Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mother, Son, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Eight highly decorated military officers stationed at the Pentagon play serious poker on the first Saturday of every month. Serious poker for serious money. And more. Starting in 2005, the men started wagering 'a night with my wife.' Which expanded to include their children - - both boys and girls. None of the officers had the slightest concern how young the kids were.

One thing was certain -- the poker game that eventually included giving sexual access to wives, and later children -- was started in 1999 by Rear Admiral Chance Chancellor. And to this day, the Saturday game is hosted at his house in Kalorama Heights. (Her money.)

The monthly rodeo is limited to eight men, no more no less. Each is an officer, nothing lower than major, in one of the service branches. Each is on an elite, upwardly mobile career path. Each has served with distinction in combat, each is highly decorated.

They are all currently stationed in the Pentagon, but they are not, definitely not, bureaucrats. There is actually a rotating pool of 15 or 16 Pentagon poker players because any one officer could be sent around the world on temporary duty.

But the game itself is limited to eight men. And that game is 7-card stud, no television Texas hold 'em, no thank you.

No poker chips, cash only. Except for the wives and kids of course. That started in 2005 when an Army colonel and an Air Force major were raising back and forth (no limit) and Army said, "I'll see that and raise you my wife."

"Call."

As it happened, Army won the hand, they had both been bluffing, but the seed was planted.

Now the military wives, at this level, are more interesting than their husbands. They are every bit as dedicated, every bit as ambitious, every bit as will to backstab, blackmail, bribe. Every bit as willing to use every weapon at their disposal.

In fact, the wives were one of the chief elements in deciding whether to invite a new officer to participate in what was known by insiders as The Game. The profile of a player in The Game would fit into most civilian higher circles.

He's in his late 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s. His career has a rapid, upward trajectory. He's been through one of the Academies like West Point. He's done graduate work, often in an Ivy. He's done, and sometimes taught, at his branch's version of the War College.

And, he has money. Family money or wife money.

Later, new invitees were required to have kids to wager. Old enough to fuck, although the age had never been clearly defined.

There was one black (Army) and one Latino (Air Force), but it was mostly white, anglo, protestant.

These are proud, disciplined, career-hungry men. With proud, disciplined, career-hungry wives. With both parents on the same page, their children had no chance of avoiding bed duty to that Saturday's winner.

When the first officer said, "I'll see that and toss in my son," a lieutenant colonel shrugged, "Pussy is pussy."

Now, were there any wives who balked at being pussy for whoever happened to hold better cards than her husband? Of course. But only at first. When a wife found herself packing for her husband's transfer to Guam or Greenland ... well word got around. Put out or pack up.

Do you really want to fuck up your husband's career? The career that you've both worked so hard on?

Most wives decided: no.

As each wife got used to knocking at her new lover's front door, acceptance turned into enjoyment. And, depending on who she was fucking, sometimes delight.


The Saturday poker game started at 3 in the afternoon and ended promptly at 9 that night. Early enough for the winners to enjoy the spoils of victory.

At first a wife would be fucked on a Saturday night, probably again in the morning, then sent home. Then a colonel said, "I'll raise you my wife for a week."

Done. The longest to date has been for a month. The wife simply packs, moves into the winner's home and pitches in with housework, meal prep, homework supervision. The winner will tell his wife to take a guest bedroom. Or join them in a threesome.

A typical post game scene ... Joe Archer comes home to Georgetown around 9:30 Saturday night. Annie and her two kids -- 15 year old Candy and 14-year old Randy -- look up.

Joe Archer shrugs, "Sorry honey."

Annie shrugs back, "Who?"

"Kyle."

Annie hides a grin. Kyle, her second favorite lover.

Candy grins and winks at her mother, "Lucky you."

Randy, insanely jealous of everyone his mother fucks, frowns. Kyle had fucked both Candy and him, he packed serious meat.

Annie said, "How long?"

"Just the weekend. You can come home Monday."

Candy and Randy watch their mother pack. Candy says, "Wish Daddy'd bet me too."

Annie smiles at her daughter and holds her hands about 10 inches apart.

Randy frowns again and says, "He's not that big."

Annie smiles at her son, knowing his jealousy, knowing his angst, knowing him well. Annie says, "Candy, keep your dad occupied, I'll give Randy a quick BJ."

"Okay Mom."

All in all, wives that would have been enemies, or at least competitors, grew closer together. They got together for lunch every first Saturday and gossiped, laughed, speculated.

They compared notes on the men they were fucking. And by now, each of them had been fucked by all eight men. The spoke frankly of the men's strengths and weaknesses. Package size. Pussy licking techniques. Who insisted on anal.

As for their kids, well it was a mixed bag. Some of the girls, Candy included, loved the sex. Most of the boys, with a couple of exceptions, didn't like getting fucked. Randy was squarely in that camp.

Not that the men cared whether a kid liked it or not. Some of them got off on a kid's mortification, his fear, his pain.

Every mother had had a similar conversation with her children, "Sorry, but it's just the way it is. Dad needs us all to pitch in."

Then she would mention the Reynolds family. Wife wouldn't fuck. Transfer: Greenland. Or Simmons: Panama.

Not only career-ending backwaters, but a slap in the face. And both of those wives were outraged that their husbands refused to wager them. They'd fuck anyone to stay in the loop.

Even the youngest kids had been raised since infancy knowing how important dad's career was. How it was a family project, a family obligation.

Those husbands were from fourth, fifth, six, seventh generation military families. It was bred into them. And into the wives and children.

