small appendages of her friend's feet. She would run her tongue between each digit as she sucked then gently and with a deep warmth of care. Her mouth moved up to the small opening between the exquisite thighs of her passive lover. Her eyes gazed at the small sex and it seemed so smooth without a trace of hair to adorn her female entrance of Hymens Temple. Softly she blew her warm breath against Kitty's vulva and watched her small indentation open like a tiny flower. The smooth lines of her sex seemed so odd to her without the puffy mons and labia that normally adorns a woman's sex. When it opened and the inner tiny flap like lips showed they were guarding her entrance of love, Margaret kissed it kindness. Her tongue moved to taste her friend and then to move within her depths as far as she could reach with her tongue. Almost immediately, Margaret found her friend was becoming excited and her female juices were being to flow. Kitty moaned out as she felt her Margaret taking her wetness onto her tongue and drinking it into her mouth. Margaret loved feeling Kitty's hips began the play of desire as they moved up and down in the need of sexual contact. Margaret wanted to do something for her friend, that she had only experienced once before in her life and that was from Anna. Moving Kitty around she placed her on her stomach and then begin to kiss her back and down her legs and back to her hips. Using her hands she lightly gripped each of Kitty's small rounded hips and spread them apart. She looked at the puckered entrance before her and slowly placed the tip of her tongue against it and licked gently. Continuing with her oral caress until she could feel its natural tightness relax, and Margaret's tongue tip, entered slightly within the tight anal opening. The feeling of Margaret licking and kissing her all over and the play on her nipples and between her legs had created desire to climax, was beyond any Kitty had ever felt. Now she believed Margaret had given her the ultimate sexual stimulation. Kitty had watched a few of the women in the group perform such erotic acts with the men at the sex parties. She had always considered it abhorrent and disgusting. Now Margaret was giving her a rim job. Kitty felt her climax ready to heave her body in the strongest orgasm she would likely ever have. When Margaret begin to push her tongue tip as deep as possible into her rear opening, Kitty's body became tense. Kitty released her climax and her hips rose at least a foot up form the bed. Kitty sobbed out, "Margaret, oh Margaret, I'm coming! God, I'm coming so hard. God, Margaret, it's incredible." With that, Margaret felt Kitty shudder as the climax overtook her and she at last lay still, Margaret moved up alongside her friend and went to sleep. The next day as they were driving North on I-75, a speeding 18 wheel fuel tanker control lost control, crossed the center medium, and crashed head-on into a red corvette with two women. The tanker caught on fire and the heat from the burning tanker full of gasoline, melted the fiberglass cab of the Freightliner and the corvette with the two women. The corvette had been dragged for several hundred feet under the tractor-trailer and from all indications the two women's heads had been torn off from the impact of the wreck. Identification of the female driver and her passenger took a few days to complete. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35