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Chapter 29 Cory Comes Clean

      It was almost a month before Corrine confessed Megan and she reduced their rail time from an hour to thirty minutes by agreeing to meet Ray, the Head Overseer, at the Longwood Motel later the following week.  We were at dinner in our favorite restaurant when she confessed.  I was surprised my usually honest wife had not told me about it.

     We’d both consumed three martinis after an excellent meal and were feeling pretty mellow.  The coming Saturday was to be our second attendance at Club BM&WS and we were looking forward to it.   The topic of conversation got around to how much we enjoyed the club and how it had filled the void in our sex life left by the death of Al Quarles.  Corrine decided to get something off her conscience after I provided a segway.

     “I just hope neither of us has to ride the rail this time,” I said laughingly.  I felt guilty about the amount of pain Corrine experienced compared to me.  Except for a couple of brief interludes, I’d experienced anything but pain.  Left unspoken was how much Corrine’s masochistic side loved the pain, at least most of it.

     “There’s something I need to tell you about when Megan and I took our ride,” said Corrine after polishing off her third vodka martini straight up.

     “You told me all about it when we were in the shower with Steve and Anita.  Remember,” I said picturing her and Megan on top the rail screaming their lungs out.  In spite of the booze, my cock twitched at the mental image.

     “I told you Ray made us ride the rail thirty minutes,” said Corrine.

      The martinis made me attempt to be witty.  “Yes, you and Megan, together, back to back, butt to butt, a cock hardening sight even though I feel your pain.  I’d love to have the whole episode on video to whack off to.”

     “He originally told us we’d ride for an hour,” said Corrine sounding very serious.

     “Well, I’m glad he changed his mind,” I said switching my voice and demeanor to concerned.  I’ve learned to be more sensitive as I’ve gotten older.  Knowing when to flip from witty and teasing to concerned and sympathetic is the key to a successful marriage and a winning strategy for avoiding arguments.

     “He didn’t change his mind.  He offered to take us off after thirty minutes if we agreed to meet him the following Wednesday at the Longwood,” said Corrine.

     “Oh,” I said.   Isn’t Wednesday the day you normally visit your Mom?  Normally, Wednesday afternoon, Corrine goes to the assisted living home where her mother lives.

     “That was a lie.  Megan and I spent the afternoon servicing Ray and members of his National Guard Military Police unit,” said Corrine.

      “You weren’t at the eldercare home,” I asked more than a little surprised.  As I’ve said before, Corrine was usually a relentlessly honest person.  However, post Al Quarles, I realized things had changed.  I kept waiting for her to tell me about Scott and Nadine Reynolds but the subject never came up.  Even though I knew having sex with the two of them was the precursor to our joining Club BM&WS. 

     “No, say you forgive me for lying.  I feel terrible about it.  I promise I will never lie again,” said Corrine.

      She’d asked my forgiveness and I graciously issued one full measure of absolution with a minor qualification.

      “Of course I forgive you, but in the future we need to keep each other informed,” I said.   “In case of emergency I need to be able to get in touch with you.” 

     The ethics of the situation were not exactly straightforward.  I could fault Corrine for not telling me about it but not for participating.  When we first joined Club BM&WS, we promised we would not have secrets about our sex lives.  We both realized the likelihood we would be asked to meet other members outside the monthly meetings.  We’d decided the two of us had to agree even if only one was involved. 

        On the other hand, I couldn’t fault her for having sex with Ray and his unit since it resulted from our joining the club.  Club BM&WS was an outgrowth of our porn-making roles for Al Quarles that in turn sprang from my losing my shirt to gamblers.  I was the root cause of what happened to Corrine. 

     My wife had become a fluffer at my urgent request.  She’d sacrificed her morals to save my balls.  I’d agreed never to criticize her for what that made her.  I had stared into the abyss and the abyss had paid me back by turning my wife into a whore with an insatiable desire for Afro-American dick accompanied by sadistic treatment.

       I reconciled myself to the situation by finding consolation in banging all the hot black couples who happened my way.  That was turning out to a large number and I was having a great time.  Corrine wasn’t the only one who paid dues to Nietzsche.  I’d changed from a normal heterosexual into a bisexual tyro with a taste for domination and kinky sex.

     “So how was it,” I asked after emphasizing how important it was we be totally honest with one another in the future?

      “They were almost all black so Megan and I managed to get off on it in spite of the smell of cigars and cheap beer,” said Corrine.

     “How many were there,” I asked?  I should confess I had developed quite a taste for listening to my wife describe having sex with others.

      “A least a dozen, I heard him tell one of the other sergeants he made over six hundred dollars,” said Corrine.

      “He charged them money,” I asked feeling my cock stir at the thought of my wife servicing black men for money?  That was a new twist.  I recalled Megan’s good looks and that added to my lust.

