Chapter 20: The Captain's Office
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects. Doug’s office was a capsule of government-issue sterility: tan walls, a laminate desk scarred with coffee rings, a wheezing computer tower. The paperwork before him was a blur of acronyms and procurement codes. He’d been staring at the same form for twenty minutes, the pen dead in his hand.
His mind wasn’t here. It was in the sticky dark of that booth, the smell of stale cum and disinfectant clinging to the back of his throat. The sound. That was what stuck, what played on a loop behind his eyes. The wet, greedy gulps. The choked moans that weren’t his. Her voice, breathy and wanton, saying ‘I’m starving’ to a fucking hole in a wall.
His cock, semi-hard since he’d cleaned himself up in his home bathroom, gave a thick, insistent throb against his thigh. He shifted in the padded chair, the fabric rough against his still-sensitive flesh. He checked his phone. No new messages. She’d said she’d bring lunch. How long did it take to get an Uber across town?
He stood, needing to move. He walked to the small, grimy window that overlooked a section of the parking lot. Beyond the chain-link fence, the world went about its Saturday. Cars shopped at the commissary. Families came and went. Normal life. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass. His reflection was ghostly, superimposed over the asphalt.
Where was she? What was she doing right now?
The image came unbidden, crisp and cruel: Sara in the back of some stranger’s car. Travis’s car. Or an Uber. Kneeling on the floor mat, her head buried in some driver’s lap, bobbing earnestly for a tip. Her phone buzzing with his text while she swallowed a stranger’s load. The duality of it, the loving wife, the shameless cocksucking slut, was powerful and consuming.
He unzipped his fatigues. He didn’t even sit back down. He leaned against the window frame, the cool glass on his shoulder blade, and took himself in hand. He was fully hard in two strokes, his flesh hot and heavy. He stared blankly at a minivan parking below, a woman unloading groceries.
Then a grey sedan pulled into the parking lot, and he quickly recognized his wife's profile in the passenger's seat, her blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail. They stopped near the back of the lot, facing the building, and Doug's hand tightened around his shaft as he could just make out that her left arm was stretched out, her shoulder moving slightly, rhythmically. They were too far away for him to be able to see, but he knew without a doubt that her hand was in the driver's lap wrapped around his cock. Her face turned side to side, scanning for anybody nearby who might see, and then she leaned over, her head disappearing behind the dash. The driver, a middle-aged darker man, leaned back, his hand resting on her shoulders. Doug watched, locked on to the scene, as his wife's ponytail bobbed over the dash, then held still, the driver's hand clenching into a fist on her back. The phantom memory of her gulping down cum played in his ears as he watched this man unload into his wife's hidden mouth. A few more moments and then she re-emerged, dabbing at the corners of her mouth delicately, and she got out of the car, a bag of takeout in the hand she'd just been stroking his cock with. Doug reluctantly, and carefully, stuffed his leaking cock back into his pants, jumping at the sensitivity. He was so close to bursting, but he couldn't get off yet, he needed to hold out until she got in here, and then he'd feed his wife properly.
He hastily zipped his fatigues, the fabric straining over his erection, and fell into his chair, grabbing a random folder. The words swam. He heard the click of the outer office door, then her familiar footsteps echoing down the linoleum hallway. They paused outside his door. He counted three breaths before the knob turned.
Sara stepped in, a paper bag of takeout in one hand, her purse in the other. “Hey you,” she said, her smile bright and wide. “Brought you a bacon cheeseburger. Figured you could use the fuel.” She pushed the door closed with her hip. The fluorescent light caught the subtle, sticky smear at the corner of her plump, glossy lips. A tiny, pearlescent drop clung to her lower lip. Another, thicker streak was drying on the swell of her left breast, just above the neckline of her summer dress.
Doug’s vision tunneled. The paperwork, the office, the base—all of it dissolved into a white-noise hum. All that existed was that glistening proof on her skin, the visceral evidence of another man’s climax consumed minutes ago. The scent hit him a second later, cutting through the smell of stale coffee and photocopier toner: a musky, saline tang that was unmistakably spent cum. It wafted from her, a perfume of infidelity and hunger. His cock jerked, a painful throb of need.
