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Thursday
I couldn’t see Maggie on Thursday as we had to cram for our class project. When I called in the evening she did play-complain about not being able to sit all day. Then she surprised me.
“Why don’t I pick up you and your spy-friend and we’ll go over to Cheryl’s place tomorrow.”
“Cheryl from the restaurant? Wow.”
“Yeah, we’ve been talking. I can pretty much guarantee your friend will get laid as long as he doesn’t look like Lon Chaney. What does he look like?”
“Lon Chaney, Junior.”
“Bring some Wild Turkey, then.”
Friday
Don was so excited about getting laid, and by a woman, no less. But I kept him under control and we managed to evade the other guys for Maggie to pick us up. Don was very impressed when he saw Maggie, giving me the thumbs up from the back seat.
We got to Cheryl’s place and it was pretty swingin’. A three story complex, there seemed to be a couple parties going on each floor. Blue Moon and Runaway we’re competing on the first, Elvis and Roy Orbison clashed on the second, and Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow dominated the third floor, our destination.
Cheryl let us in and gave Maggie a big hug and kiss on the lips, and then gave me a kiss on the lips, too. Her voluptuous chest rubbed up against me and she gave my butt a squeeze.
“Hey!” Don joked. “I thought I was getting a girl?”
Cheryl kissed him hello next and we ambled into the mini-kitchen to make some drinks. Her place was larger and better decorated than Maggie’s, waitressing seemed to be paying off for her. And, I was glad to see it had a bedroom. Maggie just had the studio, which could be a little tight for two couples.
I got to pouring the Wild Turkey in some shot glasses, telling the girls this is the Navy Way and we must uphold tradition. After the second shot I allowed soda and ice to be used for a more formal cocktail.
Don was Mister Smooth, far smoother than I remembered from when we assaulted the Philippines. He started regaling Cheryl with some story how he saved Westinghouse (the makers of the new radar we learned about) millions of dollars… anyway he eased Cheryl over to the couch.
Maggie caught my eye and tilted her head towards the bedroom. I took her hand and we slid past the animated couple. We shut the door behind us.
“Cheryl said we could. This way she can get rid of Don if she doesn’t like him.”
I wrapped my arms around my woman.
My woman. It seemed so strange to think like that. But she was mine.
We melted together, slowly dancing to the sounds of Sinatra’s Come Fly With Me, a hit from a couple years before.
“I love flying with you, Johnny.” Mags got a little emotional and hugged me tighter. I sniffed a little, too, as we held each other on our last night. We didn’t want to talk about the future as we both knew there wasn’t one for us. But we also knew there could’ve been one, under other circumstances.
I unzipped her dress, she stepped out of it to reveal her naked body underneath.
“I didn’t want to waste any time,” she explained. She turned around and leaned over on the bed, her legs spread open wide.
“Hey, wild man. Are you going to fuck me like your whore again?”
I got undressed as fast as I could. “Yes, I’m also going to fuck you like my lover. Because that’s what you are, my love-whore.”
I stopped for a moment to take in her natural beauty, to enjoy her open sexuality, and to give my cock those three extra seconds to get fully hard.
I came up behind her, my cock resting right against her slick sex. My hands went around her waist and I pulled her back up to standing, but still facing away from me. My hands roamed all over her soft skin. I kissed her neck as I clutched her breasts, rubbed her tummy, cupped her sex. Her hands reached back and held my head as she mewled and moaned in raw sexual abandon.
I eased her down onto the bed, making some tactical choices like grabbing a pillow to stick under her pelvis and another one for her to scream into. I dipped the head of my cock into her honey pot and slid it up and down, back and forth on her pussy and even up to her delightful little asshole.
She cooed as I pushed there just a little bit, then brought my steel hard cock to her dripping opening. Really, juice trickled down her right leg. I pushed inside an inch or so, then deeper, and deeper still as I opened her up.
“Daddy, you fill me up like nobody else.” She sighed, contented and fulfilled. I picked up the speed a little to jar her out of her little trance. My cock began slamming into her pussy, she grabbed the pillow and moaned into it.
“Yes Johnny… yes… yes… fuck your cunt, Daddy… fuck me good…”
Wow. People didn’t say cunt very much back then. Especially women. The sound of that word drove me into a frenzy. I laid on top of her so I could fuck her right into the floor through the mattress. My entire body weight drove my cock into her cunt at a blistering pace.
She was climbing and I was too. We didn’t have to verbalize by this point, we could feel it in each other’s body. I grabbed her hand and brought it to her puss so we could both get her off. In moments, her body froze, then her pussy convulsed rapidly in orgasm.
I didn’t hear the bedroom door open, but the next thing I know is, right as I’m pulling out and grabbing my cock to ejaculate, Cheryl is standing next to the bed. Topless, just in her skirt, she smiles as she watches me cum. My first shot of sperm fired up Maggie’s back, with six or seven long ropes firing out after that.
“Sorry, good timing, huh?” Cheryl giggled. “I just needed to get some condoms.” She fished around in the nightstand drawer and pulled out a couple.
She glanced back at the door, then whispered, “Let me help you with that.” She set the condoms down and proceeded to scoop my cum up from Maggie’s back, gathering it all in her right hand. She held her hand to Maggie’s mouth and Mags licked and slurped it from her fingers and palm.
“Your boy is a kinky one,” Cheryl commented, referring to Don. “I think he bats for both teams, he will probably like this.” She rubbed the remnants of my cum into her own breasts.
Maggie rolled over to kiss me as Cheryl shut the door behind her. She had bits of my cum on her cheek and lips, which I greedily licked and shared with her. We clung to each other as we lay side by side, our bodies and limbs interlocked.
“Imagine… if you stayed,” she whispered.
I couldn’t answer. My throat went dry and clenched up. We both knew that was impossible, my career, my life, and my wife lay in Georgia now.
“I could call her back in…” Maggie whispered.
“No, hon. I just want you.”
Today
I remember my reunion with Jeanine that Saturday so many years ago. She had dropped off little Caroline at a friend’s house and waited for me there at the base. She looked gloriously radiant, her face glowing in that way that pregnant mothers do.
We made love several times that day before we picked up Caroline. But I was careful not to introduce anything new I had done with Maggie. You don’t ever want to come home from a cruise or an absence and have new sex techniques you want to try!