Chapter 14: Hump Day

Wednesday dawned cloudy and overcast. A cold front had moved through during the night and left a light dusting of snow on the ground.

My wife and I were still in bed. We were awake but too tired to move from the sexual olympics of last night.

Liz and Austin were in the kitchen making breakfast and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee was in the air.

We struggled out of bed and joined the girls. Austin was the first to notice our physical condition and said, “Rough night?”

My wife replied, “Rough but totally enjoyable.”

Liz asked, “Dad, did you and mom play with Aunt Tracy and Mr. Sam last night?”

I informed my daughter that we indeed play with Tracy and Sam last night.

“Daddy, when are you going to ‘play’ with me?”

“As soon as I think that we are both ready to play that way. And your mother will be the judge as to when we are ready.”

Ann smiled at my answer but didn’t say anything.

We chatted about the movie that Austin and Liz went to see and what everyone’s plans were for today.

I had to go to work and Liz needed to go to school. After the morning coffee klatch, Austin would be joining Carol and John while my wife, Martha, and Joan would work out the details needed to add Liz and Gracie to the home school program.

When I arrived at work, Connie was already behind her desk. I found out, much later, that Connie was always the first to arrive at work. I asked for the morning reports and she told me that they were on my desk.

I noticed how nice Connie looked in her dark brown slacks, tan blouse, and dark brown vest. I complimented her on her outfit before entering my office.

The morning reports informed me that Monday’s activities were normal. No major problems were reported.

I called Connie into my office. Before I could give her next week’s assignments she said, “I am sorry about the way I am dressed. I will try to do better from now on.”

I sat back in my chair and looked up and down Connie’s body. “I think you look great Connie. What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I don’t usually wear a blouse under this vest and it is scratching my nipples and making them harder. I don’t want people to think that you have a slut for a secretary.”

“What do you normally wear under your vest?”

“Nothing. I haven’t worn a bra or panties for over 20 years.”

I did make it through the day, but seeing a naked Connie was always on my mind.

It was nice, sitting at a table and having a conversation with my family. I guess that that is the one thing I most cherish.

Don’t get me wrong. I also love sex whether it is with my wife or another like-minded woman. I love to make love. Slow and enjoyable. Watching my sexual partner enjoy herself in a relaxed and carefree way.

But, sometimes, fucking is great too. There are times when passion is so great that love making isn’t enough. Hard, fast, and deep fucking can reduce tension and anxiety quickly.

I found myself wondering about tonight. Would Ann and I meet with Greg and Connie and have a great night just talking and getting to know each other or would we make love to each other’s spouse? Or would we skip the preliminaries and fuck.

Austin brought me back to reality by saying, “Eddie, if it is al right with you and Ann, Liz and I want to practice how women can please other women tonight.”

I looked at my daughter. She was squirming in her seat. I didn’t want to disappoint her and told Austin, “I think that is a wonderful idea.”

I could see the tension drain from my daughter to be replaced with an ear to ear smile.

After dinner, Austin and Liz cleaned up the kitchen while my wife and I went to our bedroom to get dressed for tonight’s adventure with the MacDonald’s.

Ann asked me what she should wear tonight and I shrugged my shoulders. I did tell her about Connie’s comment that she hadn’t worn a bra or panties for over 20 years.

Ann beamed and said, “Then I will wear the blue wrap around dress and sandals. No bra and no panties.”

I told her that that would be a good choice and that I planned on wearing a long sleeved shirt, khakis, and a pair of loafers.

We took a shower together and made sure that we were both properly shaved. After we had toweled each other dry, I watched my wife apply perfume behind her ears. When she also applied perfume around her pussy, I cocked my head and stared. Without a moment’s hesitation, my wife said, “If things get a little out of hand, a girl needs to be prepared.”

We left the house and arrived at our destination on time.

Greg MacDonald answered the door and I came to attention, executed the best hand salute that I could muster, and said, “Sir. Permission to come aboard?”

Greg returned a halfhearted salute and said, “Permission granted.”

Inside, I said, “Honey, I am honored to introduce you to Captain Greg MacDonald, also known as Cobra One, and the man who saved my life.”

Ann extended her hand and he wrapped both of his hands around hers. “I am not in the service anymore so you can call me Greg. Unless you are in the throes of passion and then you can call me anything you like.”

That statement alone could have set the course for tonight’s activities. But the clincher was when Connie entered the room.

She was barefoot and wore a short skirt and a see-through top. She might as well have been topless. Through the blouse you could see every inch of her massive tits clearly. Her nipples were hard and extended as she rushed to my wife and engulfed her in a bear hug.

I knew right away that tonight’s get-together would be more than a simple meet and greet. More than making love to each other’s spouse. Tonight, we would be fucking and sucking until we were all exhausted.

