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The Making Of A Fighter Pilot's Whore
by Muff Diver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

***

An Air Force fighter Pilot's wife begins her adult life 
as a very conventional typical house wife and home 
maker and is transformed into a sophisticated high 
class and very epensive whore with the approval and 
eager collaboration of her husband. (MMF, bi, inc, 1st, 
swing, military)

***

Chapter 1 Prologue: Veronica, the Whore and My Wife 

I'm sitting here in my car parked in front of the 
entrance to the Springfield Hilton in Fairfax, Virginia 
at 7:00am on Sunday morning waiting for a cell phone 
call from my wife, Lydia, as I write this account on my 
laptop. She had an all-night consulting engagement with 
a client that started yesterday afternoon and I'm 
waiting for her to tell me that she is finished with 
her work and is ready for me to take her home. 

She asked me to be here at 7 am because she says her 
client has to leave early this morning but she is not 
sure exactly when or whether he will want to use her 
services some more before he leaves. So I'm watching 
the entrance to the hotel for the airline shuttle to 
pick up any airline pilots and other crewmembers 
because that will mean that Lydia's engagement is 
probably over and I will be getting the call very soon. 
Her client is an airline pilot who she has consulted 
with several times before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he will do between my legs is to use his tongue 
once in a while to lightly lick my clit. His real focus 
is fucking me while I talk dirty to him, licking and 
sucking my tits, and having me suck his cock and eat 
his cum. He really likes it when I talk dirty to him 
and tell him how much I love the taste of his cum and 
beg him to fill my mouth with his cock sauce so I can 
roll it around on my tongue and feel it slide down my 
throat. 

That is guaranteed to make him empty his balls with 
many multiple shots of cum when he blows his wad. But 
he's also got really outstanding staying and recovery 
power. It really is amazing how he always has a load of 
cum to deliver every time he fucks me or I suck him 
off. 

It seems like his cum sac is never empty, so I'll 
probably get fucked at least half a dozen times and 
give him at least that many blow jobs before the night 
is over. He really does love the way I suck his cock, 
but what really drives him crazy is when I open my 
mouth with it full of his cum and let him watch all of 
his delicious cock sauce slide down my throat.

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

I said, "Oh yeah, now I remember. He was a former air 
force pilot wasn't he? I'll never forget when you got 
home from that trip and were telling me all about the 
fucking and sucking you two did. You were so animated 
and happy, that for a while I was scared that you were 
going to dump me as your business manager and pimp and 
leave me for him." 

I paused for a few seconds thinking, and then laughed 
as I continued, "But then I knew I didn't have anything 
to worry about when I realized that he must have been a 
bomber or transport guy when he was in the air force 
because I can tell you for sure that there is no way in 
hell he could ever have been a fighter pilot."

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

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

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

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

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

But listen honey, I have a five-hour date from 6 pm to 
11 next Wednesday night with that attorney from the 
Department of Justice with the pencil thin five-inch 
dick. He's such a wimp with a real bad case of low 
self-esteem that I know he would love to let you watch 
him fuck me, especially after I tell him you're my weak 
dick husband with a puny little prick who can't satisfy 
me, and that's why I'm a whore because it's the only 
way I can find enough real men with powerful cocks to 
fuck me.

I'll sweeten the pot by offering him a $100 discount 
for letting you watch him possess me. He will jump at 
that baby because he will love to believe that he is 
humiliating you by fucking your woman and it will make 
him feel like a real macho man stud. How does that 
sound baby? You could probably get away with taking 
some pictures of me sucking his cock and my face 
covered in cum. He's such a weak pussy, that he would 
be afraid to object, especially if we promise to keep 
his face out of any of the pictures."

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

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

Another option that we might consider is taking a 
separate small one bedroom or efficiency apartment to 
have a place for three ways and other gang-bang type 
parties. You know three of the other airline guys that 
Steve recommended frequently fly together as a crew, 
and two of them have already suggested that it would be 
fun to have a party where I could service all three of 
them at the same time whenever they are in town for a 
layover on one of their overseas trips. 

You know, one dick in my cunt, the second dick in my 
ass, and the third dick in my mouth. And with you in 
the mix beating your meat and spraying your cum all 
over my tits, it would be like pulling a train. A small 
train I admit, but the three ways that I have had with 
you is the most I have ever done at the same time and I 
think I would like to try pulling a train. It sounds 
like fun and it's one of my fantasies. Oooohhhh, just 
thinking about is making my cunt wet with excitement.

You know honey, when Erotica reestablished her business 
and included us in her engagements requiring multiple 
consultants, our annual revenues jumped by 300% so that 
we cleared $665,000 in tax free bucks last year and 
business has been continuing to pick up pretty good 
lately, so we could certainly afford the investment. 
Also, we wouldn't have to worry about all the problems 
we've had in the past finding ways to keep the kids 
from finding out I'm a whore whenever they come home 
for holidays and summer breaks. It's something to think 
about. 

Anyway sweetie, don't worry. I'm working on getting you 
into the room with me more often than the two or three 
times a month that we have been able to manage up to 
now so you can get your rocks off watching me fuck our 
clients and suck their cocks, and eat their loads of 
cum, and I might just surprise you sooner than you 
think."

All that sounded really exciting to me, so I said, "God 
honey. That sounds exciting to me. I would love to 
watch you pull a train just as long as I get to be the 
caboose. I'll start tonight while you're fucking Steve 
to work out a business plan with financial projections 
and everything. But you know best honey, and I'll leave 
all the decisions in your very capable hands. But can 
we work out the details later? 

Right now, all this talk about your five star cunt, and 
you pulling a train, has got me big time turned on and 
all I want to do now is to have you suck my cock and 
tell me how much you love the taste of my cum and beg 
me to fill your mouth with my hot cock sauce, and then 
fuck your brains out and suck up all your tasty cunt 
juice. So let's hit the sack babe!"

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


Chapter 2: A Professional Whore's Primer


Well if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm an ex-
air force fighter pilot and I've been retired from 
active duty for about three years now, and my wife, 
Lydia, is... I guess there is no other way to say it... 
a whore. But let me be clear. Lydia isn't just some 
common street whore who takes any thing that comes 
along and gives a lot of blow jobs in alleys or the 
front seat of her john's cars for $25 a suck. 

She is a very upscale kind of whore who only fucks and 
sucks men by appointment, and only after she has had an 
opportunity to meet them in a public social type 
setting, like for lunch, or maybe an afternoon at a 
museum, with no sex involved to get to know them before 
deciding whether or not she will accept them as a 
client, for our 'full service professional sex 
consulting' business as she likes to describe what our 
business is all about. 

The rates for her time are $250 an hour for the first 
two hours and $150 an hour for every hour over two up 
to five hours and $100 an hour from six to eight hours. 
There is a two-hour minimum for all of her engagements 
because Lydia says it is not possible to deliver really 
top quality services in less than two hours and she 
refuses to relax her standards for providing the best 
quality services that completely delight and satisfy 
her clients. 

She maintains that all customers deserve, at a minimum, 
at least four great orgasms to include at least one 
good cum swallowing blow-job for the prices they pay 
for using her cunt, mouth and ass. Anything over eight 
hours up to 24 hours is considered an all-nighter and 
costs a flat $1500, but the client must include dinner 
as part of the engagement. Anything over 24 hours such 
as a week-end is negotiated on a case by case basis. 

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

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

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

Of course most of her engagements are focused on 
fucking and cock sucking almost exclusively, but not 
always. Occasionally a client only wants her as his 
date as beautiful, sexy eye candy adorning his arm at 
some occasion such as a business conference or maybe a 
concert, or some other such occasion. 

Last month the CEO of a big company bought her time to 
be his woman for a weekend at a posh resort in North 
Carolina where he was having an off-site business 
meeting of his company's top executives. Everyone was 
there without their wives. But most of them had "paid 
for women" to keep them company at night, alias whores 
of one type or another, as in either professional 
whores, mistresses, or wannabe mistresses auditioning 
to become full time mistresses. 

But when Lydia negotiated the weekend engagement for 
$4000 with all expenses paid, the CEO made it clear 
that she would not have to provide any sexual services. 
Lydia thought that was a little strange, but then 
thought, well maybe he's gay. But when they went to bed 
that first night, Lydia discovered that the poor guy 
couldn't have an erection. 

He had to have his prostate removed for cancer a couple 
of years before, and that, together with the medication 
he had to take, made him unable to have an erection. 
But she said he really was a very nice man that looked 
to be in his late 40s and she felt so sorry for his 
predicament that she went ahead and tried to fuck him 
anyway, but with out success. 

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

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

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

He told her that was the first orgasm he had had since 
his operation and that he tried beating off before, but 
it's just impossible to beat off a completely limp 
dick. He then tried using paid whores and had used a 
number of other escorts in the past, but all of them 
gave up when they saw how soft and limp his dick was 
and none of them even tried to make the kind of effort 
that Lydia did to help him satisfy his needs. 

The poor guy was so grateful, that he gave her a $2000 
bonus, and said that he wished his bitch of a wife 
would be so considerate as to suck his limp dick like 
that. But after he had his operation, his wife went out 
and found herself a gigolo that she could cock suck for 
fresh cum to eat and then have her cunt and ass fucked 
and filled with her gigolo's hot cum.

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

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

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

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


Chapter 3: Air Force Squadron Life


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

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

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

I have had men tell me that when they are with her at 
dinner or just having drinks together and talking, that 
she has a way of moving with such a slow, sensuous, 
languid grace such as whenever she would take a sip of 
her drink, or raise her fork to eat something, or just 
adjust her hair while giving them her complete 
undivided attention with such a quiet intensity and 
interest in them, that it made them feel like she was 
imagining that she was sucking their cocks or fucking 
them and that was so erotic that it drove them crazy 
with lust for her body. 
 
Lydia and I were married immediately out of college and 
I entered the Air Force as a brand new second 
lieutenant and started pilot training to get my wings. 
The first 7 or 8 years of my air force career were 
pretty standard with nothing remarkable to talk about. 
I got my wings and was assigned to a squadron and Lydia 
and I began our life in the air force together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 4 A Wife's Betrayal and Friendship Lost


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

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

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

We were sitting in the dark in a triangle in the middle 
of the living room floor on the carpet with only a 
candle burning in a dish in the middle of our triangle 
for light. We were swigging down tequila shooters, 
telling dirty jokes, and talking about the crazy things 
that had happened that night during the party. We were 
so wasted I don't even remember most of what we did or 
talked about. 

But I do remember Lydia laughing about all the noise 
Jan Sparks had made when her husband, Bob, took her in 
to our son's room around midnight to fuck her. Jan had 
a massive orgasm because everyone in the house heard 
her screaming, "Oh my god, I'm cumming, fuck me harder 
baby, pound that hard cock into my cunt, Aaahhhh... I 
can feel your hot jism filling me up... don't stop 
lover... I'm CUMMING! OH GOD AM I'M CUMMING!" 

When they finally came out of the bedroom everyone in 
the house was waiting for them and we all broke out in 
a spontaneous round of applause. Jan had a big 
satisfied smile on her face and was sensuously licking 
her lips as she acknowledged the applause, and Bob was 
taking bows right and left as he announced to all, "I'm 
available by appointment only ladies. Sign up now for 
the best times. Early cums are always better than 
later." 

Everyone was laughing at his joke and some of the wives 
ran up to him saying things like, 'Sign me up lover, my 
cunt is itching and I want one of the first available 
appointments.'

All of us were wasted out of our minds and Lydia and I 
heard one of the wives that were standing behind us say 
to another wife, "God I'm horny. I sure would like to 
have a taste of Bob's cock and cum and then have him 
stuff it deep in my cunt. If he can make that uptight 
Jan come like that, he must be one super cocksman." 