“Come here,” he said, his voice a ragged strip of sound.
“What, no ‘thank you’?” she teased, setting the bag on the desk. She leaned over to peck his cheek, and the smell intensified, flooding his senses. Her cleavage was right there, that smear so close he could have licked it off. He couldn’t form words. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with more force than he intended.
“Why don't you have a snack first? Then I'll properly thank you." Doug said, his face serious despite trying to come off as a tease as he pulled her hand to his zipper.
Her eyes widened, then darkened with understanding and a flicker of amusement. She let out a soft, knowing laugh. “Somebody’s eager. Did you have a frustrating morning, baby?” She allowed him to pull her around the desk, her hips brushing against his knees.
“Just do it. I need to come in your mouth.”
He freed himself, his thick, veined shaft springing out, already leaking a steady stream of precum onto his thigh. The sight of it, so familiar to her, seemed to switch something on in her. Her playful coyness melted into focused hunger and devotion. She didn’t kneel. She bent at the waist, bracing her elbows on his thighs, and took him into her mouth in one deep, slow, smooth descent.
The heat was absolute. The wet, tight suction was heaven. Doug’s head thudded back against the headrest, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. She was methodical, worshipful. Her head bobbed only slightly, keeping the head of his cock in her mouth as she circled it with her tongue, milking him insistently. Doug struggled to hold back, but the memory of her desperate cum swallowing gulps at the gloryhole earlier crashed into his ears. He couldn't help but ask himself how many loads of cum slid down this slutty throat already today? She moaned and the vibration tipped him over the edge he’d been clinging to for hours.
“Fuck, Sara, I’m gonna—“
His warning was cut short. His hips bucked off the chair as his orgasm detonated, a raw, pulsing surge that rocketed up his shaft. He came hard, jets of cum splashing against the back of her throat. She gulped, once, twice, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet office, swallowing his load as eagerly as she’d swallowed the Uber driver’s, the unseen gloryhole cocks. He kept coming, painting her throat with his spend, his body seizing until he was empty and spent, just another spent cock milked dry by his slut wife's hungry mouth.
She pulled off with a wet pop, licking her lips clean. A stray strand of his cum clung to her chin. “Wow,” she breathed, her own breath quick. “Someone was excited. You came so fast, and after already cumming this morning.” She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, a sly smile playing on her face. “That was naughty, Doug. At work? What if someone walked in?”
He was already pulling her onto his lap, his arms like steel bands around her waist. His cock, miraculously, was still hard, a refractory defiance fueled by pure, possessive lust. “I don’t care,” he growled into her neck, his hands bunching her dress up around her hips. He found the waistband of her thong and tore it aside. “Let them see. Let them all know I’ve got the sexiest, most insatiable fucking wife on this base.”
“Doug, seriously,” she whispered, but she was wet, sopping wet, her slickness coating his fingers as he positioned himself at her entrance. “The door isn’t locked.”
“At least one of them already knows how good your mouth is,” he said, the words leaving him in a hot rush against her ear. “Corporal Jenkins, the troop you sucked off in the back seat of the car last night. Or did you forget?”
Sara went still for a fraction of a second, then a shiver ran through her. She leaned forward into him, crushing her clit against his shaft and pressing her chest against his, the uber driver's cum on her cleavage smearing on his shirt. She looked him deep in the eyes with a devilish coy smirk and whispered “Oh, I never forget a cock. Especially not one so... big. Delicious.”
“That's my slut,” he muttered, and then he drove up into her, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body convulsing around him. She was impossibly tight, hot, and slick. Was she that wet, or was that someone else's cum? It was impossible to know and the realization crashed over him as he groaned.
He fucked her in hard, punishing strokes, the chair screeching against the floor with each drive of his hips.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her head falling back. “That's my perfect, beautiful cock right there. Fuck you're so hard babe." Her head tilted forward and met his eyes again as her hand found her clit, rubbing it as she met his thrusts. "You really liked watching me suck that thick fucking cock didn't you? I saw the hungry look in your eyes in the mirror as he filled my mouth with his delicious cum." She was getting more frantic now, on the edge of orgasm herself. She collapsed into his chest, throwing her arms around his neck as her hips jerked almost with a mind of their own as her cunt clenched his shaft, her climax starting, and she whispered into his ear. "Is he working today?"