      “Fifty each, Megan said it made us both prostitutes since he pimped us,” said Corrine looking a little upset at being considered a pro.  For some reason, I sensed it was an act.  She didn’t mind Ray selling her ass. 

      “So why didn’t you tell me earlier,” I asked.  “I would have understood.  I’d screw Ray and his buddies to stay off the rail.”  I was being honest.  From everything I’d heard, the rail was to be avoided at all costs. 

     “I was so embarrassed I couldn’t withstand the whole hour on the rail.  I felt like such a wuss,” said Corrine.  “But Megan was talking about killing herself and how she couldn’t stand another minute.  You wouldn’t believe how loud she can scream.  So when Ray asked if we wanted a parole for a little quid pro quo, she jumped at the chance and I went along.”

     “So tell me all about it,” I said while signaling our waiter for another round.  Three was normally our limit.  At the moment, I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted to hear more.

     “That Wednesday I met Megan in the Wal-Mart parking lot around eleven.  She drove.  We got there right at lunchtime.  At first, it was just Ray and his buddy Don.  They’re both Master Sergeants.”

     “Were they in uniform,” I asked?  Somehow that mattered.

     “Yes, they had just come from a parade formation so they were dressed in full uniform as MPs.  They looked very martial.  They both saw action in the Middle East and have a chest full of medals.”

     I asked, “Did that turn you on?”

     “Yes, very much so.  I took one look at those two black warriors in full mufti and my pussy got wet,” said Corrine accepting the idea I wanted to know everything because it made my dick hard and that meant she would get fucked when we got home.  I felt something press against my crotch.  When I looked down, there was her stocking clad toe nuzzling my cock.

     “What were you wearing,” I asked slipping my foot out of my loafer.  Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t crowded and no one was seated nearby.  My toes found a home in her panty-covered crotch where they detected warmth and moisture.  Corrine slipped down to increase the contact.

     “Ray insisted we look slutty so it was one of my fluffer outfits: hose, thong, garter belt, and a demi bra.  It was the blue one Morgan liked.”

     She’d bought it a local outlet store and it screamed poor white trailer trash.  The crotch of the thong rested between her labia providing a teal blue strip barely covering her opening.  It was the style of thong you see in porn films where the actress pulls it aside when the sex gets serious. 

     “Well, look at that, Tom,” said Morgan showing me how Corrine had wet the crotch of her panty after she had greeted him by throwing herself into his arm for some serious face sucking.  He slipped his fingers under the material coating them with her secretions then held them up for me to see.     

     There was also the memory of a wild almost out of control Corrine straddling Morgan with his cock buried in her pussy.  I remember her taking his wet penis out of her vagina and holding it toward me, saying, “Suck it, Tom.  Show Morgan how much you love the taste of black dick.”  And I did love sucking it.  I can still recall the way he tasted.

     At the mention of Morgan’s name, my penis perked its ears up and threw in a question.  “What was Megan wearing?”

     “Green bustier that really showed off her breasts.  Her hose were stay ups and she had on a thong to start.  She is such a beautiful girl and so sensual.   I love the way she kisses.”

     “So how did things get started,” I asked?

     “They watched us make out as we undressed one another.  After we were down to our underwear, they told us to get on the bed and eat each other’s pussy.  Megan is very bi and we got each other off in practically no time.”

     “What were Ray and Don doing?”

     “Jerking their cocks, they’re both hung.  Don has one of those rings in his cockhead.  I’d never seen that before.”

     “A Prince Albert,” I asked?

     “I don’t know what he calls it.  It goes through the pee hole and out the bottom and there are two round balls on each end.  It felt great inside me,” said Corrine pressing her toes against my crotch as Mario delivered our drinks.

     “Thanks Mario,” I said pushing my big toe into her opening.  I waited until he left before I spoke.  “Keep talking.  I love listening to you describing your adventures.”

     “After we girls climaxed, they made us undress them.  I took Ray’s uniform off while Megan undressed Don.  They’re both ripped.  I traced the veins in Ray’s arms with my tongue,” said Corrine.

     “I bet you sucked their cocks next.”

     “Yes, and that part was a little different.  Picture Ray’s head at the top of the bed and Don’s at the foot.  They’re lying in their backs scooted together so their balls were touching, literally butt to butt.  I guess barracks life gets you use to being close,” said Corrine.

      “So you could hold both cocks in one hand,” I said placing my hand on Corrine’s as I pictured two black penises wrapped in her fingers.

     “If you had a large hand with very long fingers.  Megan and I got on opposite sides and starting giving them head.  Our faces were side by side.  Ever so often, we’d stop and kiss.  Or we’d switch.  I got off kissing her because I could taste and smell cock on her lips,” said Corrine.

     “So it was hot,” I asked?

     “Oh God, yes, we started talking about how great it was on the ride back and we got so worked up, we stopped by her house and made love.  She has a new model strapon I want you to buy me for my birthday.”

     “Ray and Don liked the way you were sucking them,” I asked?