The other wife answered, "Me too Betty. I too would 
love to suck his dick and have him ram it in my cunt, 
but if I did and Pete caught me, or found about it, he 
would kick my ass from here to Sunday and throw me out 
of the house for good with a divorce. But I don't 
intend to become one of those pitiful, slutty, divorced 
fighter jocks' ex-wives hanging around the O Club bar 
on Friday nights hoping to snag some unsuspecting 
fighter pilot cock. So I think I'll just stick to my 
fantasies. Pete's prick may not be the biggest in the 
world, but he knows how to use it, and when it's not 
enough, his hard tongue in my cunt makes up the 
difference. I'm not complaining."

She was talking about the sorry ex-wives of fighter 
pilots who had been caught cheating on their husbands, 
who then kicked them out and divorced them. Every 
fighter base O Club always had a few of them hanging 
around the bar at the Club desperately trying to latch 
on to some fighter jock who would marry her. 

They really were pathetic sluts and always good for a 
quick piece of ass or a blow-job if a jock couldn't 
find anything better. The bachelor's in the squadron 
didn't mind though, because they never had to pay for a 
whore. O Club bar sluts were always free. No self-
respecting fighter pilot would ever be caught paying 
for that kind of slut no matter how horny he was. 

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

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

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

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

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

Norm said, "I wouldn't bother Lydia. Old Harvey here is 
so fucking drunk- Harvey is what Beth calls my cock- 
that he is probably going to pass out any minute 
anyway. See, he's starting to wilt already," as he 
reached into his fly and pulled out his now semi erect 
cock that was getting limp and let it hang out of his 
fly. I was surprised. But not because he whipped out 
his cock and exposed it to Lydia. That's the kind of 
thing one would expect from a totally raunchy ass hole 
like Norm, but rather I was surprised at how small it 
was. 

"It couldn't have been more than five inches long and I 
doubt that it would have even made a six incher when 
completely hard. It surprised me that such a famous 
cocksman like Norm would have such a puny little 
pecker. Norm continued talking and said, "If you wake 
up Beth and get her over here now, and all she gets is 
this limp dick, she's gonna be so pissed that I won't 
get any pussy for at least eight hours, and she will 
make me suck out her smelly cunt, and that's cruel and 
unusual punishment. Now someone pass the tequila."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my god he saw us Norm, he saw us, what are we going 
to do, he saw us fucking Norm, he saw me fucking you, 
what am I going to do, oh my god, my god...," and I 
heard Norm yell at her, 

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

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


Chapter 5: The Awakening of Erotic Kinky Lust


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

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

I was completely disoriented and confused. Never before 
in my life had I ever been so completely unable to 
decide what was right and what was wrong and how I was 
supposed to deal with a situation. Everything that I 
had ever believed about what it meant to be a 'real 
man' and by association, a fighter pilot, was telling 
me to take actions that I didn't want to take; actions 
that I knew in my heart I couldn't take no matter what 
the consequences would be. 

I couldn't beat the hell out of my friend Norm when I 
knew in my heart that had I been in his shoes, I would 
have done the same thing and eagerly fucked his wife, 
Beth. I couldn't kick my wife out of my home and life 
forever depriving my children of a mother and me the 
woman that I still loved more than ever. 

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

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

But before I could dwell on it, I was distracted as she 
rushed to my chair with her arms outstretched as if to 
hug me crying, "Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Please, please 
believe me, I just don't know how it happened. I was so 
drunk I don't... it didn't mean anything baby please 
believe me. I was drunk and I didn't know what I was 
doing... please oh God... please..." and at the same 
time, Norm had taken a seat on the sofa to my right and 
was also talking at the same time.

"Jesus Dan, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was 
doing. All I remember was falling into bed in a drunken 
stupor and the next thing I knew was I felt a hand 
massaging my cock and I saw this beautiful pair of tits 
leaning over me like I was in a dream and I guess I 
just reacted instinctively. I didn't even realize it 
was Lydia that I was fucking until the light came on. I 
swear to God I didn't. You got to believe me Dan...you 
just got to believe me..."

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

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

"How the hell could you do this to me Norm? I thought 
we were good friends. My god, we've flown together and 
chased pussy together. I trusted you and that was my 
mistake. Now stand up you scumbag piece of shit, stand 
up! I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" 

Norm just sat there bent over with his head in his 
hands and my rage boiled over and I started flailing at 
him with my fists and knocked him off the sofa to the 
floor, but all he did was to curl up into a fetal 
position and covered up his head and body with his arms 
and just took my blows. 

I stopped raining blows on his head and body and yelled 
at him, "Stand up and fight you bastard coward. You owe 
me that you asshole," but he just continued to sit 
there and I leaned down and flailed away again with a 
couple of more punches when all of a sudden all the 
rage just drained out of me and I collapsed back into 
my chair.

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

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

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

When I mentioned how much I wanted to fuck Beth, Norm 
finally looked up at me and I thought I saw a flash of 
fire in his eyes but it quickly subsided and he began 
to speak, "Dan, I'm sorry. You have to believe me that 
I never intended for this to happen. All I know is that 
I was laying on the bed completely blown away and I 
felt and saw this hand stroking my cock with two 
luscious tits resting on my chest. I didn't know it was 
Lydia. 

Her face was turned away from me as she was looking at 
my cock watching it get hard as she stroked it. I 
didn't know who it was and I was so turned on, horny, 
and drunk that I didn't care. I just reacted 
instinctively and pulled her up on the bed under me and 
rammed my cock into her and buried my face in her 
shoulder and hair while I fucked her. I honest to god 
didn't know it was Lydia until the light came on and I 
got a look at her face. That's exactly what happened 
Dan. You've got to believe me. It's the truth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lydia looked up at me with her tear streaked face and 
said, "I'll suck your cock for you Danny and eat your 
cum, but not because you think I sucked off Norm, but 
because you want me to, and I love you and I want to 
please you. But you're wrong Danny. I didn't give Norm 
a blowjob. It's true that we were making out in the 
living room and I took off my blouse and bra so he 
could suck and play with my tits. That was wrong and 
stupid of me, and my only excuse is that I was drunk 
and not thinking straight. When you went to take a piss 
and left me there with Norm everything was fine. 

We were just laughing and joking about the funny things 
that happened during the party. But when you didn't 
come back for the longest time I got up to go look for 
you and saw you passed out on the bed. So I went back 
to tell Norm that you were passed out and that I was 
going to bed. He was sitting there on the floor with 
his puny little cock hard as a rock and he was jacking 
it off. 

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

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

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

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

After he came, he lost all interest in me and any more 
sex play and just got up and staggered off to bed 
leaving me there on the floor with a gooey hand covered 
with his slimy cum. The bastard didn't even bother to 
suck my tits for me. I was angry as hell and felt used. 
And you're right Danny. I was pissed because he had 
used me to get his rocks off and then just walked off 
and left me before I could get mine off. 

I was pissed and determined to get him to bring me off 
and that's why I went to his bed, and not because I was 
in some way attracted to him. I was determined to make 
him understand that he couldn't just use me like that 
and then walk away. This may sound funny darling, but I 
now wish that I had just given him his damn blow job 
because if I had he would have just gone off to bed and 
I would have come to our bed and none of this would 
ever have happened. 

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

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

I could tell by her technique that she didn't know very 
much about how to suck a cock, but that was ok by me 
because I was bound and determined not to give her the 
satisfaction of letting her make me cum. I let her suck 
on it for almost ten minutes until I could tell that 
her mouth and jaw were getting tired. 

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head 
back off my cock and said to her, "God damn Lydia, 
you've got a lot to learn about how to be a good whore. 
I can do better jacking myself off. You need to go down 
to the corner of Lambert and Sterling some night soon. 
There's always a few good whores hanging out down there 
who can teach you how to suck a cock." 

Then I quickly jacked myself off and when I was ready 
to cum I told her to open her mouth and I shot four or 
five big loads into her mouth, face, and tits. When I 
was finished I said, "Now you look like a real whore 
babe. Now suck out my cock and clean out all the cum 
still left in my piss hole so it doesn't leak out on 
the sheets while I'm sleeping." 

She meekly complied and sucked my cock clean swallowing 
my cum and then I said, "I'm going to sleep now bitch. 
Remember what I said about sleeping in one of the other 
beds." And I left her there on her knees quietly crying 
and all covered in cum and I went to bed.


Chapter 6: A New Beginning


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I returned to the kitchen Lydia had finished 
feeding the baby and had sent her to her room to play 
with her dolls and was cooking me some bacon and eggs. 
"I sat down to drink my coffee and said, "Who is that 
for?" She said, "For you Dan. Please let me do this. 
You need to eat honey. It's the best thing for a 
hangover." 

I said, "I'm not hungry whore, and when I am I'll get 
my own food." Lydia turned the stove off and went to 
the kitchen door and told Joey to go outside to play 
awhile and then came over to sit at the kitchen table 
with me. She sat there for a minute with her head down 
looking at the floor and I could tell that she was 
trying to gather her thoughts. Finally she turned to 
look at me and there were tears in her eyes and her 
lips were trembling as she started to speak,

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

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

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

I thought for a few minutes and replied, "I don't know 
Lydia, I just don't know. I don't know if I will ever 
be able to erase from my brain that image of you 
thrusting your cunt up against Norm's cock like a 
common slut whore and begging him to drive it deeper 
into your cunt and give you his cum. You know Lydia, 
the only difference between a slut and a whore is that 
a slut gives it away for free to anyone who wants it."

A slut that demands payment for it, raises herself a 
little above the level of a common trash slut and 
deserves the right to call herself a whore, which is at 
least an honest profession, even if not one that is 
always accepted by polite society. So I guess you're 
right. You're not really a whore yet, and I won't call 
you one anymore until you start getting paid for being 
a slut. But until you do I just don't know if I can 
look at you anymore and not see a slut."

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

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

You see, I knew that for whatever reason, you went in 
to that room and offered yourself to him. That pissed 
me off big time, but then I thought how could I blame 
my best friend, Norm, for accepting the offer, when I 
knew in my heart that if I were in his shoes I would 
probably have done the same if it had been Beth coming 
to me and begging me to fuck her. 

I also knew that if I did rush in and jump on Norm, it 
would have raised a hell of a racket and Tom and Frieda 
next door in their bedroom would have certainly heard 
it all through these thin duplex walls and would know 
that Norm had been fucking you. The word would surely 
get out and I would be the butt of jokes and derision 
in the squadron and would never be able to hold my head 
up again if I didn't either beat the shit out of Norm 
or kick you out of my life and divorce you for being a 
cheating wife, or both. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I'm trying to say, is that if you feel a need to 
be fucked and want me to do it, then just ask, and I'll 
stick my dick in you and fuck you and try and make you 
have an orgasm, but I'm not making love to you and I 
don't want you trying to make love to me either. And 
the same goes for me as well, if you don't mind my 
using your cunt to masturbate when I feel the need to 
get my rocks off. 

"But if you do mind, then I won't bother you, and I'll 
just find someone else to fuck. Some of the divorced 
sluts that hang around the O Club bar would serve just 
as well. And even if you don't mind, I may still want 
to find someone else to fuck anyway. And that goes for 
you too. You can fuck anyone you want to as far as I'm 
concerned, just as long as you do it discreetly, and as 
long as you get paid for fucking and sucking your men, 
and also not let it interfere with the care of our 
children, and don't let yourself become known and 
gossiped about as an easy cheap lay and humiliate me 
again, because Lydia, I swear to God I will divorce you 
then for sure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 7: A Real Fighter Pilot's Wife


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

About six weeks later, I found out by "accident" that 
Norm had in fact been picked up by a sky cop patrol. (I 
have, accident, in quotes because as you will soon see, 
I'm sure it was no accident the way I found out.) 

I was in the squadron snack bar having a hot dog and a 
coke between missions and talking with four or five of 
the guys when one of them, Billy Castle, who was a 
bachelor that was dating the Wing Commanders secretary, 
Priscilla Allen, said that Prissy had told him this 
story about Norm's name showing up on the Security 
Police desk sergeant's daily blotter as having been 
picked up last month taking a piss on the sidewalk in 
the housing area wearing nothing but his skivvie shorts 
in a highly inebriated state at four in the morning. 

