This story, like too many others, is out of sequence. Blame that on sloppy record keeping. My journals were not dated and I sometimes get things out of sequence. This should rightfully be called 19A because itâs a continuation of 19, occurring just after I left for an overseas assignment once again. How do I remember these details? My wife taped each event and sent me tapes after each one. Where possible we sat down up to a year later and made additional notes together with the people described.. They usually got another chance at her as soon as they finished telling me the story. (They loved that, and being with her too)! By the way, this is a second Al, not Al Martin (fictitious name) who appeared in another story.
AL SCREWS MY WIFE (Ch. 19A)
It had only been a week before Linda called Al. She had delayed it as long as she could and her hormones were raging. Used to being fucked at least once a day, she found herself unable to concentrate. She knew she wanted a fuck, and Al had promised Earl that he would give her what she needed any time she needed it.
She hunted desperately for the phone number Earl had written. Finally, unable to remember anything other than his name, Al Cogburn, she called Grand Prairieâs information operator and got his phone number. She couldnât call it, she told herself, she just couldnât. It would be the first time that she had called another man and told him what she wanted. Regardless of her inner turmoil she found herself unable to resist. Hesitantly her fingers found the correct letter and number combinations until with one final touch of the keypad, she heard the phone at the other end beginning to ring. Slamming the handset down before Al could answer; she sat with her arms wrapped tightly around her body, shaking as she fought her need for a hard dick.
Her body betrayed her. The desperate need for sex took over and without further thought, she dialed Alâs number again. This time she let it ring until she heard his voice â soft and melodious. He had to say hello three times before she could respond, her voice shaking with anxiety.
âHello, Al, this is Linda,â she finally managed to stammer. âEarl told me to call you if I needed to talk to someone. Iâm so lonesome that I just had to call.â
âLinda, Iâm so glad you called. Yes, Earl and I talked and he told me that you might call when things were beginning to get tough. I know how you feel. I donât know how much he told you about me, but I lost my wife just a few years ago and it took me months before I could do anything but sit on the couch and cry like a baby, Is Earl being gone whatâs bothering you?â
The conversation went on for an hour as both Al and Linda got to know each other. Finally Al said, âLinda, the one thing I learned from my experience was that you should never be alone when you miss some one so badly. It helps to get out and see other people having fun. Do you have plans for tonight?â
âNo,â she answered hesitantly, thinking to herself ââwhat am I getting into?â
âGood, â he said. âGet dressed for some fun. Weâll go out to the Torch on West Davis for something to eat, then go dancing. How does that sound?â
âOkay,â Linda responded with a quavering voice.
âGood,â Al repeated. âIâll pick you up at six and weâll see if we canât chase those blues away.â
Linda thanked him, and told Al she would be ready. She gave him directions to the house and hung up when he said he had them straight.
Looking at the clock, she realized she had only an hour and a half to shower and get dressed. Going to her closet, she stood thinking about what to wear. She finally settled on a black dress Earl had had hand made for her when they were a last overseas together. It fit her perfectly, was âdressyâ but not too much so. Sighing, she took it from her closet then checked her lingerie drawer. She wasnât too sure how this meeting would go, but she knew that Earl would want her to wear something that was appealing to a man. The demi-bra in black he had also had made, French-cut panties to match and a garter belt to hold up the ânudeâ colored nylons were all that she needed.
As she showered, she felt the tingling of her body reminding her that she needed more than just a night of dining and dancing. Her nipples were standing high and proud. She considered shaving her pubic hair again, but running her hand over it, she could tell there was almost no stubble to be felt and only that thin strip Earl had insisted she leave, pointing to his source of delights. She shook her head and a smile crossed her face as she toweled herself dry. Just the thought of being âoutâ again had made her feel better.
Al was punctual to the minute. She heard the doorbell ring as she put the finishing touches on her hair, added a touch of perfume between her breasts, behind her ears and on her throat, then a dab in the bend of her arm. Hurrying to the door in her stocking feet, she opened it and saw Al for the first time. He looked exactly like his picture, tall, dark and handsome, with a tan from working outside the confines of his office.
She took the offered corsage, thanked him and asked him to give her a minute to finish dressing. Hurrying back to the bedroom, she slipped on her three inch black pumps, pinned the corsage on just over her left breast, and returned to the living room. Without thinking, she handed the keys to the house to Al as well as a lipstick, comb and small vial of perfume.