Doug's orgasm ripped through him again, a deeper, more profound explosion that felt like it emptied his soul into her willing cunt. He groaned into her shoulder, his body locking as he pumped her full, pulse after pulse of his cum flooding her depths, mixing with whatever might already be there. She spasmed as her own orgasm crashed over her again and again, the teasing, taunting, and secrets bringing her to new heights as her husband emptied himself in her.
They collapsed together back into his chair, sweat-slicked and panting. The smell of sex and hamburgers filled the air. After a long moment, Sara pushed herself up, turning to look at him. Her makeup was smeared, cum leaking down her thighs. Her eyes were clear and bright. “Well,” she said, her voice hoarse. “I should get myself cleaned up, you should eat your lunch before it gets cold.”
Doug tucked himself away, his body humming with spent electricity. "You not having anything yourself?" He asked, slowly trying to come back to normalcy.
Sara smirked "No, I'm quite full already." She bent and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She turned and went to the office door. "I'm just going to go clean up, have a smoke, then we can head home? Or do you have much left to do?"
Doug sighed, spent. "I've done pretty much all I'm going to today. I just gotta print some things, pass them in, and then I'll meet you out in the smoking section yeah?" Sara smiled, nodded, and left the office, her hips swaying as she walked.
Doug shook his head in a futile attempt to clear it, and then wolfed down the burger as he sent off the print requests. After about 5-10 minutes he'd put together the package the Captain needed, so he cleaned up his desk, gathered the papers, and headed over to drop it in his inbox.
As he got closer to the Captain's office, he could see the officer in behind his desk, leaning back in his chair. He'd been pulling all-nighters for the last two weeks off and on, so it was likely he was having a chair power nap. He should probably wake him and let him know it was done so he could go home and sleep in his actual bed. He popped open the door and knocked on the inside. "Hey Sir, just dropping off that package, everything should be good to go for Monday."
The officer's eyes flew open, startled, and then Doug's eyes caught something, just peeking out from the edge of Captain's desk; his wife's purse. Doug knew without a shadow of a doubt that the officer hadn't been napping, he was enjoying himself, and Sara was under that desk right now with his cock between her lips.
Doug felt a twinge of jealousy, but strangely colored with pride, and mischief, and he stepped forward into the room, barely skipping a beat, and sat down in the chair across the desk from the Captain. He pushed the papers across the desk to him, knowing his wife's head was inches away, only separated by a half inch of wood. The Captain coughed, clearing his throat, and took them. "Uh, thank you Sergeant, sorry again to have you come in on your day off." His hands shook slightly as he tried to maintain the air of propriety, acting like nothing was going on. Doug smirked as he saw his hands tighten and knew Sara had him right on the edge. "I'll be sure to make it up to you."
Doug waved him off casually, "No worries. This kind of thing happens. You get this one free, just try to keep it to workdays for the next few weeks at least yeah?"
The captain nodded, his eyes unfocused, he couldn't quite muster up any words to answer. Doug continued, filling the empty space in the one-sided conversation, "Can't be taking up all my weekends, the wife will get bored and who knows what she'll get up to eh?" He chuckled.
The captain laughed back at the joke weakly. "Yeah, shouldn't be a problem now. Once the course is off and running it's basically on autopilot right?"
"A kind of autopilot, yeah," Doug agreed, his eyes drifting down to the edge of the desk, where the shadow of his wife's hair was just barely visible beneath the laminate edge. He watched the captain's knees shift under the desk, and swallowed.
"I'm pretty well done anyway, now. Can head home. My wife's around here somewhere actually. She brought me lunch." He stretched back in his seat, crossing an ankle over his knee, trusting his savoir-faire to put off any accusation. "If she wanders this way looking for me point her to the smoking section please."
A sweaty nod from the captain, whose combat-booted heels began tapping an irregular rhythm. "Uh. You got it."