It was standard practice for a copy of the blotter to 
be forwarded to the wing king anytime an officer's or 
senior NCO's name appeared on it. The wing king asked 
Prissy to call the sky cop commander and tell him the 
wing king wanted him to come over and relate the 
details of the incident to him in person. Prissy was in 
the room to take notes and heard the whole story when 
the sky cop commander reported the details as they knew 
them. 

Billy said this is what Prissy said happened. The two 
sky cop NCOs that picked up Norm were going to take him 
in and book him for being drunk in public, indecent 
exposure, and lewd and lascivious conduct. But Norm 
managed to talk them out of it and convinced them he 
was an officer, and just had too much to drink at a 
squadron party and had been caught with someone else's 
wife and had to run out of the house before her husband 
could beat the hell out of him. 

The two NCOs must have thought the whole situation was 
a riot and took pity on him and agreed to drive him to 
his house so he could produce some evidence that would 
verify that he was who he said he was, because they 
knew if he was who he said he was and they booked him 
on those charges it would mean the end of his career. 
They took him home and Norm had to wake up Beth to open 
the door and vouch for him. 

When Beth opened the door and took one look at Norm in 
nothing but his boxer shorts with two sky cops behind 
him, she blew up and yelled at him, "Norm, you fucking, 
two-timing bastard. Who did you get caught fucking this 
time? I'm going to cut your balls off you shithead!" 

The senior of the two sky cops had a big grin on his 
face, saw the name plate on the wall by the door that 
said, Captain Norman Sanders, and then politely asked, 
"Ma'am, is this your husband, Captain Sanders." Beth 
replied, "Yeah guys, I'm sorry as hell to have to admit 
this ass hole is mine all right. You guys can do me a 
great big favor by just taking him straight to jail." 

The senior sky cop answered, "We don't really want to 
do that ma'am and I'm sure you don't either. If we 
formally charged and booked him, it would get him all 
jammed up with very serious trouble and would probably 
mean the end of his career. We're just glad that he 
didn't try and drive himself home as drunk as he is. 
Why don't you just let him sleep it off." And then the 
two cops turned to leave and the other one said, "Good 
luck ma'am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I thought I'd stand up here in front of all you 
macho stud fighter pilots; you so called self styled 
true blue buddies and comrades, blooded in combat, 
brothers in arms, and let you see what the so called 
cheating wife looks like that one of your loyal 
squadron mates saw an opportunity to bed behind her 
husband's back when he was passed out drunk. 

Only I say again, she wasn't cheating. She was so drunk 
out of her head that she didn't know her own name. I'm 
not making excuses for what I allowed to happen to me. 
I'm responsible for my actions and for letting myself 
get so completely out of control that I didn't know 
what I was doing; and it's my fault for being so naïve 
and trusting to think that I didn't have to worry about 
any of my husband's loyal squadron mates trying to 
poach on his woman when he couldn't defend her and she 
couldn't defend herself. I'll never make that mistake 
again.

I know all about your juvenile school boy rules about 
not chasing cunt around the flagpole, and what a so 
called real man and fighter pilot is supposed to do 
with a cheating wife, and what should happen to him if 
he fails to follow those stupid rules. Four out of five 
of you so called real men cheat on your wives on a 
regular basis when you're away from the base on a 
deployment. 

And I also happen to know that three of you and your 
wives reconvened to one of your homes after you left 
the party at my house to have a little impromptu group 
sex party fucking and sucking each other. Well I'm here 
to tell you that your hypocritical, asinine rules for 
wives and fighter pilots don't hold any water with Dan 
and me. 
 
Dan Bartlett is twice the fighter pilot any of the rest 
of you could ever hope to be and all of you know it, 
and he's five times the real man that any ten of you 
combined are. A couple of you loyal buddies and good 
friends of Dan have hit on me in the last few weeks 
hoping to score an easy piece of ass when Dan wasn't 
looking. You know who you are and you better be damn 
glad that I didn't tell Dan who you are because he 
would have kicked your asses' up between your 
shoulders. 

Dan started to beat the shit out of the bastard that 
fucked me, but he was such a weak dick coward that he 
wouldn't get up off the floor to fight like a man and 
Dan kicked him out like the piece of trash that he is. 
The next one of you that tries to hit on me will find 
out what it's like to stand up to a real man if you've 
got the guts, because I'll tell him for sure who you 
are and I guarantee he will clean your clock for you.

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

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

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

Someone in the back yelled, "Score that one as a shack 
for that fighter pilot's wife. She can fly on my wing 
anytime she wants to." ("Shack" is what the bombing 
range officer calls out anytime someone scores a bulls 
eye when we dropped our blue practice bombs in 
training.) Someone else yelled out, "Good for you 
Lydia. Kick the son of a bitch in the nuts again for me 
babe." Another yelled, "Take a look guys. There goes a 
real woman." 

And still another hollered as Lydia approached the 
double doors of the briefing room, "Stand up men. A 
fighter pilot's wife is leaving the squadron!" Everyone 
in the room, except Norm who was curled up in the aisle 
writhing in pain, was standing and clapping in 
spontaneous applause. 

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

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

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

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


Chapter 8: The Plan For Revenge


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

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

It wasn't very hard to get into Beth's pants. She was 
already pissed at Norm for cheating on her in such an 
amateurish fashion that he got caught causing she and 
him to become the laughing stock and butt of jokes all 
over the air base. I waited until I knew that Norm 
would be off base on a four-day deployment and called 
Beth to ostensibly express my regret at how our 
friendship got so fouled up over the incident that 
night at my house. 

I said that I regretted most the loss of her's and 
Norm's friendship, but that I just couldn't excuse Norm 
for what he did and retain my self-respect. She said 
she understood perfectly how I felt and that she loved 
Lydia, but she couldn't bring herself to forgive the 
way she fucked Norm. I made a suggestion that we meet 
for lunch to talk it over to see if we could find some 
way to repair the damage, and she agreed immediately 
that was a marvelous idea. We agreed to meet the 
following day at an out of the way restaurant down on 
the beach.

Beth came to lunch the next day dressed to kill looking 
like a real sex kitten. As we talked I told her that 
the thing that hurt me the most about what happened was 
that Lydia had fucked my best friend instead of some 
stranger. If she had fucked a stranger that wouldn't 
have bothered me so much and in fact I thought it would 
have been kind of erotic and the idea excited me. 

Beth said that she understood completely and that she 
had long ago accepted the fact that Norm was just the 
kind of guy who would always chase pussy. It didn't 
bother her that he lusted after Lydia and fucked her 
because she knew that for Norm, it was just plain old 
physical sex and he didn't love any of the women he 
cheated with and always returned to Beth's arms. But 
what really pissed her off was that he did such an 
amateur, sloppy job of bedding Lydia and fucking her 
that he got caught and subjected them to so much public 
humiliation and derision. 

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

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

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

I was kind of disappointed in Beth as a piece of ass. 
She fucked ok, but she didn't have any imagination, and 
she was so thin, sort of like a "boney maroni," that 
she had too many sharp edges to suit me. Also she would 
only fuck in the missionary position with me on top 
because after I got my cock sunk all the way in to her 
cunt she would bring her legs together real tight and 
cross her ankles effectively trapping my cock in her 
cunt like it was in a vise. It was damn near impossible 
to move my cock in and out of her cunt. 

Beth just used the muscles of her cunt walls to 
rhythmically squeeze and relax around my cock until she 
and I both had orgasms. She said she liked that 
position because it was the only way she could keep 
Norm's short dick from slipping out of her cunt before 
she could have an orgasm. But I have to say that she 
really made up for it as a cocksucker. That woman could 
suck cock like no one I had ever had before and she 
never tired of swallowing cum. She sucked me off so 
much that afternoon that my balls and cum sac were 
completely dry. 

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

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

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

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

The plan worked perfectly. Over the next two months 
Beth and I found ways to get together for fucking and 
sucking two or three times a week and in between we 
would have sex over the phone. I got at least five or 
six hours of phone tape with Beth extolling my cock and 
how much she loved to be fucked by me and how she loved 
sucking my cock and eating my delicious cum. She would 
ridicule Norm for not being able to satisfy her with 
his tiny little prick and because he always shot his 
wad too prematurely; often losing it and spraying his 
cum all over her pussy lips before he could even get 
his cock into her cunt. 

She would say that she loved fucking and sucking me 
because I was a real man who knew how to please a 
woman, and she loved having my big eight inch cock 
rammed deep into her cunt where Norm's little short 
prick had never been, and she couldn't wait until Norm 
left town again so she could suck my balls dry. And of 
course I reciprocated telling her what a fantastic cunt 
she had and how much I loved her cock sucking and that 
she was so much better than Lydia at everything that I 
hardly ever fucked Lydia anymore.

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

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


Chapter 9: Moving On


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm the one that made those tapes baby and I'm also 
the one that was screwing Beth, but she didn't mean a 
thing to me. I know what you must be thinking but 
please, please let me explain and don't say anything 
until you've heard me out. I was so damn proud of the 
way you stood up for me and put those guys in their 
place that day during the squadron meeting. You had the 
courage to stand up to those prima donnas and make them 
see themselves for the shallow, thin skinned, 
hypocrites that they were, including me, with our 
double standard rules of conduct for wives and fighter 
pilots. 

"I should have been the one to make that speech on your 
behalf, instead you did it for me. But as much as I was 
proud of you for being my strong, proud wife, I knew 
that it could not substitute for my taking personal 
satisfaction from Norm and personally hurting him the 
way he hurt me by both violating you, and awakening in 
me an unspeakable obsession that I never knew I was 
capable of that made me feel like I was a sick 
pervert."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lydia giggled and said, "I am a great piece of ass 
aren't I, but it's always nice to hear you say so 
honey. But seriously Dan, I know that I'm not so great 
yet at sucking a cock and I'm pretty sure that Beth was 
able to ring your bell pretty good in that department. 
She used to brag about how good she was at deep 
throating big, thick, long cocks while simultaneously 
swallowing their cum without losing a drop. I know I'm 
not there yet but I'm working on it, and one day soon I 
hope you will be able to say that I'm also a five star, 
world class cock sucker. But it takes practice and 
there is no time like the present to work on it."
 
And then she dropped to her knees, opened my fly, and 
pulled out my cock and started sucking on it. That was 
such an erotic move for Lydia that it inflamed all my 
senses and I quickly reached a massive orgasm and 
spurted five or six huge wads of cum into her mouth 
which she smoothly swallowed without losing a drop. 
Then when I quit spurting she continued to suck and 
squeeze my cock to drain every last bit of cum out of 
my dick that was still remaining in the cum and piss 
channel. 

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

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


Chapter 10 Dealing With The Aftermath

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

I really loved her for how hard she was working to help 
me with my problem, but nothing seemed to work for very 
long. In the beginning after I started school, the only 
thing that really worked without fail whenever I was 
fucking her and finding it difficult to bring myself to 
an orgasm was conjuring up in my mind that image of her 
fucking Norm that night and begging him to cum in her 
cunt- and even then as the months passed that began to 
become less and less effective and wouldn't always 
work. 

So after about four months I had to raise the ante, so 
to speak, and started talking to her while I was 
fucking her telling her how much the sight of her 
fucking Norm had turned me on, and how much I wanted to 
watch her fuck and suck other men. We called this 
'dirty talking' while we were fucking.

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

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

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

I moved up a level in the focus of my dirty talking 
while I was fucking her and would ask her specific 
questions about her fuck session with Norm trying to 
get her to have a dialogue. For example I would ask her 
how it felt to have Norm's dick in her cunt, and did 
she like his dick better than mine, and didn't she wish 
that he had cum in her cunt before I interrupted their 
fucking. 

