1 comments/ 122848 views/ 18 favorites Terry Takes On The Navy By: NaughtyMike Back in the late 70's I was serving hard time in the Navy. I was stationed out of Groton, Connecticut, living modestly in base apartment housing with my wife of 4 years. I married Teresa (Terry) when we were 18. She was somewhat southern, being raised a military brat at Virginia Beach. Her hair was dirty blonde. Terry had a nice built with shapely muscular legs and ass. Her pussy was tight with slightly darker hair. Her breasts varied between 34B and 36C cup sizes depending on maker of the bra and time of the month. Terry tended to be shy until she got to know someone really good, than she was simply standoffish. She enjoyed being talked dirty to while having sex, although would not talk dirty herself. Her fantasy was to have "a guy in every orifice" not 3 cocks stuck inside me, but " a guy in every orifice." I would cater to her fantasies when I spoke dirty to her during foreplay. Terry was no prude, mind you. We would go to the X rated drive-ins and fuck and suck each other in the back seat of our VW while watching the movie and patrons passing by, getting popcorn, watching us. We had also purchased the popular book, "Joy of Sex" which we proceeded to experiment with up until the point it had us swap partners or engage in group sex. When my grandmother died, we absconded with her old clothes. Terry claimed she would use them to make a quilt. In reality we used them to act out rape fantasies where I would rip the clothes from her body. This fantasy worked even better when Terry had a worn out bra she was ready to trash. Twenty years after our divorce, I would still get reminded about Nana's clothes at family reunions. I just smile and innocently shrug my shoulders over the missing quilt. I could write about these events: "Terry gently quivered as I thrust my hot throbbing love muscle into her warm receptive flesh. The VW swayed slowly to the rhythm of our passion as strangers caught glimpses of our love sharing"- but that is not my style. That is a romance novel- sure to obtain an editor's pick. My style would be "Terry winced as I rammed my cock into her well lubricated snatch. We rocked the VW as Goobers peered in the window to see my big white hairy ass in motion. They opened the car door, grabbed her tits and stuck their dicks down her throat." –Now that's real porno! If you like the word "quiver" shop at the big green "E". Anyway that group scene never happened. I don't want to insult my readers with fictional nonsense, so I will continue with what really happened one night. Honest. This is a no shitter. Submarine crews were pretty tight. We spent most of our time together under the ocean with a lot of male bonding. The guys become as brothers to you- even the assholes. Everyone hangs up naked pictures by their rack of their wives which we all gaze at, rate, and borrow from time to time. Our Chief of the Boat (Skip) who makes up the duty schedule was the only black man on board. He loved to gamble. His duty section was stacked with poker players. When someone lost a bundle and stopped playing Skip would swap him out with someone who played. I was the luckiest by far, being the top money winner, however I would say Skip and Vic were overall better players. I avoided playing with just the 3 of us, as I lost my shirt before this way. I always insisted on 5 or 6 players to assure a profit. When we were in port and off duty we would sometimes play cards at someone's house. Most of the guys were single so us married folk hosted the games-simply because we had a place to do so. It was a cold October day. We were in stand down after a long Unitas run to South America. Everyone just had his dick inspected by the boat pecker-checker, shot with penicillin and given a clean bill of health. We would never tell our wives what really went on -that is why we are called the "Silent Service." The card game was at my place. I had a well-stocked liquor cabinet in those days. Terry got to show off her limited cooking skills by putting together some finger foods. Unfortunately those finger foods were chicken livers wrapped in bacon. I love bacon, but hate liver. In fact I hate liver so much, I gave it up for lent eleven years in a row. This food always brought a look of confusion to my face, as I ponder how much I should eat to be polite. Vic was the first to arrive. He was generally in good disposition when he got his way. He was on the short side, about 5' 5" tall from San Antonio, Texas. His mother was Mexican which gave him olive skin and nice facial features. Vic brought his own Wild Turkey (I couldn't afford to keep him in liquor) and began his normal harmless flirting with Terry. Skip arrived next- the only black fellow in the group. He brought along a Navy blanket to be used as our "felt" tablecloth. He also brought two new decks of rider backs; broke the seal on one in front us and proceeded to shuffle. I counted out chips in anticipation of our other guests. John arrived shortly after Skip. John worked with me in the lab. He had balding blonde hair and was working on his pouch. His wife, Sue recently had a baby and all the Navy wives hated her because she got "her figure back" in a couple of weeks. Sue was a class act. Her family had some of that Long Island money. She could cook (unlike my wife) and was the only women I knew who could still look classy breast feeding a kid in a room full of sailors. Too bad John left her at home. With four people we opted to play some spades with an old deck of cards while waiting for the other two players. After the fourth hand Sarge and Reno had arrived. They were the chumps. Neither one had a poker face. Sarge thinks he can win every pot with a pair of aces. He never folds early. He likes to play a game we called "jacks, trips, progressive." Sarge was our token Southerner at the poker table. He was short, blonde and on the thin side compared to the rest of us "full figured" men. Reno was from out west. He was born and reared in Salt Lake City, Utah-several times. He was a short Hobbit like chap; hairy and he liked to party. Reno could always find a dumb way to say something clever. We knew he was smart, we just weren't sure what about. The games went fairly much as expected. Skip, Vic and myself were accumulating chips, John held his own, while Reno and Sarge were feeding us. The drinks were coming with regularity. Vic was working furiously on his bottle of Wild Turkey. Reno was a Bicardi and coke man as was Skip. John preferred gin and tonic, and Sarge was taste testing from everything available. These were my scotch drinking days. Pinch on the rocks was my favorite. My wife, Terry was a scotch drinker also. Terry was wearing a new pair of jeans to celebrate her recent weight loss and a green halter-top she made herself. Her breasts would peek slightly out at the sides, showing off just a touch of pale white flesh. Her nipples would tend to get hard against the material. Every now and then she would duck out of sight and rub the nips to make them go back down. Skip would deal High-Chicago a lot. For some reason he always had a lock with the ace of spades in the hole. I would always suck along with a shitty hand with the hole king. It never failed. Vic and myself played a lot of 7 card high-low split with a kicker-roll your own. The more rules and twists the better we thought- making it tougher on the mediocre players. Sarge always had trouble with this one. Reno liked to play Low-Chicago. We started calling him the anti-Skip. Terry was busy playing the host, but as time progressed, she retired to the connecting room and turned on the tube. Actually the entire downstairs was one big room shaped like a blocked letter "C". The dining room table was visible from both the kitchen and living room area. Don Kershner's Rock Concert was playing. We officially hated that show. It had a bunch of "artists" come on and lip sync their songs to a pre-recorded video. The nerve to call it a rock concert. Videos suck. Live music was best. Videos would never catch on. Disco was killing Rock n' Roll. Both the Stones and Rod Stewart sold out. And here was sweet innocent Terry, sitting on the sofa, watching this shit. It was all her fault Rock would die a horrible death. We asked her to turn it off and put on some Steely Dan. She was nice enough not to mention my Donna Summer's tape. At eleven PM Skip, who was ahead, announced that he would be leaving at midnight, that we had one hour to win our money back. True to his word, at midnight Skip turned into a pumpkin and John who was about even went with him. This left the four of us with Sarge and Reno near broke. It would not have been so bad, except now, Sarge and Reno would alternately start sitting out a few hands to "change their luck." With three people playing, I began to slowly lose my money back to Vic. This was not a good sign. I tried to put the brakes on by playing conservative and making frequent calls to