Debauched Duty

Debauched Duty Pt. 03

Debauched Duty Pt. 03

(This is Part 3 of 3 parts.)

Trevor

I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have married an angel. It was even more delightful that sometimes she was a naughty angel. Even ignoring her seductive allure, she was a perfect partner. I couldn't have been happier, despite being unstimulated by my current job.

I was finding the Agency work to be rather mundane. I spent most of my day reviewing technical reports and then I had to produce an Executive Summary. Previously, I had hands on opportunities where we tried to adapt, improve and develop new capabilities. There was none of that now. The desk work was beginning to drag, but I couldn't complain as the Agency had been great in supporting me by facilitating my wife's move to the States.

We had to wait three months to obtain Chloe's visa. It was harder on her as although she'd often docked in various Italian ports, she had no Italian friends and little to occupy her time. As a result of her pent up boredom, she was bursting with energy when we were reunited. She immediately applied for a teaching course at several institutions and had quickly found a temporary receptionist position for a dental practice while the incumbent was on maternity leave. She was one of three receptionists, so she worked staggered hours, four days a week.

Although I'd already been in our house for over two months before she joined me, she undertook to properly organize the kitchen, the laundry, the linen and made some arrangements in the garage as she even started gardening. Except for two nights a week when she returned home late, she prepared a healthy variety of evening meals. Her cooking skills were a surprise bonus. The only drawback was I realized that I needed to resume my running and gym routine if I wasn't to gain weight.

When we both had spare time, she'd been driving my... now our Toyota RAV4, to practice driving on the right hand side. As I've come to expect, she had no difficulty in obtaining a local Virginia license on the first attempt.

In the short term our plans were on hold pending her acceptance at a university. She was hoping to do an accelerated course, but whether it was to be one or two years, we agreed that I should remain in my job for the moment. We both wanted children, but this was to be on hold until she was at least qualified and had secured a teaching position.

We'd visited my family in North Carolina where my parents, my sister, her husband and my two nieces also fell in love with her. My Nonna was disappointed when she discovered that Chloe wasn't Italian as she'd originally assumed. Unsurprisingly, they'd only spoken for just half an hour before Nonna was gushing about her perfection and even suggesting that she must have Italian ancestry. As our time was restricted to a long weekend, we undertook to return as soon as we could.

Of course we were also committed to visiting her family in Brisbane, however the timing would depend on both our jobs and any course requirements for Chloe.

Within the first three days, Chloe had introduced herself to the three immediate neighbors and had reciprocal morning teas with the wives. There were promises of further introductions and we were planning a barbeque for an upcoming holiday.

On first appearances, it would seem we'd become a boring married couple. Obviously, this impression would ignore the pleasures we discovered in our bedroom. It seemed we both were blessed with a high sex drive. We shared our sexual thoughts and shared fantasies which we sometimes acted out. Chloe was also eager for a little experimentation provided it was pleasurable.

One night in the heat of passion, she revealed that her best friend and bridesmaid, Evelyn, had confessed to having the hots for me. Evelyn had also confessed that Simon had apparently concealed his adoration for her and this became apparent while they were dancing. Although she'd only found out when we were in Gibraltar, this didn't stop her from teasing me about the three years of missed opportunities with Simon.

Although the talk was just part of foreplay, it did leave me wondering what Evelyn might have been like in bed. She looked different to Chloe with prominent cheeks and pouty lips but still very attractive. I couldn't be blamed for imagining her using those lips on me, after all it was my wife that planted the naughty thought in my mind.

The next day a package arrived in a circular box that was sealed with curved flap. It gave me an idea on how I could return the teasing to Chloe. It didn't take much imagination before I'd turned the box into a captain's hat using one flap as the peak. Without her noticing, after dinner I changed into a white shirt, dark tie and navy-blue trousers and added the hat to my uniform. Playing the part of Simon, I then started my seduction. "Would you like to dance with me, dear Chloe?"

She immediately discerned who I was pretending to be and readily joined in the game. "I'd love to dance close to my strong captain."