I would ask about her feelings when she bared her tits 
for him and grabbed his dick and masturbated him until 
he shot his cum and creamed all over her hand and 
whether she licked his cum off her hand with her 
tongue. But she couldn't bring herself to respond the 
way she knew that I was hoping she would and mostly 
tried to avoid engaging in my efforts by saying she 
didn't remember or that she didn't really enjoy the sex 
she had with Norm because she was only trying to punish 
him for using her.

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

I had been going to the library every Friday and 
Saturday night for the past three or four weeks to work 
with my partner on our masters project for our degree. 
Allen Finley was in the same program I was in and he 
and I had teamed up at the suggestion of our sponsoring 
professor. 

Allen was about my age and a pretty good looking guy in 
great physical condition and we got along great 
together. He had already been over to the house three 
or four times to relax with beer and chips watching 
football games on the weekends. Lydia knew him well and 
I knew she liked him as a real nice guy. I also knew he 
appreciated Lydia's body because I had already noticed 
him ogling her a few times when he thought no one was 
looking. 

I suggested to Lydia that if Allen and I started 
meeting at our house every Friday and Saturday night to 
do our research and work on our master's thesis project 
that we could create an opportunity for getting into a 
three way with Allen. I told Lydia that I knew he 
lusted after her body and told her about how I noticed 
him ogling her. 

I said that all she had to do is to wear the kind of 
clothes when he was around that would make it easy for 
her to 'innocently' expose some of her assets to his 
gaze and we could let 'nature' take its natural course. 
She said that she would be willing to try with Allen if 
that's what I really wanted and then went on to say 
that she was only doing this because she loved me and 
if it was indeed what I really wanted then she would do 
it to make me happy. She said that since nothing else 
had worked to date maybe if I really finally got to 
watch her fuck someone else that it might be the answer 
to finally curing me of my obsession. 

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

Allen came over about 5:30 in the afternoon and we 
started a pretty intensive study session as we were 
fast approaching a point in our project where we were 
going to have to make some decisions on what our next 
steps would be. Lydia was really decked out like a real 
sex pot. Her tits were almost falling out of the loose 
halter top she was wearing and as usual she wasn't 
wearing any panties under her short skirt.

When she wasn't keeping us well supplied with cold 
beer, which she did frequently so she could flash her 
tits at Allen, she watched TV on the sofa sitting 
directly across from Allen so he would have a birds eye 
view of her cunt. But Allen was so focused on the work 
we were doing that he didn't seem to notice either her 
tits or her pussy. I didn't notice that she was also 
keeping pace with us and drinking just as much beer as 
we were. Allen and I were so engrossed in our work that 
as the evening progressed I didn't notice that Lydia 
was beginning to get annoyed with not getting any 
attention from us and was beginning to get a little 
wasted. 

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

Allen was the first to respond to Lydia's outburst and 
he said slurring his words, "Not true Lydia. Just 
because we were working hard doesn't mean that we 
didn't notice you. I happen to think that you have the 
most magnificent pair of tits I have ever seen on a 
woman. Now what do you think about that?" The effects 
of all the beer we had drunk was making itself very 
obvious now. Lydia responded, "Why Allen, baby, that's 
the nicest thing you have ever said to me. You're 
really turning me on big fella. Did you hear that Danny 
baby? Allen loves my tits. That makes me tingle all 
over." 

I was really excited now because I knew that this could 
be the moment we were hoping for, at least the moment I 
was hoping for. I pretended to be kind of wiped out on 
beer and said, "That's really nice honey. Why don't you 
be nice to him while I rest my eyes for a few minutes 
ok?" Lydia said, "Do you mean it Danny? Do you really 
want me to be nice to him?" I said, "Yeah baby, I do. 
Now you just be really nice to him and let him have 
what ever he wants and let me rest my eyes for just a 
little bit, please."

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

Allen looked like he had seen a ghost and began 
stammering, "Pleasure? W-what kind of pleasure? I'm not 
sure... I mean what can I have?" 

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

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

Then she climbed on top of him and placed her cunt 
directly over his hard cock and lowered it onto that 
throbbing shaft until it was all the way in her cunt 
and then started to slowly move her cunt up and down on 
his shaft and started talking to him, "What do you 
think of this Allen sweetie? Have you ever in your life 
had your prick in a tighter cunt than this one? How 
does it feel baby? 

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

When I heard Lydia begin talking dirty to Allen I 
opened my eyes and saw her lowering her cunt onto his 
cock. I felt like screaming with joy. It was the most 
erotic thing I had ever hoped to witness. Lydia was 
acting the part of a hot whoring bitch better than most 
real whores ever thought about doing. I got up out of 
the chair and dropped my pants and shorts and walked 
over to stand next to them on the couch and began 
stroking my hard straining cock. Lydia was magnificent! 

I had never seen her so completely turned on. The cum 
was boiling in my balls. I said, "Lydia what are you 
doing honey?" She answered, "Did you have a nice little 
nap baby? I'm being real nice to Allen and giving him 
what ever he wanted like you said darling." 

Allen was petrified when he opened his eyes and saw me 
standing there watching Lydia fuck him and began 
stammering, "God I'm sorry Dan. I didn't mean for this 
to happen. I'll leave right away and never come back. I 
promise I."

He was trying to lift himself up on his elbows to get 
up and I stopped him pushing him back down by his 
shoulder and said, "Relax Allen. It's ok. You're a good 
friend and a good partner, and friends and partners 
should be willing to share. Lydia likes you a lot and I 
don't mind sharing her. Aren't you enjoying this?" 

He replied, "Oh my god yes. I've never been fucked like 
this before. It's fantastic. Lydia is fantastic. You're 
a lucky and good man Dan." When he said that Lydia 
said, "Yes he certainly is and he shouldn't have to 
beat his meat to get his rocks off either. Shove that 
beautiful cock in my mouth darling. I want to taste 
your hot cock sauce and feel it sliding down my 
throat."

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

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


Chapter 11 Slaying Hidden Demons of the Mind

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

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

Anyway, it was great being back in an Air Force 
community again even if it was as a straphanger this 
time. Our sex life was very good as our frequent three 
ways with Allen had finally caused Lydia to finally 
accept the fact that I really and truly did want her to 
fuck and suck other men so I could watch to enhance my 
own pleasure by seeing her perform with other men. 

She confided in me that it also gave her a lot of 
pleasure as well and she really missed our sessions 
with Allen. She said that while she enjoyed the pure 
physical act of fucking him and giving him good blow 
jobs and feeling him cum in her cunt and mouth, what 
really excited her the most and made her want to fuck 
and suck Allen was the look of utter joy and happiness 
on my face as I watched her service another man. The 
knowledge that she was making me so completely happy 
made her feel totally fulfilled as a woman and really 
intensified her own orgasms to a level that she had 
never imagined possible. 

For the first year or so sex was great with Lydia as we 
both enjoyed talking dirty to each other whenever we 
fucked, reliving the great threesomes we had with 
Allen, especially the memorable ones like when we both 
would take turns switching between her cunt and ass 
when we fucked her at the same time as in one cock in 
her cunt and the other cock in her ass; and the times 
when Lydia would suck both of our cocks at the same 
time. 

The last time she did it Allen and I both came at the 
same time and Lydia scrambled unsuccessfully to swallow 
two huge loads of our cum and ended up with a lot of it 
spraying all over her tits and face. I remember Allen 
and I laughed our asses off at the sight of Lydia 
frantically scooping up as much of our cum as she could 
on her fingers and then licking and eating it off her 
fingers as fast as she could. Lydia stuck out her cum 
laden tongue at both of us and said, "Wipe those stupid 
grins off your faces you two assholes. It's a crime to 
be wasting all this tasty cock sauce. From now on no 
more simultaneous blow jobs for you two fuckheads. I'm 
only going to suck one cock at a time, so get used to 
it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She recommended that Lydia and I see her separately for 
about five or six sessions each so that she could get 
to know each of us better as individuals and begin to 
probe for indicators that might be causing our 
difficulties. She made sure that Lydia understood that 
whatever Lydia told her during their sessions and 
whatever I told her during ours would remain totally 
confidential. 

Professional ethics would not permit her to share 
Lydia's thoughts with me or mine with Lydia. She told 
Lydia that from what she knew so far that she was 
fairly certain that both of us had individual issues 
that needed to be resolved individually before we could 
begin to work on our sexual relationship problems.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tried to put the events of that night out of my mind 
and finished my last semester of school and joined the 
Air Force and never looked back. From time to time over 
the years I would hear things about mom from old high 
school friends. One of them told me that she had 
returned to whoring and for quite a few years had a 
reputation for being one of the best high-class and 
most expensive whores in the city. He said that when he 
knew her she fucked by appointment only, and he had 
fucked her quite a few times and could vouch for her 
reputation. 

He said that he had been very successful in business 
and could afford to buy my mom whenever he needed to 
get his pipes cleaned out and that she was worth every 
cent she charged. But that was quite a few years ago, 
and the last word I had was that as she got on in years 
and started to show her age with wrinkles and sagging 
tits that she had been reduced to working in a sleazy 
whorehouse on the wrong side of the tracks and 
specialized in servicing johns that liked to fuck 
mature older women while they were fantasizing that 
they were fucking their own mothers. I suspect she was 
very good at that because she had lots of real life 
experience with a real mother fucker- me.

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

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

Ingrid had worked wonders with me helping me to 
understand the source of my sexual hang-ups. But more 
importantly she made me understand that I was not in 
some way an unnatural pervert for wanting my wife to 
fuck other men. Lots of men wanted their wives to fuck 
other men. She said that some of my cravings were 
perhaps a little kinky; but so what? Everyone engaged 
in some type of kinky sexual practices. 

To some people blow jobs and cunt sucking were kinky 
and to others those were perfectly normal enjoyable 
practices, but ass fucking might be considered kinky 
except to women who had five or six children and had 
stretched their cunts so much that they preferred being 
fucked in the ass. Kinky sex practices added spice and 
intensity in the pleasure of having sex and what was 
kinky to one might be perfectly normal to someone else. 

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

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

Ingrid said that the decision on whether Lydia should 
be a whore or not is one of the most deeply personal 
decisions any woman is ever confronted with. It doesn't 
matter what kind of whore either, as in a full-time 
professional whore, a kept mistress who fucked her man 
on demand in return for his financial support, a part-
time week-end type occasional whore, or just a 
promiscuous woman who may not demand payment for sex, 
but never turns it down when it is offered. 

She said that to any woman that decision ranks right up 
there with deciding on which man she wants to be the 
first to ever fuck her in the cunt and break her one 
and only cherry. But if I tried to force her to be a 
whore against her will or before she was ready to make 
that decision on her own, it would destroy the trust in 
our relationship, probably beyond any hope of repair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 12: Inhibitions Exorcised


Lydia and I showed up for our first joint therapy 
session with Ingrid at her condo apartment the 
following Saturday morning. We were both excited about 
the progress we had made under her guidance so far and 
were both looking forward to continuing with our 
therapy together. Ingrid welcomed us and said that what 
she wanted to do on that day was to review with both of 
us the progress we had both made over the last year and 
a half and with both of our permissions to now divulge 
to each other the results of our individual courses of 
therapy. 

We both agreed and Ingrid began to talk about all the 
things that she had helped us to discover about 
ourselves and basically recited all the things that I 
have already revealed earlier in this account. Then she 
asked us how we each felt about the quality of our love 
making now as opposed to before we entered therapy.

Lydia spoke up first and said that it has been 
absolutely wonderful. Because she now understood the 
source of all her hang-ups that she used to have about 
being perceived as a tramp and slut if she allowed 
herself to really enjoy the full range of sexual 
activities that were available to her, and that she was 
now no longer afraid to indulge in things that turned 
her on. 

