Quickie with Consequences

QUICKY WITH CONSEQUENCES

Jill was about done for the day. She was completing some paper work in her tiny office where there was barely room for her desk, her chair and a chair for visitors. She was volunteer working at the Navy Relief office, interviewing deployed young sailors' wives with money problems. The work was very rewarding and it gave her time away from her two young children. Her husband was away, deployed for eight months. He was in Diego Garcia. They were half-way through the half-way around the world separation.

She had accompanied her husband to many places. They'd been in Rhode Island, then California, then Japan and now Mississippi. She thought Mississippi was a miserable place to live, with heat and bugs.

She had two little ones to take care of. They were in elementary school. Jill had assumed all the responsibilities of the family while her husband was overseas. She was proud of herself, but she was lonely. On more than one night, she had gone to sleep with a pillow between her legs and tears in her eyes. She missed being with him. She married him intending for them to always be together. The separation was not what they had wanted, but in the Navy, you were ordered to go places and do things. John was a lieutenant and was doing well. She was proud of him and hoped that after these two years they wouldn't have to be separated again, at least for a while.

Working in the relief office was a welcome break. She volunteered two days a week. A neighbor watched the kids. Jill watched the neighbor's kids in return.

Chief Parker was with a Seabee battalion that was in home port for training. He was divorced. He dated a number of women, most of them he picked up in bars or met through friends. He liked women and was always on the lookout for opportunities.

He was working with the relief office, providing information on the sailors whose wives were requesting help, ensuring that they weren't exaggerating their problems and such.

He and Jill had worked together for a few months. They'd developed a good working relationship and had done some mild flirting. Jill thought nothing of it, but Chief Parker took it more seriously. He had his eye on Jill. She was no beauty queen, but she had a nice set of tits and he liked tits. When she showed even a little bit of cleavage, he became even more attentive. She would usually wear shorts, skirts sometimes. He would sit in her office and enjoy talking to her and ogling her cute little body. She knew, of course, that he was checking her out. It flattered her that any man showed interest in her. With all the responsibilities and her hectic schedule, her ego needed a boost now and then.

One fateful day, Parker had stopped by and in the course of their conversation, he asked her to join him for lunch. She declined, so he went out and brought back some po-boys from a local restaurant.

As they ate their sandwiches in the lounge area of the offices, Jill and Parker got into a discussion of the difficulties of separation.

She said, "I'm so lonely. I miss my husband so much." She asked Parker, "Were you married when you deployed?"

He replied, "Sure. We went through separation nearly a dozen times. We were apart more than we were together."

She cautiously asked, "You don't have to answer, but did you fool around when you were away?" She wondered about temptations that her husband would face.

Parker said, "Yes. I admit, I did,"

"How did your wife take it? Is that what broke you up?"

"No. We found that we had gotten used to living apart and didn't get along so well when we were together. I was foolish. I hassled her about some expenses on the house and such and she resented it. It was like I was second-guessing the decisions she had made while I was not available.

"Did she know about your fooling around on her?"

"Yeah. She did the same thing."

Jill was shocked, "Your wife was fooling around too?"

"Yeah. We both knew anything we did was purely physical. It gets lonely for a woman to be alone with the responsibilities of a family and all the finances, getting the car fixed, paying bills, taking the kids to the doctor, all that."

"I'm surprised that you wouldn't be upset with her."

"Naw. I understood that she had to do what she had to do to make things bearable. She needed some affection that she couldn't get from the kids or her friends."

"How did you find out?"

"It was no secret. I knew the guy and knew he was just looking for some fun. He wasn't a threat." Then he said, "He pissed me off, though."

"Amazing." She said.

The next week, when Parker stopped in to drop off some paperwork, he sat and talked to Jill for a few moments. She was wearing a loose-fitting dress that fell away from her legs as she sat in her chair, facing him. He had a nice view of her legs and even caught a brief glimpse of her white panties. She knew he was looking.

He told her she looked nice and she thanked him for the compliment.

She seemed to be tired. He noticed.

She said, "It's been a real grind and I'm exhausted. Coming in her to volunteer is the only adult interaction I have other than some brief conversations with the neighbors."