the bathroom to delay the game. I noticed Vic had also been using the bathroom a lot, but for a different purpose, as his jaws were grinding quite a bit. By one o'clock I was in the red. Terry was cleaning up. You could still see plenty of exposed flesh from the sides of her breasts as she moved about. Vic seemed to be the only one besides me who was watching. Things were winding down, when we broke into a good game of 5-card draw. We had both bet our limits by the pre-established rules, but wanted to bet more. Vic had suggested a $500.00 side bet. I told him I did not have that kind of money. He then suggested my wife in lieu of the $500.00. Terry immediately objected. I said, "Dear, before you say no, look at my hand." I had a full house, aces over eights A good hand by any standard, and being a poor sailor, we could of really used the money. Terry hesitated. "Let me get this straight. If we win, you will give us $500. If we lose I will have sex with you." Vic corrected her, "If you lose, you have sex with all of us." Terry thought for awhile. Her nipples were getting hard pondering what might happen. Vic had his eyes glued to her chest. Terry looked down and saw her hard nipples and instinctively rubbed them. Vic went wild. Terry using this to her advantage said, "make it a thousand." I love that girl. Vic countered, " $700." Terry bargained, "$800 and you can use any orifice you want." Vic cracked up over her use of the word "orifice" but agreed to the deal. Reno and Sarge were hovering about the table, now wide-awake. They had mixed emotions about this bet. They generally liked to see Vic lose his ass. My joining the poker group gave them new hope. But now, pussy was at stake. I slowly laid down my full house. Vic had a mock look of dejection on his face. I had seen it before and expected the worse. Vic proclaimed, "I have two pair." He paused. "A black pair of sevens and a red pair of sevens." Shit! I had lost. Terry went and sat on the sofa. She was visibly upset, looking as if she might renege on the deal. Vic protested to me. "A deal is a deal." Vic was real big into honoring bets and deals. I couldn't back out with witnesses, but what was I to do? "Vic what do you want me to do, hold her down while you guys fuck her?" Vic was visibly upset. I leaned over to him and in a soft tone suggested he let loose of some of that white powder he had been snorting. I grabbed a Melmac heirloom plate featuring all-star favorite Dave Kingman. It was a great investment, a sure Hall of Famer. I turned it upside down to cut a few lines. Vic reluctantly pulled out his stash. He knew there was very little I could legally do to get Terry to spread her legs. At this juncture it was worth the gamble. A half dozen lines were cut, as I motioned to Terry to come over to the table. She took a few deep breaths, gathered her composure and came over. It wasn't quite a death march; some of the reluctance was eroding away, as she knew her fate. I said to Terry in front of the gang, "Look dear, ten months from now I'll be getting out of the fuckin' Navy and you'll never see any of these guys again. And 7 on those months we won't be in port. You'll never have a chance like this again. Seize the moment. Enjoy yourself and honor our word." I used the phrase "our word" instead of "your word" to convince her we were in this together. Actually I didn't care one way or another at this point. While it was important to honor a bet, I didn't want Terry hating me the rest of my life either for something I made her do. I said the words I was required to say in order to save face. My encouragement was a way of washing my hands of the situation. I stood behind Terry as she bent over to do a few lines. She did mine line and Vic's line too. As Terry was coming up to a full standing position, her hands were busy with her nose and gums. I took the opportunity to untie her halter-top. The top fell away from her torso. Terry instinctively went to cover her breasts with her hands, only to find my hands were already there, smothering both her breasts. Terry smiled. She was felling the effects of the coke. She looked at the guys and in a fake cockney accent blurted out, "Well boys would like to take a look at my titties?" I was floored at this point. They were always "breasts" never "titties." Vic let out his deep voice short sinister ZZ Top laugh, "Ha Ha Ha." Reno and Sarge just nodded in agreement. Reno added, "I wouldn't mind." I spread my fingers open a small bit to reveal her nipples, while still holding on to her breast. I spun Terry around to face me, and with her ass against the table, gently pushed her back until she was lying on the kitchen table. The poker chips flew everywhere as she knocked a stack over with her hand. I grabbed her halter-top off her now naked torso and made a blindfold out of it. Terry couldn't see who was doing what to her, although from our voices, it wouldn't be hard to guess. She was getting into the spirit of the Gangbang of Halloween Present. The guys all went for her tits. Vic was at the bottom of the table at this point, by her feet, I had moved to the opposite end by Terry's head. Reno and Sarge were both on the same side of the table, but soon Sarge got his own side. I held Terry's hands over her head (this really wasn't necessary, but it excited the fuck out of both of us) so the guys could get better access to her tits. Vic, out of position for titty feels, unsnapped Terry's pants. Everyone paused for a moment as they heard the snap pop open. The zipper came down. Vic grabbed both sides of her pants to slip them off. Terry assisted by lifting her ass. Vic was sure to get the panties too in one swift motion. I watched him stuff her panties into his pant's pocket as a keepsake-what a sentimental guy. Sarge and Reno quickly ascended on Terry's exposed pussy with their mitts. They were rubbing her bush and exploring her cunt with their fingers. Vic couldn't get his share of feels. "Excuse me" Vic barked out indignantly. " I made the bet! Move aside, I'm going to fuck her." Vic undid his pants. I could feel Terry nervously twitch oh so slightly as she could hear the sound of Vic unzipping his trousers and dropping them to the floor. Vic crouched over and gently caressed Terry's exposed thighs making his way toward the Vesica Piscis. With one finger he worked her lips slowly apart, roving his finger along the outside of her lips. With the other hand Vic patted the soft cottony blonde Venus Mound. Vic lowered his head and licked her pussy. My wife quivered at the touch of his tongue next to her clit. Her breaths became shorter as Vic worked his tongue in a rapid motion, then a quick plunge into the sump, for the full taste of her love juices. He stood up and towered over the naked helpless Teresa. He grabbed her by the legs and slid her to the edge of the table so he could penetrate her from a standing position. We all moved accordingly down the table, marking the spot on her breasts on which we had our hands, as not to lose our place. With his manhood unleashed Vic thrusted his mighty 4-inch mass of hot throbbing meat in my wife's wet awaiting love box. Terry's anxious pussy lips parted to meet the thrusts of his manliness. I could feel the warm tremors of her body as her pussy closed around his Texan shaft making as it makes its rhythmic machine pulsating motions. My buddies roving hands were exploring my blindfolded wife's naked body, as I still held her hands prisoner, while Vic violated her pussy. At this point I let her hands loose, to feel some titty myself. As I got my first feel, Terry leaned up on the table on one elbow, peeked out from the bottom of the blindfold and said, " Vic, when are you going to put the other half in?" My mouth fell open. We all started to laugh. Even Terry was laughing at her own remark. Reno released Terry's boobs while he held his side with laughter. Now the real problem with this kind of remark, is that it will stay with Vic his entire Naval career and then some. Everyone one on the boat will ask him, "when are you going to put the other half in?" Leaving the command will not help. We would be sure to correspond with his new shipmates. Vic was visibly upset. "Com'on! It is not that funny!" That only made matters worse. Things did quiet down after a bit to only an occasional snicker, followed by a "I was thinking about something else, honest Vic, I wasn't laughing at your dick." Terry replaced her blindfold, and the boys returned to business of feeling up my wife. Reno turned to me a said, "Mind if I suck your wife's tit?" I was looking down at Terry's tits. She had one "innie" tit and one "outie". Reno had the broken "innie" on his side of the table. I said, "Sure, try to fix that one, and Reno…try not to slobber all over it, there are more of us here." With that both Reno and Sarge converged on her tits. After some minor head bumping, they managed to manipulate Terry's boobs so they could both suck. Not wanting Vic, to be the