Now she was able to really enjoy having me eat out her 
cunt and pussy and really take pleasure in sucking my 
cock and eating my cum. She felt totally liberated in 
being able to openly admit that she too harbored 
fantasies about fucking other men just as I wanted her 
to do without being afraid that I would think she was a 
slut whore. She greatly enjoyed being able to freely 
express her most erotic desires and thoughts when we 
engaged in fucking and sucking each other and she was 
really looking forward to being able to fulfill my 
desire of watching her fuck and suck other men. 

When it was my turn I said pretty much all the same 
things that Lydia had already said but I added that the 
most important thing for me was that I now understood 
that my obsessive compulsion for seeing Lydia fuck and 
suck other men was a normal desire shared by many 
married men and did not mean that I was a pervert and 
would be viewed that way by my wife. 

In fact to hear Lydia express her desire to also fuck 
other men was the most exciting thing I had heard in 
years. It meant that I could share all my secret 
thoughts and desires with my wife that I had been 
afraid to express before. It was the happiest I had 
been in years. But the best part of all is that I had 
not had any problems in achieving erections and 
reaching very intense and satisfying orgasms when Lydia 
and I made love in over six months. I felt completely 
cured. 

Ingrid said that she was very happy for both of us and 
felt that her work was done. Then she told us both that 
there would be no need for any further therapy sessions 
with either of us individually or jointly together and 
wished us a very happy and satisfying sex life 
together. 

Then just as she did with me, she announced that this 
now ended our doctor patient relationships with her and 
she stood up and opened her arms to embrace us. Lydia 
and I both moved into her arms and we had a big group 
hug there in the middle of her office with Lydia and I 
both kissing her on her cheeks, neck and face. At least 
that's where I was kissing her. 

But then I was stunned when I saw Lydia passionately 
French kissing Ingrid and massaging her tits with her 
free hand that she had slipped under Ingrid's blouse. I 
had never seen my wife do something like that before to 
another woman and I stepped back a little to watch her. 
It was extremely erotic and I could feel a raging hard 
on beginning to grow in my pants. 

Lydia gently maneuvered Ingrid over to her patient 
couch while she was kissing her and then unfastened 
Ingrid's skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ingrid had 
no panties on and her cunt and pussy were already wet 
as Lydia pushed her down onto the couch and then moved 
between her legs and started eating Ingrid's pussy. She 
was licking her slit valley with her tongue and 
nibbling gently on her pussy lips and then she moved to 
the entrance of her cunt sand began sucking up Ingrid's 
cunt juices.

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

Both Ingrid and Lydia began humping and bucking as 
their orgasms started to reach their peak. Ingrid was 
hollering for Lydia to suck faster on her clit and 
Lydia was moaning loudly as she struggled to keep her 
mouth and lips on Ingrid's clit as Ingrid's hips and 
cunt were wildly bucking up and down. My own cum was 
boiling in my balls and making its way up to my cock as 
I thrust my cock as hard as I could into Lydia's cunt. 

In about a half a minute all three of us exploded in 
massive simultaneous orgasms. Mine was so intense that 
my cock shot at least six or seven huge jets of thick 
hot cum into Lydia's cunt as the muscles of her cunt 
walls contracted tightly around my swollen member. 
Lydia was squealing in delightful agony as she felt my 
hot cum filling her cunt at the same time that Ingrid's 
cunt was filling her mouth with a flood of her 
delicious cunt juice. 

As the intensity of our orgasms began to wane and we 
were all coming down and recovering our senses, Ingrid 
was breathing deeply with her eyes closed, my cock was 
beginning to lose its stiffness in Lydia's cunt and 
Lydia was resting her cheek on Ingrid's pussy when she 
said, "Oh my God that was wonderful. It was beautiful, 
just beautiful. Ingrid you flooded my mouth with a 
torrent of your delicious cunt juice. I loved it! And 
Dan honey, I didn't think you were ever going to stop 
shooting your thick loads of hot cum into my cunt. I've 
never had it feel so full before." 

Ingrid then opened her eyes wide and said with some 
urgency, "Quick Lydia. Sit on my face quickly. Hurry. 
Put your cunt on my mouth so I can suck out all Dan's 
tasty cum before it leaks out of your cunt. Let's not 
waste it dear!" Lydia quickly slid her cunt up to 
Ingrid's mouth pulling it away from my cock as she did 
and Ingrid began sucking my cum out of her cunt. 

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

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

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

You see this is what the extra individual time that she 
spent with me was all about. During my freshman year in 
college I had some lesbian experiences with my first 
roommate, Mary, that lasted about six weeks before she 
dropped out of school. We experimented almost every 
night with different ways of bringing ourselves to 
orgasms like eating out each others cunts, or sometimes 
rubbing our pussy's up against each other until we 
came, or engaging in mutual finger fucking. 

But even as I was enjoying her body every night, I had 
this fear of becoming a real lesbian because I really 
wanted to meet a nice man to marry and have babies. So 
when she left school after six weeks, I vowed to not 
let myself get involved with another woman like that 
again and I suppressed all those desires until 
eventually I met you and you were the answer to all my 
prayers and that experience with Mary faded into a dim 
memory. But Ingrid knew there was something else that 
was bothering me besides that mistake with Norm that 
night and her patient probing brought it out."

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 13: Nirvana Found and Interrupted


Well, for the next couple of years, life and sex for 
Lydia and I were both absolutely fantastic. We got 
hooked into a swinging group of eight or ten couples 
who really enjoyed group sex, sharing each other's 
wives and husbands among everyone in the group. I got 
to watch Lydia fuck and suck other men on a regular 
basis and Lydia got to eat lots of cunts and pussies. 

Our personal sex life at home was out of this world. 
She became such a real wild woman in bed that it wasn't 
uncommon for me to have to cry uncle when she fucked my 
cock into a state of total exhaustion. I didn't 
complain though because her antidote for reviving it 
was to give me a fantastic blow job and she relished 
eating my cum.

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

It was not a surprise when we discovered that all of 
them either singly or as couples were once patients of 
Ingrid's. Often she came as a substitute "wife" when 
the wife of one of our regular couples couldn't attend 
one of our group fuck and suck sessions for one reason 
or another. When she came by herself, she acted as a 
kind of conductor of events making suggestions on which 
husbands and wives ought to pair off with each other 
for fucking or maybe some 69 type sucking. Our group 
sex was always better when Ingrid was there. 

I sure liked it when she was there because she always 
made sure that the men with the biggest cocks fucked 
Lydia. There were only two or three guys in the group 
who had cocks that were the equal of my eight incher. 
But one of them had a full nine inch sausage that Lydia 
really enjoyed and so did I especially when she sucked 
it off and swallowed its huge load of cum.

But unfortunately, nothing lasts forever and we had 
been assigned at this location on the east coast for 
right at five years when I got promoted to Lt Colonel 
and then got drafted back into a primary flying job 
which I certainly did not anticipate, but was not at 
all unhappy about it. The downside was that I was being 
sent to the far east to one of our fighter wings in the 
Pacific Air Force Command (PACAF) as an assistant 
operations officer of a front line fighter squadron. 

It seems that the air force was experiencing one of its 
periodic personnel problems in the flying officer ranks 
and felt that it had a shortage of experienced field 
grade fighter pilots to fill out the necessary 
supervisory positions in all air force fighter 
squadrons. So it was looking into the support officer 
career fields and tapping anyone like me that had a lot 
of fighter experience and drafting us back into primary 
flying jobs.

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

Of course Lydia and I both knew it was going to be 
tough not being able to have sex with each other for 
fifteen months and we talked about it very openly with 
each other. Lydia said that I shouldn't worry about her 
because she would continue to attend our swinger's sex 
parties whenever she felt really horny and it would be 
easy to just go as a substitute wife like Ingrid often 
did. And of course, Ingrid always loved to have sex 
with Lydia at the drop of a hat. Lydia said her real 
concern was for me. She made me promise that I would 
not try to be celibate the whole time I was gone and to 
just try and rely on beating my meat to satisfy my 
sexual needs. 

She said it wouldn't be fair for me to go without when 
she had Ingrid to sleep with and our swinger friends to 
satisfy her horniness when she felt the need. She said 
that I should find a single compatible female who 
enjoyed fucking and sucking and to make her my mistress 
for the duration of my tour and take advantage of her 
as often as I felt like it. But she warned me that if I 
did anything stupid like making a baby with her that 
she would cut my balls off like Beth threatened to do 
to Norm, only hers wasn't a threat. I told her not to 
worry because I knew she was one tough lady and no one 
to mess around with. I saw what she did to Norm's nuts.

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


Chapter 14: A Fighter Pilot's Luck


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

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

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

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

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

"Well now, no self-respecting fighter pilot would ever 
turn down a chance to sample some high class Jeremiah 
Weed, but then I never claimed to have any self-respect 
in the face of such a vision of erotic treasure!" and 
dropped to my knees in front of her and buried my face 
in her pussy and started licking up her delicious pussy 
juice. 

Carolyn moaned and sighed deeply and said, "Oh my God 
are you ever indeed a real fighter pilot. You use your 
tongue like a real artist baby. You really know how to 
nibble my inner lips and caress my throbbing clit don't 
you lover? God I love it baby! At this rate I'm not 
going to last very longgggg! Oh, those sucking lips are 
amazing don't stop. Suck faster and don't forget my 
cunt! Suck my cunt now! I'm almost there... I want you 
to drink up all my wonderful cunt juice when I go over 
the top! Oh god! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" 

Her whole body began trembling and convulsing as she 
leaned against the door jamb and grabbed my head from 
behind and shoved my open mouth hard up against her 
thrusting cunt and began to spurt huge jets of cunt 
juice in to my gaping mouth. 

I was taken by surprise at the quantity and force at 
which her cunt was shooting her cunt juice in my mouth 
and I almost choked trying to swallow it all fast 
enough. I had sucked quite a few cunts up till then but 
had never encountered one that spurted with such force 
like Carolyn's did. Lydia and Ingrid both produced 
copious quantities of cunt juice when I sucked their 
cunts, but it tended to flow in a more gentle and 
leisurely pace as it flowed out of their cunts into my 
mouth and when they did spurt on occasion, it was 
always in short, much less powerful streams that I was 
easily able to keep up with. 

Carolyn's cunt just kept pumping out the cunt juice all 
through her orgasm and only as she began to come down 
off her ecstasy did the jets of cunt juice diminish in 
force and quantity until she finally collapsed on my 
shoulders completely drained of energy and strength as 
her knees buckled. I sucked out the last remaining 
juice that was now just dribbling out of her cunt and 
picked her up and carried her over to her bed and laid 
her out on her back and started to mount her to fuck 
her brains out, but she stirred and said, 

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

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

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

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

Basically my mom and dad both had very strong sexual 
appetites and engaged in a lot of very kinky sex 
practices. They were very open about their sexual 
activities and didn't try and hide it from me in our 
home. They didn't flaunt it, but at the same time they 
didn't care if I watched or listened to them having 
sex. Dad had a thing for wanting mom to fuck and suck 
other men and have her tell him all the details while 
he was fucking her. And mom on her part really enjoyed 
giving him what he wanted and regularly fucked other 
men. 

She even became one of those suburban housewife part-
time whores to please him. She would go out to cruise 
the bars of very high class hotels like the Hilton, 
Radisson, Hyatt Regency and the like on Friday and 
Saturday nights and pick up men to fuck for $200 an 
hour and then come home to tell dad all about her 
tricks while he sucked out her cunt of all her john's 
cum mixed with her cunt juices and then fucked her 
himself. 

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

When I was 15 I deliberately seduced my dad with blow 
jobs and he reciprocated by eating my pussy and cunt 
and fucking me in the ass, but he didn't fuck my cunt. 
I manipulated the sex with my dad to make sure my mom 
would find out about how he was eating me out and I was 
sucking his cock, and when she did I announced that I 
was doing it because I could see how much they loved 
doing those things to each other and that I had decided 
that I wanted to be a whore just like her and asked 
them to help me. 