As we danced about the kitchen bench, I mouthed a continuous flow of corny adoring words. "You're so beautiful... I love your rig... You're so ship-shape... I need you to come with me on my love boat."

"Of course, you're the master at sea and with me now. I must follow you." With that I felt her hand squeezing my penis. Just as she'd described to me the previous night with Simon, my erection was soon being pressed between our bodies.

As we danced for a little while longer, I started nibbling her ears and neck which I knew tended to make her weak at the knees. It must have worked as in a breathy alluring voice she challenged with: "Is my master ready to drive his powerful vessel into the waiting wet dock?"

This was too much for me to ignore. I reached under her dress, ripped down her panties and hitched her onto the kitchen table behind her. She had a look of surprise as she gripped the edge of the table. I dropped my trousers and undies to my ankles and pulled her dress to her waist. Acknowledging the fire she'd sparked, she spread her thighs in invitation. I wondered if I should give her some foreplay, but as I guided my cock between her lips, her wetness proved this wasn't necessary.

My thrust inside her was urgent and without resistance. With my hands on her butt, I held her against me and smothered her lips in a desperate kiss. She held my shoulders firmly as I plunged and withdrew inside her tight warm cavity.

As our lips uncoupled, she whispered in my ear: "Oh Simon, you fill me like I've always wanted. Simon, use me for your wicked delight." I responded by flexing my legs so I could drive into her as deeply as possible.

Our torsos were still mostly clothed; however this seemed to just make it more licentious. It was as if we were two different people having an illicit affair. There was something alluring about our coupling being forbidden. I felt driven where the only outcome was pleasure and other considerations like social norm were irrelevant.

"Oh Simon, after years of restraint, just let go. Fuck me hard!"

This wasn't turning into one of our gentle loving sessions. I seemed to feed off Chloe's desperation and without control, I increased the tempo. I'd always thought our lovemaking was passionate, but now it was like we were two chemicals reacting out of control.

Any regulation I had on the cadence was completely lost as I felt my groin about to explode. Our bodies meshed together as Chloe howled in ecstasy. Following only seconds later, while grasping her against me, I thrust as deep as I could before also climaxing.

Remaining inside her, I covered her body as she lay back on the table. With the cessation of my cock pulsing, I lifted my head to kiss her between our rapid gasps for air. I then panted out: "That was a little frantic."

"I'll say... you were like a jackhammer... it was so wild... you became a little excited... didn't you?"

Worried, I asked: "Was I too rough?"

"No, it was fabulous. I think I was carried away as well."

I knew it had all been make believe but I was intrigued as to how Chloe really felt. Not being able to constrain my curiosity further I asked: "Would you be quite that ribaldry if you were really fucking Simon?"

As a cheeky rejoinder she answered: "Maybe. We'd just have to see, won't we."

Later in our bed as we continued to play, her answer continued to preoccupy my thoughts. Was this just the normal fun teasing from Chloe or did she hold some secret desire for Simon? Why did her statement provoke so much excitement in me? How would I feel if they did get together? Would she also reciprocate the favor and allow me to savor the delights of her girlfriend?

While I had no answers at that moment, my body's excitement seemed to provide ample evidence of the allure of the forbidden. As she slumbered, I had to determinedly push my more wicked imaginations to the background or else I knew I'd never be able to sleep.

The next day a busy work schedule ensured that I forgot about our previous evening's pretend adulterous tryst. However, my thoughts were awakened when I came home. As it wasn't usual, I'd phoned Chloe to let her know that a meeting had run late and I still had to complete a report. I told her to have her dinner and as it was a casserole, she said she'd keep mine warm in the oven.

I gave her a warning text when I left for home, so she was ready when I arrived. This time she was dressed in the same blue bikini that she'd worn on the night of the party on the superyacht. As she invited me to be seated while she served my meal, I was aware from her slightly subservient patter and her bikini that she was resuming the role of a stewardess.

The room lights had been dimmed, and the table was illuminated by two candles. I thought this was a nice romantic touch, however it did seem slightly strange that the table was set for only one. I had an embroidered place mat, silverware, and a wine glass. I would have assumed that Chloe would also join me for a drink.

