This account is as fictional as the characters, circumstances and actions. All characters are well over the age of 18.
The start of the evening, and some background, appear in Wingman 1. Sex in this segment is exclusively girl-on-girl with an audience so it could be classified as Lesbian or Exhibitionist & Voyeur. However, the series is essentially "Loving Wives" and both women have limited permission from their husbands to play, so I have asked to place it there.
*****
May 1987
Friday night, at a motel used as a sex club in the DC area and in a car.
We were en-route from the motel on the way to Katia's house. Katia and Belle had made very fast friends in the back seat. I could not see - I had to keep my eyes on the road, but I knew Katia was on her back on the seat and Belle was sort of sitting, sort of kneeling, over her face having a good time. Belle had one hand on the back of the seat and the other on the strap over the back door.
Katia was not really well positioned to say much, but Belle gave me some commentary.
"Oh Kat, What are you doing with your tongue?"
That part I knew about, although not from direct experience. Katia could roll her tongue before inserting it. The feeling was unique - or so I am told.
Belle continued. "Oh FUCK that feels good... I have never... OHHH! Kat I'm afraid... I might lose... control... all over... and Carl's... OHHHYESSS YOUR FINGER IS... YESSSS! OHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!"
Yeah, I heard that Katia often used a finger to close the deal.
-
About 30 minutes earlier, Belle and I were with her husband David in the party room. When he asked about the poor job I did cleaning her up it gave me an idea.
I took Belle's hand, gave David the room key card and, taking our leave from him, walked to the elevator. Belle's eyes were shining and she was stifling a laugh as we carried on like we had a plan all worked out ahead of time. Plainly she trusted me and she was looking forward to whatever adventure I had in mind for her lovely naked body.
Still, I had to ask, "Are you sure this is alright? I mean, would you rather go home with your husband? We can call this off, it's a great joke, but..."
"Don't you dare! Are you kidding? This is great fun! Inspired! If I go with him it will be the boring sensible thing for both of us, we will just go home to bed with a good-night kiss. He won't get the third session he is craving. I will wake up alone tomorrow. Then all afternoon I get to hear him gripe about the golf and the boring business chatter. This sounds much more interesting... Plus, maybe David will stay and join one of the group sex things he has been going on about, to get it out of his system. Win-win!"
As we approached the elevator she did have one caution, "Ah... I don't mind walking to the car starkers, as it is dark out. But between the elevator and the front door it is lit, the desk worker will see me, and there could be children..."
I had a sport coat, but that would be obvious and flawed as it would not quite cover all while drawing the eye to what was exposed. So I made an observation. "Do you know the boy scouts started in England? The founder, an army colonel, coined the motto, 'be prepared.' As it happens, in England we often get rain from out of nowhere. Old habits..."
With that I pulled a raincoat out of my pocket. It was red plastic, thin material that concealed very well, a poncho-style with a hood big enough to cover an officer's hat, all folded up in a little pouch that became an inside pocket when the garment was open. It was very clever. As a bonus it was quite good at keeping the water off. One flip of the wrist, with the proper twist, and it was ready to put on. Suddenly Belle was sufficiently decent, very entertained, and I dare say rather impressed with me when the elevator door opened on ground floor. We made our way to my car.
When Belle and I got to the car I knocked on the back door and squeezed the handle, then waited a moment before I opened in. Katia was waiting inside. She was dressed. Sometimes at the lesbian bar she liked to surprise me, especially if she had company along, that was why I hesitated. But now the situation was reversed and she was the one surprised that I had somebody in tow.
-
In England I flew the BAC Lightning interceptor, a very fast jet interceptor designed in the 1950's. The plane's job was to intercept, that is to place a RAF pilot at high altitude, inside the range of the radar guided guns of a Soviet bomber carrying nuclear destruction to a target, and to do it faster than any manned vehicle on earth. That includes the Saturn V moon shots, the space shuttle, and the American F-15 which was a full generation newer. (I am talking time from "scramble" to "tally ho.") We had to do that because, from a ground radar station, there was no telling if a bogie was a damaged jet liner full of hundreds of souls, or a recon Bear that was testing our forces, or that first-strike supersonic bomber full of live weapons each meant to kill a city. Only the trained human eye can make the distinction and decide just how life hung in the balance.
For my personal transportation needs I had relied on cheap generic Ford sedans. Sports cars like MG-B, XKE and Ferrari just don't have much appeal next to my damn-awful-fast jet. Plus British roads are narrow, curvy and bloody dangerous. Some of the guys liked the fast bikes, like Norton motorcycles, but we are talking about England, where rain is always in the forecast and is a fact of life roughly two days in three; this is not good for any two-wheelers. So I drove boring cars on England's exciting narrow roads.