For the next half hour, we were all very conservative and polite. Greg told us that he and Connie were married shortly before his deployment to Viet Nam and spent a week ‘re-uniting’ when he came back to the States.

“Service life is very frustrating for a married couple. We were never stationed in the same place for very long. Making new friends every two or three years is hard enough. Having intimate friends is impossible.

“We did have a few intimate meetings with other couples but it was more like getting together with acquaintances instead of real friends.

“I was an O-5 (Lieutenant Colonel) when we were deployed to Ft. Sill for advanced missile training. Connie and I fell in love with the rural setting and the slow pace of life. The result was that I retired, two engine mechanics joined me, and we now run a small but profitable private helicopter service. Connie started working at the casino.

“A few weeks ago, I was at the casino when the altercation in the Poker Room started. The way you handled the problem was inspiring. I thought I knew you from some place in the past and took the chance of having Connie deliver a cryptic message to you. I was pleased with your reply and told my wife that if she ever got the chance to work under you, then she should jump on it with both feet.”

Connie said, “Greg, I work with Eddie. I haven’t, as yet, had the pleasure of working under him.”

I told Greg that I was sorry for not recognizing him when he was at the casino, but I was kind of busy at the time. When Connie gave me your message, I knew exactly who you were. I was hoping that my reply would let you know that.

“As for your wife working under me, I think that it will turn out that I will be working under her at least some of the time.”

I went on to tell Greg and Connie about our life since getting married, leaving out the time we both wanted to forget.

I told Greg that I was under the same constraints as he was. He could not fraternize with lower ranks and I couldn’t fraternize with the people that reported to me.

“Of course, if the situation ever presents itself, I could make an exception.”

“Ann,” said Connie. “Have you had enough of the men beating around the bush?”

“Definitely!” my wife said. “What do you think we should do about it?”

“I don’t know about you Ann, but I am going to walk over to your husband and strip naked. Then I am going to lie down on the floor, spread my legs as wide as I can get them, and show Eddie how much I want to work under him.”

“Connie, do you want my husband to make love to you or fuck you?”

“Ann dear, making love to Eddie is your job. My job is to fuck him senseless.”

“I agree with you Connie. Husbands and wifes should make love while sex partners should fuck.

The women were in agreement and moved toward us men. As they stood before us, Ann said, “Connie, do you really want to turn on my husband?”

“Oh yes. What do you suggest?”

“Let me strip you in front of my husband. Let me show him your sexy, horny, naked body. Then you can strip me in front of your husband and show him how wet my pussy is for his cock.”

The women did a high five and the fun began.

Greg and I moved to the edge of our seats and watched as Ann stood behind Connie and pulled her blouse out from under her skirt. Starting with the top button, she opened Connie’s blouse. Ann’s hands reached around Connie’s waist to rest on her tummy. She slowly raised her hands upwards until they rested on top of Connie’s ample breasts. Ann’s hands messaged Connie’s breasts before using her fingers to pinch and pull her nipples. When Connie’s eyes closed and her body began to undulate, Ann moved her hands higher and outward to slip Connie’s blouse off her shoulders.

Ann moved in front of Connie, dropped to her knees and slowly pulled down the side zipper of Connie’s skirt. Using a hand on each side of the skirt, she lowered it an inch at a time until Connie’s wet, shaved pussy came into view.

Ann let the skirt drop to the floor before lifting one leg at a time to remove the skirt from Connie’s ankles.

The girls stood up as Greg and I adjusted our throbbing cocks.

Like Ann before her, Connie stood behind my wife. Her hands slid down Ann’s dress until she reached the sash that held the dress together. Connie untied the sash, moved her hands so that each hand held one side of the dress. Oh so slowly, Connie began pulling the dress apart until my wife’s naked body was fully exposed. Again, following my wife’s lead Connie moved her hands upward and fondled Ann’s breasts before pinching and pulling on my wife’s nipples. My wife was moaning as Connie slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

I don’t know about Greg, but if his wife would have touched my cock, I would have immediately come all over her.

Instead, both women extended their arms and pulled us up. Each girl removed the shirt of the man in front of her before dropping to her knees to remove his slacks.

When everyone was naked, the girls leaned back and lay down with their legs spread wide.

I didn’t get to see as much as I heard what was happening next to me. My attention was riveted on the naked lady in front of me.

I knelt and traced my fingers from Connie’s feet to the inside of her thighs. I leaned forward and used my tongue to lick and probe her pussy. When her hips began to roll, I removed my tongue and inserted one and then two fingers into her wet pussy. With my palm up, I curled my fingers and searched for her g-spot. Her hips rose and I captured her clit in my mouth as Connie’s first orgasm hit her.

I heard my wife screaming for Greg to get his tongue deeper in her cunt. My wonderful wife had never called her pussy a cunt before. Greg must be doing a good job.