Mom and dad agreed to teach me the ropes but insisted 
that I remain a virgin until I was 18. So for the next 
three years they trained me on how to be a very high-
class whore and made me available for sale as a whore 
in training to very carefully selected men who they 
could trust would not try and break my cherry but would 
instead let me suck their cocks and they in turn would 
fuck me in the ass. And when that was not enough to 
keep me satisfied mom and dad would both give me enough 
oral sex and ass fucking whenever I wanted it to soften 
the blow of not being able to be cunt fucked until I 
was 18. 

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

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

Mom and dad then both worked on me by sucking my tits 
and cunt and pinching my nipples and pussy lips to make 
them puffy and red and to make my pussy and cunt juices 
start to flow so that my cunt would glisten with fresh 
pussy juice when I was presented. And then I was rolled 
out on the bed into the middle of the dance floor for 
the auction to begin. The auctioneer announced the 
beginning of the auction and had the doctor certify 
that I was a genuine virgin which he did and added for 
the amusement of the audience that he could also attest 
to my very expert oral training and skills which drew a 
big laugh from everyone. 

The auctioneer then recited a list of my essential 
statistics like my age, weight, the size of my tits, 
waist, and hips and the diameter and estimated depth of 
my cunt. He then cited my three years experience as a 
highly trained and professional whore with experience 
in all manner of oral and anal sex practices for 
pleasing men. 

He then had me move through a series of erotic fucking 
positions like getting on all fours and presenting the 
rear view of my ass and cunt as in the doggie fucking 
position; leaning over from the waist so my tits would 
hang down and I would cup them in each of my hands to 
show how soft and malleable they were as evidence that 
they were all natural and not pumped up with silicone 
and plastic. He finished the presentation with an 
announcement that the bidding for such a prime piece of 
virgin ass would begin at $25,000 and asked who would 
make the fist bid.

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

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

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

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

Even though it was not very painful at all for me; not 
any worse than the pain of being nicked by my razor 
when shaving my cunt, when I sensed that he was ready 
to thrust all the way into my cunt I did a great acting 
job by crying out loudly, grabbing the sheets tightly, 
squeezing my eyes shut tightly enough to produce tears, 
and biting my lip enough to draw a little blood and 
moaned loudly for about half a minute as if I were in 
pain, but gradually transitioned to moans and cries of 
pleasure as he started fucking me with the in and out 
motion of his cock, and then I grabbed his ass cheeks 
to pull him in closer to my cunt as I started bucking 
my hips and thrusting my cunt up to meet his driving 
cock. When I sensed he was almost ready to release his 
load.

I inserted the middle finger of my left hand into his 
ass hole and massaged the inside of his anus and at the 
same time I started yelling at him to drive his cock 
deeper into my cunt and fill every part of it with his 
delicious hot cock sauce and that I wanted to feel his 
hot cock sauce shooting all through my body so that I 
could taste it on my tongue. And when I could finally 
feel him shooting his cum I let my whole body start 
jerking and trembling in convulsion after convulsion 
and cried out in the ecstasy of delicious pain until I 
could feel him begin to come down off his peak and I 
matched his rate of relaxation. When he finally stopped 
moving his cock in my cunt, I reached behind my head to 
retrieve a small white silk handkerchief from beneath 
my pillow where mom had placed it. 

When he rolled off the top of me I used the 
handkerchief to wrap around his cock to soak up all the 
cunt juice and cum that was streaked with blood from my 
torn cherry and held up the blood streaked handkerchief 
for all to see. And then as the final act in the 
harvesting of my cherry I took his cock in my hand and 
placed the tip on my extended tongue and squeezed out 
all his remaining cum out of his piss channel onto my 
tongue for all to see and swallowed it down and then 
took his entire cock into my mouth to suck it clean of 
all residual cum and cunt juice.

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

As the hub-hub began to die down and people returned to 
their tables for their drinks, one very striking whore 
came up to me alone and introduced herself as Jasmine. 
I knew all about Jasmine. She was the current reigning 
queen of the professional high-priced whore community 
in the Washington area and was now about 28 or 29 years 
old. She had had her Cherry Harvest party when she was 
19 and her performance was a legend among Washington 
whores. She congratulated me on a truly memorable 
performance and said that I was sure to be the next 
queen and her successor as she was soon reaching the 
end of her time. 

Then she offered me some advice and said that my future 
as a very successful whore had been sealed by my 
outstanding performance and that I was sure to make a 
fortune over the next 8 to 10 years, but that I should 
never turn down an offer from the prince that claimed 
my cherry because he was a very generous man and he 
alone would make me a millionaire several times over as 
long as I pleased him and never turned him down. I 
thanked her profusely for her advice and her kind words 
and told her that I hoped that I would be even half as 
good a whore as she has been. 

Later that night I was presented with real evidence of 
her words as the prince slipped me an envelope 
containing $100,000 in cash thanking me for the most 
erotic, pleasurable and completely satisfying sexual 
experience that he had ever had with a woman. He asked 
me to spend the night with him in his suite and I did 
and he completely ravished me in every way possible 
with his cock and had me suck him off multiple times 
during the night. When I left the next morning he gave 
me an additional $25,000 which I did not expect and 
tried to politely refuse. 

But he insisted and said, "My dear you have earned this 
and more. No false modesty please. I appreciate talent 
and ability and you are the most talented whore I have 
ever encountered. I enjoy rewarding top flight 
professional performance no matter what the venue is. 
So take this money and make good use of it. You can be 
sure that I will require your services again many times 
in the future." And over the next five years I serviced 
him many times for which I was paid over $1.75 million 
dollars.

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

I replied, "Now that is quite a story Carolyn and I am 
absolutely enthralled to be in the presence of such a 
celebrity as yourself. Unless I'm badly mistaken, 
wasn't your business moniker, Erotica?" She replied, 
"Yes it certainly was, but I don't think I ever 
serviced you baby. I know I would have remembered your 
magnificent dick." I said, "You're right sweetie. I 
never did engage your services. 

"You're prices were certainly out of my league, but I 
was pretty familiar with a couple of high-class whores 
in your league when I used to have to make trips to the 
Pentagon on business and they used to talk about you 
with awe and great respect. You were and still are a 
legend among whores in the Washington DC area and I am 
honored to be in your bed. I have only one question. 
When I saw you at the O club the first time, I knew 
there was something very special about you and when I 
asked around, I was told you had arrived a couple of 
months ago and during that time every single guy and 
many of the married ones had made a run on you and all 
of them were shot down in flames. So why did you choose 
me to warm your bed?"

She gave me a look of disbelief and said, "Are you 
serious Dan? Do you really mean that you don't know how 
big a celebrity you are among air force fighter pilots. 
You're Lydia Bartlett's husband and she is a legend in 
the fighter community and one of my heroines. When I 
got here the base was abuzz with the word that you had 
been assigned to one of the fighter squadrons here and 
would be arriving in a couple of months on a short 15 
month unaccompanied tour without Lydia. 

"I decided then that I was going to have to take the 
measure of the man who so completely captured the 
heart, love and loyalty of a woman of the caliber of 
Lydia Bartlett, so I decided to wait for your arrival 
and turned down all other offers and so far I know I 
made the right decision. Now let's quit talking so you 
can fill my mouth with that beautiful hot cock of 
yours. I'm ready now to taste and eat some of that same 
cock sauce that has graced Lydia's lips before I fuck 
your brains out." 

For the next three hours we fucked and sucked each 
other almost non-stop. My cock didn't fail me at all 
and stayed hard for three hours straight. But more 
importantly my balls kept up the pace with a steady 
production of cum so that I never came up dry. I was in 
either her cunt, mouth or ass non-stop for the next 
three hours and when I was in her mouth I ate her pussy 
and sucked out her cunt while she was sucking my cock 
and eating my cock sauce. 

I know I filled her various body orifices with full 
loads of my cum produced by at least a dozen separate 
orgasms over the three hour period. That woman was 
insatiable. But finally when I had worn her down with 
my last effort which was filling her mouth for the 
fourth time with 4 huge jets of my cum which she 
eagerly swallowed, she said, "God Dan, it's easy to see 
why Lydia has given herself to you so completely and 
without any reservations. You're fantastic in every 
way. I want to be your woman and make you my man for 
the duration if you'll have me."

I didn't know quite what to say and parsed my words 
very carefully as I started to reply, "You are a 
fantastic woman Carolyn and I can't remember when I 
have been so completely sexually satisfied as you have 
satisfied me tonight, but I love my wife more than 
anything in this world and she owns my heart and soul 
for as long as I live. Even as I am loving being in 
your arms tonight, I know that Lydia is probably also 
enjoying being fucked by some other man and eating his 
cum. I sure hope she is anyway. 

"We have what could be loosely referred to as a 
completely open marriage. But even that doesn't totally 
explain our relationships as you see she actively finds 
and suggests women to me that she feels I would really 
enjoy fucking and sucking and I in turn also help her 
find other men to sleep with as well. So please don't 
misunderstand the meaning of my having sex with you 
tonight. You are a beautiful woman and the epidemy of 
every man's vision of an ideal woman to love and 
possess. 

"Were it not for Lydia, I would eagerly fight to make 
you my woman for life. But even though Lydia and I both 
freely and openly seek out and enjoy the sexual favors 
of other partners, we are committed for life to each 
other and I could never leave her. With that caveat 
understood, I am honored to accept your offer and I 
would love nothing better than to possess your body and 
have you possess mine for as long as we are assigned 
here together."

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

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

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

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


Chapter 15: Achieving My Most Secret Fantasy


When my tour as the Operations Officer of my fighter 
squadron ended I had mixed emotions on many levels 
about having to leave for home and my new assignment 
which was to be on the Air Staff in the Pentagon in the 
office of Fighter Doctrine and Tactics Development. 
From a professional perspective, I had very 
successfully re-established myself in the fighter 
community as one of the Air Force's top fighter pilot's 
and it was difficult to leave the operational world of 
active flying and return to flying a desk again.

I knew that it was inevitable someday so I looked 
forward to be able to continue to be able to continue 
to contribute to making our Air Force's fighter arm the 
best in the world. And from a personal perspective I 
looked forward to my impending departure with bitter-
sweet emotions. On the one hand I was ecstatic about 
re-uniting again with my Lydia, the love of my life, 
and being able to hold her in my arms and re-explore 
the wonders of her luscious body, and sink my cock into 
her marvelous cunt, and then bury my face in her cunt 
to lick and suck up all her delectable cunt juices. 

But on the other hand, I was very sad and despondent 
about having to give up the pleasure of Carolyn's 
superb sexual talents and her ability to drive me to 
the absolute outer limits of erotic pleasure. Someday I 
may write about my year in bed with her and the 
fantastic sex we had together. As much as I loved my 
wife and would always be her man, and as fantastic a 
sex partner as she was.

I would have to admit that she had not yet reached the 
level of Carolyn's (Erotica's) out of this world 
capability for delivering the ultimate in sexual 
pleasure to the men she fucked and sucked. But Carolyn 
made our parting a little less painful and gave me some 
hope that it would not be forever when she told me that 
she had requested that she be assigned to the Air Staff 
legal office when her tour was up in 22 months and had 
been told that her request would be approved. 

During the fourteen months she and I had shared each 
others bodies, I had confided a little bit of the 
problems and difficulties that Lydia and I had to 
overcome after the incident with Norm, and so she knew 
about our swinging life style and how Lydia liked to 
fuck other men for my enjoyment, and our relationship 
with Ingrid. 

She also knew that Lydia knew all about my relationship 
with her and was very happy that I had found someone to 
keep my bed warm at nights and to eliminate the need 
for me to have to beat my meat to relieve my sexual 
tensions. During one particular fantastic night of sex 
when I was flying high on a wave of sheer erotic sexual 
pleasure, I inadvertently let it slip that my deepest 
most secret desire and wish was that Lydia would one 
day decide to become a whore like Carolyn and sell her 
body for my pleasure. 