When I arrived in the US, where wide highways can take you thousands of miles without a mandated stop, I wanted something different. Money was not really an issue. I purchased a new Cadillac Brougham 4-door sedan, one of the largest vehicles in existence. Front and back seats were incredibly roomy and luxurious. It was underpowered, and consumed prodigious amounts of fuel in the bargain, but after years of cheaply constructed tiny Brit Fords I fully enjoyed the serene experience of cruising the various interstate highways and city boulevards I journeyed from inside a comfortable steel cloud.
This was the vehicle I used to take my cousin Katia to the motel for the Friday night meeting of the sex club. The club was for married couples only; since she was married and I had been married twice, we acted as if we qualified. it seemed reasonable to us. The club members were happier not knowing, so good all around.
Katia always worried about being recognized in passing by some woman who knew her and her husband. The chances were minimal, last names were never used, and exchanging photos (her picture did not really look like her) meant you always knew who you were intimate with, and their spouse, so you could be sure that you didn't know them. She only had minimal exposure when we arrived.
The biggest risk for her was random encounters in the group settings of the party room, where you could be seen by everybody and not know it. Katia minimized the danger of those encounters by wearing a hat, wig and sunglasses with her collar up when she arrived, and spending minimal time in the party room during the break between the first and second sessions. These were the times of risk. However, the worst risk was after the second session, which was the end of the evening for the majority of the guests. That was when almost everybody was in the party room at the same time. So she avoided it; she always donned her disguise in the room, then left by the back stairs. She would wait for me in the car, in the back seat behind darkened windows.
I helped Belle get in, then introduced them, including a bit a background. As I got in the front I asked Katia how her night had gone so far.
"The men were very entertaining, as expected. It really is remarkable that I have not gotten a bad apple yet. But from the looks of things, you made out rather better. Tell me Belle, I'm just guessing here, but is that rain coat all you have on?"
With that Belle explained my little improvisation with her husband upstairs and how she went from her husband's complaint about inadequate clean up to sitting in my back seat wearing naught but a raincoat.
Katia complimented my on my naughty good taste.
"So," Belle said to Katia as we drove from the motel. "Carl tells me you are not husband and wife but are cousins, and that you are married."
Katia let me know she did not approve. "Carl! How could you say these things to a club member? We agreed not to mention our secret."
"Her husband is an old friend from our home town. I have known him for decades, and you might have known him in school; he was two or three years older than you. Still, we have not been in touch recently. I was invited to their wedding a few years ago but I was 'on deck' that weekend for Bears. If I had gone to their wedding I would have asked you to be my date. But the point is, Belle here is not a stranger but the wife of a close trusted friend. Now that I know they are in the area, I imagine I will see more of them."
Belle showed Katia the head shot of her and David. She studied it. "You know, he does look a little familiar from high school... Now I remember, he volunteered in the library! He was a brain while I played volleyball and field hockey, plus a few years apart so not much contact. Wait... I recall a school dance where we shared a few dances. He got hard but was shy and sort of ran away from me."
"That sounds like my David," Belle replied. "So tell me Katia, have you and you cousin ever... you know... done more than dancing? I mean, I think he plays very good."
"That he does. The 10 year age difference is there, that seemed a lot bigger when I was younger. But I admit, I had a crush on him. The family has a vacation every summer at a nudist camp, and I drooled over him. But I was underage, plus there is the incest thing, they made for some very unrealistic naughty dreams... but never a reality. Would you believe, despite the blessing of 'The King' we are not even 'kissin cousins'! I made up for it with some other cousins... mostly females. We agreed that was not incest because it was not sexual intercourse and could not result in children."
"How about the club vetting? He said you did another couple. What if you had to... Would you have done it?"
"We had a contingency plan. We always intended to seduce the other couple, but if we had to, we agreed between ourselves that oral and anal were not really incest because you can't get pregnant. We did not know about the prohibition on anal. If they insisted on intercourse, we were not going to do that. This is not to say we are not both attracted... but it is a line neither one of us wanted to cross just for a club. There are other clubs."
"Well, that makes sense. I have to say this is a very clever idea, and such a great solution for the two of you."
Katia replied, "Thank you. I just wonder how long it will last... Carl here has a travel bug that is going to take him away from DC as soon as he gets his mind fixed on where to go. Man of leisure you know, no job to keep him in a fixed place. Actually, that is true of my husband also, he grew up in the area but he also thinks about living elsewhere. He just does not know where."
