Turned On Mom
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Anna Murray, a Navy officer's wife knows how lonely it can be for officers' wives when their husbands were gone for a long periods of time. So when the base's Chaplain suggests creating a local stud service to take care of their needs, Anna was kind of critical about the safety of such an operation, but the Chaplain convinced her that with the right people involved in it, the operation would be successful and lots of fun.
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"Jesus Christ!" Chet said as he ran into the living room and saw Anna, Joyce and Ken naked. "Are there more here?" he asked, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"Just Commander Golden. He's in the bathroom showering. Why?" Anna asked, noticing the strained expression on his face.
"It's your fuckin' husband Paul," Chet said, shaking his head slowly and pacing back and forth in the living room.
"Paul? Is he causing trouble?" Anna asked apprehensively as she watched Chet closely.
"Trouble isn't the word for it," Chet said as he stopped his nervous walking and sat down on the couch.
"Oh, Cod! I knew something like this would happen," Joyce wailed, covering her face with her hands and moaning quietly.
"He's been over to Marie's, hasn't he?" Anna asked as she felt a sick feeling growing in her stomach.
"You bet! I just got a phone call from him. She told him everything that's happened-about you, me, your son-everything! He's threatened to spill it all to the military police!" "The police! OHI-IHH, noooo!" Joyce screamed as she sprang to her feet and ran over to Anna. "You've got to stop him! You've got to! If my husband ever found out..." the woman sobbed as she looked pleadingly at Anna.
"Don't worry, Joyce. We're going to stop him somehow," Anna said determinedly.
"Well, we don't have a hell of a lot of time. God only knows, he might be on his way to the MP's now," Chet said nervously.
"I've got a trump card," Anna said, smiling slyly at the chaplain and pointing towards the bathroom.
"I don't understand," Chet said.
"You forget. Commander Golden is Paul's commanding officer. He's in this as much as we are. Maybe Paul will have different ideas about telling everybody everything when he finds out that Marv's involved," Anna said thoughtfully.
"I'm sure willing to give it a try," Marv commented from the doorway.
Anna turned around and saw the muscular, hairy man standing a few feet away from her dripping wet. Even at this minute she felt her snatch fire up again. If it weren't for the immediate danger of her husband rushing off to the police, she would have thrown her legs up in the air right then.
"When I get through talking with him, I think Paul will have a little change of heart. He knows I have it in my power to just about make or break him in the Navy. That ought to make him cool down," Marv said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he strode slowly into the living room. "I'm sure that once he's thinking rationally again, he'll realize that he has no hard evidence and he could end up holding the short end of the stick in this whole matter." "I hope you're right," Anna said fervently as she watched the commander dress.
"Just leave it to me," Commander Golden said confidently as he headed out the front door.
Two weeks passed. As Anna predicted, Paul cooled down when he realized that Commander Golden was involved and that his career could be mined if he made accusations he couldn't prove. He was still upset, but he realized he was helpless, and he kept his knowledge to himself.
What bothered Anna more was her husband's indecision as to whether or not he should leave her for Marie. Finally, the two of them reached a meeting ground. Paul would give up Marie and try to make a go of the marriage if Anna would quit Chet's swap group and keep her snatch for him. Nothing was said about Greg. Anna was sure that Paul thought the only reason she had fucked her son was because she got carried away in a group-sex scene. He had no idea that she and Greg had been screwing before the group was even put together.
Anna was busy getting ready for bed one evening. Paul was tied up at a late meeting on the ship. She was sure of this as Anna confirmed her husband's excuse. She looked in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair and sighed happily. Everything had turned out for the best after all. Even Chet's group was going strong without her and her son. She missed the gang-bangs, but she would have missed her husband even more.
"Mom?" Greg called out from the hall.
Anna felt her snatch fire up again. Shit, she thought to herself as she untied her nightgown and Jet it fall open at the front. If she couldn't have gang sex, she wasn't about to let any opportunities of fucking her son fly by. Paul wouldn't be home until after midnight. It was ten o'clock now- plenty of time to fuck and change the sheets before the lord and master trounced home.