Carolyn said that if I were ever lucky enough for that 
exciting event to ever become a reality that she would 
consider it an honor to advise and mentor Lydia on how 
to be a first class high-priced whore. But she also 
agreed emphatically with Ingrid's advice that I should 
not ever attempt to force it on Lydia. Such a decision 
had to be hers and hers alone. 

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

But then she said that the real reason she wanted to be 
a whore again was not for the money, (her future 
financial security was already guaranteed by both the 
millions of dollars she had in stocks, bonds and 
government securities and her air force retirement pay) 
but because she loved the life style of running with 
the rich and powerful and it was exciting to be so 
desired by such powerful men. 

She said that if Lydia ever did decide to become a 
whore, that she would be happy to share her client list 
with her and help her to get established in the 
business, but in any event that she would keep in touch 
and when she arrived at the Pentagon she would love to 
meet Lydia and share some lesbian sex with her and also 
have some three ways with us as well. So when I left to 
return home, I was armed with a whole bunch of new 
erotic fantasies involving the prospect of Lydia, 
Carolyn, Ingrid, and I all engaging in great round 
robin sex with each other.

During my flight home I replayed in my mind all the 
stories that Lydia had written me about the men she had 
fucked and sucked while I was gone and the group 
lesbian sex she had enjoyed with Ingrid and some of the 
other wives in our swingers group as well as the one-
on-one lesbian sex she had with some of them 
individually. She spared no detail about those 
encounters telling me all about the sizes of the men's 
cocks and which one's she loved in her cunt the most 
and how she learned to really enjoy being fucked in her 
ass as a change of pace from cunt and mouth fucking, 
and how much she had come to really love the taste of 
cum and couldn't wait to gobble down my special cock 
sauce.

On the last leg before arriving at our home airport, I 
was in such a state of extreme horniness in 
anticipation of being able to fuck my wife and eat her 
cunt again that my cock was in a persistent state of 
hard erection. I had to make my way to the lavatory and 
use a Velcro strap to strap my hard cock tight against 
my inner thigh inside my pants so that it wouldn't make 
a huge tent in the front of my crotch when I got off 
the airplane and embarrass me and everyone around me.

When I got off the airplane, Lydia was waiting for me 
at the gate and I gave her the tightest hug and biggest 
kiss I could muster. I was ecstatic to have my wife in 
my arms again. But then I looked around and said, 
"Where are the kids baby?" She gave me this coy look 
and said, "They're fine darling. They're with Ingrid 
and you'll get to see them real soon in due time. But I 
get first dibs on you sweetheart and I'm not sharing 
with anybody." 

Then she whispered in my ear, "Now lets get the hell 
out here lover. I can't wait to get my lips on your 
hot, hard cock. My pussy is already sopping wet in 
anticipation." I almost lost my load right there in my 
pants at the arrival gate I was so excited. As we 
rushed for the exit where she had a taxi waiting she 
said to forget about my luggage because she had made 
arrangements for it to be delivered. In three minutes 
we were at the airport Hyatt Regency hotel on our way 
up to the honeymoon suite that Lydia had booked for two 
nights. 

When we got inside the room and shut the door, Lydia 
immediately dropped to her knees and released my belt 
and pulled my pants and shorts down my legs to the 
floor to begin giving me a blowjob and then all of a 
sudden burst out laughing in hysterics. I said, "My 
god, baby what's wrong?" I had forgotten all about the 
Velcro strap binding my hard cock to the inner thigh of 
my leg. 

Lydia then said in between fits of laughing, "Oh baby 
how could you be so cruel to the poor thing. He wants 
so much to be free to find a willing mouth and cunt and 
you have him all locked up like that. I'm letting him 
out of jail right now and dismissing all charges 
against him." She then removed the Velcro strap and as 
she did it jumped right out straight and hit her on the 
end of her nose and Lydia said, "You see baby, it knows 
an eager mouth when it sees one," and then she wrapped 
her lips around it and began to suck it hard and deep 
into her mouth. 

It took less than a minute and I exploded in a massive 
orgasm and shot seven huge loads of cum into her mouth 
which she swallowed and exclaimed how wonderful it was 
to have my delicious tasty cum in her mouth, throat, 
and stomach again. I then picked her up and carried her 
over to the bed and removed her blouse and skirt. She 
had no underwear on and was completely naked.

I laid her out on the bed and climbed on top of her 
straddling her with my knees and ran my hands and 
fingers lightly over her smooth skin caressing and 
feeling the soft texture of her flesh and started to 
kiss, lick and suck her entire body with my mouth 
beginning with her neck behind her ear and slowly 
moving down to the hollow of her throat and then her 
tits, pausing over each tit to make each nipple stand 
up hard as I licked them with my tongue and gently 
nipped at them with my teeth and sucked them deep into 
my mouth. 

I moved my mouth down over her flat stomach pausing to 
stick my tongue into her belly button and sucking on it 
while moving on to the top of her pussy where I nuzzled 
her clit with the tip of my nose, and then used my nose 
to part her pussy lips and ran my nose down into her 
slit valley, sniffing deeply and noisily to drink in 
deeply through my nose her aroused woman's scent as I 
moved to the entrance of her quivering cunt hole. 

I pushed my nose into the opening of her cunt and 
rejoiced in the unique aroma of her female sex juices 
being produced in the inner chambers of her love palace 
in anticipation of welcoming my invading hot love rod 
with it's supply of life giving creamy cock sauce. 
Lydia was sighing and moaning and starting to slowly 
hump her hips as I reached her anus with my nose and 
sniffed deeply of the slightly pungent but tantalizing, 
alluring odor of her tender ass hole, re-registering on 
my brain the woman's scent that I remembered so well as 
the scent of my woman. 

I then brought my tongue into action as I began to re-
trace my steps back up her body licking and sucking 
gently on the sensitive rim of her anus and the skin 
between her ass and her cunt then sticking my tongue 
into her cunt to lick the inner walls and suck out the 
cunt juices that were beginning to leak through the 
fleshy gates of her love canal. 

Lydia was now writhing under my face, pushing her cunt 
up against my mouth and whispering, "Oh god Dan, how 
I've missed the way you make love to me. It's so 
animalisticly primal and erotic the way you caress, 
lick and taste my body and sniff and smell all my body 
scents and odors. It drives me wild for your hard cock 
to be deep into the essence of my being. 

You're the only man in the world my darling who knows 
how to make love to me and take me to the peak of 
delicious ecstasy. Oh god don't ever stop it feels so 
wonderful," and her voice trailed off as she began to 
gasp and moan in ecstasy as I continued to lick and 
suck on her pussy lips and the inner lips of her cunt 
valley as I slowly made my way up her valley to her 
clit and began to gently caress it with my tongue and 
suck on it's swollen flesh protruding from under it's 
protective sheath.

Then she started to buck her hips uncontrollably as she 
was beginning to scale the slopes of her building 
orgasm to the peak of orgiastic exquisite pleasure and 
was pleading for my hot, hard cock. I slipped my cock 
deep into her cunt and began rhythmically pumping it in 
and out of her love channel as she tightened the 
muscles of the inner walls of her cunt to squeeze it 
tight along the length of my throbbing cock. 

I was ready almost immediately to pump her cunt full of 
my cum, but I forced myself to hold back the torrent of 
boiling cum that was rising up out of my balls and 
waited for a few strokes until I could sense when she 
was about to go over the top of her building massive 
orgasm. When I felt her whole body start to convulse as 
her orgasm was reaching it's peak I released my cum and 
allowed it to rush through my cock and begin shooting 
large jets of hot cock sauce into her cunt in my own 
massive orgasm as Lydia reached her orgasm at the same 
time. She was literally screaming in exquisite pain and 
yelling for me to flood her cunt and womb with my sweet 
cum as she bucked and humped her hips so hard against 
my cock that I thought she was going to leave bruises 
all over my groin and her pussy.

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

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

I thought for a about a minute before I answered her 
and then I said, "I wasn't going to tell you this 
sweetheart until later, not because there is anything 
wrong, but just because I wanted to wait for the right 
moment, but Carolyn did have a pretty large repertoire 
of sexual tricks that she enjoyed using. But you see 
what I didn't know until after I had been sleeping with 
her for a couple of weeks is that for almost six years 
before she joined the air force as a lawyer from the 
time she had just turned 18 until she was about 23 and 
a half while she was going to college to get her 
bachelors degree and her law degree.

She was also a very high-class and expensive whore in 
the Washington DC area who sold her body to wealthy 
powerful men by appointment only. Her whore's moniker 
was Erotica, and for the time that she worked as a 
whore she was considered to be the queen of all the 
high-priced whores in the Washington area and commanded 
the highest prices for her services of any whore in the 
area. By the time she graduated and entered the air 
force she had saved three and a half million dollars 
from her earnings as a whore. 

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

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

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

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

All that talk about whores and whoring and Lydia's 
obvious interest and fascination with Carolyn's story 
was very exciting to me and my cock had gotten 
extremely hard in Lydia's cunt. Lydia looked at me and 
said, "I can feel your cock getting really hard in my 
cunt again honey. All this talk about whores has you 
really turned on doesn't it baby?" 

I replied, "It sure does sweetie. I don't know why, but 
the idea of a woman selling her body to pleasure men 
has always been erotic to me and always excites me and 
gets my juices flowing. Maybe it's because my mother, 
the first woman that ever fucked me and sucked my cock 
and ate my cum, and then fucked and sucked me off 
regularly for three years until I left home was also a 
whore, and I guess is still a whore."

Lydia was breathing hard now and was humping her cunt 
back and forth against my cock, and she said between 
breaths, "It excites me too darling. Would you like me 
to be a whore too Danny . Would you like it if I were a 
whore like your mother and Carolyn . Does that idea 
excite you too like it excites me?" But before I could 
reply she all of a sudden reached her orgasm with a 
powerful series of whole body convulsions at the same 
time that I began shooting huge wads of cum into her 
cunt again.

We laid in each other's arms while we recovered our 
strength again after the massive orgasms that we had 
both just experienced again. Lydia was quiet in a 
pensive mood with her head resting on my chest and 
occasionally giving me a little kiss on my nipples 
while she rested. I was thinking about what had just 
happened and was trying to decide if Lydia's dirty 
talking while we were fucking, asking me if I wanted 
her to be a whore like Carolyn and my mom, was just a 
device to excite me to a stronger orgasm, or if she 
really was trying to tell me that she would like to be 
a whore if I wanted her to be one. 

I sensed that this was a very special moment that if 
handled just right could mean that I could realize my 
most treasured fantasy of having Lydia become a whore 
to please me, but I had to make sure that she would 
feel that the decision would be hers alone to make with 
no pressure from me. 

But my mind was reeling. I had only been back together 
with my wife for about three hours after being apart 
for 15 months and here I was trying to think of a 
clever way to make her want to be a whore for me and 
believe that it was totally her idea. The whole 
situation was totally surreal. If it were not for the 
fact that it was really happening, the whole situation 
would have been too improbable for anyone to believe 
that it could really be happening. I couldn't 
concentrate and after about ten minutes of thinking 
about how to make it happen without developing any good 
ideas.

Lydia spoke up and said, "Danny honey. Are you getting 
hungry? I'm famished. Why don't we take a break and go 
down to the hotel restaurant and grab a quick bite." 
And I said, "Sure babes. I could use a bite. It's been 
over 12 hours since I've had a decent meal."

We got up and showered together, enjoying feeling each 
others bodies all over again and then dressed and went 
down to have dinner in the hotel restaurant. During 
dinner neither one of us brought up the subject that I 
think both of us were dying to talk about- the idea of 
Lydia experimenting at being a whore. 