Things became clearer when my wife returned with my plated meal, announcing: "I'm afraid the other stewardesses are ashore, so I, Evelyn Keating, will be seeing to all your needs tonight." With a twinkle in her eyes and a flirtatious smile, Pretend Evelyn walked around the table with my meal. She then leant around my right side and deliberately brushed her breast against my shoulder while placing my meal on the table.

I maintained a dead pan expression as I was intrigued as to what she'd planned next.

"Would you care for some wine, Sir? I have a nice red wine that has been breathing. I'm sure it'll please your palette."

"Thank you," I responded maintaining my neutral, somewhat superior tone.

Once again, she brushed heavily against me as she poured the wine. This time as she straightened up, she added a false gasp before rubbing my shirt, adding: "I'm so sorry Sir. Let me fix your clothing. I must have been overcome by your cologne."

The delicate spices in the beef and vegetable casserole brought out deep and robust flavors, but I wasn't certain whether, in this play act, a genuine compliment was expected. Instead, as she remained standing at attention behind me, I suggested: "Would you care to take a seat."

"Oh no Sir. That would be inappropriate. It would be far too intimate."

Now getting into the mood of the game, I enquired: "Evelyn, what if I insisted?"

"Of course, I'm obliged to comply with your orders and service all your demands. Would you please stand first, Sir."

When I complied with her request, she pulled out my chair and then indicated I should sit again. She then stepped over my legs before lowering her cute butt onto my lap. Picking up my fork, she explained: "Obviously I'll need to feed you. Open wide."

As she feed me mouthfuls of the rich casserole, she rocked back and forth massaging my growing penis. Although she maintained a constant cheeky smirk with a sultry gaze, I knew she could feel my swelling response to her deliberate actions.

With her assistance, I'd finished the wine and most of the meal. I was now ready to take this play to the second act. "Evelyn, when I last was able to drool over your body while you wore this bikini, you weren't wearing your top. I think I'd prefer it removed."

Pretend Evelyn said nothing, but she twisted slightly to give me better access to the clips. Not requiring further invitation, I unhooked the bra freeing her enticing mounds of flesh. My inevitable reaction was to wrap my arms on either side of her and cup them both firmly. Even having been married for several months, I still marveled with a sense of pride and gratification each time I caressed them.

Pretend Evelyn then twisted to face me. She had that cheeky smirk that just gloatingly declared that she had me completely under her spell. Her changed position just gave me the opportunity to take the initiative. I leant down and sucked on her nearest nipple which resulted in her expressing the sweetest sighs. Having completed a leisurely taste, I changed to the other side. Once I was satisfied, I said: "Now you have two wet nipples."

Opening her eyes after being preoccupied by my ministrations, she murmured: "That's not the only place where I'm wet."

The implication was too much of a challenge, so I decided to take up the gauntlet. Lifting her in my arms, I took her to the nearby sitting room. Temporarily placing her on her feet, I freed her from the bikini bottom and lifted her onto the sofa. I then commenced discarding my clothing about the room. With no restraint to my eagerness, I sat next to her and gripping her legs, I dragged her back onto my lap.

"How would you like Evelyn to pleasure you, Sir?" she murmured as she rubbed my chest and kissed my neck.

Her teasing had worked, but now I needed to call the shots. "You're to ride me until I beg you to stop."

"But of course you won't tell Chloe of our liaison."

"No deal. I will of course have to confess to her about our wickedness. Being dishonest would be an unforgiveable sin."

"Oh!... oh well." She seemed surprised at my response but after a pause she positioned herself astride my thighs and rampant cock. Slowly she lowered and holding my erection she engulfed it with her warm juicy vagina. As she sank against me, she pressed her soft breasts against my chest.

My hands stroked her hips as I leant back, lost in the moment. I tried to imagine what it would be like with Evelyn. With her physique so similar to my wife, would it feel different. As I wondered, I noticed that Pretend Evelyn was squeezing me more than normal as she slowly rose and fell. Every now and then she cosseted her body against mine as she dropped.

