Forgive & Forget

Forgive and Forget

“Sign you name here please!”  I signed my name on the bright pink authorization slip the woman at the front desk had shoved in front of me and I shoved it back at her. “Follow me!”  She promptly took off into the maze of hallways and I had to quickly gather my things in order to keep up with her.  Just as I was thinking I would never be able to find my way back out again, she suddenly stopped at a non-descript door in the middle of the long, all too bright hallway.  I nearly collided with her but was able to catch myself as she knocked on the door.  The knock echoed loudly in the empty hallway, but there was no answer. She opened the door and motioned me into the room, “Wait here! A researcher will be with you shortly.”  She never actually touched me but her demeanor suggested she would rather have shoved me into the room before she left me with the slamming of the door. 

         As I stood looking out the window just a few moments later, the researcher entered, shook my hand and thanked me for participating in the survey.  He reassured me that anything I said would remain anonymous and was for the purpose of higher learning on the subject of human sexual behavior.  “Are you prepared to tell me all about your inner most sexual fantasies real or imagined?” 

         Looking him directly in the eye, I smiled as I nodded my head, “Oh, it’s very real! Yes, I look forward to the telling of it.”

         “Splendid!”  We both made ourselves comfortable, him in the arm chair and me on the couch. “Please begin with a description or yourself, name age and such.  Feel free to take your time; we are in no hurry.” 

         With a slight shift of my body and adjustment of my skirt, I looked out the window into the bright sunny day and began to talk…

         “My name is Meg Coddington.  I am 32 years old.  I am smart, beautiful and sexy.  I have a master’s degree in Psychology and am currently working towards a doctorate in Forensic Psychology.  Formerly an Air Force pilot, I have proven myself to be one tough cookie.  I am built like a ‘brick’ as they say and can take on just about anyone in a test of physical fitness.  Slender and curvy at the same time is my extreme hour glass figure at 36-26-36.  That’s 36D mind you!  With a body like this, the brains and beauty to match, I am a very desirable woman.”

         The researcher took notes as I spoke. He had not a hint of animation or real interest as he listened. Occasionally he would look at me and nod or use his forefinger to push his glasses back up higher on his nose.

         “The one trait that frightened most of the men away in my life is the one trait that drew my husband to me is strength.  Needless to say my, strength can be somewhat overwhelming and when you’re with me you had better lead, follow or get the hell out of the way.  My husband is my equal in every way; to me he is simply the perfect man.  He is an Air Force Captain in charge of logistics as well as being the safety officer in his unit.  Our relationship is for the most part a give and take; however, if you made the claim that I wear the pants in the family, I am certain my husband would agree with you.  That being said and for all my strength, my husband has complete dominance over me in the bedroom and I love it.

         “I stand only 5’5” to my husband’s 6’4” tall frame, which ripples with taut muscles. One muscle in particular is my favorite; his cock!  My husband supports a 10 inch cock that when hard, is nearly 3 inches in girth.  I would do anything for that cock!    And I do!

         “When it comes to sex, my husband makes all the rules.  If he tells me to suck his dick; I do it! Even if it’s in the middle of Wal-mart, I would drop to me knees and start sucking his magnificent cock. He could tell me to fuck his best friend and I would, but he never does.  I trust him.  Thankfully, he’s not too much of a freak and the things he has me do, are things I enjoy and not all that whacked out really. He’s had me strip naked as I ride in the car next to him causing truck drivers passing by to practically jack-knife off the road or he likes to play with my tits in public as I moan with pleasure, things like that.  He won’t admit it but he is an exhibitionist and it’s me he likes to exhibit.  My Husband loves the fact that regardless of my smarts and education, I am a complete whore for his cock. 

         “About a year ago last June, after my husband left late for work yet again (as was the norm for him), I had finished straightening up the house, making the bed and clearing the dishes away before getting in the shower.  As I toweled myself dry, the phone rang and it was my husband.  In a most sensually stern voice, (the voice he usually used when he was ordering me to do something naughty), he described what he wanted me to do step by step.  He told me to, ‘put on the thin, shiny, red, button down shirt and the black skirt too.  Forget your bra and panties!’  Authoritatively he said, ‘get to my boss’s office as soon as you can!’ 

         “’His voice was just so odd and unlike him to be doing something of this sort at work so I questioned him, ‘Is everything all right?’

