A Firemans Wife Pt 01

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Author's Note: Everyone in this story is a figment of my imagination and even in my head as they get fucked, they are eighteen or much older. I've mentioned this before but my characters drive the story, their thoughts, words take the story where it goes. I try to evoke great writer's approach like Faulkner, Kerouac, Kesey and Hunter S. Thompson. I have no pretense as to my success. I detest anonymous trolls and block them. Named jerks are gone too. This story touches on aspects of Group Sex, Loving wives, lesbian sex, interracial sex and lastly Romantic Love. Not your thing move on. Save us all some grief.

Everybody fucking in this story is eighteen.

Jeff was a Lieutenant in the Bremerton Fire Department and was twenty nine years old, having joined the department just out of high school. His dad and grandfather and uncles all members or were before their death. His grandfather had died due to smoke inhalation on a waterfront fire before he was born. Needless to say it was a family thing to do.

Sherry his wife of seven years was twenty six years old and they had three girls and a son. Her dad was the best friend of Jeff's dad and on a summer picnic when she was eighteen, Jeff fucked her brains out from behind while she grabbed a tree in Illahee state park, her EE-Cup titties swaying and bouncing as Jeff who was hung like a donkey and blew through her cervix like a battering ram and she was pregnant with Jeff Junior.

Sherry had been on the rhythm method her whole senior year having fucked dozens of kids in her class as well as some of Jeff's uncles and other random firemen. Jeff had red hair and she was nervous as all get out that the child was not his. Two of her fuck buddies were Latino and two were black.

She lucked out and was all in on being Jeff's wife and Jeff junior's mom. Their youngest was now two Alicia and the twins Bella and Toni.

They lived in a small home owned by Jeff's uncle. Originally a three bedroom, they were able to get a permit and Jeff and his uncle added another room and bathroom. Jeff's uncle had to take out a fifty thousand dollar remodel loan from a mortgage broker at ten percent. The payment was six hundred dollars a month.

With the increased insurance and the underlying mortgage of two thousand two hundred dollars the rent was now three thousand dollars Jeff's monthly gross salary was five thousand dollars and after withholding they netted three thousand seven hundred dollars.

Wednesday Morning ten in the morning:

Sherry knew she had to help and daily searched online for the Kitsap Sun paper for a job and also the Seattle Times, the paper covering the city of three million (including its suburbs) and she was desperate to help. Bremerton had forty four thousand people.

Almost immediately Sherry responded to an ad for receptionist at a company called BobbyMore dot com sending her resume without much substance but correctly formatted with her picture in the left corner. The picture showed her to be a stone cold fox with natural dick sucking lips and beautiful blue eyes with dirty blonde hair in a ponytail with a nose ring and three hoop earrings.

She received a call at ten thirty, in the morning, from a young woman asking if she was Sherry Ericksen.

Sherry said, "I am Sherry, can I help you?"

The woman gave out a baby grunt and said, "Mr. Moore, wants you to come in for an interview tomorrow at eleven. Is that possible? Uhh uhh."

Sherry composed herself, the grunts striking her deep consciousness and said, "Of course I can."

The woman softly moaned, "Wonderfuuuuuulll, see you then, "as she came hard on Bobby's dick.

Sherry was so excited to tell Jeff. He was finishing a two day shift and would not be home before she was on the ferry to Seattle, so she texted him and told him that she had a job interview in Seattle at eleven and had to catch an earlier boat.

Jeff had a bad night, what had started as a fire ironically in a dilapidated building owned by a ninety five year old, retired Seattle fire fighter caught fire and adjacent homes were immediately engulfed, and within minutes the whole block was an inferno. The heat was too much for the firefighters to get close, almost every station in the town was called out.

They fought to make sure the fire did not jump the adjacent streets to other blocks. Cars exploded. The death toll would take investigators to suss it out. Jeff thought it was almost certainly arson. He had warned about the dilapidated old building, but the city of Bremerton building department defined corruption.

