This story is FANTASY. It's a slut wife story and if you do not like that genre, DON'T read it. If you ignore my warning and read it anyway,
please do NOT send me comments in which you: hope I contract AIDS and die; hope my husband kills me; hope my husband kills my fantasy lover; hope my husband kicks me to the curb; or hope my husband beats me. This is FICTION...and ALL wives fantasize about others...even yours.
I slowly pushed my cart down the aisles of the Base-Exchange (BX), not really shopping, just browsing a bit, checking out the kitchen gadgets and cookware to see if there was anything I just couldn't live without. I had just returned a vegetable peeler to its spot on the shelf, when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Dan looking over the sparse array of pot and pans the BX carried.
Quickly, I glanced down to check out my outfit. I was dressed in a simple khaki skirt, plain blue t-shirt, and slip-on sandals. I gave my self mental props for putting on make-up before leaving the house and for putting my hair into a high pony tail – I looked, at least, cute, and there was no way I wanted Dan to see me any other way.
Dan had been in Troy's, my husband, squadron for over four months now. Dan and Troy had been assigned together before and, for reasons of pure macho male BS, absolutely detested each other. Dan, while a first-rate pilot, had finished 2nd to Troy as F-16 top gun, the past two years, and during the years they were in the same unit, Dan always finished second or third to Troy in the end-of-year standings. Their dislike for each other had cooled with time and distance when they were at separate bases, but now that they were in the same squadron again, the rivalry had once again become heated.
Their rivalry had boiled over within weeks of Dan arriving at the base and I was the cause of it. We were at the Officer's 'Club one Friday night. The place was packed, and as usual, everyone was half trashed by 2100 (9 PM). I was sitting at a table with my two best friends, Amy and Beth who worked with me at the hospital, and another fighter pilot's wife, Angela.
While we four girls talked, laughed, and toasted the end of the work-week, I noticed that a handsome pilot that I'd never seen before kept looking over at me and smiling. Amy noticed too: "That guy keeps looking over here at you, Kath. I've never seen him here before, do you know him?" She inquired.
"Nope," I answered back. "Never seen him before, but he's got Stinger patch on his flight suit so he must be in Troy's squadron."
"Yeah, he is." Interjected Angela, "He got here about a month ago; he's Dan something or other...I wouldn't mind checking out his "stinger" any time!"
The four of us laughed riotously at Angela's pun and I quickly put the new pilot out of my mind. After all, I was sitting at a table with three other attractive young women, he was probably checking out all of us, not just me, wondering who was single and/or available.
About an hour later, it was my turn to buy the next round. A little unsteady from the several glasses of wine I had already consumed, I made my way to the crowded bar. "Four more white wines, Cliff, and don't be stingy," I said brightly to the good-natured bartender.
As Cliff poured the wine, and I was searching through my purse to find bills to pay for the drinks, a deep voice next to me instructed, "Another JD on the rocks, Cliff and put the lady's wine on my tab."
Looking up, I saw that the voice belonged to Dan, and he confidently offered his hand to me in greeting. "Hi, I'm Dan," he announced with a big cocky smile on his face, "And you are?"
Blushing ever so slightly, I grasped his hand and replied, "Oh! I know your name. Mine's Kathy." As I felt the warmth of his hand envelope mine, I felt my panties grow damp with arousal. Dan was extremely good looking, and his arrogant manner, which was extreme even for a fighter pilot, was a characteristic that always sexually aroused me.
"So you know my name already," Dan laughed with a twinkle in his eye. "I guess that means I'm off to a good start."
I felt my face flush deeper as I admitted that my three companions and I had wondered who he was, and that Angela had told us his name. My knees begin to quiver just a bit, as Dan held on to my hand a lot longer than necessary and smiled at my revelation.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Kathy," he said as he turned away. "Hope to see you around a bit more."
Trembling slightly from the instant attraction I felt to Dan, I collected the four glasses of wine, two in each hand, and rejoined the girls at the table.
"Well, he didn't waste any time introducing himself!" Beth giggled with glee as I sat down in my chair. "Looks like that famous Kathy aura has entranced another pour soul!"
"Oh ha, fucking ha." I retorted sarcastically. "He was there getting a drink at the same as I was. He was just being polite and friendly, that's all; something that the three of you need to learn."
With that, I intended to close the chapter on Dan that evening, but I found my eyes wandering over to him every so often. It seemed that every time I glanced in his direction, he would boldly return my gaze and smile ever so slightly.