         “’I can’t really talk now, but I need to make my boss forgive and forget.  I need you here now ready to do whatever I tell you to do!’

         “’I’ll be there in 10 minutes!” I hung up the phone and quickly dressed as he had demanded.  Our apartment is right on the base and I was standing at his boss’s door just moments later it seemed.  I heard a lot of yelling going on beyond the door and knew that my husband was in trouble by the tongue lashing he was taking from his boss. Something about his being late again and how he was setting a poor example for the troops that see him arrive late every day.  A bit too coyly, I knocked on the door and after a moment passed, knocked more brazenly. 

         “A loud booming voice said in irritation, ‘YES?’ 

         “Instead of replying I opened the door and peeked inside.  My husband stood at parade rest in front of his boss’s desk.  His boss is a full bird Colonel; a short, stocky, strong man.  His boss was standing too with his hands in the air as he was in mid-rant, looking very stern indeed.  His face softened as he saw me.  He sat down and motioned me to come in the office.  Entering slowly, I looked at my husband who seemed to relax some now that I was finally here. 

         “’How did you know your husband was in here with your favorite Colonel?’ 

         “I knew instinctively that my husband wanted me to be very nice to his boss right now.  I giggled at the Colonel’s remark, but said nothing looking to my husband for direction.  The Colonel had never hid his lust for me and when talking to me always referred to himself as my ‘favorite Colonel’ in a suggestive tone.   

         My husband, still standing at parade rest, looked from me to the Colonel and motioned his head to continue. 

         “The room was large and I walked across it towards the Colonel with just a bit more bounce making sure my 36D’s wiggled and shook for him to watch beneath the thin shiny fabric of my shirt.  Boy did he watch; he was emphatically mesmerized.  Looking at my husband again, he was smiling as he watched the effect I had on his boss.  Nodding his head at me, I stepped closer to his boss as he sat in his large desk chair, which put my boobs right at the Colonel’s eye level and just mere inches away. 

         “The Colonel had not taken his eyes off my breasts as I had sashayed across the room but now he looked up to me and then at my husband with a quizzical look.  It finally dawned on him what was going on.  I could see the look of understanding come across his face and he smiled a smile that said he liked the idea. 

         “Now the Colonel looked to my husband for direction and my husband smiled and nodded in reply.  Hesitantly, he reached up and put his meaty hands on my bra-less orbs, tentatively at first but then he started to massage them roughly through the thin material.  I pushed into his touch, holding his large hands in my own, encouraging him. 

         The notes he was taken seemingly forgotten, the researcher stopped writing.  I followed his lustful gaze to my breasts as he intently watched me demonstrate the Colonels actions.  With my own hands as if they were the Colonels I manipulated and fondled my tits, arching my back and pushing into them. 

         “Then all at once I stopped him. “

         With that, the researcher regained his composure and readjusted himself in the chair.

         “I placed his hands on my hips. He didn’t understand and simply started to paw me some more. I stopped him again and again put his hands back on my hips.  Finally the Colonel got the idea.  He left his hands for the most part resting on my hips or running them around back to feel and squeeze my butt. While he watched I began to ever so slowly unbutton my shirt for him. 

         “I am very proud of my plump yet perky boobs.  They truly are magnificent.  I love when a man is utterly turned on by them and the Colonels admiration and sheer reverence was a joy that made me wet for more.  I opened my shirt, letting my breasts spill out for him to do with as he pleased.  His intake of breath at the site of them pleased me. 

         “’God Damn, you’re beautiful!’ 

         “Taking one of his hands and placing it to knead my breast, I took the other hand to my mouth.  As he fondled, weighed and jiggled my tit, I began to kiss his other hand.  Expertly, I took each one of his fingers into my warm soft mouth to his first knuckle, sucking and licking it with my tongue.  As I taunted him by licking and kissing his hand he pinched my nipples ever so gently sending shivers of delight through my body.  Masterfully, he teased my tits, squeezing, pinching, twisting until my nipples were hard and I moaned loudly for more.  Licking up his middle finger and then back down, wiggling my tongue to tease him mercilessly.  Finally, I took his middle finger all the way into my mouth, sucking his finger off as I would his dick if it were in my mouth.  My tongue never stopped moving as I sucked hard and gentle at the same time on his finger, moving my head back and forth, up and down, causing him to groan with the torture of it.  I took his finger all the way to the very back of my throat. His finger was all the way in my hot mouth with my tongue licking and sucking around and around.