Annie Archer, though, had different plans. She had been drilling Candy and Randy about their careers for years. Unbeknownst to her husband Joe.

"Candy you are not marrying military, I don't care if he's a general."

"Randy, you are not joining the service. Not any branch."

"But West Point, Dad says..."

"Fuck West Point. And fuck your father as well. You'll go to a real college, just like a normal boy. And get a real job."

Fortunately for Annie, she came from family money. She loved Joe, but would leave him if he tried to force her kids to follow his path.

Annie, at 5' 8" was almost as tall as her husband. Candy and Randy had inherited her thick auburn hair and her slender build. Annie had a model's chiseled face, wide swimmer's shoulders, perky little boobs, a nipped-in waist and long, long legs.

While she socialized, a lot, Annie was a hands-on mother. She quickly realized that Randy needed her attention a lot more than the ever-confident Candy.

Randy felt the weight of his father's high expectations and was actually pretty good at pleasing the old man. He was a conscientious student and rarely got into even mild trouble.

He was also in awe of his own mother. Neither Annie nor Candy teased him any more, it was what it was.

Annie had decided, for Randy's sake, to put off telling her husband that her son wasn't going the military route. It would poison the atmosphere. Not that she wouldn't stand up to Joe. She would and had.

She would wait until Randy was mostly through his senior year, had been accepted at Cal or Stamford or an Ivy. Then present it to Joe as a fait accompli, a done deal.


When Joe was on temporary assignment, Randy was at his happiest. Not because he didn't love his dad, he did. Because: Annie. His mother spoiled him when dad was away.

For years Annie had let Randy spend a least one night in her bed. He loved the way she snuggled from behind, holding him so close. He loved her arms around him, her nipples pressed into his back, her bald pussy against his butt.

Most of all Randy loved the way his mother held his cock -- soft or hard -- in her slender hand as he fell asleep.

Annie had long ago explained to her daughter about Randy. "Honey, he just doesn't have your brio, your confidence. Not his fault, just the way it is."

"I try to look out for him."

"I know you do baby, and that's a big help. Now one of these days, he'll discover sex. And you can help me take care of him that way too. Work on finding him a little girlfriend when the time comes."

"Already have her picked out, Becky."

"Remind me."

"Around the corner, about a block from Wisconsin. Parents own Morty's Tavern."

"Oh right. How old is she?"

"Same as Randy, 12."

"Good. Butter her up, she'll be flattered. Then when the time comes, start inviting her over."

"Roger that."

"Now when sex comes barreling in, I'm going to educate Randy myself."

Candy grinned, "Show and tell?"

Annie grinned back, "At least he isn't starting as early as you did. Show and tell? Of course. And more. I'll show him how to jack off. And I'll blow him once in a while as well. Special treat."

"Want me to pitch in?"

"Only if you want to. But that would be terrific, you're alone with him more than I am."

"Happy to. He's a good kid."

"That he is. But don't fuck him."

"Why not?"

"I don't want him losing his cherry to his sister. Might warp him for life."

"What about after?"

"Talk to me first."

"Will do."


That Saturday night Annie knocked on Kyle's front door. It was opened by his wife, Gwen. She smiled at Annie and hugged, "Drew the short straw I see."

Annie laughed. Gwen knew how much she loved fucking Kyle.

Annie greeted Gwen's two sons, 8 and 12. The younger, Billy, called out, "Dad, Annie's here!"

"Great, send her back."

Annie looked at Gwen, 40, blonde, petite. Annie said, "Joining us tonight?"

"Later. Our lord and master wants you to himself the first time."

Annie kissed each boy on the forehead, "See you in the morning, my darlings."

Kyle, as tall and robust as his wife was small, was standing nude in front of his mirror brushing his hair. His mammoth cock already erect.

Annie shrugged her shoulders free and her dress puddled at her feet. She was nude except for heels. Kyle grinned at her, they were a wonderful match, made for each other.

After 20 minutes of vigorous fucking, Kyle and Annie showered, then strolled, nude out to find Gwen.

Gwen grinned and gave Annie's pussy a soft pat, "How was he?"

Annie shrugged indifferently, "Average."

Over cocktails in the kitchen, they discussed their kids, Gwen's and Annie's.

Later, in bed, Annie licked Gwen to climax. Then Kyle eased into Annie's butt while Gwen played with her clit.

After their morning shower, Gwen slapped Annie on the butt, "The little gangsters are up, give them a thrill."

Annie strolled casually nude into the family room where Gwen's boys, in jockey shorts, were watching cartoons. Even though they'd seen her several times over the years, they stared.

Annie grinned, tousled their hair and openly checked them out. No bulges. Well, that would come.

Monday morning, Kyle just wanted a quick blowjob, then he left for the Pentagon. Annie drove quickly, and adroitly, back to Georgetown. She wanted to see Randy before he left for school.

Candy was just slipping a cheese and scallion omelette onto Randy's plate. She winked at her mother, she wouldn't ask about Kyle in front of her brother.

Annie hugged him from behind and whispered, "Gobble gobble, baby. Some good boy is getting a BJ this morning."

Candy knew that her mother was trying to take Randy's mind off Kyle, off spending the weekend getting fucked.


Candy watched fondly as her mother sucked Randy's cock. Candy knew it would be a quick one -- school day.

As she swallowed Annie grinned at her son, "Come see me after school, sweetheart, there's more where that came from."

Candy licked the last drop from her brother and tousled his thick hair. Randy took took some bolstering, but he was a good kid. Basically he was just a good kid.

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