Thursday Eleven in the morning:

None of the firefighters died, bureau of Alcohol Fire and Tobacco men were already crawling the scene. The rapidity of the escalation of the fire and it's heat hinted at exhilarants. Jeff was bone crushing tired. It was eleven in the morning and he had hours to fill out reports. First he checked on the fifty guys and the various rigs before he could deal with reports.

Sherry's face was flushed as the woman said that the receptionist duties were for a firm, and described that BobbyMore dot com made its money making porno movies, some fifty scenes a week as well as call outs for investor parties. Their focus was twofold, cuckold movies featuring young black males hung like donkeys fucking older white women who were mothers with an extra twenty pounds or so.

They had a growing new business of the same women who'd been stretched out after a couple of weeks of scenes and they'd have young white street girl addicts that would fuck the shit out of the women for a fix.

Either way the white women went home bow legged and would slide into escort work. The woman went on, "Sherry would handle the phone calls for Bobby and call out for performers, as needed. Some memos for Bobby, letters too, some spreadsheets that the accounting firm used.

Call out for take out for the performers as they worked up an appetite fucking all morning. Oh and to keep up to date records on tests for STDs as it was industry standards requiring monthly certified tests."

During all of this explanation, Sherry was mesmerized by several things. The woman had a top ponytail of red hair, perfectly alabaster skin with a light dusting of freckles on her face and across her gorgeous, soft, jiggly tits. She was wearing a tiny lime green bikini with a two inch or so square patch of cloth that while covering her nipples failed to cover most of her pink areola.

She would pause as she talked to touch her lips with this oh so sexy tongue touch her lips, hinting that it was certainly the longest tongue Sherry had ever seen. Sherry had kissed a young nun when she was first pregnant which was an incredible moment, but right here and now Sherry wanted her to take her, and had started with out noticing it to bite her lips and her thighs were clinching.

The woman said, "Oh by the way, I'm Cheyenne, pleased to meet you," reaching out to shake Sherry's hand displaying impossibly long fingernails with lilac nail polish.

Sherry blurted, "Cheyenne you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You smell so good, what are you wearing?"

Cheyenne crinkled her nose and smiled back at Sherry, "I did two scenes this morning with two of the MILF cows and that is Eau de cunt, " sticking out the longest tongue Sherry had ever seen.

Sherry had now, started to disassociate from her current life as mother and wife and blurted, "Please dear God, fuck me, I want you so bad, I'm so wet for you."

Cheyenne leaned towards Sherry and slapped her silly, first with a normal slap and then a backhand, causing Sherry to immediately hold her cheeks with both her hands and her eyes opening wide and start crying her heart out. Nobody had ever refused to fuck Sherry and she'd never had to deal with such rejection.

Cheyenne was wearing five inch stilettoes which made her six foot three as she stood up. She yanked at Sherry's hand and pulled her over Cheyenne's desk and started to swat Sherry's ass over and over again. The sobs turned into shrieks of pain and Cheyenne finally said, "Get down there and fix your makeup you fat pig."

Once she was inside the bathroom, Cheyenne chuckled, this was going down exactly as Bobby predicted.

Thursday afternoon two o'clock:

Sherry scrubbed her face and reapplied some light makeup and then rushed out to Cheyenne's desk. Standing next to Cheyenne's desk was this light skinned black man with freckles across his face. Sherry knew she belonged to him.

Bobby watched the stone cold MILF who would be his bitch very soon. He thought this was like catching a big salmon. He had to be aware that she might take a run at him so she could break the line. He had to keep pressure on the line.

He noticed the cheap outfit and he immediately turned his card over. He pulled a fat wad of bills and pulled out twenty, one hundred dollar bills and talking only to Cheyenne said, "People doing my bidness here, get her some clothes for fuck's sake, " pausing he peeled off another two thousand dollars and said, "shoes too, got it?"

Turning to walk towards the studios where faint cries of "Sweet Jesus, Daddy breed your bitch, came from multiple studios." He turned and stared at Sherry and then walked back to her and stood and twirled his fingers and she spun around, then held his hand up for her to stop and he walked around her and he could smell her cunt and he had her near the boat, but the net was not ready.

