Chapter 6: Working Girls

After breakfast and quick showers, the pair climbed into Ronnie’s car and headed back up the causeway to the mainland. As they got on the main road towards Salisbury, Ronnie asked, “So, did you and Harry ever fool around? Like us, I mean?”

Sue was quiet, not answering in the negative like Ronnie expected. Surprised, she pressed further. “Well, have you? You’re not saying no, so that must mean, yes!”

“Uh, not really. I mean not like you guys, it’s just that, well, there was this one thing Harry and I used to do...”

The radiogram read, “Docking San Diego 6/14 5 days NU.” Sue understood precisely what it meant. Harry’s ship was docking in San Diego starting June 14th and he wanted her to come out for a few days of R&R. The NU meant ‘No Underwear.’

After calling the base, she confirmed that Harry’s destroyer was hitting San Diego the next morning, so Sue had to work fast. First, she called a neighbor friend and arranged for her to take care of the twins. Next, she called the airport and bought a ticket for an evening flight. Finally, she pulled out a large hanging bag and started going through her wardrobe.

NU meant more than simply ‘No Underwear’; it was code for an entire range of clothing. No slacks or shorts, no sneakers or low shoes, no pantyhose. Sue was restricted to skirts and tops, dresses, high heels, and stockings. The only panties or bra she could take was the most revealing bikini she owned. She was to make herself as available as possible for her husband’s pleasures. Sue pulled out her sexiest clothes and packed.

The rules were the same regardless of whether Harry was with her or not. Later that afternoon, having taken the twins next door, Sue changed into her travel clothes, which consisted of a matching brown skirt and jacket, beige blouse, thigh-high stockings, and high heels. That night in San Diego, she slept naked. The next morning, she greeted her husband’s ship wearing a short sundress, high-heeled sandals, and nothing else.

As they drove back to the motel room she had taken, Sue teased her husband unmercifully. Leaning back against the passenger side door, she pulled her skirt to her waist and began running her fingers around her freshly shaven pussy. Normally, when Harry was away, she would let her cunt hair grow out, but whenever he was home based, he liked it clean shaven. By the time they got to the motel room, Harry was ready to explode. Even before Sue had her key in the door, Harry had lifted her skirt from behind and was stuffing a finger down the crack of her ass and between her hot and sweaty thighs. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Sue found herself kneeling on the bed with her dress around her waist, with Harry’s cock pounding into her cunt from behind. Afterwards, he had her remove her dress and relieve him orally, then they rested before going out for lunch.

In short, it was the start of a perfectly normal vacation for a horny young couple without children to worry about. Harry had just received notice that he was on the early list for promotion from Lieutenant J.G. to Lieutenant, and he and his wife spent a lot of time celebrating horizontally. Then, midway through their vacation, Harry took Sue across the border to Tijuana. Neither had ever been there before, but several of Harry’s shipmates had told him of the incredible sex places in the border town and he had mentioned it to Sue. Intrigued, she agreed to go, so they moved out of the Holiday Inn for a day and drove down.

If Sue felt nervous about wandering through the grubbier parts of a grubby city in a foreign country, she didn’t say so, although she did feel very reassured to have her very large and muscular husband holding her hand. Some of the places they passed looked to have an active trade in white slavery going on. Harry led her into a place a friend had mentioned, and they were shown to a small side booth. The room was dark and smoky, and none too clean, and Sue was on the verge of asking Harry to leave when the next stripper came out. Sue had never seen a striptease before and found herself sitting down to watch. She gripped her husband’s hand tightly.

She and Harry had a couple of beers during the next half hour, as several strippers came and went. Sue was beginning to get bored when the next act came out. This was a sex show. A woman came out with a stool and a large dog. Sitting down on the stool, she spread her legs and allowed the dog to lick her cunt. The stripper seemed to be enjoying it, Sue told her husband, who shrugged and said maybe so. Sue was fascinated to see the woman stand and kneel, bending over the stool. The dog began licking her again, but in this position, she could see that Fido had a huge hard-on. As soon as the woman gave a command, the dog placed his paws up on her back and began to hump the woman. She was crying out in guttural Spanish as the large dog pumped and pumped, whining with delight as he did so. Sue couldn’t believe how hot her pussy was at the sight.

As the performance was ending, the waitress came back and asked if they wanted another round of beers. At least Sue thought that was what she was asking, she had only had a few years of high school French. Harry’s language skills were rudimentary at best. Aside from ‘Hola’,’ Adios’, and ‘Muchas gracias’, the only Spanish he knew was ‘Dos cervesas!’ - ‘Two beers!’ She began chattering to him and the last thing she said was “Twenty dollars.” Clueless, Harry slid across a pair of tens, and then, equally astounded, both he and his wife watched as the waitress, a slim girl no more than sixteen years old, slipped to the floor and crawled under the table. Before either he or his shocked wife could say anything, the girl had unzipped his pants and fished out his stiff cock, then promptly stuffed it in her mouth and went down on Harry.

Harry threw his head back in ecstasy, gripping Sue’s wrist reflexively. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” he cried as he exploded against the little whore’s tonsils. Sue stared in rapt intrigue as she watched another woman suck off her husband! Finally, as she finished draining Harry, the waitress looked up at them from under the table. Chattering again, this time her eyes were looking at Sue. Wordlessly, Harry pushed another twenty to her, and the whore switched positions. Sue stared in disbelief as the girl pushed her skirt up and buried her face in her wet snatch, then it was her own turn to scream silently as she was pushed over the edge to orgasm after orgasm.

Afterwards, while Sue regained her breath, the whore slipped away. As soon as she could, Sue stood, grabbing her husband’s hand and pulling him bodily from the bar.

“Jesus Christ, Sue, I had no idea what she was saying to me! You gotta believe me! I had no fucking idea!”

“Take me back to the motel, Harry!” she told her husband.

“Sue, I’m sorry, I didn’t know!” he protested.

“Shut up, Harry. Just take me back to the motel and fuck me, Harry.”

Harry gaped at his wife. “Wha ... What?”

“Harry, if you don’t take me home and fuck the hell out of me, I’m going to go back inside there and let Fido take a turn. I am so hot for cock right now I could take on the Marine Corps Band!” she announced. She began dragging him back down the street towards their motel.

Afterwards, both agreed that the sex they had later was some of the hottest they had ever had. In some ways, that vacation was the high point of their marriage. Certainly, the next two months was the lowest. Almost immediately after returning to his ship, Harry had taken the pre-promotion physical that had discovered the early signs of congestive heart failure. By the time Sue had gotten home, her husband was calling her from San Diego, crying as he told her of his medical retirement. It was the most heart-rending time of their lives.

Still, the same qualities that had enabled Harry to graduate at the top of his class at the Naval Academy, that had earned him a growing and brilliant reputation in the Navy, that had seen him promoted early twice, and that had endeared him to his wife, proved to be the same qualities so many private companies were in need of. Within two months, before the final paperwork on his discharge had come through and while they were still living on base in Charleston, Harry had found an excellent job running a department in a factory in his hometown of Indianapolis.

Fortunately for the Mallorys, while the job market in Indianapolis was strengthening, the housing market showed weakness. The first week of September found them in their new hometown, staying with his parents. It was a whirlwind of activity for Harry and Sue as they found a house, arranged a mortgage and movers, registered the twins for school, and did the other myriad activities needed to completely uproot and move a young family. Finally, at the end of the week, they agreed to chuck it all and spend some time on themselves. They packed a light bag and left the kids with his grinning parents, then headed out and got a motel room. They wouldn’t be back for a day or two, they said.