only embarrassed person, I opted to stick my cock in Terry's mouth. Terry was a good cocksucker when she put her mind to it, but it was not her preferred way to have sex. She would frequently complain that all I wanted was to her "suck me off." Not far from the truth, but she never complained about me going down on her. She couldn't object in front of an audience. I used this opportunity to get a good blowjob. With her hands loosely held together over her head, I had complete control over her mouth, using slow in and out strokes while Vic plowed her with his "love muscle" and the rest of the boys sucked on her exposed breasts. This did not go on long before Terry turned her head aside and spoke, "You guys are missing an orifice." That was my cue to make a suggestion, "Who wants to fuck an ass?" Reno lifted his head up from his dessert; "We're not at sea right now." "Not my ass Reno, Terry's ass," I corrected. "Oh, okay, I'll take that orifice, since that's all's that's left," Reno agreed making sport of Terry's nomenclature. We all moved to the carpet. Vic lay down as Terry mounted "mini man." We had to remove her blindfold at this time, she needed some visual help to find his dick and stick it in. The humiliation Vic had intended for Terry was quickly focused on him. Reno came in from behind. Terry had a tight ass, so we applied some petroleum jelly, (boy butter as we called it in the Navy). Terry was on all fours over Vic, Reno pumping from behind. We reapplied the blindfold- at Terry's request no less. Sarge and I both shoved our cocks in her face, with Vic's face precariously below Terry's mouth. Vic laughed, "Ha, ha, ha. I hope you're a good swallower." I answered for Terry as she had her mouth full. I gave an okay sign, "she's the best!" In reality Terry was not a good swallower. She hated the taste of cum and disliked feeling sticky inside. She called cum "Yuk". Being somewhat inexperienced I thought all women hated the taste and feel of cum. It was an epiphany when I found out different. I knew what was about to happen, with Terry's inability to swallow the load, but I did nothing to prevent it. It would be soon time for Vic to get to know his fellowman a little better. Terry Takes On The Navy Watching my wife getting doubled fucked while attempting to suck two cocks was a turn on for me- a little too much in fact. I overwhelmed her mouth with warm sticky bitter cum. She moved herself up and back a bit attempting not to dribble any. She failed and almost broke Reno in half in the process. Reno quickly pulled out her ass. He wasn't as straight and hard as before. A few white pearls appeared at Terry's mouth and a couple of drops landed on Vic's chest. I was hoping for a face shot, but this was just as good considering his reaction. "Bitch… Damn it… Man! I thought you told me she could swallow" Vic said slightly perturbed. "What can I say Vic, I was bluffing. Let me get you something for that." I went upstairs to grab a roll of toilet paper. I passed the open bedroom door and espied our camera sitting on top of chest through the open door. "A Kodak Moment" I thought. I grabbed the camera and went downstairs. I quickly took a picture of Vic's chest with dub on it. I handed Vic the roll of paper and let him wipe it off. He got the bulk of it, but was undoubtedly still a little sticky. Terry didn't mind me taking naked pictures of her. She had bought me the camera and a locked strong box for just that reason. It was a compromise deal where I had to toss out my porno magazines (Playboys didn't count as porno, Terry liked to read them.) She never knew her photos had found their way to be posted by my bunk on the boat. The whole crew had seen her naked. Now they would get to see her sporting three cocks. I took a photo of Terry with Sarge's cock in her mouth. I went to the side to get one of Reno fucking her in the ass. Reno turned his head and with a large mock smile waved at the camera. I went down on the floor to get a couple of tit shots. The guys had their mitts all over her boobs. I took what I called an "all hands" shot. I asked the guys to remove their hands, except for Reno who was reaching from behind. Her arranged his hands toward the fleshy outer potions of her tits. It looked like her was trying to find a radio station. I took some pussy shots too. - Some with Vic in her, some not. The cost of this evening, you might ask? Two packs of Bicycle playing cards: $2.00. Two boxes of poker chip: $2.95. One bottle of Wild Turkey $27.60. One "borrowed" Navy blanket: free. One Kodak Instamatic camera with film and flash: $89.00. Watching your wife getting gang fucked by the Navy: Priceless. I clicked off a few more photos of her blindfolded with Sarge's cock in her mouth and Vic in her pussy at times. For some small reason he kept slipping out of my wife's pussy and it was all her fault-of course. Reno had to masturbate himself to get hard again. Terry was not sticking a dick that was covered with jelly that had been in her ass into her mouth. Normally I couldn't get her to suck my cock until after I washed it. This was a rare treat indeed! Reno copped a few feels on Terry's dangling bouncing titties and managed to work himself hard. Again we attempted the triple Lindy. The eight flashes and ten photos on my Kodak Instamatic didn't last long and neither did Sarge. Terry had a warm wet mouth and could deep throat, she just couldn't swallow worth a fuck. Terry didn't disappoint me as Vic got spunk this time in the face. I was almost as pissed off as he was, as I was out of film and flash. I had missed the magic moment. Vic mumbled under his breath and reached for the toilet paper. Reno picked up the pace and was ramming Terry's ass. I didn't think a cock could move that fast in and out of an ass without tearing something up. Vic was feeling Terry's nipples with his crusty fingers as Reno was kneading the fleshy orbs from the outside reach around. Terry spoke up, "Com'on big boy fuck that ass!" We were a bit surprised at her words of choice. "Yes Reno" I added, " Penetrate that orifice!" I thought it was funny but no one laughed. Terry continued her words of encouragement, "Fuck me, com'on fuck me." Reno gave a few harsh grunts, rolled his eyes in the back of his head, and deposited his load in Terry's ass. He pulled out. This allowed Terry to move herself in a more vertical position where Vic wouldn't slip out as much. Vic started to thrust harder. Terry bounced up and down. This helped the flow of whatever cum that was deposited in Terry's ass unto Vic's legs. Vic was cumming about the same time the warm dripping ooze plopped on his legs. This sensation interrupted his orgasm, which was mostly pre-cum at this point. Terry removed herself from Vic who was crying foul and wanted Terry to finish the job by sucking him off. Terry looked to me for guidance. "The bet was we all would fuck my wife and we did. There was no stipulation as to the quality of orgasm. As far as I am concerned, the terms of the bet are satisfied." Sarge and Reno agreed with me, leaving Vic to go beat his needle dick off somewhere else. It was late. This was prime DUI time in the streets. The guys bunked out on the floor that night. Vic spent a lot of time in the bathroom. It was quiet time. I was lying in bed almost asleep when I heard Terry whisper. "Michael, are you asleep?" "Yes dear, I am asleep," I replied. "Michael" Terry continued ignoring the fact I said I was asleep, "Do you think I am cheesy? Do you still love me?" "Great" I thought. "Three other guys fuck my wife and I am stuck cuddling her afterwards. Cheesy? Where did she come up with cheesy? How about slut or whore, but cheesy?" "No dear, you're not cheesy. I still love you as much as the day I married you. I can think of no one else who I would rather be the Mother to my children." I hesitated for a moment. Maybe I laid the reassurances on too thick. I held my breath for a response. "I love you" Terry whispered softly back in my ear. Her breasts were touching my back. That was enough for me. "Terry, do you love little Mikey too?" "Why of course" she whispered again. I could feel a nipple getting hard against my back. "Then why don't you give little Mikey a kiss until he kisses you back?" Okay, I was requesting another blowjob. Terry removed the covers, as I rolled over on my back. