Chapter 2

After Carol’s last meeting with my buddy Danny, where she swallowed his massive cock, which by the way she still to this day says was the biggest one that has ever fucked her or she had attempted to take all the way down her cock sucking throat, she says she took most of it. Being a training post, I really did not feel it would be in my best interest to involve any of my fellow instructors in my desire to see Carol used by them. I really did not have much opportunity to meet men off the post, so it was a dry run for a few more months.

In the mean time I decided to see if I could get on another police reserve, my anger towards the field subsided and the itch to be a cop came back. I called around to all the local departments and was coming up empty handed, but finally I found a hick sheriff’s department that had a special police unit and they were willing to take my application. I applied and waited and waited. I called the deputy in charge of the unit and asked him if there was a problem and if so, what could I do to correct it. He told me, he had been busy and had not had a chance to call me. He said they would take me on if I lived in the county. I thanked him and with in a few months Carol and I had bought our first house, located in the county. After we closed on the house, I drove to the sheriff’s office and found the deputy and told him, “I just bought a house in the county and when could I get sworn in?” He looked stunned and replied, “hell how about right now, let’s go over to the court house and do it.” After the judge swore me in, I was taken to the supply office and uniformed up. After getting a uniform I was told I had to supply my own leather gear and gun. From uniform supply we went to the Sheriff’s office and the administrative assistant issued me a badge and ID card.

Now, living off post and out of the area of military influence, I tried to think of a way to find men for Carol. I had met another instructor and had befriended him and he let it slip, him and his wife were swingers. Not wanting to involve someone I worked with, I asked him how he found swinger couples and he told me, he found them in swinger magazines. I had never heard of such a thing and went to the local adult book store and picked up some of the ones boasting local hook ups.

Looking back now, I just cannot believe how we lived without the internet. By the way for those of you who do not know or remember, magazines were these things, made from, paper with pictures and words printed between the covers, shit, just picking on you young whipper snappers. The pain staking thing about using swinger mags was the fact no one listed their phone numbers in their profile. You had to send a letter by of all things, snail fucking mail and wait for them to respond to you. This was also before cell phones were affordable and small. Not having the benefit of cell phones there was also no voice mail, you hoped if the person you picked out called you, you were there to answer. Answering machines were just coming out in the 80’s. Enough of the history lesson.

Even though the mags said local, there was really no body in our area and, those even a couple hours away did not want to come out to bum fuck Egypt just to get their dicks wet, and we had three kids and no one we could leave them with. Until Jerry contacted me.

Jerry was a black guy who lived about two hours East of us. He stood about 5’9”, stocky built and his cock was not long but was fat. I explained where we lived and he told me, he had no problem driving the couple hours if it meant he could fuck a white bitch. So, I set up our first meeting with him.

The first time he came over I greeted him at the door and led him to the family room, and Carol was sitting on our love seat dressed in a satin night shirt and nothing else. Carol had never been with a black man before and I was really, anxious, to see how it would play out. When he entered the room, she stood and kissed him and led him to the love seat and without any coaxing started kissing him and she spread her legs so to allow him access to her fat hairy pussy. By the way, let me interject something here, I may not have had a cell phone but I had a video camera. It was a two-piece unit, with a video camera, attached to a video recorder by a cable, which held VHS recording tapes. I will not explain what those were, look them up. My parents had sent it to us hoping we would video the grand kids, well that never happened, if you see where I am going with this, that puppy was set up and I am refreshing my memory from those tapes, which are now MP fours.