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"Good For The Gander"
  by BobJJ123


This story is based on a true story. While the detail is filled
in by the author, the basic story was the story of my current
wife's life with her first husband. I met my wife in the
retirement community where we both lived. She told me the story
shortly before we married.

Captain Jim Stulin sat erect in his summer dress uniform. His
staid, non-committal expression betrayed none of his thoughts as
he faced the small group of well-wishers from behind the speaker
on the small stage. He was retiring from Naval service after 26
years and this was to be his last hurrah. It needn't have been
this way, Capt. Stulin had a brilliant professional career and he
most surely would have been promoted to flag rank except for
those two letters of reprimand. "Damn," he thought.

The speaker at the podium in front continued with his farewell
speech. To the Captain's right, on the stage sat Julie Stulin.
Julie had been a dutiful captain's wife for twenty six years.
She, like the Captain, had aged slowly and her features and
figure were that of a much younger woman. She had kept a neat
home, raised their two sons to adulthood and managed her husbands
navy social life with little assistance from the Captain. . . he
had been a poor helpmate and offered little to their marriage.
She had performed admirably on all counts and was well respected
in their navy community.

As she sat, apparently stoic, her mind was engrossed in her own
thoughts. She half-listened to the speaker talk about her
husband's career and graduation from the Naval Academy; then,
duty in San Diego. It was reveries of those years occupied her
mind. She had married Jim when she was only nineteen and a
virgin. She had loved him then and the memory of the passion of
that young love brought pleasure even now. She had married a navy
officer in the manner of her mother and her grandmother and
thought she knew what the life entailed. How little she really
knew, she thought

Julie had endured those first years of Jim's sea duty and made a
home. She bore two sons and no woman ever made more passionate
love to her man than she had done when he returned from a cruise.
It was the life of a navy wife and she accepted it.

Jim Stulin was also engrossed in reverie as the speaker droned
on. He might have withstood the negative impact of the first
letter of reprimand...it had been over twenty years ago and the
woman, the wife of an enlisted man, had been so available. It had
been an exciting affair and when it was reported to his superiors
he had been told to cease and desist immediately. Of course, he
had not...hence the letter of reprimand. Fortunately, he thought,
Julie never knew."

But Julie did know...every officer's wife in San Diego knew. She
was a wife with two children and she remained a dutiful wife and
mother. In fact, she had endured several more affairs that her
husband undertaken. After that first affair, life for Julie
changed. There was the fact of the betrayal...something she
couldn't forgive! There were her responsibilities - her sons and
her household. Then, she was also a navy wife. She chose to
ignore her husband's infidelities and maintain a respectable
family. The joy left her marriage and she endured...even sex with
her husband when he demanded it. He hadn't demanded it in over
ten years.


It was that second letter of reprimand that had driven her to a
decision. It had begun when Jim went to visit his Annapolis
classmate in the hospital, terminally ill with cancer. There he
found Captain Jack Matlin in the act of dying and the Captain's
wife, Annie, at his side. On the second visit, Annie had left the
hospital with him...directly to a cheap motel where they
satisfied their most carnal appetites. After that it had become a
daily thing. Of course, Annie's husband didn't die, at least not
until he spoke to Jim's superiors about putting a stop to the
affair. Julie had known Annie casually and might have forgiven
her but she could never forgive her husband.

Captain Jim Stulin was thinking of the same matter, God! It's
fortunate that Julie never found out. He recalled the affair and
wondered why he had gotten involved with an older woman. She was
good in bed, he reckoned.

As Julie carried on the duties that were required of her she took
satisfaction in doing them well. Her interest in community
affairs was well known. She had raised two sons to adulthood
where they had become outstanding citizens. Her household was
immaculate and always warm and comfortable as a spirit of peace
was always present. In all this there was no joy for Julie.

Over the years, Julie had formulated a plan. She became an
example of a faithful and dutiful wife in the face of the ugly
rumors that Jim's antics seemed to generate. From the household
funds she began to invest in her own, very private account. She
knew that when Jim retired, half his retired pay was hers and no
one would ever know about her private nest egg. Then, after he
retired, the kids were grown and she was released from the duties
of a navy wife...then she would have her day!

So Jim's retirement program ended and there were the customary
duties after which Jim left immediately for a drink with his
buddies. Julie, on the other hand, stayed and made a gracious
departure after all the guests had left. Then, it was time to put
her plan into effect.

She went home, showered, primped, and changed into a nicely
tailored, red, suit with mini-skirt and white blouse. Black hose
were supported by a red lacy garter belt. With the red heels, she
was ready and made a final appraisal in the mirror. Suddenly she
felt alive, excited and life had become more vivid than she had
seen it in years. In the pit of her stomach she felt a tinge of
fear. Then, out the door.

