Chapter 11

It was the final game of the season, the boat was due back in two days, and a couple of the wives bailed on us to get ready for their hubby's homecoming. I think they wanted to give their little pussies a good scrub to wipe away any traces of use over the past six months.

Except for Jenny and Hannah, the wives had kept their distance from Kevin and I during the game. We were quickly becoming skeletons, buried in old locked boxes deep in the bottom of closets. No flirting, no subtle touching, just who's next at bat, cheers for a good double, and a good swat at the plate.

Kevin leaned over to me during the fourth inning and asked, "What gives?"

"Gives? About what?" I was watching the game and telepathically attempting to influence events on the field. If I ever get this to work I'll be a major league manager in months.

"Don't you think that the girls are too quiet tonight? I patted Carmen on the rear after a hit, and she gave me a frigid look."

I laughed. "Kevin, the world of reality is swinging back to the day side of the earth. The planet Venus is setting to give way to the rise of Mars."

He gave me one of those "stop being a guru" looks.

"Kevin, our little harem is breaking up under the load of the close return of a boatload of husbands. We were temporary entertainment, Kevin; the full-time stars are coming back, the A team, the Alpha males. They can't deal with their husbands and us in the same context, and the context has shifted from last week. We are in eclipse and will soon be gone from their lives."

"You know, someday you're going to learn to speak English." He shook his head and went back to watching Lilly trying to get a hit. He loved the way she wiggled her ass while waiting for the pitch.

Kevin didn't understand that relationship between the wives and the coaches was temporary. After the boat ties up on the dock, he and I will go back to work with the guys whose wives we entertained for the last six months.

Kevin, a small group of wives, and I will all have secrets from our friends and shipmates, secrets that will have to be closely held during arguments and long nights of drinking. If one of them does something to piss us off we have to hold back the dart in our crossbow. Kevin and I have the responsibility and duty of keeping the events of the last half-year buried. Kevin and I cremate our secrets to protect the unions of our shipmates. The wives keep their secrets for the sake of their marriages and to keep the crap getting beat out of Kevin and me.

We keep the secrets of the officers' wives because no one would believe us about their little bridge parties. Kevin and I keep the secret of the captain's wife, because she was a tough bitch that we knew not to cross. Carla was a woman who didn't bury skeletons in her closet until she had cracked the bones and sucked out the marrow.

We won the game by a score of-I don't remember. In a wives' league there were no playoffs, no championship. It just ended. After the game, when all the wives had quickly left, Kevin and I were left to load the gear into Jenny's van to drive over to the base supply center to turn in. She sat on the ground drinking a beer as we loaded the equipment; women's equality in physical labor was not a navy wife concept. Chivalry still had a heartbeat back then, and neither of us thought about asking Jenny to pitch in. She sat Indian-style on the soft grass. Her little, tight shorts stretched tight over that honey pot of hers that her coaches and teammates had tasted so many times over the last few months. She seemed lost in thought as she sipped her beer.

Hannah walked up as we finished loading the gloves. "What are you guys doing tonight?"

I looked at Kevin and said, "I don't think we're doing anything. Every one seemed to be in a hurry to get home."

Jenny looked up at her and asked, "You got something in mind?"

Hannah paused and then said, "How about a party?" Hannah was a woman who didn't need a lot of preparation to welcome hubby home.

Jenny thought a bit, nothing was running a full speed tonight, and we all knew that we might never be in this corner of the universe together again. "Where at?"

"How about the Royal Hawaiian?"

Jenny screwed up her face, "Nice, but expensive. Why not the Hale Koa? It's only military and cheap."

"I thought that someone might see us who knows us a the Hale Koa." Hannah pointed out.

Jenny considered this. "You're right. How much if we split four ways?"

Hannah smiled, "Think about forty bucks each would get us a room with a hot tub."

This sounded like an excellent spot to be male chauvinists. "Kevin and I will pick up the tab." I offered. Kevin, of course, glared at me. Some friends just never learn to that in order to get pussy, one must sometimes spend money.

They decided that male chauvinism was okay with them. Jenny grinned at us. "Sure, you guys can pay."