         I played the researchers game of on again, off again, interest, disinterest by doing and saying anything I could to turn him on and keep his interest.

         “We had both nearly forgotten my husband was even there.  The Colonel in his lust grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto his lap.  Roughly holding my head he kissed me thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth, grunting now.  Releasing my head, he grappled at both my tits, putting his head between them as I wiggled them vigorously to sort of slap his face.  He started to suck my nipple hard and I was lost in the pleasure of it.  At the same time, his other hand was under my skirt making its way to my clit in record time. 

         “I was so horny!  With a man that wanted me so very much, sucking my tits desperately and forcing my legs open to get to my crotch, I was lost in the passion of it all.  I threw my head back and spread my legs wide; my skirt was high up around my hips now, his fingers probing my pussy lips, rubbing my clit as he sucked hard on my nipple.  He could have fucked me right then and there.  I was ready and wanting it bad.           

         “At that moment I remembered my husband and got a hold of myself. Looking to him, he was motioning for me to end the little tryst he had allowed.  My husband is the boss in all things sexual; I am his slave to do with as he pleases.  As horny as I was, I stopped and stood up, “NO, that’s it Colonel!”

              “The Colonel looked at me and I saw it in his eyes.  He would have me at all costs!  Harshly, he pushed me down bending over his desk.  In one swift movement, he hiked my skirt up, exposing my bare ass and dropped his pants.  His meaty hand was in the small of my back, pinning me down so he could fuck me from behind.  He was holding his cock and feeling his way to my pussy from the rear. 

         “My husband came around the desk and ordered him off me.  The Colonel just kept pushing his cock deeper towards my wet pussy.  I was fighting him, but it was useless.  His legs were spreading mine wider and at any second he would have had his cock full into my pussy, if my husband had not hit him full force in the face and then a push, knocking him off me.

         My husband stood above the Colonel with his fist in the air ready to pound him.  The Colonel seemed to collect himself and realize what he had been about to do.

         “’Oh Jesus Christ! I am sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen. Please forgive me? I am so sorry!’

My husband looked to me to make sure I was okay and back to the Colonel, ‘Can we forgive and forget now?’ 

         “’Son, don’t tell my wife but your wife is the sexist woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.  Simply amazing!’  The Colonel got up from his prone position on the floor, but my husband held him back from coming nearer to me.  He chuckled, ‘Meg, I am sorry I let myself get out of hand.’  Looking down at the floor and back up at my husband the Colonel looked satisfied. ‘Yes son!  Everything is forgiven and forgotten!’ Then he smiled a wry smile, ‘until the next time you’re late!’

         “I had readjusted my clothes and had myself all put together now. We left the Colonels office.  All eyes were on me and my wildly giggling voluptuous tits as we made our way to the car parked right outside the front door.  Outside we laughed in relief and he backed me up against the car and started to kiss me urgently and with deep appreciation. 

         “His hands ran up my sides to cup my breasts, pushing his hips into mine. I noticed a crowd gathering on the steps of the barracks across the street, many men peering out their windows from their rooms or offices.  My husband and I did not disappoint them.  Opening the car door, he sat down in the passenger seat, running his hands up my long shapely legs and under my skirt.

         “I had my hands in his soft hair pulling his head to me.  Raising my skirt, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and began to lick my clit.  It was so swollen and throbbing, needing a man’s touch to release the ache there.  He had one hand on my bare bottom pulling me to him and the other he used to finger me as he licked and sucked my swollen clit.  It was pure ecstasy. 

         “I loved being the only woman for miles with every man’s eyes on me as my husband pleasured me.  I could even see the Colonel staring down from his office probably jacking off as he watched. That turned me on too.  I couldn’t help myself, I screamed in pleasure and joy.  Putting on a show for all to see, I begged him to fuck me.  I pleaded for him to plunge his cock deep inside me hard and fast.

          “I was always really horny for my husband’s cock, but after today’s events I was desperate for it.  “There were hoots and hollers all around us, ‘Hey man, I’ll fuck her if you’re not gonna!’ 