Realizing instantly that the habit she had of Earl carrying everything to prevent her from having to carry a purse might be out of order for Al, she laughed and apologized, hand out, ready to retrieve the articles.
âNo, Iâll be happy to carry them,â Al said. His eyes went shiny as he thought about how much like his wife Linda was, even to the buxom figure. âI always did for my wife too.â
Taking her arm, he led her to his car. Although a couple of years old, Linda could tell it was as well cared for as Al himself. He opened the door for her and handed her inside, catching a flash of white thigh and a good look at legs that were those of a dancer, long, lithe, and muscular. âThere isnât anything wrong with the rear view either,â he thought to himself as he went behind the car. It made him smile when he realized that before this night was over, he might be viewing those assets even more closely. A thought flashed through his mind of the many times he had wanted his wife to be in this same situation, alone with a man other than himself and free to enjoy whatever he had to offer. He knew immediately how lucky Earl was.
The meal was a success. Linda even found herself laughing at Alâs anecdotes. She found herself warming to his wry sense of humor. It didnât seem so bad that she knew he wanted to fuck her and, by making a call, she had told him without specifics that the chances were good.
She rode to the club he mentioned much closer to him than she had been on the way to the restaurant. She sighed and smiled to herself, relaxing as she found his arm over her shoulders while he drove. It felt good to be held close again. She began to think how all this had started just a couple of years ago and how easily she had been drawn in to Earlâs desire to see her having sex with other men. Mike, her first lover, had been easy for her. She realized that she truly loved her first extra marital lover. It might have been harder if he had not stayed in contact with her. She felt comforted by the fact that Mike was also in love with his wife and that there was no reason she had to choose between him and Earl. Mike had been very truthful from the start, telling her that as much as he felt for her, there was no chance he would leave his wife and children. It had mad it much easier for her to give herself to him and enjoy the times they were together. She still had a difficult time with the realization that Earl not only encouraged her to have sex with him, but had actually watched him fuck her that first night on the couch in their living room without ever telling her about it until months after the fact.
Tim had been just a fling. With the addition of alcohol and the nearness of him, it had been easy to succumb to his advances when she realized that his wife would be in our apartment fucking me. She smiled again as she realized how enjoyable it had been, leading to a second encounter before that month was out. That had been even better. With the initial nervousness gone, it had been very satisfying for both of them.
There had been others since. Quite a few now that she started thinking in terms of numbers. None had been quite the same and she realized now that each had added a quality to her life that she never dreamed would have been the result of her first lover.
Her reverie was overcome as Al pulled into the dark parking lot of a club notorious in Dallas for its reputation as a place where swingers gathered. It had never been raided, despite its reputation and Linda had to wonder why.
Wordlessly, Al got out of the car and came around to her side, opened the door and took her hand. He was rewarded with another flash of white thigh and a brief view of those hopelessly long legs he was hoping would be wound around him by the end of this night.
âIsnât this the ***** club,â Linda asked him as they walked around the side of the building and to the dark, setback entrance to the club.
âYesâ Al admitted, with a flash of white teeth. âHave you ever been here before?â
âNo, Earl always talked about us coming over here, but we didnât have the opportunity before he left.â
Alâs arm encircled her waist as he rang the bell for entrance. âJust relax, Linda. I promise I wonât let anything happen to you. The door opened and he and Linda stepped inside. The door closed behind them and they were greeted by a 30âish blonde woman in a skirt that barely covered the junction of her thighs. The top was even more scant, ending just barely over her nipples. A man as tall as Al could see those easily, and he was looking. She asked for his membership card and he produced it before leading them into the club through a second door.
Al caught my wife as she stumbled. The three step stairway was not illuminated and other than flashing disco lights, there were none.
âWhew,â Linda murmured, taking advantage of Alâs supporting arm. âI almost made a grand entrance.â
âItâs easy to do,â Al remarked over the sounds of a loud sound system that blocked out most conversation except that between two people very close to each other. They were led to a table that seated six. Various articles of clothing covered four of the chairs. Al seated Linda and sat beside her. They watched the couples on the miniscule dance floor moving about, although there was very little light.
âI didnât realize you had to be a member to come here,â Linda said questioningly.