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and slowly worked it and out of her mouth until I was rigid. I reached around for her tit (I got the broke one) and massaged it until it the nipple stuck out like the other one. She reached for my balls and fondled them, then licked them followed by a sucking of my balls. She paused for a moment and spit a hair out, then went back to the shaft, rubbing her pursed lips on the bottom side of it. I was ready to pop. I wanted this moment to last a little longer. Terry doesn't normally consent to giving me blowjobs without bitching. I decided to use a Woody Allen technique and concentrate on baseball players. The 1962 Giants: outfield had Willie Mays and at least one Alou brother-Matty perhaps. Jim Ray Hart was at third. No he came later. Damn it! Who's on third? No who's on first-Willie McCovery. Too many Willies on this team. Tom Haller was the catcher or was it Ed Bailey? Chuck Hiller played second base. Damn this was tough. Okay, Mays in centerfield. "Honey" Terry inquired interrupting my blowjob, "What are you thinking about?" "Willie Mays dear." I replied honestly. "No seriously, what are you thinking about?" she insisted. "I am thinking about what a good sport you are, and how lucky I am to have you and also how good my cock feels in your mouth." I thought this would help her get back on track. "You could have just said that in the first place." She gave a few sucks and continued. " I'm your wife, its okay to open up to me." "Yes dear, I love you." I went from feeling her breast to stroking her hair, applying slight pressure to her head in the direction of my cock. Beer, pizza, football, and blowjobs-that's what life is really about. Women fit into only one out of four, unless they deliver beer and pizza. Terry continued to suck hard going all the way to the base of my cock and back again, occasionally removing a stray hair. She grasped the base of my cock with her hand and jerked me off into her mouth- sucking on the head of my dick. My hand had returned to her breasts- again the one that required repair. I came in her mouth. This time she swallowed like a pro. Her one tit never did fix itself. Our relationship was now established where I wanted it- blowjobs on demand without any bitching. All was right with the world. The next morning we got up about "noonish." I said to Terry, "That $800.00 would have made a nice down payment on a Beta-max unit. Too bad we can't get that bet back again. Terry half jokingly remarked, "Why don't you just charge them next time for having sex with me instead of making a stupid bet?" "Are you serious? You would do this?" I asked as if she was serious with her remark. "Well, -not all the time. Only this once, when you are here. You seem to want that Beta-max pretty bad and it is an easy way to get one. Otherwise we may never get one. The price is sure to go up with demand" "All right" The wheels were turning now. "Let's shower, go downstairs and you can start breakfast. Wear your blue see through baby doll outfit. That will get the guys horny again. But don't let them do anything until they pay-especially Vic." We went downstairs together after our shower. The guys looked like they were getting ready to leave. Terry stopped and looked at the guys and lovingly queried, "Staying for breakfast?" Her shapely legs were fully exposed. Dark nipples could easily be seen through the sheer fabric as we as a mound of pubic hair still damp from the shower. When she turned around, the crack of her ass has plainly visible. The outfit was cut short so her midriff was exposed. From the floor the guys would be able to see the bottom of some naked tit flesh. They all agreed to stay needless to say. Terry donned a chef's apron to cook bacon. As she was at the stove I came up behind her in plain sight of the guys and pushed my crotch against her ass. Terry responded by rubbing her ass against me. I reached inside the chef's apron to play with Terry's titties. I kissed on the neck and stuck my tongue in her ear. (She liked a wet tongue in the ear- okay. Later I found out the hard way, most women don't.) Terry responded by purring. I slipped my hand down to feel her pussy through the fabric. I fingered her just a bit. Terry said, "If you want breakfast-you'd better stop now." I went back to the kitchen table. Vic went over and decided to test the waters by placing his hand on Terry's ass. Terry rebuffed him. "You had your chance last night." I mixed Bloody Marys for everyone. Terry finished up breakfast and served us food. She removed her apron and sat down next to me. There was still a little material indented in her pussy where I had been fingering her. This showed off her pussy lips. During the meal, I would occasionally reach over and squeeze a hand full of tit in front of Vic. Sometimes I would lift up the outfit a bit and feel, exposing some naked tit to the guys. Vic was getting worked up, "I gotta touch those titties, what would it take to suck on those tits?" Without hesitation I said "$50.00 bucks for five minutes." "Ha ha ha" Vic laughed. " I see your game. I'll give you twenty dollars" "Vic" I said sternly. "There is no bargaining here. I establish the prices." Vic was still perturbed. "I could get a lot better deal on Bank Street!" "Vic" I was cold now. "I don't like my wife being compared to a Bank Street hooker." If you want one of them, then go there. What other guy's wife would do this for you?" Reno chimed in, "Ahhh- Mindy would." "Okay other than Mindy." I had forgotten about Mark's wife-the little whore from Pascagoula, Mississippi. She was really proud of her lack of education, although she was a bit psychic and would read cards. She told me last month my wife would be leaving me with in a year after she laid out a queen of clubs. What a laugh. Mindy was scrawny with no tits anyway. (Disclaimer: This couple had nothing to do with the popular TV program by a similar name.) Vic agreed to my demand. Reno chimed in again, "Hey Vic what about us guys? Could we borrow back some of our money?" Vic squirmed a bit. He didn't want to do it, but his code of honor compelled him. "Tell you what I'm going to do" I interrupted using a barker's voice. "I'll let the three of you have 5 minutes each with my wife's tits for $100.00- To squeeze, fondle or suck as you heart's contend." The guys agreed to that, however Vic made the guys owe him $40.00 each for this. This way he was only out twenty bucks of his own. Vic forked over a C note. Terry left her skimpy top on, as Vic had easy access from underneath. I set the kitchen timer. The guys watched as he rubbed and squeezed her tits, followed by some tongue flicking on the nipples which were now at attention, even the broken one. Terry was feigning enjoyment. Every now and then she would stop and wink at me and go back to moaning. Vic was really enjoying Terry's tits as evidence by his reaching down and rubbing himself him time to time. "Ding!" Time was up. Reno and Sarge had a coin toss for who would lick my wife's titties next. Reno announced, "Heads I win, tails you lose." Sarge agreed as the coin was flipped. "Heads, I win!" Reno shouted. Sarge mumbled something about how he never wins those stupid coin tosses. Reno began to repeat Vic's repertoire. The timer was going. He stopped for a moment and asked, "Could Terry sit on my lap while I felt her titties." "I don't see why not for an extra twenty as long as you only touch the tits and exposed flesh." "Vic, I owe sixty!" Reno shouted. I paused the timer to collect twenty from Vic. Sarge wanted the extra twenty-dollar treatment too, so it ended up $40.00 in all. Reno sat on the sofa, while Terry sat on his lap and rubbed his crotch back and forth with her ass. Reno was reaching around feeling her titties and roving his hands along her legs and thighs. Vic wanted some of the lap dance action and wanted me to work out a special price for his buddy, pal, and shipmate. I told him I would discuss it with the boss after Sarge took his turn. After the bell rung, Terry quickly got off Reno. There was a slight wet pre-cum wet mark in his pants. He asked if we were going to be doing this all day. I responded, "For a while anyway, do you need to go?" He wanted to go to the bank and try his luck at the ATM machine to get some cash. I hated those things. They only worked half the time; you never see who you were giving your money to; and your card only worked at your own bank. These things would never catch on with the public who demands personal service, not a fuckin' machine. "We'll still be here operating." I assured. Sarge wanted Terry to face him on his lap. This way Terry would be rubbing his dick more with her pussy than ass and he gets to suck her tits at the same time. Sarge moved from sucking one tit to the next. He put her nipples together and licked and sucked both at the same time. Vic was going crazy. He wanted some of that action. Sarge backed his face out of my wife's tits, still holding on and stared down at Terry's pussy, which was visible through the material. Terry saw him staring and with one hand pulled the elastic band forward so he could get a good look. Sarge began to move a hand toward her crotch when the doorbell rang along with the timer. We looked at each other. "Tom back so soon? He must have forgotten something" we all thought. I flung the door open and there stood Skip. He came back for his blanket. Terry quickly ducked into the kitchen and donned the chef's apron. Skip looked a bit puzzled. There were poker chips on the floor. We always carefully count out poker chips at the end and place them back in