"You should get out and have some fun."

She looked at him suspiciously. "I'm not interested in the type of fun you're suggesting."

Parker said, "That's not what I meant."

She said, "Yeah, right." Then she said, "I don't think anyone would be interested in a dumpy broad like me anyway."

She was fishing for a compliment and Parker replied, "You're young and attractive. Don't sell yourself short."

She just cynically said, "Who would be interested in someone like me?"

He said, "I would. You're very nice to talk to." Left unsaid was the physical attraction.

She subconsciously moved her legs, giving him another glimpse of her inner thighs. They were having a conversation that she shouldn't be having, but she enjoyed the mild flirting.

After a few more comments, she asked, "Are you hitting on me?"

He said, "I would be if you weren't married."

"You've never fooled around with a married woman?"

"I have, but I don't want to give you the wrong impression."

"What wrong impression would that be?"

He laughed, "That I was hitting on you."

She smiled. She was curious and liked the flirting attention. She asked, "So you wouldn't be interested in me if I wanted to fool around."

"I would be if you were serious, but you're just teasing."

"Maybe not." She said, regretting it immediately.

He smiled at her and she changed the subject.

Parked left the office, wondering if Jill was indeed vulnerable. He'd never gotten such signals from her before. He contemplated making a move on Jill if he could get her in the right situation.

Jill was surprised at herself. She considered it harmless flirting, but realized that she may have given Parker the wrong signal.

The next two times the met in the office, she avoided any flirting conversation, maintaining formality in their discussions about the people she was helping. She presumed that she had corrected any wrong impressions she might have given.

Parker still focused on the rise of Jill's breasts under her blouse. She showed some cleavage and he saw the slight hint of her nipples through her shirt. Her pale skin was so inviting. He wanted to just reach into her blouse and grab her tits.

It happened on Wednesday afternoon a few weeks later. It was a quiet day, midweek, just after payday, so there typically were few potential clients. Jill was still in the office, finishing some forms that had to be sent in to the national organization.

Her office was small, with room for her desk, which was pushed against the wall, a swivel chair and one chair for a visitor. The office was at the end of a hallway. It had been a storage closet before they converted it into a volunteer office.

The chief stopped in and dropped off a form on a sailor. He and Jill exchanged greetings. She was wearing a short skirt and when she turned to talk to him, one of her legs remained under the desk while the other was turned in his direction. As a result, she inadvertently had her knees apart and he had a perfect view up her skirt to her pantyhose covered white panties. When she moved her legs, the muscles tensed. Parker's eyes were directed to her smooth inner thighs.

She asked what he had been doing and he told her about fishing up on one of the rivers. "I saw a nasty snake the other day."

It creeped Jill out, "You wouldn't catch me in a place like that."

"You told me you and your husband had taken the kids swimming in the river north of Biloxi."

"Yeah." She thought to herself, remembering how John had pulled her swim suit to the side under water and had fucked her while the kids were playing in the sand.

He asked, "Have you ever skinny dipped up there? My wife and I did it a few times."

She blushed, "John likes me to take my top off and we did it in the water one time."

He laughed.

Parker mentioned another spot where he had gone fishing and swimming. "It's more private, so you can do whatever you want. I have a photo of a snake I saw up there."

Jill was finishing some paperwork and wasn't paying attention when he asked, "Would you like to see it."

She absent-mindedly said, "Sure, show me."

The chief had been talking about a photo of the snake. When Jill said she'd like to see it, he was reminded of a similar conversation with a woman he'd dated where they were talking about his prick. The woman had said, "Yes, I'd like to see it."

Parker was a risk-taker, often taking chances by being bold with women. Sometimes it worked, usually not. It had with the woman who 'wanted to see it'.

He opened his belt buckle while Jill was preoccupied with the forms on the desk. He undid the button on his uniform pants and lowered the zipper. He pulled his penis from his underwear and held it in his hand.

Jill turned and saw it. She was shocked.

"Put that away." She said.

He replied, "it has a mind of its own. See, it's already reacting to you. It's pointing at you and getting hard."