Instead we talked about each other's experiences while 
we were apart and how great the kids were doing in 
school and how fast they were growing up. I had six 
weeks of leave time coming before I had to report for 
duty in the Pentagon and we talked about our coming 
move and where we wanted to live in the Washington area 
and where the best schools were for the kids until we 
were all talked out and decided to go back up to the 
room.

When we got back in bed I started to make a move to 
start making love to Lydia again when she said, "Let's 
just cuddle for a while Danny, ok sweetheart? We don't 
have to make mad passionate love all the time." Then 
she giggled as she said, "Besides you have already 
proven that you can still fuck my brains out with that 
magnificent monster hot cock of yours and make me 
squeal for mercy. 

But you know sweetie, as much as I missed you shoving 
your dick deep into my cunt and driving me to the 
highest peaks of ecstasy, I think I missed more just 
having you cuddle close against my body and feeling the 
warmth of your body against mine and holding me and 
just loving me and making me feel safe and wanted and 
part of you. I can't possibly express how much I have 
missed you darling. All I know is that I am not ever 
going to let you leave me again for any reason. Where 
you go, I go, and that's another promise baby, just 
like the one's I made that morning after Norm fucked me 
that night.

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

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

I was tingling with excitement when I responded, "I 
sure do honey. For most of human history women have 
sold their favors to men who were willing to pay for 
them. Some of the most famous and powerful women in 
history were whores. During the period of the Roman 
civilization high class whores who were especially 
talented in pleasuring men and satisfying their sexual 
desires were held in high esteem and accorded a place 
of honor in Roman society. There is nothing more 
honorable than offering a commodity for sale at a fair 
price and delivering fair value for the price. That's 
what a whore does baby. 

She offers her body and her services as a commodity 
that men are willing to pay for and then she delivers 
professional high quality services that equals or 
exceeds the expectations of her customers which 
constitutes fair value for the price she charges. It is 
only because that in near modern times the do-gooder 
holy rollers of society have stigmatized the whoring 
profession as being something sinful and dishonest 
because the commodity they offer for sale is sex, and 
that's a crock. Do I think whoring is an honorable 
profession? You bet I do as long as a whore offers and 
delivers fair value for the prices that she charges."

Lydia replied, "Thank you angel. And now I have 
something that I want to talk about sweetie. You know 
that I sleep with other men because I know that it 
gives you great pleasure to watch me fuck and suck them 
off and that knowledge pleases me as well because I 
live for pleasing you my love. I'm not saying that I 
don't enjoy the physical act of another man's cock in 
my cunt or mouth because I do. I don't deny that. I 
enjoy a good orgasm or the taste of sweet cock sauce as 
much as any other woman does. 

"But I would give it all up in a heartbeat if you asked 
me to because you are all the man I need to satisfy my 
desires. I would be perfectly content to only know your 
cock and taste your delicious cum on my tongue for the 
rest of my life if that's what you wanted. But I've 
been thinking. Whenever I do fuck another man, aren't I 
giving it away for free, and wouldn't it be more 
honorable if I made him pay me for it- a fair price of 
course- I wouldn't think of gouging him. What do you 
think sweetheart?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before I left for home I shared my secret fantasy of 
hoping you would want to become a whore to please me 
with Carolyn. She told me that based on everything she 
had already heard about you and the additional 
information I had told her about you and about the kind 
of strong self-confident woman you are, that she felt 
that there was at least a better than even chance that 
you would eventually want to try out how it felt to be 
a whore. She said that you sounded exactly like the 
kind of women who made for very successful and very 
expensive high-class whores. 

She said that if that fortunate event ever came to pass 
that she would love to help and advise you in setting 
yourself up in business in the Washington area and that 
she would be happy to share her client list of wealthy, 
powerful men with you to get you started. What do you 
think about that sweetheart? With the famous Erotica in 
your corner mentoring you and recommending your 
services you're bound to be an instant success as a 
high-class, expensive Washington whore."

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

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

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

My cock was stiff as a rod sticking straight up in the 
air and Lydia was so engrossed in our talk about her 
being a whore that she hadn't noticed and when she 
turned her head and said, "Oh how delightful," and then 
she proceeded to work on my cock with her mouth and 
tongue with a range of erotic moves and techniques that 
I had never seen her use before. She just didn't stuff 
my cock in her mouth and start sucking. 

She began by rimming my ass with her tongue and licking 
the sensitive skin between my ass and my balls while 
lightly running her fingers up and down my cock, then 
taking my cum sac into her mouth and sucking gently on 
each testicle and pushed it around with her tongue 
while using her teeth to nibble and nip at the skin of 
my cum sac. She used her fingernails to gently scratch 
the underside of my cock and moved her mouth to the tip 
of my cock and licked and nipped at the sensitive areas 
around the glans and under the head where the shaft 
joined with the head. 

When the slippery pre-cum began flowing out of my cock, 
she harvested it onto her tongue and then used her 
tongue to spread it all over my ass hole for 
lubrication. I was moaning with delight at her expert 
erotic use of her mouth, tongue, and fingers on my ass, 
balls and cock to drive me up the sheer walls of 
exquisite pleasure. She was doing things to me with her 
mouth and tongue that she had never done before and I 
was ecstatic. 

When she sensed that I was nearing the point of 
exploding, that's when she moved to take my cock in her 
mouth, but at the same time she also made a move to 
take the middle finger of her hand and slipped it in to 
my ass hole that she had just lubricated with my pre-
cum using her tongue. The combination of her magic lips 
suckling on my cock and her finger massaging the 
insides of my ass was more than I could stand and I 
exploded in her mouth with torrents of hot, creamy cum 
which she kept swallowing as she kept up a steady 
sucking action to keep it flowing out of my cock until 
there was nothing left. It was the most erotic and 
fantastic cock sucking that I had ever had by anyone 
including Carolyn.

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

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

Our little plan for having Lydia fuck a john that she 
picked up from the bar in the hotel while I watched 
from the closet worked out perfectly. She put on a 
fantastic show for me and the guy she was fucking and 
sucking was sophisticated enough to understand that he 
was being serviced by the best whore that he was ever 
likely to be lucky enough to engage. He was so grateful 
for the two hours she worked on his cock with her mouth 
and cunt that he gave her a $200 tip in addition to her 
standard $250 fee for two hours of sex. 

I was also ecstatically grateful to get to watch my 
wife perform as a whore and fuck and suck a man with 
such skill and imagination. I had three massive and 
very silent orgasms in that closet as I stroked my cock 
watching her suck on her john's ass and cock and eat 
his cum and stuff his hard cock in her cunt and fuck 
his brains out. Just before he left the room she gave 
him one last farewell blow job for which he thanked her 
profusely as she ushered him out the door locking it 
behind him. 

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

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

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

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


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


That event in the airport hotel when I returned from my 
remote overseas tour took place about seven years ago 
and it marked the beginning of Lydia's career as a 
whore. Ingrid was overjoyed with our decision for Lydia 
to become a whore and decided to move her practice to 
Washington so that she could stay close to the action 
and monitor and record the progress of our relationship 
and Lydia's performance as a whore. 

Carolyn was true to her word and gave Lydia her client 
list of rich and powerful men in the DC area and wrote 
each of them a personal letter announcing the arrival 
of a first class new whore and recommended that they 
sample her talents. Many of those men responded 
favorably and availed themselves of Lydia's services 
and were unanimous in their praise of her fucking and 
sucking talents and word of mouth about Lydia spread 
quickly throughout the corridors of the wealthy and 
powerful movers and shakers in Washington. Lydia's 
business took off like a rocket. In her first full year 
as a Washington by appointment only whore, Lydia earned 
$265,000. For the next five years she averaged $310,000 
a year.

This year was Carolyn's first full year back into the 
Washington whore business as Erotica after her 
retirement from the Air Force, and her business picked 
up immediately just as if she had never dropped out of 
the scene like she did. The caliber of her clientele 
was several magnitudes of wealth and power above the 
level of the type of clients that patronized Lydia so 
the two whores were not in direct competition with each 
other. 

In fact the nature of the business had changed so much 
from when Erotica was formerly active as one that was 
primarily characterized as one-on-one fucking and 
sucking to one where group sex and fuck and suck 
parties with multiple whores were more popular than 
old-fashioned one-on-one sex. Erotica discovered that 
her clients frequently wanted to be serviced by two, 
and at times, three whores at once and so she made a 
teaming/sharing agreement with Lydia to work together 
on those type of group engagements. 

Ingrid evens takes part from time to time whenever an 
engagement requires three whores. She is fascinated 
with the whoring life and has been having a ball 
participating in it and making a nice chunk of change 
for herself as well. Revenues have soared since Erotica 
re-established herself as a whore because her clients 
are the type that think nothing of spending millions of 
dollars a year to indulge their personal gratification 
needs from gambling, fast cars, to sex with beautiful 
whores, and Carolyn and Veronica are very successful at 
reaping a large part of the sex pie.

So far in the first six years of our whoring business, 
we have socked away $2.5 million for our retirement. 
The $665,000 that we cleared this last year by being 
part of Erotica's stable of whores increased our six 
year nest egg by about 25% in just one year. 

Lydia is only 42 now and Erotica is 40. We estimate 
that both whores have about five or six more years of 
good whoring left in them and we project annual average 
earnings for Lydia to be at least $700,000 based on 
conservative projections of future business demand for 
those five or six years giving us a conservative 
estimate of about $7-$8 million nest egg for our 
retirement before age 50. That would yield at a 6% 
return about $360,000 a year income plus my Air Force 
retirement of $85,000 for a total of $420,000. I think 
we will do very nicely on that revenue stream for our 
retirement years.

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

Monday 7:30pm

That was Lydia on the cell phone Sunday morning telling 
me to hurry up to Room 246 and to come on in because 
she left the door cracked and not locked. I rushed up 
to the room and found Lydia naked on the bed beckoning 
me to her where she gave me a big kiss with a mouth 
full of her clients fresh cum which she slipped in to 
my mouth. 

I swallowed that sweet load and then asked her how it 
went. She said she had a great time with Steve, as 
usual, and was really proud of herself because she 
finally succeeded in overloading Steve's balls by 1:30 
in the morning to where he didn't have any more cum to 
shoot until 7:30 this morning after giving his balls 
five or six hours to recover from her aggressive attack 
on his cock with her mouth and cunt for almost seven 
hours non-stop beginning after dinner from 6:30 pm on 
Saturday to 1:30am on Sunday. 

She said that she needed to get home and get some rest 
because she got a call on her cell phone last night 
from Erotica with a two day gig with a Middle East oil 
sheik who was in Washington for a meeting with some 
World Bank officials and wanted to be serviced by three 
whores for two nights starting at 6:30 tonight. 

She had already lined up Ingrid as the third whore. She 
said this guy liked three whores to service him at the 
same time in his ass, cock and mouth and in between his 
getting his cock fucked, his ass licked and sucked, and 
eating a cunt, he liked to watch women having lesbian 
sex. Erotica said that this gig would probably pay 
about $150,000 each for all three of them.

I started to get off the bed and collect Lydia's 
clothes for her when she said, "Slow down baby we don't 
have to rush right off. I still have a cunt full of 
fresh cum and cunt juice. It's only been about 45 
minutes since Steve last fucked me. Don't you want to 
eat out my cunt honey?" I said, "Oh my god, yes of 
course. You bet I do. I was so excited about the 
prospect of a $150,000 payday that I forgot," and I 
buried my face and mouth in Lydia's cunt and began 
sucking out all that tasty cum and cunt juice while 
Lydia caressed the hair on my head and began moaning 
with pleasure.

"Oh that feels so good darling, suck it all out baby, 
fuck it with your tongue, I love it when you eat my 
cunt like this," and her hips began to hump and writhe 
as her orgasm was building, and then I started nipping 
at her cunt lips and swirling my tongue in her cunt 
hole and she went crazy and went over the top with her 
orgasm and started squirting clear sweet cunt juice in 
to my mouth. Man do I ever love that cunt juice!!

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

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

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

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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