I slammed the back door of the van and we headed downtown after we dropped off the equipment. The Royal Hawaiian, also known as the "Pink Palace of the Pacific" had been around forever. Anybody whose fathers or mothers were in Hawaii during the War knew of the Royal Hawaiian. It was used for R&R for battle weary soldiers and officers and the nurses that sometimes joined them.

We pulled up in front and Hannah and I went in. She was close to my age. We were going to check in as a couple, and Jenny and I would have drawn stares at our age difference; I didn't want some nosey desk clerk thinking we were going to put four people in a two-person room like we were.

Hannah and I walked in the door and up a long entryway to the pink marble counter. The Pink Palace did show her age, but she was still elegant to a guy used to sharing a bathroom larger than a hotel room.

Getting a room was no problem. The clerk was more than willing to rent the nice couple a room. I paid in advance and soon we had to keys to a Garden Suite. I figured this was probably our last time for a night out together so, since I had gotten paid a few days before, I went all out, or at least I did without Kevin's agreement.

Jenny and Kevin sat out in the bar and ordered a couple of Mai Thais while Hannah and I went up to check out the room. Everything was pink, a pink bedspread, pink wallpaper with plumeria blossoms in neat rows, and a pink bathroom. Hannah went crazy. She had a pink bedroom when she was a girl. She jumped on the bed and rolled around like a kid. I would have joined her but our friends were still down in the bar.

We went down and joined Kevin and Jenny. Hannah and I got started on our Mai Thais.

Kevin looked at me, and said, "Jenny's worried about the chief."

She replied quickly, "Yeah, I don't know how he's going to react to the changes in me."

"What changes worry you most?" I asked.

"That I like women now as much as I do." She shrugged her shoulders and flashed a look at Hannah, her first lesbian experience.

"Don't tell him." Kevin advised.

She nodded, "That's my initial thought, I mean, he's not going to know anything is up if Nadine and I go out now and then."

I was curious. "Are you going to tell him she's a Shit Street stripper?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "God, no. We'll make something up."

"He might not mind, especially if you give him group rates on lap dances." I offered.

She smiled wryly. "Yeah, right. I don't think he's ever been in a strip joint. Especially on Shit Street." She sipped the last of her drink.

I added, "It's going to have to be handled softly. Women marry men because of what they can become; men marry women for who they are. They don't like changes. You're on a course, Jenny, that going to have the collision alarm sounded very soon. The chief is going to be expecting the wife he left."

Kevin tossed out. "Divorce him."

I winced and Jenny looked shocked.

I leaned over to him. "Kevin, ease up. That's easy for a never married twenty-year old to say. Marriage is tough, but breaking up is tougher. My older sister had her husband dump her and her two kids."

He looked unhappy at having made the remark. "Sorry, what happened to him?"

"He ran his new little Volkswagen Beetle under a cement truck about a year later. The picked him up in a towel."

"Shit, that's awful."

"No, not really, he had $50,000 in life insurance, and he had never taken my sister off as beneficiary. It was almost like Old Testament justice. Fuck up and God reaches down and squashes you. But we're drifting off the subject, Hannah, you've been awfully quiet."

She swirled the red liquid in her glass. "I'm thinking the same thing as Jenny. Maybe it's time to make a break here and work out who I am."

I leaned back in my chair and said to both, "You two are putting a lot of guilt on my shoulders. I don't want to be the cause of two divorces."

Jenny grinned at me. "Don't pat yourself too hard on the back, Joe, I think Nadine had more to do with this than you. I mean you're a good fuck, but she's my lover."

Hannah patted her on the hand. "She's right, Joe, you are a good fuck, but Kevin's better." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek turning him reactor-meltdown red.

I balanced on my chair and said, "Yeah, but I give better philosophy."

The women laughed and Jenny said, "When we understand you."

Jenny finished her drink. "I guess I have a little while to work this out. Nadine's not pressuring me, and I think, would be content to play along with a 'girl friend' public role for me."

Hannah stood up. "This is getting too depressing, let's go up to the room and have some fun."

Jenny loved the room and we learned she also had a pink room when she was a girl. She went out on the lanai, but it was too breezy. The trades were blowing in and made the table covers flap in the breeze.

Kevin dumped the contents of the gift bag on the bed. He had brought beer from the van, a bag of Jenny's finest, rolling papers, and a tube of lube. Nothing wrong with a little lube, I wondered if Kevin or Jenny had thrown it in the bag.