the box. He went over to the table for his blanket. From that angle he could see Terry in the kitchen. She was facing him leaning awkwardly against the stove as if hiding something. Skip asked how things went last night after he left. I replied in a casual manner, "Oh let's see. Vic and I made a side bet. I lost an aces over full boat to four of kind, so we all had group sex." Skip sent out a feeler, "I'm all for that, how do I get a piece of the action." "You know Skip," I stated softly. "You can always buy your way into some action." He was interested. We went into the corner by the door and I had brought him up to date. I told him that the terms of the bet had been fulfilled, but now since the dam had been broken, so to speak, I was capitalizing on the current situation. Skip wanted a forward facing lap dance too. Vic would have to wait. I told Skip fifty dollars for five minutes, but a hundred would get him 15 minutes. It wasn't his money; it was his poker winnings. Anyway that's how he saw it. Skip sat down as Terry removed her apron and assumed the position squatting over his bulging crotch. Skip's dark hands quickly found their way over Terry's milky white breasts. He was a gentleman as he licked each one. Terry on her knees, straddling Skip was slowly moving back and forth over his cock, just aching to rip out of his jeans. I took this opportunity to leave the house for a moment and run down to the Jamesway store. Terry knew the ground rules. No sex until I got back. At Jamesway I picked up several rolls of Instamatic film and flash. I made my way to the Halloween section. I wanted to buy a simple black mask. They didn't have one. I ended up buying a kid's Zorro costume just to get a fuckin' black mask. At the checkout counter the woman says to me, "Oh you're going to take pictures of your child dressed up for Halloween-how nice. Let me know how they turn out." I pointed my finger at her and smiled. "You bet", I said. I rushed back to the apartment. I just knew Terry would be fucking Vic by now. Reno had returned. Terry was busy giving Vic the 15-minute, hundred-dollar lap dance. Vic was laughing and having a good time, like a kid in a candy store. Reno had squared things with Vic. Sarge got his checkbook out of his truck and asked if I would accept his check. The code of honor said I had to, but I stipulated there would be no tab, he would write them as we go. Terry asked, "is it 15 minutes yet?" The dingbat forgot to set the timer. Her and Vic were arguing over time and neither one own a watch. Skip stopped the bickering by stating "5 minutes left." We set the timer. I explained my idea. I would take photos of them with my wife, in any pose or sexual position for $10.00 a photo or 3 for $20.00. While they could but their cock in her, she would not be fucking them, it would just be for posing purposes. Terry would wear the mask to hide her identity as in the old porno films. Being a married man Skip bowed out of the photos, but wanted to do the posing without them and wanted to know how much? I was afraid the guys would all jump on some lower price so I upped the amount. "Fifteen dollars for one pose, thirty dollars for three. Remember-there is no negative, you can always toss the photo out." Skip admired my shrewdness. He smiled and agreed to a few shots. Vic wanted a picture of Terry sucking his cock for 10 minutes. I then explained to him still photos only. I thought wouldn't it be great if one day Sony could make a motion picture camera for their Beta-max. Vic agreed to my terms and plopped down a twenty. The first photo was a money shot of Terry naked. Terry put her mask and removed her garments. The guys watched intently. This would be the first time they saw her naked while sober, although the Bloody Marys kept flowing at a regular pace. I positioned Terry with her ass sitting on the back of our large green felt sofa. She bent forward slightly so I could get closer with all of her in the total picture. I gazed through the camera at the shot. I pulled the camera back and said "This won't do." Terry Takes On The Navy I darted over to Terry and gave her pussy a few licks to loosen it up a bit and spread her pussy lips a little so some pink would show. Vic gave a "Ha, ha, ha" in approval. Photo one was done. Vic's second photo was to be with his cock in my wife's mouth. Vic dropped his pants. Terry got on her knees if front of him. She licked his cock a little to make it rigid and stuck it in her mouth. I had her turn her body slightly to face the camera and clicked the second photo. When that photo developed I looked at it and said, "Vic, your cock doesn't even make a dent in my wife's cheek, are you sure you don't want another one like this. Maybe we can be get Terry to stick her tongue to the side of her cheek to make you look big." The guys were snickering at my remark, but no real laughter. Vic thought if was a good idea, but also wanted a shot of him with his dick in my wife's pussy. He laid out another twenty. Terry once again assumed her cock sucking position. She stuck just the tip of Vic's meat in her mouth, making him look larger than life. Her tongue strained the side of her cheek. This was an epic photo Vic would show his friends for years to come. I smell Pulitzer! Vic had three more poses to do. His next one would be eating out my wife's pussy. Terry went back to the sofa and spread her legs for the eyes of my shipmates. Vic knelt on the sofa between her legs and extended his tongue out. He was licking her pussy as I snapped the photo. Apparently there was going to some motion I couldn't control. Vic then went back to his position on the floor as the night previous with Terry mounting him. He wanted two photos this way. One taken back far enough so the both would be in the picture, and a second one that would include just my wife getting fucked. Vic did a little slow pumping action, but I was quick enough to get both photos before her got his rocks off. Reno wanted a cock-sucking pose too. But wanted a different kind of pose. They would both be lying on the floor. Terry would be lying across Reno's leg, with her tits visible and pressing into his leg and her legs spread open. I told Reno, I couldn't get his face and my wife's spread pussy both in the same photo. Reno replied, "Fuck my face." "No, fuck my wife's face." I peeled off photo one. Reno really liked the "feel" of that photo and orders a second one like the first. My wife put Reno's dick back in her mouth gave a little suck as a snapped off another still. Being the sentimental type, Reno's third photo would be a replay from the previous night with him fucking her ass and waving to the camera. Reno applied the grease to his cock as Terry got on all fours. Reno slowly worked his cock in her ass. He turned and waved to the camera. Click. It was Sarge's turn. Sarge like the spread eagle money shot Vic did, but wanted a close up of just the pussy. My wife once again took to the back of the sofa, and spread her lips to show off her wares to the guys. Click. The flash fucked up. Hold that position dear, while I change out flashes. Hell- I was out of film too. I went to my Jamesway bag and got a new flash and reloaded the film. Meanwhile the guys were all huddling in front of Terry's pussy, talking about the Steeler's football team, pretending their eyes weren't glued on her open gash. I returned and snapped the photo. Sarge wanted a close up picture of himself eating my wife out too. She was already in position. Sarge got on the sofa and buried his face in her cunt. I wasn't much of a photo. Terry's legs, a little pubic hair, and Sarge's big head. But hey, the customer is always right. Sarge was just a little more sentimental than Reno. For his last photo he wanted a reenactment of the previous group scene. I asked the guys if it was all right with them. They readily agreed. I gave Skip the camera. Vic laid down first. Terry mounted him. Reno stuck his cock in her ass. Sarge and myself stuck our cocks in Terry's face. Terry stuck both cocks in her mouth at once. Skip clicked off the final shot. Skip wanted to do some poses, but suggested I say the word "click" instead of taking the photos. It's his money. Skip wanted to lick my wife's pussy for the first shot. Terry spread her legs for the polite black man and I held up the camera as her licked her pussy. I said "click" and Skip stopped licking and thanked Terry. He wanted a dick suck "photo" and a "fucking" photo too. Skip undid his pants. He barely had 10 inches of cock. Terry glared at me with a look of panic on her face. I don't know if it was the size or color, but she was slow getting it into her mouth. I gave Skip a little extra time with his cock in the wife's mouth as I pretended to position Terry for the pose. I paused for a bit. Skip placed a hand on her tit. I said, "click." Photo two complete. Skip's fucking photo would be different from the other guys. He was going to be on top. He wasn't so worried about the