Navy Wife Serves Black by TJ Ryder ( part 1 of 2)
I believe this is it.
Navy Wife Serves Black by TJ Ryder
Navy Wife Serves Black
Very few people who walked by the Afro American USO club would recognise the Mercedes parked in the alley behind the notorious interracial-slut-meeting place. Only the neighbors of Admiral Horndley would, because it was his private car, not the jeep he took into the huge Naval base every day.
Even if they did recognize the car, nobody would think that the Admiral was sitting inside it for the past 2 hours hidden behind the deeply tinted windows, thinking of what his young wife Carla was doing inside as a USO hostess, with her latest understudy, the beautiful young wife of a new ensign.
'Yet,' he thought ruefully, sitting impatiently and with growing discomfort in the front seat, 'that is exactly what I'm doing.'
His wife had commanded him to wait for her over two hours ago, when she said she would probably not be too long, and to think of what she would be doing inside. To help him, she fixed him so his hands were cuffed behind his back, and his pants and underpants were around his ankles, and he couldn't relax back in the seat because she had tied a cord from his scrotum sack to the wheel. Still, despite the uncomfortable position, he could hear the laughter and squeals of delight inside the gaudy business, and his erect penis continued to drip strings of precum, because his luscious wife was right. It was impossible not to think of what she was doing with big black sailors inside. It was difficult to think of anything else, as white wife after wife used the side of the car to hump their black masters, one doing it while her smooth buttocks were pressed against the tinted glass. Finally, he heard a club door open, and straining to look in the rear view mirror, a long lingering kiss as a white shapely body melted with that of a huge ebony giant, still fondling the firm cheeks he had intimate knowledge of that night, giggling goodbyes as tongues fenced, and a lovely young woman finally approaching the drivers side, fumbling with the car keys to unlock the door.
"Well," he sputtered, "you promised to make it an early night, and you know I have papers to..." he stopped, as he saw it was not his wife, but the ensign's wife, who smiled and slid into the passenger's seat.
"Oh, um, Mrs Pudwell, I thought you were my wife."
She smiled, her lovely body showing the typical signs of the heavy lovemaking he was used to seeing on his wife, "I know Admiral, Carla suggested we switch rides home tonight, she's getting a ride from my Harold when he comes by later." Reaching over, giggling at his condition and making him blush, she unlocked his cuffs with the key Carla gave her.
"I think you know where we live, could you please drive me home?"
"Oh, all right, I suppose," he thought. Reaching down, he looked at her and explained as he was untying his scrotum leash that he couldn't drive that way, not sure what his wife gave her for instructions. Twice before she had been present when his wife disciplined him, and several times when she had made him grovel and kiss their feet. Swallowing, he decided on a little test of the waters as he started the engine.
Looking down at his nakedness, and his pants around his ankles, as Bambi Pudwell was turning the mirror and touching up her makeup, "Um, perhaps I should pull my pants and shorts up before we get on the road?"
Looking sideways at him, she giggled, "if you want to, Admiral, but I think you look cute that way." He sighed and managed to drive off, looking sideways at her body, her low cut top with one torn strap almost ******** one distended brown nipple, several light love bites on her neck and breasts, and the unmistakable so familiar scent of lust, male semen and female cumjuice. He knew she must be wearing a cuntplug, which his wife always used, and most of the white negro-loving sluts who went there used. Inhaling her scent as she primped up, he was sorry she opened the window, replacing the rich musky smell with the sweet night ocean air.
"Anyway," she said, "I did want to ask a favor, Admiral. That's why Carla suggested we switch. I met a wonderful young man tonight, a Titus Jefferson. Do you know him?"
The admiral was about to say he didn't know much of anyone below the rank of captain, let alone some young black deckape. "Um no," he said, "I don't recognise the name."
"Oh," Bambi gushed, "oh, he's just wonderful, so huge and massive, yet so sweet. We had a wonderful time tonight."
"Um, that's nice," he said, hardening involuntarily.
"Anyway, he tells me he's one of triplets, can you imagine? And he knows his brothers would love to share me with him. I've never done triplets. And the best news is they all joined the service together. All I need is to get them scheduled to have leave at the same time. I'm sure you can handle that for me, please, Admiral?"
He was pulling in her driveway at the modest complex reserved for junior officers' and families, as he tried to answer the request. With the engine still idling, he slipped it into park and smiled hopefully.
"Um, Mrs Pudwell," he tried to be official, yet conscious of his erect naked penis, pants around his ankles, and he couldn't help gazing at her full breasts, "It's probably for their own benefit they're on different schedules, probably on different ships."
He saw her smile fade a little and hastily continued, "Ever since World War II they put brothers in different locations so they wouldn't all be killed, its a policy now."
Bambi's full ripe lips curled down in disappointment.
"And," he said, "Even if I wanted to, the paperwork would be enormous, to even justify the request would take my staff a week."
"Tsk," Bambi sighed, "Carla did say you might be difficult, and did I forget to mention that she gave me instructions to do a discipline session when you drove me home?"
"Um, no, I mean I didn't know that, but you see, that has really has nothing to do with the regulations, there's nothing I can do. I mean my hands are tied."
"Mmmm, hummm," Bambi said. "All right, Admiral we'll talk about that later. Carla told me how she wanted it done, so please turn and put your wrists behind your back so I can put the cuffs back on."
