Provisional Marriage

My husband, Hank, was in the Army when we got married. He was in it for the training, not retirement. He worked with satellite communications, which paid a lot of money in the civilian sector. He loved being in the Army, but he was deployed a lot, and his main reason for not doing it as a career. After he proposed to me, we sat down and had a serious heart-to-heart.

"Amy," He said, "I would never have an affair with another woman, but I've been deployed to places where I had to find female relief. There's no way I can promise it won't happen before I get out."

I couldn't believe he proposed to me the first thing he wanted to say was he might screw around. He read my expression correctly and gave me his prepared answer.

"I honestly didn't think I would have time to fall in love with my deployment schedule, much less with over a year left on my enlistment contract."

"You propose to me to say you're not going to have an affair but cheat on me with--hookers?"

"When I get to this point on a deployment, the only requirement is adult and female." He said, "I'm not going to make promises I can't keep. If you found out after the fact, what would we have?"

"What am I supposed to do with this--confession."

"I understand if this is a dealbreaker."

"That's not an answer."

He got flustered and blushed.

"I figured if you were willing to accommodate me--which I did not, we could come to some agreement."

"Why would you ask me to marry you then immediately tell me you're gonna be intimate with another woman?" I said, "Clearly, you're not ready to get married."

"I thought about this a lot. Hear me out and then decide if you think I'm not ready to get married."

I nodded for him to continue.

"We met right after I got back from a deployment, and then my second deployment was canceled abruptly. I've been home longer than I have been in the last four years. You're about to graduate with honors, and the company you did your internship with has you a job. I already know what's gonna happen. That soldier you are dating, doing who knows what overseas, will feel a lot less appealing when you take your head out of your books and start a professional career." I said, "I propose we do a paper marriage with a prenup before I deploy. I'll get all the extra pay married soldiers receive, and you'll get 100% medical coverage, rent paid, commissary privileges, and my life insurance policy if things go tits up. I'll restrict my female activities to oral. If I break that rule, you can exercise the prenup and get an uncontested divorce."

"You're gonna confess that you fucked some chick?"

"Nope. Dale will."

"Bullshit."

That was my reflex, trying to poke holes in Hank's logic. I met Dale and Hank the same night because they went to the bar together. They were a lot alike. The only reason I chose Hank over Dale was he asked me to dance first. Dale had been kicking himself ever since because he wished he had acted sooner. They were good friends, and Dale wouldn't stab him in the back, but he would rat Hank out in a second if it got him another shot with me.

Hank was clear in our prenup that I had the same latitude when hooking up. I thought it was sweet that he considered us equals, but I still laughed in his face.

"I'm so glad I have your permission to suck a stranger's dick on a business trip."

"I was thinking of you receiving the happy ending."

"I love you, Hank, but it doesn't work that way for women."

I took Hank's offer, and it was the best choice I could've made. He was deployed for 7 of his remaining 14 months in the Army, with three-week breaks between missions. I moved into base housing when my lease ended and took a job with the company where I did my internship.

I knew how the sales team dressed but couldn't afford it as a student. I updated my wardrobe, replaced my rape prevention glasses with contacts, and styled my hair with a popular shoulder-length look between graduation and onboarding with my employer.

We didn't have a honeymoon, and Hank deployed three weeks after I was inprocessed as a military spouse. My lease ended with the school semester, and I secured base housing after paying one month of rent.

***

Hank's words were prophetic. Combined with the simple wedding ring he gave me, I had the resolve to turn down terrible propositions I would have taken without Hank's and Dale's vote of confidence. Counterintuitively my wedding ring made me more appealing as a lone married woman when we pimped our wares at conventions.

I was glad Hank was not around to see me run around with my head cut off my first month on the job. I met him at the airfield for his first redeployment as a married man. Dale gave me the thumbs up on Hank's behavior for the six weeks he was gone. We celebrated with a lot of sex, but I hit the road a week after he came home.

I was indispensable because I paired my marketing degree with a minor in mathematics. It guaranteed my position in the company but also signed me up for every convention that year. Hank's second and third deployments came and went. We had two weeks together before splitting up again. I learned to cook a few dinners in my free time so Hank could have a home-cooked meal when he redeployed.