quality of the "photo" as he was getting his dick wet in my wife's twat. Terry went down on the floor and spread her legs wide open and held her feet apart. Skip mounted her. With his big black ass in the air and hand and lips on her tits, I could see Terry looking at me with wide eyes, as if requesting my expedience in this matter. "Click." Skip again thanked my wife for letting him stick his dick in her. The guys were horny and wanted to do some serious fucking. They wanted some prices-now! I came up with some numbers. Okay $200.00 to fuck my wife, but we all get to watch. You can use any orifice you chose. Group fucking I'll knock down to $150.00 per person and I participate. If you want a private fuck in the bedroom, that will be an extra $100.00. Vic wanted to fuck my wife privately. Reno and Sarge went econo-class. Skip would let us watch, but wanted to fuck her by himself. They cut cards to determine the order. Vic cut a lady. Sarge cut for the group and got a trey. Skip figured on somewhere in between, but got a deuce somehow. He looked at his low card a bit startled and announced; "we said low card first didn't we?" Vic laughed and said "No." Vic went off with my wife to our bedroom. He didn't last too long. The door had opened and I could hear Terry cleaning herself off in the bathroom. I later asked Terry for the details. She said, "He talked real big. He wanted to fuck and suck and go around the world. He played with my breasts and pussy a little bit, went down on me some, but I swear he doesn't know his alphabet. When he stuck his cock in my mouth, it only took a few sucks to get him off. I dribbled his cum out the side of my mouth and painted it around my lips for him. I didn't swallow him. He begged me to let him get hard and fuck him again. I told him no and got up and left." Vic came downstairs, gathered his belongings and quietly left after asking if I had planned on doing this every week. I told him I didn't think so but would have to discuss it with the boss. Terry returned downstairs. She had but a sweatshirt on, but nothing else. Her ass checks hung out the back and you could make out some pussy hair in front. You got a real good view of her pussy from the floor, which is where the guys were sitting again. Terry needed to get something to drink before the next round. We got a really cute view of her ass as she reached into the cupboard for a glass. She poured a glass of Fresca and sat down at the kitchen table facing us. Sitting on the floor we could all view her beaver. She drank her Fresca slowly and was talking about the weather of something. We just stared at her pussy until she crossed her legs. I looked at Terry and asked, "You don't have to sit with your legs crossed do ya?" "Oh all right" she responded and uncrossed and parted her legs for us. I got up and moved the chair on the opposite side of the table, which was partially blocking our view. Skip was sitting on the sofa, but could still get an eyeful where he was situated. I reached over and turned on our stereo. These guys were spending thousands putting together stereo systems from overseas. For $100.00 I had a Woolco system that could play records, cassettes, 8-tracks, and had a radio with two fine lightweight speakers. The guys liked heavy speakers, which makes moving difficult. The local dweeb station came on. They were playing "The Hustle". Terry liked to dance. I am guilty of not taking her out to dance very often. Forgive me, I am a male. When the music blared out over my high-tech speakers, she started to dance for us in the middle of the room doing the Hustle. The sharp movement of her legs gave us a good view of her pussy and ass. She moved over to where we were sitting and pulled her sweatshirt out at the bottom. She wanted us to see her pussy. Her sweatshirt came over my head as Terry stuck her pussy in my face. She allowed me a few licks, before she moved on to the other guys. It was an odd sight to watch your friend's head disappear under your wife's sweatshirt knowing he was licking her pussy. Reno placed his hands on her ass and pulled her into his face. Terry moved over to Skip on the sofa and lifted one leg up so he could get a good look and feel. Skip put his drink down long enough to reach out and caresses her pussy. As his large black hand touched her pussy, Terry jumped back. His hand was cold and wet from the drink. Skip immediately apologized. Terry said, "That's all right. I just wasn't ready for it." Terry returned to Skip on the sofa and lifted her leg a second time. Skip used his non-drinking hand to feel my wife's pussy. He first patted her hairs down, and then he moved his rough fingers the opposite direction to rub her clit. Terry gave a low purr every time he touched her clit. My wife moved back to me. I removed my pants and had her mount me. Her warm tight pussy felt good around my cock. I reached up under her sweatshirt and played with her breasts. She complained I was going to stretch the material that way. Women- can't live with, can't shoot them. Sarge and Reno came to my rescue and helped Terry off with the garment in dispute. She reached for both their crotches and felt their dicks bulging through the denim. Reno and Sarge dropped their pants in unison and Terry worked on getting their dicks wet. Terry didn't move her hips and it was a good thing. I believe that if she had sneezed I would have shot my load. I lay there with my dick hard in her pussy, sharing feels with her titties, watching her suck off my buddies. She got Reno's cock hard, then went on to Sarge. Once she had them both hard she stuck the two of them in her mouth. The guys didn't pay $150.00 each for just a blowjob, both wanted a piece of my wife's pussy. I offered to swap position. Reno wanted to fuck Terry doggy style. Terry got on all fours and Reno penetrated her pussy from behind. I think Skip was taking notes. Without any prompting, Terry barked like a dog. We loved it. Sarge stood back for a moment waiting his turn, while I was daring enough to stick my dick in the barking dog's mouth. Sarge went down on the floor to play with her inviting dangling boobs. With my dick in Terry's mouth, she grabbed my balls and slipped a finger in my ass. I blew my load into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. I wish Vic had stayed to witness this. Reno turned Terry around to a missionary position and fucked my wife from his knees. Sarge got over her face and stuck his dick down my wife's throat. His knees were such as to pin her shoulders, offering little arm movement. He was force fucking her face. Vic would have liked to have seen that too. Reno carefully would feel one of Terry's breasts as not to touch Sarge's white ass. Now mind you, Sarge had a nice, hairless, popcorn butt-cute enough to rate the title "sea pussy." However for some reason another guy on the boat had that nickname. Reno grabbed my wife's ass and ramrodded his cock to orgasm. Sarge soon followed suit. Terry had a slight gag as his sperm hit the back of her throat. But she was able to capture it all. Terry excused herself to go clean off before fucking Skip. The guys wanted to watch her. I agreed and didn't charge them anything for it. Terry was no prude in the bathroom. She didn't mind me being in the bathroom when she was on the toilet. She would complain about my "aim", as cleaning the toilet was exclusively her job. I told her, "If you think it is so easy, you aim the it then." Terry liked to hold my dick while I took a piss. For some reason the bitch never missed the bowl. The guys marched upstairs behind Terry. Her naked ass wiggling up the stairs was a sight to behold. Skip remained behind. She sat on the toilet and peed looking at the guys with an awkward smile. Upon completion stood up and then lifted her leg until her foot rested on the bathroom sink. She took a warm washcloth and removed the rest of Reno's cum. The teeth brushing episode was classic. As she was brushing her teeth bent over the sink, her tits were shaking back and forth. The guys loved to watch them jiggle. Afterwards she said she still felt sticky and was going to take a quick bath. The guys offered to help. I told them $20.00 each to bathe my wife. They agreed to my generous offer. Terry filled the tub up with water and put some smell good lilac stuff in with it. Reno didn't use a wash cloth, instead he soaped up his hands and massaged her tits. He lifted up each arm and got underneath, then did the lengths of her arms. Applying more soap, he got Terry's belly and then the pussy. Her parted her pussy lips and stuck a finger inside. Reno was getting another boner. I told him Terry could give him a hand job for an additional $30.00. Reno kneeled on the tub with his ass on the toilet seat for support. (Navy housing style has the toilet very close to the tub.) Terry soaped up his cock and rubbed his balls and shaft. Every now and then she would give a little suck on the head to help him along. Reno played with my