“Jesus… Johnny… where did… where did you learn this? Most of you boys just cum and go… could you move up to… yes yes yessssssss… there oh my God!”
My flat tongue pressed over her bud and stayed there. Then I sucked it and her surrounding folds of skin into my mouth. As I let her slowly slip through my lips I pushed my thumb inside her bottom. Maggie clamped her legs in my head and I think she squealed but it was hard for me to hear much with her legs wrapped so tight on me.
But I felt her shudder and shake, then tremble, and then her legs relaxed as she gently pushed my head off her sex. She pulled me up by my neck and she kissed me full on my dripping lips before she lapped my chin and cheeks like a puppy.
“I knew there was still one in there. Want me to go look for more?”
“Stop!” she laughed. “Just sit here with me awhile, I need a breather. Your wife, does she know how lucky she is?”
Sigh.
“I’m the lucky one. She’s a great woman. In fact, I should probably get–”
“Wait, Johnny! I’m sorry, I won’t… I won’t mention her again. Just stay here with me for a little bit.”
“Okay, Mags. I’m sorry. It’s just, I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m, well I thought of myself as a good man. Now I’m not so sure.”
“Johnny, look. I’m not going to take you away from her. This is just… a fling. Okay? No strings, just a fling.”
“No strings, just a fling.”
“Yeah, you can file this in your brain somewhere under ‘Fun things that I shouldn’t talk about.’ How’s that sound?”
And so, I built my first compartment.
Monday
Our first session started promptly at 7:30 in the morning in some dank back office at the large McDonnell complex. Azimuth, elevation, tracking, scanning, frequency… yeah it all came fast and furious. They threw so much at us so fast that I literally couldn’t spare three seconds to think about Maggie and our day yesterday.
Class supposedly ended at five, and the guys were planning the evening’s adventures. Being the only married guy, I begged off. So, naturally, I quickly garnered the nickname “Old Man” for my lack of suaveness.
5:00 came and went. So did 6:00. About 6:50 they finally let us out, without about two hours of studying to do. Jesus Christ. It was almost dark when I got to my room and I quickly called the golf course.
“Hello?” she answered. A shiver ran down my spine. “Hello? Anyone? Come on, I don’t have time for games…”
I cleared my throat. “Maggie, it’s me, Johnny.”
“Oh? Johnny, you say. Johnny who?”
“Very funny, Mags.”
“Oh, Johnny that was about to get his ass whupped for standing me up? That Johnny?”
“Listen, if you want a spanking, just say so. You don’t need to get all bratty about–”
“I want a spanking.”
I just looked at the phone. She always seemed to have a better comeback than I did. I mean always. It was a bit disconcerting and… fun.
“Hon, I gotta study for a couple hours. Then the rest of the guys are going out but I want to see you, if you’re able.”
“I suppose I have to come over to your tawdry motel?”
“Maggie. This isn’t a tawdry motel. It’s a downright sleazy motel!” Hey, I finally got a zinger in!
“Well why didn’t you say that in the first place? Can I come over now, help you study? Then you can spank me.” God damn if she wasn’t quick.
“I gotta be with boys, group work. But I’ll call you.”
Two and a half hours later the guys jabbed and jibed me a few more times while I got a Doctor Pepper out of the vending machine. They grabbed a couple taxis and I called Maggie as the taillights left the parking lot. She showed up twelve minutes later with a six-pack of Budweiser because, St. Louis.
She thrust the bottles into my arms and went straight to the bed. Before I could even crack one open she was undoing her skirt, dropping it to the floor. I sat on the bed next to her, my beer in hand, and she crawled over my lap, settling her rump right over the center of my lap.
She squealed as I rested the cold beer on her panty-covered bottom. I switched hands and with my right I slipped my fingers under her panties.
“Hello Maggie.”
“Mmm. Hello Lieutenant. I masturbated five times today thinking of you. That’s pretty bad, isn’t it?”
“That’s very bad, I’m afraid.” I picked up on the game already because, you see, I’m a Naval officer and we are trained to evaluate combat situations and make split-second decisions.
“So bad, in fact, that it’s a bare-bottom infraction.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep.” I struggled with getting her panties off. I mean, I smoothly removed her white cotton panties.
I rubbed her bare ivory cheeks, massaging and squeezing them. She just lay there, letting me play with her, not instructing or even hinting at me to do something. No, she just enjoyed the moment, enjoyed my touch. She seemed to really enjoy it when I touched her pink little rear orifice, which I enjoyed dripping saliva on and probing gently.
I suddenly SLAPPED her right cheek fairly hard which elicited a yelp from her.
“Goodness, I wasn’t ready for that, you had me so relax OWWWW!”
That second one was even harder. Her skin immediately showed the effects, turning a few shades of light red. My beer still in my left hand, I set it on her hot skin, causing her to jump and almost spill it.
“You’re supposed to thank me, you know.”
“Right! Of course. Thank you. Isn’t that what they do in the stories? I guess you’ve read them, you’re doing much better than I expected.”
“I don’t know about stories, but I have been to Singapore.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!
She buried her face in the bed as she squealed so loud. I didn’t let up. I spanked her for a solid two minutes, smacking her ass up and down and on the side and in the middle and… well her entire ass turned a delicious shade of red. Not pink, not rosy, but red.
The sudden silence seemed strange compared to the violence of just a few moments before. Maggie turned to me, tears pouring down her cheeks. She scrambled up and kissed me so hard I barely got my beer on the nightstand without spilling it.
She kissed my cheeks, my nose, my whole face before kissing my lips again.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “I came twice, look at your pants.”
Oh shit, a nice puddle formed on the upper leg of my chinos. We got ourselves undressed before any other bodily fluids got loose and endangered my clothing.
“Johnny, Daddy, will you let me do something for you?”
“Well, I guess that would be alright. Whatcha got in mind?”
“Just lay back and relax, tiger.”
She took my cock in her hand (which was already at full military power (which means maximum thrust (which is a metaphor for me having a hard-on (okay I’ll skip the lingo from now on)))) and stroked me firmly. I loved that, most girls grabbed it way too lightly. Grab that big boy, show it you mean business!
She licked up the main vein, producing a dollop of pre-cum, which she lustfully swallowed. She returned to her task, licking back down my hardness, all the way to my balls. I tensed as she kissed my left nut, Hoping she was going to be easy with it! But her expert mouth gently engulfed him and covered him in saliva. She got the other ball, too, and let me tell you, this was one of those things that I was going to have my wife do in the future.