Jenny looked around, "This is a real suite." She chucked her tee shirt and pushed down her shorts. Both ended up on the closet floor along with a bra and panties sitting on top. "I love walking around hotel rooms naked." She walked into the adjoining room, and we watched her lovely ass bounce as she walked away.

Hannah watched it also. She quickly stripped and tossed her clothes on Jenny's. Kevin and I quickly followed suit and we wandered into the sitting room portion of the suite. Jenny was in the bathroom. She had left the door open and was peeing. Over the course of the season we had all gotten pretty comfortable at being naked, too comfortable, to suit Hannah.

"Jenny, we're running around a hotel suite naked, and our two gentlemen don't even have hard ons." Jenny peeked out from the bathroom and while wiping her pussy called out. "I know what will fix that. Hannah, come in here."

Hannah, with her large tits swaying, walked in and Jenny pulled her over to straddle her lap while facing her. The two women started kissing, porno-style, just sticking out their tongues and flicking them together. Jenny pulled Hannah tight, and they rubbed their tits together, Jenny's getting lost in the crowd.

Jenny whispered something to Hannah, who replied, "No!... Really?" Jenny nodded and motioned us closer. "I'll try... I don't know if I can. I've never even thought about doing this."

Hannah tensed up, and we watched, wondering what was up. She exhaled and then we saw it. She was pissing on Jenny. The yellow stream hit Jenny just a few inches above her pussy and splashed out over her legs and down into the bowl. Jenny moaned and Hannah peed harder. She was splashing all around the toilet making quite a mess.

Kevin and I had never seen anyone pee on someone before. Our cocks grew at an amazing rate. We almost had full hard ons, before Hannah ran out of pee. She rose up off Jenny and giggled, "I can't believe I did that. Oh, my God, that was so hot." Jenny pulled some toilet paper off the roll and wiped Hannah's dripping pussy for her.

"Look, Hannah, it worked. We now have hard ons to play with." Hannah pulled Kevin over to her and kissed him. A deep passionate kiss where you only know tongues are active because you see the throat muscles moving. Jenny pulled me to the shower. She started the water. "I think I need a shower before we continue this little party."

"Where did you get the idea for that?" I asked with great curiosity.

Jenny blushed and said, "Nadine turned me on to it. She loves to have someone piss on her tits while she masturbates in the bath tub. It almost took me five minutes to let go the first time I did it." She stepped into the shower. "Now, I can turn the tap on and off without any problem."

She pulled me in a kissed me, and then said, "Do you want to try it, Joe? Pissing on me. Who knows when you'll have a woman offer you that again?"

I didn't take too long to say "yes." I hadn't pissed since before the game and was fully loaded.

She knelt down on the floor of the shower clear of the flow from the nozzle. "Piss on my tits and let it run down my body." Her hand slipped into her folds and began working. I pushed my hard on down and tried to let go. I breathed deeply and a dribble came out the end. She watched my cock intently as the dribble grew to a stream that I aimed at her tits. Her hand rapidly pumped into her wet cunt. Soon, I had a fire hose running and the force of the flow depressed her skin where it hit. She pushed out her tits, and I washed them down good. Wishing I had more to drink, I was finally forced to lean toward her to keep the decreasing flow on her tits. When the last drip fell my cock was over her tits and she leaned forward and sucked the head of my dick in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Jenny, you're such a hot slut."

She pulled my dick from her mouth. "I know, Nadine's been teaching me." She jacked my cock as she looked up at me and said, "She thinks I could dance at her club." Shit, what would the Chief say to that? I doubt he would say, "Great, Jenny, we could use the money. Jenny would be hot on stage." I'd stick a buck in her g-string.

"I just wish he would accept Nadine and I, and that I can fuck women when I want and maybe earn some spending money dancing." She pushed half of my dick into her mouth and resumed sucking my cock.

"God dammit, Jenny. I want your first fucking lap dance." She nodded around my cock.

I pulled her up and hissed, "You are the hottest babe I've every fucked, honey." We kissed long and hard. "Let's go out and see how Hannah and Kevin are doing."