She walked the several blocks to the CPO club, attracting much
attention as she knew she would in her present attire. At the
club she went directly to the bar where she knew Master Chief
Doug Whidle would soon appear. When the entered the bar he was
doing what he had every Friday afternoon for the past two years.
He would normally stay for a couple of drinks and leave for other
activities. Doug was well known for his love of women. He had
never married but he had known hundreds. His expertise as a lover
was often discussed in navy circles.

This Friday evening would be different and Doug would soon change
his plans. As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room he espied
the woman in red at the bar...ten minutes later Doug and Julie
were a couple at the bar. Their cozy behavior was duly noted by
several people who knew both Doug and Julie.

An hour later the couple were walking the two blocks from the CPO
Club to MCPO Doug Whidle's quarters and again, their behavior was
duly noted by several who passed. Julie remained tense and alert
as she made as public a demonstration as she could...word would
soon be spreading!

At the Quarters, Doug had made his personal bedroom a guest room
and saved the master bedroom for just such occasions as they were
approaching. The spacious living room was tastefully furnished.
It was into this living room that Doug and Julie entered.

As they approached the MCPO's quarters, Julie was satisfied that
she had succeeded in part one of her plan. She was sure that she
had been sufficiently seen to start the tongues wagging. Her
husband would know shortly. Cuckolded at last!

Part two was about to commence and the fear in the pit of her
stomach was now strong. She was tense and subject to involuntary
nervous tremors. She was determined to have sex with this man
walking with her and as equally determined to enjoy it. But, what
if she didn't, she thought!

At the door to the quarters, they hesitated only long enough for
Doug to place his key in the lock and open the door. Each was
quiet as they contemplated the next move. Doug had seen many
women through this same door - some were expert lovers, some were
not! How would he approach this one?

Julie's resolve had begun to waiver at the door and she fought
the impulse to cut and run. Then, as her fortitude returned, she
stepped in front of Doug and entered the living room. Once inside
she stood, awkwardly awaiting the next move. The ugly knots in
her stomach grew stronger.

When Doug had entered behind her she felt him close as his mouth
and lips brushed her neck and his hot breath made a gentle zephyr
in her ear. It was when he placed his arms around her waist from
behind that he felt the nervous tremors and stopped his activity.

Finally he stepped back a step and said, "Why are we here?" The
silence told him nothing as he waited. "I want to be with you but
it's been a long time. Be gentle with me!!" she finally
responded. Doug was astonished. "Why me?" he asked. "They say
you're the best," she replied.

Doug was momentarily shocked. He had never been referred to in
that manner before. My God!, At least she's direct, he thought
and said nothing. Then, he took her by the hand and led her into
the living room as though she were a casual visitor. He asked if
he might take her suit coat as she appeared flushed, perhaps
overly warm. "Thanks," she said as she removed her coat and
watched Doug hang both his and hers in the closet. The ugly knots
in her stomach has not abated. They sat.

"Hungry?" Doug asked and Julie accompanied him to the kitchen
where they worked together to make pasta and a salad. Dinner was
pleasant and the knots in Julie's stomach soon dissipated.

Perhaps this would work out yet, she thought but when the dishes
were cleared and decision time approached her old apprehensions
returned.

Doug had studied Julie carefully and was quick to note her
apprehensions as they returned after dinner. He planned his moves
carefully.

"Have you ever had a good massage?" he asked and Julie responded
that she'd never had a massage. "I give a good massage," Doug
continued. As he said this he noted a hint of approval in her
manner and he reached for her hand. "Come, let me show you my
quarters." he continued. Julie followed willingly, perhaps even
eagerly.

At the master bedroom Julie noted a king sized bed and period
furniture with subdued lighting and music coming from a Hifi
hidden in the room. The room was immaculate, decorated in bold
red and black colors with a matching bed cover...a man's room. So
this was where it was going to happen, thought Julie as she
surveyed the room. Somehow knowing the particulars seemed to ease
her mind.

Doug kept this room strictly for his special guests; preferring
to live in a more modest guest room. He kept the room ready,
stocked with all the amenities that might be handy for his
purpose. As they entered the room, Doug said, "Are you about
ready for that massage?" and seeing approval, he suggested, "Take
off your blouse and lay face down on the bed."

Doug waited a few seconds as Julie considered the ramifications
of this act; then, went to the drawer for the scented oils. When
he returned She was lying just as he had instructed and he
immediately proceeded to massage her neck and shoulders.