wife's titties while she was jerking him off. Reno was getting close to cumming. Terry used her tongue and flickered the underside of his cock while jerking him off. Reno came over her face. It wasn't much of a load, but it was fun to watch. Terry washed her face, she doubted if Sarge was going to clean it off on his turn. Sarge moved up too the plate and stampeded straight to the clitoris. He finger fucked my wife in the tub. He did rub her tits with his free hand, but neglected the soap. Terry took her soapy hands, reached outside the tub and stroked Sarge's penis. Sarge put some more fingers in Terry's pussy and it looked like her slipped one into her ass. He was enjoying giving her the "bowling ball" treatment. He didn't seem to mind Terry not giving his dick a lick or two while masturbating him. Sarge came on my bathroom floor. He wiped it up with toilet paper. There was now a small spot on the floor that was noticeably cleaner than the rest. I cleared my throat and pretended to hold a microphone, "Ladies, having trouble getting your bathroom floor clean? Now there's Sarge's floor and tile cleaner. Just squeeze the tube. A little dab will do ya." I told Sarge he couldn't leave today until he did the rest of the bathroom floor (about 10,00 more loads I would estimate). Sarge replied, "If your wife's going to squeeze the tube for free, I'll do it!" Terry got out of the tub and the guys took turns drying her off. Her tits, ass and pussy were about rubbed off. She did the rest herself. The guys and myself got dressed. Terry slipped on a tee shirt. Like the sweatshirt, her ass and pussy were barely visible below the hem. It was Fresca time again. Skip was on the sofa in a pair of boxer briefs waiting his turn to fuck my wife. His money would make it Beta-max time. I could tape Tom Snyder instead of staying up late. My wife fucking all these guys would be well worth it. Terry sat at the table facing Skip. This time he was leaning against the sofa arm staring at her freshly washed snatch. The guys took less notice of her pussy this time and were more intent on fixing themselves a drink and recapping the day's events. Terry completed her drink, walked over to Skip, and pulled his shaft out from his briefs. She gave his black cock slow deliberate licks to make it hard. Once fully erect, my wife climbed on top. Skip still had his briefs on. She had a little trouble jamming the whole thing in, in fact I still think he had an inch or two to spare, but once started, his cock would glide in and out. Skip complemented her on her tight pussy. Terry replied, "That's because I don't fuck horses." "Trying to make us guys feel small?" I said jokingly. Terry had herself in a corner. She just gave us a smile and gave us a sweet innocent "no." Skip's hands were working on her breasts. Terry's tee shirt was rolled up to expose her naked breasts. I remarked, "Terry, looks like you need to work on your tan," noting the contrast between her lily-white breast flesh and Skip's dark hands. "You know Skip" I paused for a moment thinking if I should continue. "My wife can deep throat." Everyone's eyes lit up. Especially Terry's whose eyes could be described more as shock than surprise. I didn't think that is what she had in mind to make Skip cum. However, the majority wanted to see it. I instructed Skip to spread his blanket out on the table. Terry hopped on the blanket and lay on her back with her throat at the table's edge, so her head hung down below the top of the table. Skip towered over her and from a standing position, put his cock down Terry's throat. She gobbled him down like a sword swallower. You could hear her jaws "pop" was she opened her mouth up wide. Skip liked this position because now he had complete reign over my wife's body. He ran his large hands over tits and then down to her pussy. Terry spread her legs apart, so Skip could finger her pussy. The guys wanted to join in, but I told them this was Skip's dollar. Skip thanked me and continued feeling up my wife with his crotch buried in her face. Skip grabbed hold of her tits and bit his lower lip as he shot his load down Terry's throat. Terry didn't react too well. Skip got off, but Terry had to lean to her side to catch her breath. It was as she was choking on his cum. "Com'on sweetheart, swallow like a man," I said giving her mock words of encouragement. Terry laughed and choked at the same time. After a little Fresca everything was fine. The guys all shook my hand. They patted me on the back and Terry on the ass as they filed out. What a great host and hostess we were. Things quieted down that evening. Terry needed to talk about something called "the relationship" and wanted to know if I wanted to practice an open marriage and where this thing was taking us as soul mates etc. etc. Now from my point of view, she did me a favor by fucking a bunch of guys so I could tape Tom Snyder. He was having the Wilson sisters from Heart on this week. They never had something remotely intelligent to say, but looked great. (This was before they discovered jelly donuts.) I attempted to make her feel more important the Beta-max. Then the phone rang. Saved by the bell. Skip was at the other end. He told he foolishly let his wife wash the blanket. She had discovered smelly dried cum and pussy juice stains. He told her that Terry and myself were swingers and had "a party" after he had left. She doesn't know anything about this afternoon and we needed to keep it that way. "No problem, Skip. Anything else you need?" I said agreeably. "Yes as a matter of fact I do. My wife wants to swing with you guys-the four of us." There was a pregnant pause of silence on the line at that point. "Let me talk it over with the boss" I said, not knowing what else to say, "and I'll get back to ya." Terry Takes On The Navy I hung the phone up. I looked solemn at this point. Terry asked, "What's the matter dear?" I explained the situation to her and asked her how she felt about it. I explained we would be doing Skip a big favor. Terry felt that since she got to fuck all those guys, a fling with Skip's wife would be okay for me to have. I had never met Barbara, his wife. She was always out whenever we played poker at Skip's. Terry knew Barbara from the Navy Wives' Club. She said, "You'll like Barbara, she's pretty and a lot of fun." I got on the horn to Skip and told him Terry agreed under two conditions. First, it couldn't be tonight, we were pretty well spent. Secondly, Terry will only do this for money, but since I'll be doing your wife, she said a $100.00 would count her silence in as well. (I needed money for Beta-max tapes now.) Skip agreed to the terms, but the money would have to be paid without Barbara knowing about it. They would stop by early afternoon tomorrow, right after they changed out of their church clothes. I had mixed emotions over this, believe it or not. I really loved my wife and felt awkward cheating on her, even if she did fuck my buddies. Now I had her permission to fuck a black woman while she fucks her husband. I never had sex with a black woman before, and to be absolutely honest I never had sex with any woman other than my wife. I was curious how her pussy might feel, and I was excited at the thought of sex with a stranger. I didn't know if I should go down on her or not. The guys say eating a black woman is like munching on a Brillo pad- you had a raunchy pink inside and a steel wool outside. I would make the "sacrifice". The next day the doorbell rang at one, just as the Patriots game was starting. I was saved. Plunkett was washed up and would never amount to anything. The Pats were billed as "the best team never to go to the Superbowl." I shook Skip's hand as he palmed me a C note and introduced me to Barbara. I believe I went into shock. She was a Nubian Goddess. Her hair was braided tightly to her scalp. She had high cheekbones with a full set of lips. Her bright red lipstick matched her long well manicured nails and red sweater. Her breasts were large and full. Barbara had found herself a bra, which made each tit poke out separate. Her slender waist accented her wide hips. Her jeans were tight fitting making her ass stick out in the back. She was comfortable in 2-inch heels, which made her about 5'10" tall, about 8' taller than Terry. We marched them in and sat down on the sofa. Terry offered them something to drink. Barbara said they never drank on a Sunday, that a soft drink would do. Unfortunately all the good soft drinks were consumed earlier. We had Tab, Fresca, and water. Barbara opted for a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon. Skip went for Fresca, as did Terry. I choked on a Tab. I took a spot on the sofa next to Barbara. She placed her hand on my knee and broke the ice, "So how long have you guys been swingers?" I almost jumped out of my spot, when her hand hit my knee. I was a little tense. I cleared my throat and said, "Not really that long Barbara, we're fairly new to this." "Who else in