         “‘Fuck her tits, Captain!’ 

         “And one voice said, ‘I have a big dick that I would love to lose between those tits!’ 

         “Stopping for a moment to push the button and put the top down, my husband told me to take off my shirt.  As the roof folded itself neatly down into its place, I removed my shirt.  Men were singing and humming the striptease song as I unbuttoned each button slowly.  My husband smiled.  Yeah he’s an exhibitionist alright because he was really enjoying this.  Claps, jeers, cheers and applause could be heard when I finally tossed off the shirt into the back seat.  My voluptuous round firm tits were hung out for all to see. 

         “It was obvious how turned on I was because my nipples were so hard they pointed out for at least a half inch.  With the top down and the car door open, the men looking down from their windows had a clear view.  A few onlookers came to gather closer to the car but the warning look my husband gave them made it clear I was off limits for anything more than watching and admiring. 

“While I had been putting on a show for the men of taking off my shirt, my husband had opened his fly and his huge cock was sticking straight up in the air.  God I love his cock!  He was sitting in the car with his feet outside on the ground.  I knelt down on the pavement, arching my back a bit so my ass could be appraised by the men standing nearby.  I looked from my husband to his cock with a hungry smile and the sounds of the men behind yelling for me to ‘suck it!’

         “My husband smiled at me, putting his hands in my hair and pulled my head towards his mammoth cock.  ‘Ooohs’ and ‘Aaaahs’ emitted from the crowd of men as I sucked my husband’s cock, moving my head up and down and wildly all around. 

         “My husband reached over me as I sucked him and slid his hands up under my skirt raising it up around my waist. The men clapped in appreciation.  Knowing exactly how to turn me in to a wild woman, my husband started to finger my asshole.  I think one of the men came in his trousers right then and there.  I heard his moan and peeked up just in time to see him shutter with release as he stood on the sidewalk and watched my husband finger fuck my ass as I moaned with his cock deep down my throat.

         “My ass bobbing as I sucked, inviting, daring someone to use it as it was meant to be used.          There were many comments to the effect of, ‘Hey man can I give you a hand?’ and ‘I bet she’d like to suck my dick!’ 

         “A couple of men found it hard to resist and started to come toward me removing their pants and reaching in to take out their rock hard cocks to give me what they thought I really needed.  The look on my husband’s face stopped them dead in their tracks and they backed off but only a bit. 

         “The chanting started then, ‘Fuck her, Fuck her, Fuck her!’ 

         “My husband pulled me up so that I was standing again.  With my skirt hiked up around my waist, my husband pulled me down on top of his enormous 10 inch cock that I loved so very much.  The door was still open and I was a wild woman doing my man’s cock for all to see.  My head tossed to and fro while I gyrated my hips passionately fucking him.  As I grinded on his cock, he manhandled my tits and I could not have been happier.  It was then that I noticed that near all the men that were watching had their hard cocks in their hands, jacking off as they watched us fuck.  All around me I heard sounds of men coming, their groans of pleasure watching me and my husband fuck.  I am certain they were imagining I was fucking them rather than my husband.  My husband fucked me till we both came in front of his entire unit.  All of us spent!  It makes me smile just to remember it.” 

         I looked over at the researcher and smiled, “A unique way to ask forgiveness, don’t you think?”

It’s been nearly a year and my husband has never been late again.  I know the Colonel keeps hoping for it, so he can get his hands on me.  I see the irritation in his eyes as I often take my husband in to work in the mornings, on time! 

         “I am sure you realize, Ms Coddington, you story is quite unique. Thank you for participating in our research.” 

The researcher sounded so detached as if my story had had no effect on him what so ever, which caused me some distress.  I mean, the fact that just telling it turned me on was obvious as I could feel my hard nipples pushing the fabric of my sweater out.  Disappointed at the lack of effect my story had on this man, I rose to leave. 

         The researched did not get up right away, “Will you see me out? I am not sure I can find my way.” 

         Reluctantly the researcher rose to assist me.  The bulge in his pants was most apparent as was the wet spot.  I was mollified, placated, pleased even.  He took me through the maze of brightly lit hallways, showing me to the front door.  As he shook my hand he stole a glance at my tits, maintaining his look of indifference, but I knew better.  He watched as I disappeared out the door and into the bright sunlight.