He turned to Cheyenne and said to her, "Nail extensions, too small chinos, perfume, wax, Botox for her lips," motioned for Cheyenne to come to him and, "Baby girl, Cheyenne is going to unzip your dress, so we can make some decisions, okay?"

Sherry nodded, her body was involuntarily reacting, thighs were clinching and her breathing was jagged and she could see the outline of his very long dick, down his leg and she saw it twitch and she moaned as her dress slid to the floor. Bobby stood in front of Sherry. He reached out and amazed at her thick brown nipples and softly rolled one then the other around and then pulled them out and stretched them both. Sherry after about thirty seconds had a monstrous orgasm, squirting all over Bobby's five hundred dollar slacks.

He watched her collect herself. "Here's what I think, Baby we need to pierce these sweet nipples, titanium bar with a sapphire on each end, couple of lip rings, nose ring, eyebrow, oh and sapphire in your tongue, help you get your girl-girls off fast."

He went on, "Baby what size are your tiddies?"

"Thirty six EE-Cup, Daddy."

Without asking Sherry, "Cheyenne baby, get her into the surgeon for double GG-Cups. Change her diet too, her booty most def needs to plump up.

Sherry texted Jeff and said that the company had an event in Las Vegas for two weeks and she was headed out on the firm's private jet and she would be in touch.

She turned her phone off and continued with the shopping spree with Cheyenne.

Thursday evening nine thirty:

Jeff's fatigue was such that an investigator noted him sitting on the ground leaned up against a rig with his head bent over, forehead resting against his forearm. The investigator caught the eye of a paramedic and pointed him towards Jeff.

The paramedic bent over Jeff and raised his eye lids and Jeff was not asleep but unconscious and immediately felt for his pulse and there was a faint, ragged one.

Speaking into his com-unit on his shoulder and called for an aid car, "Lieutenant Ericksen down."

Jeff was in trouble, the monitor in the aid car, showed that his heartbeat was erratic and the com's coming from the new hospital in Silverdale, just to the North of the scene asked for descriptions of his size and condition. They had him on oxygen. It took the Aid car eleven minutes to get to the hospital's emergency entrance and they cut off his bunker gear, and took off the oxygen tank which was near empty.

The preliminary diagnosis was that Jeff had slipped into atrial fibrillation or AFib, which depending on the severity there were various solutions. Jeff was dehydrated and he was intubated in the ER and hooked up with oxygen and strapped into the elevated bed.

Friday Morning four o'clock:

Cheyenne was behind Sherry on the bed in Cheyenne's condo, Sherry's ass was up in air and her face was sideways on the sheet, her eyes closed and lipstick smeared on the visible side of her face. Cheyenne's right fist was buried up to her forearm in Sherry's ass, while Cheyenne's left hand reached around and was strumming Sherry's clit.

Bobby, earlier in the day after pulling on Sherry's tiddies had buried his eleven inch, wickedly thick dick into her sopping wet cunt and he planted his flag deep into her womb for twenty five minutes, as she locked her heels behind his neck. Cheyenne leaned in and pulled on Sherry's now bruised tiddies.

Sherry screamed, "Daddy, I love youuuuuu!"

Sherry would not have cared, if she'd thought of it, but it was highly probably she was now pregnant. If she thought of it she would have felt joy as it would cement their relationship, or so she thought, or would have thought if one of the young black dude with a huge dick, fourteen inches now pushed his dick into Sherry's open mouth and it went straight down into Sherry's throat. Jeff's nice thick eight inches had long ago eradicated her gag reflex.

This was a pleasant surprise as Sherry loved being face fucked and she actively went into breathing through her nose mode. She could tell he was about to nut within a few minutes, she could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose, she tapped his legs and he pulled out and she said, "Daddy please cum in my mouth, nigger cum is sweet."

His name was Hakeem and when he nutted, with a bellow, Bobby put enough jizz in her womb for triplets and Sherry went multi-orgasmic.

End A Fireman's Wife. Part one.

Coming soon: Sherry is a divorced women and number one with a bullet with her dozen Hot Wife scenes, and her black on white lesbian scenes with Cheyenne. Pregnant porn scenes too with Bobby? Maybe.