Doug knew the officer was close, any second now, he needed to see it. He wanted to be looking this man in the face as he pumped his cum into his wife's hungry mouth, to know that she was inches away, worshipping a strange cock as she listened to his voice. Doug's cock throbbed in sympathy. Something wet, liquid and hidden, stifled below the desktop surface. A barely-heard gulp. A second, desperate one, the captain's eyes fluttered back against his will, then more soft gulping swallows.
Doug made a slow count to three, as he enjoyed the sound in the stillness, the audible evidence of her brazen lust and hunger for secret cock. An orgasm stolen away by her sneaky lips, the hot liquid reward sliding down her throat along with countless others today. "Okay. Cheers." He rose, slapping his hands on his thighs.
The captain's knees pressed forward suddenly, a fresh shudder licking through his body right behind his swallowed gasp.
Doug stepped out of the office, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft click. He didn't go far. He ducked around the corner into a short, dead-end hallway lined with filing cabinets, a spot that gave him a clear angle through the interior window into the captain's office. He watched, heart hammering, as a blonde head emerged from beneath the desk.
Sara rose, her lips glistening, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with two fingers. He dress was hiked up to her waist, her ass exposed, and she was adjusting her ponytail, looking down at the captain's still exposed, still hard cock, jutting from his lap. She stepped forward into him, her fingers curling around his shaft and pumping it slowly.
Then a small, warm hand clamped over the front of Doug's fatigues, finding his cock, already painfully hard again despite everything. He startled, his head whipping around. Terri, the young ginger medic from the field exercise, was pressed against his back, her soft tits warm against his shoulders, her freckled face tipped up to his, a wicked glint in her green eyes.
"I caught you watching," she whispered, her palm grinding against the pronounced ridge of his shaft. "Don't think I don't know what's going on. I saw your wife go in there a few minutes ago, and now you're hiding out here with a rock-hard erection." Her fingers found his zipper and tugged it down. "She doesn't know you like watching her like this does she?
Doug's breath hitched. He should have said no. He should have pushed her away. But through the window, his wife stepped in closer to the captain, her legs straddling his thighs as she slowly shifted upwards, his cock rubbing against her exposed clit. The captain's head thumped back into the chair again as she started rubbing her clit with his drooling cock head.
Terri began slowly stroking Doug now, his eyes locked on his wife. "Mmm, looks like she likes that dick." Doug's cock throbbed. "You ever see her take a cock in her slut pussy?"
Doug shook his head gently.
Terri grinned and stroked him faster. "I think you're about to Sergeant."
True to Terri's prediction his wife lifted her hips and shifted forward, sitting back down in his lap, slowly, an inch at a time. With each movement Doug knew there was more strange cock inside her. The captain's hands flew up to her hips and pulled her down. Doug watched as her hips rolled gently, her perfect ass clenching over and over, and he knew that for the first time, he was seeing his wife with another cock fully inside her.
Sara continued rocking, one hand rubbing her clit, the other braced on the Captain's chest.
Terri's hand stopped stroking, though it kept a firm grip on Doug’s shaft, as she was also mesmerized by the sight of his slutty wife getting herself on another cock. The potent mix of conflicting emotions crashed over Doug as he watched her fuck. The jealousy, perverted pride, possessiveness, voyeuristic thrill, it all formed a tight knot in his stomach, and in his groin. He felt questions he only half-wanted answers to bounce around his mind as his cock drooled semen across Terri's still fingers. Was this the first? How many were there? Was she going to cum on him? Was she going to make him cum inside her?
As he thought the last question, he came undone, and his hips bucked forward of their own volition, as he came. It was a powerful orgasm, ripping through him, though his poor drained cock didn't shoot cum so much as it emptied it onto Terri's hand. He braced himself against the wall as she stroked and milked him, his cum splattering onto the floor tile below. She whispered "That's it, get it all out for me. She's about to get hers too, isn't she?"