town have you swung with?" Barbara continued. "Well umm… I would rather not kiss and tell." I managed to get out. "Good, we like quiet people. You haven't had sex with the Fuhrs have you?" Barbara persisted. The Fuhrs? They swing! What a disgusting thought. He was a toothless moron with hair on his back and she was as wide as she was tall-and that's being kind. "No, definitely not the Fuhrs" I stammered. "Good" she replied and then whispered, "I understand they both have genital herpes." Getting herpes from sex. What a disgusting thought. Sex in the Seventies was a real risk. I took a deep breath. I didn't know what to expect next from Barbara. Skip's wife again took the lead. She looked at me and said, "Mind if I see what you got?" I panicked. "No, go right ahead." I said being polite. Barbara got up and walked over my high-tech stereo. She went through our collection of cassette tapes, turned on the stereo and inserted one to her liking. "Toot toot, yaah beep beep." "Toot toot, yaah beep beep." "Bad girls…" She had found my Donna Summer's tape. Barbara danced her way over to Terry, took her by the hand and the two of them danced in the middle of the living room. They started to bump, but Barbara had too much height. She kicked her shoes off at Skip, whose good hands prevented a lamp accident. Now the girls could bump hips and butts. Barbara quickly removed her sweater. She had on a matching red silk blouse that was just sheer enough to make out a faint outline of her bra. Barbara took a position in front on me, while my wife danced in front of Skip. Terry pretty much followed Barbara's lead. The girls pulled their blouses out of their pants so it would it dangle loosely. Barbara was working on the buttons of her sleeves. She faced me while she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Terry did the same for Skip. The blouses slipped off and soon the girls were dancing around in their bras. Barbara's pants snapped open when she bent over, not that she was fat, just that the pants were tight. With her zipper part way down, Barbara removed her tight denim. The girls got together and began bumping again in their bras and panties. Terry had muscular legs, Barbara just had more of them. Barbara also had it all over Terry in the boob department too with at least about a D cup. I loved watching the black flesh panties bumping against the white flesh panties. "Hot stuff, baby this evening, I want some hot stuff baby tonight…" Damn this music was made for interracial wife swapping! Barbara reached out and undid Terry's bra. Terry held on to her bra and returned the favor. The girls separated and danced over in front of us again. They turned their backs and dropped their bras to the floor. Taking her cue from Barbara, the girls turned around with arms covering their chest. I placed my arms on my own chest identical to how the girls had theirs, then I dropped them. That was my way of pleading. Barbara chuckled and removed her arms, as did my wife. My eyes were locked on her Barbara's perfect black breasts. I watched the jiggling titty show. Terry went over to let Skip feel her titties. Seems student has become teacher. Barbara moved in and let me cop a feel. Her nipples were warm and hard. I went to suck on them and she back off. Skip was sucking on both my wife's tits. Terry stepped back when she realized I wasn't getting much action. The girls danced some more in their underwear. Then they swapped sides. Terry placed her hands on the sofa behind my head and let me suck her tits. Barbara did the same for Skip. We were now sucking our own wife's tits in front of each other. They again danced back themselves toward the center of the living room. Barbara came over and removed her panties. She had a beautiful shaved pussy. She was dancing at the edge of the sofa, inviting me with her cunt. I leaned forward, put my hands behind her ass and proceeded to eat her out. Skip was eating out my wife, but not with bravado. I may never get another chance to eat a strange pussy again. This was going to be my last meal. My tongue licked everything in sight. Her pussy, inner thighs, ass, inside, outside-I had fingers and tongue everywhere. I eventually concentrated on the clit. I honestly don't recall ever giving Terry a tongue lashing this good. Barbara responded with a howl. I couldn't tell if it was Donna Summer moaning on "Love to Love You Baby" or if it was Barbara. She dug her nails deep into my scalp, her legs trembling, she came all over my face. I peeked over at my wife getting eaten out by Skip. I don't think he eats a lot of pussy. Terry seemed more interested in what I was doing to Barbara. I didn't stop there. I kept right on munching on Barbara's smooth shaved pussy. The bright pink on the inside in contrast to her dark pussy lips was a source of turn on for me. I had to eat her cunt until she cried "uncle." My wife went to her knees, giving head to Skip. I was still eating away. Barbara shuddered a second time. She pushed my head away to catch her breath. She was done. Dutifully my Nubian Queen went on her knees in front of me to work on my scepter. I removed my pants and my cock sprang to attention. I watched her black hands with red shiny nails grasp my white shaft. She lowered her head and took the whole thing in her mouth. Her lips tightened up around my cock as I fucked her mouth. When I was about ready to cum, she grabbed my cock hard at the base. This stopped the flow of juice. Skip was on the floor pounding my wife's pussy. "Mac Arthur's Park was melting in the dark, all the sweet green icing flowing down…." I was nearing an end of a chapter in my life without my realizing it. Barbara mounted me and rode me like a bronco. I was doing great until her pussy grabbed the cock like a hand. I stopped dead in my tracts. I never experienced that before. I didn't know if Barbara had something special tucked away in her snatch or my wife simply had a dysfunctional pussy. I told Barbara not to do that again, it would make me cum. Barbara laughed and yelled to Skip, "He doesn't like my snapping pussy." I didn't know you were allowed to talk to your spouse like that while they were fucking someone else at a swap meat. Skip didn't say anything back. He was concentrating on fucking my wife. I asked Terry "How ya doin' over there?" Terry responded as she was getting pounded which interrupted her speech. I'm ah ah doing ah ah just ah fine ah ah. I went back to the business of fucking Skip's wife. I took her hand to make her feel my dick in her pussy. Barbara went one step better and reached around and grabbed my balls. With her torso stretched back, her tits laid out in front of me, were a major source of invite. I licked her nipples as I grabbed the sides of her warm silky black flesh. I could tell by the grunts that Skip was finishing up fucking my wife. Barbara asked me, "How do you want to cum?" Without hesitation I said, "In your mouth." Barbara dismounted Silver and sucked my cock right after it was in her pussy, without washing it off. . I was hoping Terry was taking notes on this. With a few fast stokes of her hand I became quick Silver. I shot my load in her mouth. Barbara pumped my dick to get every last drop. She looked up at me and said, "Good cum." We got dressed. Barbara wanted to make plans again for next Sunday. I told her no, that next Sunday would be the last day we would have in port together before we deployed to Europe. On the way out Barbara told Terry I was the best pussy eating she ever experienced-that I was a "keeper." I shook Skip's hand and hugged Barbara then said, "Thank you for cumming, or however you responded." Later that night I took Terry in my arms. What have I done? I apologized for what happened this weekend and promised her It would never happen again. " I wish I had never made that stupid bet." I was almost in tears. Terry was comforting, saying it wasn't my entire fault that she too had agreed to the bet. I promised her I would never gamble and drink again. Or if I did gamble I wouldn't drink, or if I was drinking, I wouldn't gamble and by drinking I mean more than five drinks unless she was around to veto such a stupid bet. Unless of course I had a real good hand, then she would make the decision. I am not sure if she got all that down, but it seemed sincere at the time. I did get the Beta-max. I managed to tape "The Tom Snyder Show" before going out to sea again. At sea I joking wrote Terry, I had won over a thousand dollars at poker and she only had to deep throat seventeen sailors. Terry filed for divorce a few months later. I got the word while we were tied up in Naples. Within a year she had married Vic. I got out of the navy and hung around Groton for about six months. Mark and Mindy were splitting up (imagine that) so I hung around "Delmar's Bar and Café," knowing she would show up there one night. Don't feel too bad. I got the Sony. But the fuckin' bitch taped over the show- with Don Kershner's Rock Concert no less!