Dale had come over for dinner. The two of them were talking in the living room. After we cleaned up the kitchen, I went upstairs to change. When I came downstairs, I caught snippets of conversation I didn't think they wanted me to hear.

"I almost didn't make it through that first deployment," Hank said, "So glad I did."

"Idiot, that's what I'm talking about," Dale said, "Any man that finds a woman willing to put up with oral infidelity is one lucky sonofabitch."

"You're right I am lucky."

"Think Amy is having fun on her business trips?"

"She said women didn't work that way, made me feel like an idiot for suggesting it."

"That might change if she knew how much head you were getting."

"Doesn't matter I'm one lucky sonofabitch remember."

I didn't linger to eavesdrop. We were talking in bed later that night. He was trying to discuss our partially open marriage but couldn't figure out how to put the words together. I could've admitted to overhearing their conversation. I was curious how many blowjobs he was getting. Giving up sex was a big deal for him. Hearing how hard it was for him to make it through that first deployment and how happy he was that he did it made me feel special.

***

Hank left for his fourth deployment. This time was harder than the last two because we were comfortable with one another, and there was no doubt we were having a real wedding once he was out of the Army. I brought the sexy lingerie that I wore for him to my next trade convention. It was my way of being with him while he was deployed. This was my fifth conference, and I felt like an old pro.

I changed out of my business suit into a cool summer skirt, put on the skin-colored thong and a matching half-shirt and bra combo. It was like a bralette, except it covered from my breast to just above my belly button and was snug, giving me a push-up bra effect. The summer skirt was thin enough to be see-through in the sun. Indoors you could tell I wasn't wearing any underwear except maybe a thong, and the illusion that I was braless was complete because you could see my nipples through the dress when erect.

I was sitting at the hotel bar degaussing, expecting to see more of my crew. Not five minutes had passed when a man sat down beside me and shot finger pistols at me.

"What's the Therocol rep drinking tonight?" He said.

I groaned. Therocol was a business attire company. The body armor we had to wear on the trade floor was a nun's habit turned into a business suit.

"If you still recognize me, I need hard liquor, tequila works."

He ordered both of us doubles.

"I recognize you because we met six months ago in Seattle."

He held his hand, and I shook it.

"Reggie, and you're Amy, right?"

"Oh god, not Seattle? That was my first conference," I said, "Did I set you on fire, is that why you remember me?"

He laughed.

"It was worse than that, but they never took you off the floor," He said, "And now it looks like you're the boss."

"I am and must suck at being a boss, because none of my crew is down here."

His eyes goggled.

"You don't know?"

"Apparently not."

"There's a heavy-weight boxing match at the Ramsay casino," He said, "Half the convention is there."

"Are you going?" I asked.

"Not if I can sit and talk with you instead."

"You can just say flirt," I said, "I've been doing this for six months."

"It's hard to seduce you if you're expecting it."

"Work with what you got,"

He put his palms up, signaling that he accepted the challenge.

"So, where is your husband?"

"He's in the Army--deployed overseas two weeks ago."

"Ever worry about what trouble he's getting into?"

I started laughing.

"That's why we got married when we did."

I had to explain to Reggie the more unconventional details of why Hank and I married.

"The line you gave me made him do what he did."

Saying it out loud got me laughing again.

"You trust him to keep his word?"

"No need. His buddy, Dale, is deployed with him," I said, "He is well motivated to catch Hank breaking his promise but won't lie for or against him."

"Who is keeping you honest?" Reggie said.

I told him how Hank and Dale made me feel.

"I would have spread my legs for so many losers that first conference if it hadn't been for them."

I was shaking my head, thinking about what a disaster my first business trip had been.

"To answer your question, no one is keeping me honest," I said, "Nor have I tried to exercise my orally open marriage clause."

"Too tired?"

WISH!

"Though my libido is rarely tired, blowing a business acquaintance doesn't resonate with me," I said, "Before you ask, I'm a quid pro quo kind of woman when it comes to oral. So I suffer unsatisfied."

"Hold that thought," Reggie said.

A woman sitting on the corner of the bar moved, so she was sitting on the other side of Reggie's chair.