He took her hand and put it on his dick. She didn't resist, too shocked to realize what was happening. She absent-mindedly gripped the fat penis, not really thinking about what she was doing. The unexpected situation had caught her off guard and she reacted without much thought. Her husband had whipped his dick out a few times and she instinctively reacted when Parker did the same.

His prick was heavy and thick, thicker than her husband's penis. Jill was momentarily intrigued by such a large organ, and it was getting bigger, growing her hand, like magic. The only penis she'd ever held was John's. Having another in her hand was something she didn't expect. She was looking at the cock in her hands, noticing the different features and comparing it to her husband's penis.

The chief looked into her eyes. Something flipped inside her, like a switch turning on her hormones. She'd had a trying morning and was feeling the need for some adult human contact. He thought he saw a positive signal, reading her willingness to continue. She hadn't realized that she had sent off an inviting aura.

Parker put his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto her desk. He leaned in and kissed her. She hadn't been kissed in so long. She yearned for physical affection and when he kissed her, she kissed him back, instinctively reacting due to her hidden need.

He was pawing at her blouse, undoing buttons, but was impatient. He lifted her skirt and grabbed the waist band of her undergarments. He pulled on them, pulled them under her hips, freeing them to be pulled down her legs. Parker not was being gentle; he was driven by male lust and the sudden opportunity. The pantyhose tore as he pulled on them. By the time they were at her feet, they were ruined. Jill's panties came with them. Her shoes came off her feet. He threw her underwear and panties to the side.

Seeing a woman's bare legs and feet was a turn-on for Parker. Something about bare feet was particularly alluring to him. Seeing a woman in a swimsuit, with no clothing below her crotch was a fetish of his. Now Jill was naked all the way from her feet to her pussy.

With her skirt pulled up, he could see the wiry triangle of pubic hair at the top of her crotch. That was another turn-on for Parker. Seeing a woman's hairy pussy was a real treat. He didn't care for shaved pussies; they looked too much like young girls. A woman with a patch of cunt hair connected with one of his fetishes.

With his pants around his knees, he lifted her and pulled her toward him. His stiff cock was aimed at her pussy and when she settled against him, his prick slid right into her slippery vagina.

Jill was shocked. She didn't realize that she was a wet down there and had aided Parker's probe. She opened her mouth and gasped, shocked by the sudden turn of events.

He leaned in to kiss her, but she resisted, twisting her face away from him. Parker put his face in her neck, kissed and lightly bit her soft skin.

She said, "We shouldn't."

He said, "I'll stop if you tell me to."

She didn't respond. His passion was contagious and she only mildly resisted. Her conscience was telling her no, but her libido was telling her yes.

He grabbed her blouse between the buttons and pulled it apart. The buttons popped off and her blouse was ruined. His hand went behind her and deftly undid her bra. With her arms back on the desk to support her, it was easy for Parker to strip her, first off one side, then the other. He tossed her ruined blouse behind him. Now she was naked except for her skirt; it was bunched uselessly around her waist.

Parker admired Jill's breasts, heavy and draped on her chest like teardrops, topped by her dark areolas. He put his face in her bosom and sucked on her nipples, one then the other. When she tried to resist, he bit down on her tit and she yelped.

"Please don't hurt me." She whined.

"I won't hurt you. I'm going to make you feel good."

She had been mildly resisting, but she had relented to his advances. Feeling the big cock inside her had unexpectedly initiated instinctive responses from her body. His cock felt good and she realized that it was much bigger than John's prick. She thought her husband's dick was typical and she loved what it did to her. Having a bigger one inside her brought unexpected pleasure.

Parker wanted both of them to be naked. He pulled off his shirt. Jill was enamored with his smooth muscles, his strong arms, his tattoos. He pulled at her skirt and broke the button and zipper that held it up. He was a strong man and became frustrated with the skirt. With a mighty tug with both hands, he heard buttons pop and the material rip.

Jill was aroused over being taken forcefully. She relished the big prick inside her vagina and liked how he was assertively stripping her. He was forcing himself on her. He was fucking her and she resolved to let it happen, in fact, she found herself enjoying it.