     “Yes, they began to finger fuck us.  Don stuck two fingers in my cunt and his thumb in my ass.  I couldn’t stop coming.”

      “And Megan,” I asked?

      “Definitely multi-orgasmic.  They put us on top facing each other so we could kiss and play with each other’s titties while we rode their cocks,” said Corrine.

      “Where did Ray deposit his load,” I asked.

      “In my hot wet pussy, that was overjoyed to accept it.  That’s when the other MPs showed up.”

      “How many,” I asked?

      “Twelve, no fourteen, two came later,” said Corrine.  “Every one except two, black and beautiful.”

      “And you fucked them all,” I asked?

      “Like a bitch in heat, I did singles, double, and triples. Some of them wanted anal.”

      “Did Megan do anal?”  It was a dumb question; but I wanted to hear the answer.   White women do weren’t into having their rectum filled didn’t make it in the club’s back door.

      “God yes, she loves to be fucked in the ass.  She said she would screw you Saturday if she gets a chance.  I’m going to do Phil again,” said Corrine.  “We might go out to dinner with them if we can’t get together Saturday.  That is if you don’t mind.”

     “Dinner would be fine.  Does Megan work,” I asked?

     “Yes, Network Administrator, but she works only three days a week,” said Corrine.

     “So what was it like,” I asked?

     “Intense, busy, rough, you know how black men can get with white women, especially housewives from the burbs with big homes and husbands who make more in a month than an MP makes in a year,” said Corrine.  “They took out their racial frustrations on us and we loved it.” 

     “I know but tell me about it.”

     “After they’d fucked us once, they played games with us,” said Corrine working my cock with her toes.

     “What kind of games,” I asked fucking her pussy with my big toe?

     “They called it smurfing.  It means forcing your cock down a white female’s throat until she turns blue.  It never really got that far but we would be gasping for air and spitting up saliva when they pulled out.  My throat was raw when it was over.  They kept spitting in our mouths.”

     “Lots of titty play?’

     “Oh yeah, especially when the guy was smurfing you.  My nipples were sore as boils the next day,” said Corrine.

     “Did you get off on it,” I asked.  I was certainly getting off hearing about it.

     “Yeah, it was great.  You know what a masochist I’ve become.  I kept challenging them to fuck me harder,” said Corrine.  “There’s one more thing I should mention.”

     “What’s that,” I asked pulsing my big toe into her pussy.

     “After everyone left, Ray told us we were paying for the room by screwing the desk clerk.”

     “So he pimped you again.  What was the room clerk like?”

     “Skinny white college boy with long stringy hair and pimples,” said Corrine.  “He had to be twenty at best.”

     “A turn off,” I said.

     “Not really, he had a nice cock and was sort of in awe of us.  He kept calling us Ma’am.  We attacked him like two whores in heat which is what I suppose we were or are.”

     “He must have been thrilled out of his mind,” I said.

     “He said I was the first woman to stick my finger in his asshole and massage his prostate.  I took his anal virginity.”

     “What else did you do to him?”

     “What didn’t we do would be more accurate?  We sucked him, ate his ass, made him eat our pussy, and fuck us.  We got him to come three times.  He practically crawled out of the room when we finished.”

     “So how many times did they come inside you,” I asked realizing I had missed out on a spectacular crème pie opportunity?

     “Some guys twice, other’s three,” said Corrine.  “I took a couple of facials, too.”

     “So you walked away with over twenty loads of black jism in your holes,” I said.

     “Megan and I were leaking when it was over.  We decided to skip showering at the motel and drive back the way we were.”

     “In your undies,” I asked?

     “Yeah, Megan is an exhibitionist.  So is Phil her husband.  They like to drive around the city naked flashing the respectable folks.”

     “So did anyone see you two driving back,” I asked?

     “Just a couple of truckers, it was getting dark,” said Corrine.

     “Was there a finale?”

     “Yes, sort of, we took a shower together at her place.  While we were getting it on, Phil came in from work and joined us.  He fucked me while Megan jerked off,” said Corrine.

     “Sounds like you had a very busy day.”

     “And I should have shared it with you.  That won’t happen again.  I promise. Next time, I’ll come straight home so you can do your thing,” said Corrine.

     “Oh, there’s going to be a next time,” I asked realizing I had reached the point Corrine was driving at from the beginning.

     “They’re having a retirement part for Don next month.  His twenty are up.   I want your permission to go,” said Corrine.

     “At the Longwood,” I asked not wanting to make things too easy?

     “No, at the NCO club at Fort Riggins.”

     “Will Megan be there,” I asked?

     “Yes, and so will Phil.  Ray said there will be some reservists present who are ‘don’t ask and don’t tell’ soldiers.  He said you and Phil could come and service them.  Gay solders use the back room and there will be some bisexual couples present.  He guarantees you won’t be spending any time on the rail if you do.”

    “Count me in,” I said signaling the waiter for the check.