Doug barely managed to hold himself upright under Terri's relentless milking, and then it happened. The captain's fingers dug into Sara's ass, holding her down in his lap, and her head fell back, a muted moan barely audible through the glass. He was cumming. Doug was watching his wife being pumped full of another man's cum, right in front of him. A second orgasm ripped through him, and he fell back into Terri, who didn't let up, aiming to milk every last drop from him as he leaned back into her warm, heaving tits. Terri's groaned and Doug felt her other shoulder moving, her other hand furiously rubbing herself to orgasm, eyes locked on Doug's slut wife as Doug's cock throbbed
Finally Sara stood up from the Captain, taking a reluctant step back as she lifted herself from his lap.
Terri's hand was relentless on his shaft, milking him with slow, deliberate strokes even as his body sagged against her. The air in the dead-end hallway was thick with the smell of his spent seed, the wet sound of her fist working his oversensitive flesh obscenely loud in the quiet.
"Ssh," she breathed against his ear, her voice a hot whisper. "She'll hear you."
Through the window, Sara was smoothing her dress down over her hips, her thighs glistening. She leaned over the desk, planting a kiss on the captain's slack-jawed mouth, and Doug could see the smear of his cum on her lower lip as she pulled back. She was saying something, her head tilted, playful. The captain, utterly wrecked, could only nod.
Terri's other hand had slipped beneath the waistband of her own fatigues. Her hips ground against her palm in tight circles, her freckled face flushed, her green eyes fixed on Sara's retreating figure as she headed for the office door. Doug felt the medic's body tense against his back, her nipples hard points through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"You like that, don't you?" Terri whispered, her fingers tightening around his softening cock, coaxing another weak pulse of cum onto the tile. "Watching your wife get filled like a common slut. Fuck, that's hot. That's so fucking hot."
The office door opened. Sara stepped out, her heels clicking on the linoleum. She was heading for the main exit, toward the smoking section. Doug's heart seized. She was going to walk right past the corner he was hiding behind. Any second now she'd see him, see Terri wrapped around him, his cock in her fist.
He tried to pull away, but Terri held him fast, her grip iron. "Don't move," she hissed, her hips bucking harder against her own hand. "Don't you fucking move."
Sara's footsteps grew closer. Doug could see the edge of her blonde ponytail swinging as she walked. Ten feet. Five. She paused, just at the mouth of the dead-end hallway, and Doug's blood turned to ice. She was checking her phone, her thumb scrolling. She didn't look up. She turned, her heels clicking away toward the exit, and was gone.
Doug let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. His knees buckled, and he slumped against the wall, Terri's body the only thing keeping him upright.
"That was close," Terri breathed, but there was no fear in her voice. Only excitement. Her hand was a blur beneath her waistband now, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum. Watching her ride him like that, knowing you were getting off on it, I'm gonna..."
Her body seized against his back. She bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to bruise, as her orgasm ripped through her. Her hand clamped over his shaft, squeezing, as if trying to wring out one final drop. Doug felt the hot pulse of her release soak through her fatigues, her hips jerking against her palm in frantic, uncontrollable spasms.
Doug stayed frozen, his hand braced against the wall, his breath shallow and ragged. The sound of her muffled moans against his shoulder, the wet sounds of her orgasm, seemed impossibly loud in the empty hallway. He couldn't move. He could only stand there, his spent cock in this strange woman's grip, and listen to his wife's name fall from her lips in a choked, ecstatic whisper.
Finally, Terri's body went slack against him. She pulled her hand from his shaft, sticky with his cum, and withdrew hers from her own pants. She let out a long, shuddering sigh, her forehead resting between his shoulder blades.
"Well," she said, her voice hoarse but satisfied. "That was something."
Doug couldn't find words. He stared at the blank wall in front of him, his mind a swirling mess of guilt, arousal, and a strange, dark thrill. His wife was outside, smoking a cigarette, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd just been milked dry by a coworker while watching her take another man's cock.
Terri straightened, adjusting her uniform with practiced efficiency. She stepped around him, her freckled face flushed but composed. She paused at the mouth of the hallway, looking back at him with a small, knowing smile.
"I'll see you around, Sergeant." She walked away, her hips swaying, leaving Doug alone in the stale air of the dead-end hallway, his cock wet and spent, his cum in a puddle at his feet. He tucked himself away, caught his breath, and then went out to meet his wife at the smoking section.