"You wounded his pride, girlfriend," she said, "He's going to go all out."

As soon as she said that, I heard the microphone from the bandstand feedback for a second. It was Reggie.

"Excuse me, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I'm trying to get into the panties of the beautiful woman at the bar wearing a summer dress. My only chance to win her over is with a romantic dance. I will give $50 to anyone who can play an appropriate tune on the piano."

Everyone in the restaurant zeroed in on me because I was the only one in a summer dress, and then the crowd began searching for someone who could play the piano. They were getting anxious. Reggie's cry for help wouldn't be answered.

Finally, a man with white wirey hair bent with age ambled to the piano bench after grabbing the ice from an empty cocktail glass. He rubbed the ice in his hands, then raked his hair with his wet hands and threw his head back like a cartoon orchestra conductor. As soon as Reggie put down the money, he cracked his knuckles and let his fingers tumble across the ivories in a joyful cascade.

The restaurant went nuts, clapping, cheering, and, most of all, waiting for me to join Reggie on the dance floor.

"Warned you," She said.

Six months ago, my head would've caught on fire. I did my walk of shame and joined Reggie. The second he put his arms around me, the piano man played a tune. Reggie was a fantastic dancer.

"Is your plan to embarrass me into oral sex or something more adulterous?"

"If you're offering, yes," He said, "A blowjob would be wonderful, and by that I mean it's not settling. It's more than worth it."

Before the end of the dance, we were kissing to hoots and hollers that I could not hear. When the song ended, we got a standing ovation, and then people piled onto the dance floor. The bartender put Reggie's $50 in a jar that the other patrons filled with smaller bills.

He took me back to my drink that Tara was guarding. I recognized her from the product floor because her gorgeous red hair was hard to miss.

"Reggie, you beat me, but I'm not sucking your dick."

"Me neither," Tara said.

He gave me his card.

"Maybe next time I can embarrass you even more," He said, "Not as much as your first convention."

"What happened at my first convention?" I asked.

"Your skirt twisted so the slit was showing off your ass," He said. "You were crushing it. Your lead didn't want to throw off your game, so he didn't tell you."

Tara's eyes went wide.

"That was you!"

"Good night, ladies I can see when I'm outnumbered."

Reggie left, but a substantial number of eyes were focused on me.

"I got booze in my room," Tara said, "Come on, it's not safe for you to stick around here anymore."

I didn't know how unsafe it was until I heard someone say dyke on the way out. Thankfully, Tara was 5 foot 10 inches and had a muscular frame to match her sizable chest.

We didn't talk until we were out of the kill zone. Tara took it one step further by walking to the stairwell and going down a flight before we got to her room. She kicked off her shoes and pulled out a bottle of vodka and orange juice.

"I would've bet money that he had you," She said.

"He knew what he was doing," I said, "Because I was already horny before we started dancing."

She clinked my glass.

"There's a man that respects the craft," Tara said, "Why was he only asking for a blowjob?"

I gave her the cliff notes version of my prenup.

"I was lying when I said I didn't want to suck his dick," I said, "But I knew if he got me alone, I was going to fuck the shit out of him."

"I made the same mistake as you tonight."

"Which was?"

Tara unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her dress was modest, but she had a corset garter belt rig underneath. It was crazy hot.

"I know you're wearing something special underneath," She said, "I showed you mine."

I chugged my screwdriver and took off my dress. Tara made me another one.

"Sometimes I'm jealous of breasts that fit in a snug top, and other times I'm glad mine are bigger."

"How close were you to my booth at my ass-showing conference?"

"Right in front of you," She said, "That Reggie fellow lied. Your boss didn't tell you anything because you were drawing customers. I thought they jacked you up on cocaine and roofies the way you were running around showing off your burgundy Rio cut panties."

I lay on the bed with my feet dangling and sat up too fast, making myself dizzy.

"I do remember you! You work for Deitiel," I said, "I remember your hair under the sign."

"That's me, I had a front-row seat of men feasting on your ass."

"Tara, is there any chance you are a lesbian?"

"Are you interested in my personal life or just that horny." She said, "If it's the latter, it sounds like you're propositioning me."