Julie wasn't sure just when the seduction started. Perhaps it was
when Doug placed his oily hands on her shoulders. More likely it
was when he began to whisper nice compliments on her beautiful
body, the smell of her shampoo and her breath. Perhaps it was
when he kissed her softly on the neck and blew his breath in her
ear. Certainly, it had happened before he asked her to remove her
bra.

Even more unclear was when she began to react to his
ministrations. She remembered hesitating when he suggested she
remove her bra. He had made provisions for her to remain face
down during the procedure so that she would not have to expose
her breasts and she, on impulse, had raised into a sitting
position and showed herself completely to him. Doug had looked, a
look of undisguised approval. When he said, "Beautiful," she
remembered the warm flush that engulfed her.

When he asked her to remove her lower clothing, he provided a
towel to cover her buttocks and she was nude as she lay enjoying
the gentle ministrations of Doug's massage. "He said he was
good," she remembered. As he had massaged her legs, he worked
rather methodically up each leg, stopping well before the towel
and Julie began to wish he would move closer to her "Y" where she
was beginning to lubricate.

"Turn over," Doug said and she did, sitting up and reaching for
the buttons on his shirt. The shirt and trousers were gone in an
instant and Julie's mind was ready for the final act. It was not
to be however. Laying on her back now, she felt Doug's hands
gently massaging her arms and shoulders.

It was when his hands reached her breasts that Julie was fully
into their play. When he kissed her breasts she responded with
the body language of a wanton woman. As he slid farther up her
body their lips met and their tongues began their dance of fire,
their passions ignited into a flame of lust..

Doug re-appraised the situation and was satisfied. Julie was hot.
Still, experience told him that she was capable of even greater
passion. He continued his ministrations.

When Julie felt him massaging and kissing up her inner thigh she
suddenly realized what his next move would be. She had never been
eaten before! "How should she react?" She needn't have worried
because the suppressed scream when Doug's thumbs spread her outer
labia to permit his lips access to the entrance to her vagina
told it all. She was wild now...totally into the act being
performed upon her.

Julie had never, in her entire life, been so totally turned on.
Perhaps it was the licking. Maybe it was the excitement of doing
it with a stranger. She only knew that she needed to be
penetrated.

It was then that two fingers entered her vagina and proceeded to
frigg her as a mouth laved her clit.

Then, she felt the beginning of a powerful climax. This wasn't
supposed to happen yet! She had never experienced a multiple
climax and was sure that what was about to happen would end their
action. Unable to resist, it hit her like a thunderbolt and Julie
was barely conscious of anything except the powerful surge of
lust that engulfed her body.

A minute later, Doug fumbled for a moment before moving over her;
then, Julie felt herself being penetrated. She quickly adjusted
to allow Doug's massive penis to move more freely into her. Her
mind had cleared somewhat after her climax and she worked to
please her lover not realizing that she was setting herself up
for another climax. As Doug bottomed out and waited for their
bodies to adjust, the second thunderbolt struck Julie. "This
can't be," she thought, "I've already had mine." The second was
even stronger than the first.

When Dough began to thrust, slowly at first, he felt Julie
respond and the thrusting and counter-thrusting fell into a
steady rhythm giving Julie's mind time to clear. In and out, up
and down, the thrusting continued and Doug was utilizing every
bit of his ability to make it good.

Doug moved slowly, attempting to stay his steadily growing lust.
Beneath him, in the missionary position, his lover was
experiencing yet another orgasm and he varied his pace slightly
to accommodate her feelings.

Julie had lost count...four, no five, perhaps six! She was into
feelings so strong that she could not have imagined them only
minutes before. Then, she sensed it! Doug's penetrations were
deeper and more pronounced. He was breathing more heavily and he
was going to come! She braced herself for Doug's final moment and
was taken by another thunderbolt...an orgasm more intense than
any of the previous.

When she felt the pulsing of Doug unloading his heavily laden
balls, she waited for the feeling of hot semen in her vagina, but
such was not to happen. It was somewhat later when Doug withdrew
that she saw the condom.

After the usual showers and primping, the two recent lovers
addressed each other. "When will I see you again? Doug asked.
"Not likely soon," was her reply. "You got what you wanted and I
got what I came for." Then realizing that she had been rather
cold she continued, "Your reputation is well deserved. I've never
been fucked nearly as well before."

Later, as Julie emerged from Doug's quarter the morning sun was
approaching mid-day. She walked the two miles to her own lodging,
enjoying the vivid images and bright colors around her. She felt
young again.

As she entered her house, Captain Jim Stulin, her husband,
addressed her in a rage. "Where the hell have you been all
night?" he shouted. "You been fucking that Chief, haven't you?"

"What's sauce for the goose...." she replied.


                          -- the end --


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