He kissed her and she didn't resist. Her skirt was torn away. He stepped back and with a final tug, the hem gave way and it came apart, dropping to the floor. Now she was naked except for her jewelry. The wedding rings on her finger rested on the chief's shoulder.

She needed this and since she was being taken against her will, she rationalized that she wasn't responsible. The pure decadence of the situation unexpectedly appealed to her. This man, virtually a stranger, with the tattoos of a worldly experienced man, a man who had fucked many women, was inside her. He wanted her. She usually thought of herself as merely a housewife; his attention had transformed her into a desirable woman again.

He had momentarily removed his cock to remove her skirt. She encouraged him to put it back in, "Rape me. Put your cock in me and fuck me."

He said, "You want it, don't you?"

She moaned. "Yes, stop talking and do it. Put your cock in my cunt and fuck me. Shoot your cum inside me."

Now Parker was fully aroused. He had a sudden desire to taste Jill's pussy. He withdrew and sat on her chair with Jill spread out on the desk before him.

Her pretty young pussy was splayed open, her vagina still slightly open from his cock. The tangle of dark cunt hair aroused him. Her pussy lips were tight, unlike those of the more experienced women he been with. His hand caressed the inside of her tender thighs. What a waste for this wonderful pussy to go unused while her husband was away.

When his lips sucked on her clitoris, Jill moaned in ecstasy. She spread her legs farther apart, surrendering to her assailant, wanting him to ravish her. One of her sexual fantasies was to be taken by some powerful man against her will and be forced to perform all sorts of decadent sex acts. She'd imagined being gang-fucked, fucked in the ass, tied up and whipped. Parker was eagerly sucking on her pussy while his hands roamed over her body. He was pinching her tits and put a finger between her butt cheeks. He tantalized the entrance to her ass. She realized that she was pouring her juices onto this man's face. She was coming. What had started as a rape had evolved into a mutually intense sex session.

Parker licked her slit, swirled his tongue around the entrance to her vagina. He probed her asshole with his tongue, holding her legs apart, lewdly spreading her open while he devoured her treasures.

He stood and moved between her legs again. When his cock slid back into her, she moaned in pleasure. She was on the verge of tears.

"It feels so good. Please don't stop."

"I could tell you wanted this." He said.

She had yielded and replied, "I need this. Fuck me, fuck me harder." Any inhibitions had retreated from her mind. The passion of the moment governed her.

Chief Parker did as she asked. His pelvis slapped against the flesh of her ass. He was driving deep inside her, poking her cervix. Her husband had seldom touched her there. The thought of another man reaching places John never would, had a perverse attraction. She smiled as tears leaked from her eyes. It felt so good to be desired by a man again. His cock was hard and inside her. She needed some reinforcement to her feminine ego. When she was younger, much of her self-worth revolved around her attractiveness to men. Having men want to fuck her was a real ego trip. She had never felt so alive as when her husband first seduced her. She remembered how she had finally let go of her inhibitions and truly enjoyed sex. The way Parker was fucking her rekindled those feelings.

She was naked, being fucked by a man who was not her husband. Her married cunt was squeezing his dick and coming for him. She felt like a slut, but loved being taken this way.

The chief could hold out no longer. He tried to delay coming so he could enjoy this woman more, but his balls reached the tipping point and his semen surged up his cock and erupted into her womb. Jill was still coming when she felt the warm gush of semen pour into her. He was a young man with a large load. His cum filled every crevice inside her and oozed out around his softening cock. The look on his face was priceless. He had wanted her; she had drawn his cum into her uterus.

He pulled out. Jill remained on the desk, nude, her tits rising from her heaving chest with her two pointy nipples sticking up. Chief Parker saw the cum dripping out of her and she felt it leaking down onto the government forms that had been on her desk, ruining everything. The chief liked seeing her bare feet, her smooth, shaved legs and her hairy cunt. Her labia were swollen and there were traces of cum in her pussy hair. He was proud of himself. He'd taken a chance and scored, scored big time, a young officer's wife. Her pussy was a real treat.

She looked at his slippery cock, glazed with a coating from inside her. It hung there like a weapon. She was amazed that she could take the whole thing inside her.