When I shut off the water I heard how they were doing. Hannah was screaming, this usually happened when she rode Kevin's long pole. Kevin was lying in the center of the bed, and Hannah was riding him reverse cowgirl. Her fat tits were swaying as she pumped her pussy the full length of his cock. Jenny crept up on the bed and sucked one of the swaying teats.

Hannah took one hand and pulled Jenny onto her tit harder. She moaned at Jenny's talented tongue that flickered over her huge nipples. When Jenny's fingers gently rubbed her clit, she groaned loudly pumping herself onto her friend's fingers. I couldn't resist Jenny's ass hanging over the end of the bed. I rubbed my dick into her wet lips and pressed into her.

Jenny's moan was buried in Hannah's tits. I began a slow motion rhythm into her tight cunt. My hands roamed over her smooth ass. She must have found someplace private to sun bathe, as the tan line from her bikini was almost gone.

Hannah wanted more than her tits sucked, so she leaned far back over Kevin, and Jenny dived into her pussy. As I fucked her from behind I could see that she just wasn't out to please Hannah. Her tongue wiggled over the wet lips and the hard clit and then cruised down to Kevin's heavy balls and the shaft of his cock that sawed into Hannah's dripping cunt.

Jenny was rubbing her cunt while I fucked her. She was rapidly approaching a climax and I could feel her fingers hitting my balls as they slapped her pussy.

Jenny was usually pretty vocal when she came, but her mouth was pressed hard against Hannah's pussy as they both came at the same time. Hannah jerked up and Kevin's cock popped free and sprayed Jenny's face with five or six spurts of cum. This orgy of orgasms jerked my cum from my balls and I pumped it all into Jenny's cunt.

"God!" Kevin moaned as Jenny trapped his dick and sucked the last couple of drops out. Jenny stood up on her knees and Hannah licked Kevin's cum off her face and they shared what Jenny caught in her mouth.

I pulled my cock free of Jenny and watched my cum drip onto the bed. The girls embraced as they kissed and Hannah rolled off Kevin and they began making out on the bed.

Kevin and I got up and he pulled two six packs from the overnight case. "We're gonna need some ice, Joe."

I pulled on my pants commando style and grabbed the ice bucket and headed down the hall. I made three trips, and we filled the bathroom sink with ice and beers. Kevin and I opened two and sat down by the bed to watch Jenny go down on Hannah.

Jenny loved to eat pussy, and she was very good at it. Hannah's legs were back by her shoulders and Jenny's tongue was making long strokes from her clit to the bottom little crease in her cunt. Jenny was holding her legs back as she turned her friend inside out. Hannah screamed as she came from Jenny's intense efforts. She lay back on the bed panting trying to catch her breath. Her legs slowly lowered as she shuddered with aftershocks.

"Fuck me, and die, Jenny. You get better every time you eat me. I'll just never be that good at eating pussy, honey."

Jenny cuddled with Hannah. "Oh, honey, you eat my pussy just fine. Remember you were my first teacher."

Hannah looked at us and said, "I'm hungry. Are we eating in or getting dressed and going out?"

I knew a request from a woman when I heard one. "Let's go feed these hungry bitches of ours, Kevin. So we may fuck them more later."

Jenny threw a pillow at us. We gathered up our strewn clothes and headed out. Leaving the girls naked on the bed cuddling.

One thing not hard to find in the area of Hawaiian culture was pizza. We picked up two Supremos with thick crust and headed back up to the room.

Kevin and I are walking across the lobby when I hear a voice I was certain I would never hear again. That rough lilt of Prague as she called out, "Joe, Kevin."

Carla! The captain's wife was at the front desk of the Royal Hawaiian dressed in a black leather miniskirt and a thin white blouse that barely disguised her nipples. "Vat are you boyz doink here?"

"We're having a little party upstairs."

"Just the tvo of you?" She raised an eyebrow as if surprised at our flexibility.

Kevin and I exchanged a glance and I answered, "No, we here with a couple of girls."

She took my arm and rubbed her thinly covered tit into my arm, "Are ve havink a dirty party?"

Kevin was trying to edge away from us. He was scared of her. I was too, but she turned me on enough to overcome my fear. This was one dirty bitch who could take anything and want more.

She grabbed his arm and pulled us to her. "Didn't ve have a nice time at the bridge party?" She rubbed Kevin's ass. "Is your ass feelink better, Kevin, my bic little boy?"