It was about midnight that I once again made my way to the crowded bar. Just as before Dan seemingly appeared out of no where and paid for the four glasses of wine I had ordered. Before, I could even thank him; Amy appeared at my side and quickly collected three of the wine glasses. "Why don't you stay here and talk to your new friend a few minutes, Kathy?" She teasingly asked, "The rest of us want to talk bad about you behind your back a little bit!"
I knew I must have turned red at her blatant effort to leave me at the bar with Dan, and his knowing chuckle confirmed it.
"Not too subtle, was she?" I asked with a little laugh. "I guess I've been selected to find out the dirt on the new guy.
Dan and I spent the next 30 minutes, and two more glasses of wine, talking about nothing. After the first ten minutes or so, we had moved closer and closer together until I was hardly aware of my surroundings. At one point, I realized Dan was sliding a finger back and forth across my forearm as he leaned in to speak to me, and his touch made my entire body tingle.
With the music thumping from one corner of the club, and the cheers and hoots from the men playing darts and crud, the noise in the crowded room reached deafening levels at times. Occasionally, Dan was forced to move his lips close to my ear in order to be heard. I was beginning to wonder if my "aura" with men was having no effect on Dan, when, during one of those "lips close to ear" encounter, I felt him softly kiss my ear and the side of my face. I moaned out loud and shivered noticeably. Dan correctly interpreted this as a "go ahead" signal, and gently kissed my ear again and gently probed inside my sensitive ear hole with his wet tongue.
As I started to move in closer to Dan, he removed his tongue from my ear, and again started to lightly rub my forearm. Looking me straight in the eye, he began to move his face forward as to kiss me. I parted my lips slightly and waited patiently for his kiss...
That's when Troy suddenly materialized from behind Dan, grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around. "Get the fuck away from her, asshole! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
At first, Dan held his hands in the air signaling that he didn't want any trouble, but when he saw who had grabbed at him, his hands balled into tight fists. Troy responded in kind, and I knew that in just seconds the two men would come to blows. Strangely that knowledge thrilled me, and I felt my pussy flutter at the sight of the two angry men facing each other. Quickly, one of Troy's best friends quickly got in between Dan and Troy and pushed them away from each other. Turning to Dan, he said, "Careful whose wife you're hitting on, Dude. You're not real popular around here to begin with."
Dan glanced over at Troy, realization flashing across his face. Looking back at me, he apologized, "Sorry gorgeous, I had no idea you were married to that jerk; my condolences."
Hearing those words, Troy charged at Dan again, but by this time, the small crowd that had gathered around the bar easily separated the two men.
"Let's get out of here, Babe." Troy angrily barked. "It's time we went home anyway."
On the drive home, I asked Troy what had him so angered, after all, he'd seen men kiss me (and more) in the club before—he was definitely not the jealous type. That's when I found out how much he and Dan—Troy called him "Mr. Second Place"—hated each other. Troy made it clear to me that Dan was someone we would not be inviting over to dinner any time soon.
When we climbed into bed that night, I realized I was still aroused from the scene in the club; the thought of two men fighting over me in front of scores of others had me practically shaking. Troy, who had consumed way too much alcohol, was still mad. He seemed to blame his mood on me and, after a perfunctory kiss goodnight, turned over and immediately started snoring.
I was too horny to sleep. My pussy was dripping wet and my nipples felt as if they'd burst. I lay in bed slowly stroking my bald, gooey pussy, fantasizing about the fight that almost was. In my fantasy, the two men fought over to me until one admitted defeat. The victor then turned me to face the bar, and in full view of the entire O'club, raised my skirt up over my hips, bent me over, and fucked me feverishly from behind while the loser and the rest looked on. In my fantasy, Dan, not my husband, was the victor who glared at Troy triumphantly as he pumped my pussy full of his sizzling hot cum.
I replayed that fantasy over and over for several weeks; bringing myself to a shuddering orgasm every time. The fact that Dan was verboten, and the fact that he and Troy hated each other, made my fantasy all the hotter. Four days after the O'club incident, however, half the squadron began their 90-day rotation to Kuwait to support the Iraq War. Dan was in that half of the squadron, and the only time I saw him was in my fantasies.
That was until today.
Licking my lips, I approached Dan, quietly, until I stood right behind him. "Welcome back, hero," I grinned. "Glad to see you're home safe and sound."
Wearing a surprised grin, Dan replied affably, "Hey gorgeous, good to see you! Hope you kept things running smoothly on the base while I was gone."
"Damn! He's good looking," I thought to myself. "And what an arrogant jerk!"