Now immersed in this fantasy, I softly cried: "Yes Evelyn. That's just right." I panted with restraint and added: "Just take me Evelyn. Fuck me... use me." That is exactly what she did.

As she stepped up the cadence, by holding her hips I encouraged her to drive faster and harder. The pressure in my groin grew until my release was inevitable. By arching my back and tensing my legs I thrust into her as deep as I could to deliver a jet of my semen. I continued pulsing as she rode on for her own climax after which she settled onto my chest.

I bound our sweaty bodies together while my mind was floating on a high. The euphoria of the sex was great, but at the same time, I burned with love for this woman who was sharing my life.

I'd have liked to have remained like this all night, but inevitably my manhood shrunk and Chloe made a move to get up. She slipped to my side on the sofa and whispered: "I love you."

Checking to see if the fantasy had ended, I asked: "Is that Evelyn speaking?"

"If she knew you the way I do, I'm sure she'd agree with me. I love you... more than those words indicate."

"Hey, likewise. But when I say I love you, I'm saying more than I adore you. I'm also saying I trust you, I'm committed to you, I want to share my life with you."

"Would you really tell me if Evelyn somehow seduced you? I know she's extremely attractive so you might be tempted after too much drink."

"I promised to be open and truthful with you. Unless you told me to have sex with her, I doubt she could seduce me, but if that happened, I would definitely tell you."

"Even if I became jealous?"

"Well, I'd have to live with my conscience." Then I had a thought that made me laugh. "Besides, she's just as likely to tell you anyway, being best friends."

Chloe laughed back and confirmed: "That she might just do. In fact, I expect she'd want to compare notes on your prowess."

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Chloe

After two months in the States, I was starting to get a hang of how things worked. I'd learnt to drive on the wrong side of the road and also found a job. I began working for a dental clinic and found a good local doctor. The neighbours were friendly and I was thrilled exploring shops that were open all hours.

I was now probably past my worst confusion at the supermarket where initially I couldn't find any of the staples that I was used to. I still avoided the cheese that was caramel in colour and most of the packaged food preferring to cook from the fresh ingredients.

The reality was that there was a wide variety of options available. It just took time to know where to find it. I discovered that I liked most of the Mexican food and the variety of fruit pies, but what would I give for an Aussie meat pie. I was disappointed with the hotdogs and was still trying to find the snags that I was used to.

I refused to buy a cake mix but found that my Australian recipes for sweets often failed when using American ingredients. One issue was there was no alternative to Copha available. The problem was normally solved by adopting American recipes.

Most importantly, I was comfortable in the home that Trevor had rented. It wasn't large but then we didn't own very much anyway. It was reassuring to discover that not only was he a considerate husband, he was also neat and wanted to share the housework. I suspect his contributions such as clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen after dinner were also motivated by wanting to get us to bed as soon as possible. Yes, the sex was great!

During the months waiting alone in Genoa, I'd developed the habit of regularly chatting with Evelyn. Often this was just texting online; about once a week it was a face-to-face video chat. Her life had been a whirlwind. After seeing her family, she returned to Simon's superyacht as the Chief Stewardess. She enjoyed the additional responsibility however the real news was her growing relationship with Simon.

While I'd little time since I moved to the States, keeping in touch with Evelyn was an obligation I refused to drop. It wasn't that I was living the vicarious thrills of her adventures; it was just hard to stop sharing our lives and intimate secrets after being so close.

It didn't take long before Evelyn was sharing the Captain's cabin. She explained that while professional relationships had to be maintained, the owners were happy with the arrangement as this enabled them to engage an additional crew member.

It was on one of my rostered Fridays off that I caught up for a video chat. The Urania was berthed at Port Hercules, Monaco for a week. After that they'd be going to Porto Cervo in Sardinia, then to Marina Molo Luise in Italy. I then asked: "How is the relationship with Simon?"

"Oh fabulous!" Evelyn exuberantly confirmed. "I've checked with Simon. We want it to remain a secret until all the families have been told, but he said I could tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"We're engaged!"

"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you. I was about to say that occurred very quickly but then I was ignoring how scandalous Trevor and I must have seemed becoming engaged in barely four weeks."