"I'm so horny I would not be disappointed if you got me blackout drunk, found Reggie's room, and tossed me inside," I said, "You being a lesbian saves several steps, my marriage, self-respect, etcetera, etcetera."

"I'm bi enough to have sex with you, but you need to be sober," She said, "Let's get naked and hydrate under the covers."

"Why?"

"Because you're not sober and forgot I said that already."

Tara lit two candles, and we got naked, chugged a water bottle each, and lay on the top of the bed.

"Shouldn't we get under the covers?" I asked.

"No, we have to go pee first."

As soon as she said that, I had to go pee. When she heard my tinkle hitting the water, she had to pee. I turned the bed down before she was done. Despite being at least five years older than me, she seems skittish.

"Promise to be nice?"

"You kiss me first," I said.

It was for the best. Tara slid her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I was too tipsy to appreciate how good of a kisser she was but sober enough to recognize her talent. Her tongue made contact with mine, and our tongues wrestled with one another.

I was actively humping her leg when she put her mouth to my ear.

"Slow down," she whispered.

I wanted to shove her head between my legs, but she asked me to slow down. I caught my breath and guided her mouth to my neck and shoulders, and finally coaxed her to my boobs. She sucked, kissed, and licked my tits and nipples until I was going crazy.

That's when I discovered her thick, silky hair felt fantastic between my fingers. I raked my fingers through her hair till it was shaped like a paintbrush pointing toward my head. Her journey to my sex felt like her hair was painting a strip along my midline.

It took forever for her mouth to arrive at my box, but she still hadn't touched it. I felt her breath on my bald box. I resisted the urge to shove her face in my box. My hips, which weren't having it, lifted off the bed like a bug seeking warmth.

The only reason I wasn't begging her to lick me was fear of spooking her. A moment before I said something, I felt her lips and tongue make contact then again and again and again. She wasn't eating my box. She was lathering wet kisses over my whole sex.

"Oh fuck me." I groaned.

I slipped both of my hands to the back of her head. I added a little push to each of her wet kisses as gently as possible. Her kisses randomly bombarded the creases of my thighs, my lips, my taint, my vagina and my clit.

Every time she landed one in my vagina, it felt like she was deep kissing me, searching for my tongue. Her soft kisses were just as maddening as when she targeted my neck and shoulders, but this was the first time I felt like someone was making out with my pussy.

I don't know how she kept me on edge for so long, given how horny I was, but she hit my button twice in a row, and that was it. I grabbed her head.

"OH FUCK!"

She sucked my clit with purpose. My hips thrashed, but she locked both of my thighs in her arms. Had this been a wrestling match, she would've beaten me hands down, and I was glad. Her mouth never left my clit the entire time I was climaxing.

I thought I was done, but she stuck a couple of fingers in my vagina and played the run until she found my G spot. She found and kept her finger on my happy button while her mouth and tongue focused on my clit finger stayed right there. I wasn't loud when I orgasmed, but her finger and tongue combo pushed me through a second series of very weird orgasms.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

I worried she was going to stop, thinking I was hyperventilating. She didn't. I was glad.

"OHHHHHHHH!"

I didn't know how far I was arched above the bed, but when my orgasm finished, I felt like I had fallen off a cliff side, dazed. I knew what the problem was. I had taken on more responsibility during these conventions, and my stress wasn't going anywhere. Tara still had my thighs and her muscular vice grips, but she was looking at me through my tits.

"I think you were a little horny and wound tight as a drum." She said.

What I said to Reggie about quid pro quo was no joke. I already felt bad for not immediately stuffing my face in her pussy, but I couldn't move. Tara untangled her arms and crawled on top of me like a predator. Tara maneuvered our hips together and got in my face.

"I'll eat your box. G-Give me a minute, can't feel my toes."

I sounded drunk but wasn't.

"You'd better hurry, or you might be late for work?"

We both giggled.

"I'm a little OCD," I said.

Tara corrected me.

"It's only OCD when it's not little." She said, "Not your best attribute, but I'm complaining about it this time."

She kissed me, and I tasted my pussy with feminine seasoning. I kissed Hank all the time after he went down on me, but this was very different. I liked it and thought about how it would be different kissing her after I sucked her pussy.