INTRODUCTION
My name is Miles Davis and yes, I’m aware there is some old musician with the same
name. A trumpet blower, I think. I’m not very musically inclined. I know three cords for a
guitar, but I don’t own one. I can play a radio or stereo, but that’ about it. People
always asked me if I was related and it stopped being funny when I discovered he was
black. This is the story of my three wives.
Wife one:
I shouldn’t have been surprised that Jan was a slut. I mean I first saw her at a
party and she was being screwed by two of my shipmates. I was in the Navy then, stationed
at the Naval Air Station in Jacksonville Florida.
It was at a division party and I accidentally wandered into the bedroom they were
using. I remember being struck dumb and immobile. I stood quietly and watched her being
serviced by the two men. At first one of them, I don’t remember his name, was behind her
while she sucked the second guy’s cock.
After a while, they both got in her. One man, a rather large gunner’s mate second
class, lay on his back and she mounted him facing away with his cock in her ass. The
second man, a corpsman, I think, entered her pussy and made a sandwich out of her. I
remember she was quite vocal while they did her.
That was the first time I was ever just a spectator and I watched them for a long
time until it became uncomfortable being just a voyeur. I quietly slipped out while she
loudly encouraged them to fuck her harder and deeper.
I didn’t run across her again for several weeks. That happened at a beach party
down the coast at Atlantic Beach. On that occasion, Jan was with a newly crowned chief
petty officer. I suspect that was the reason for the party, but none of us needed much of
a reason to party. The opening of a pack of cigarettes was reason enough.
Jan was easy to spot because she was a stunning beauty wearing a tiny fire engine
red bikini. Easy to spot and easy on the eye. I was certain she didn’t recognize me
because she was very drunk and very busy the last time I saw her.
I was a little surprised that she was with our newest chief petty officer because
Chief James Howard was married and his wife was in Jax with him. I didn’t find out until
a little later that Jan was Chief Howard’s sister.
After learning that bit of news, I moved in to get better acquainted with the
lovely Jan Howard. I carefully maneuvered her away from the other randy studs and her
watchful big brother. I moved her farther down the beach and installed her on the blanket
I brought. I also made sure I carried plenty of beer with me so that I wouldn’t have to
leave her alone. I was well aware some of the guys were hovering around like buzzards just
waiting for an opportunity to swoop in and carry her away.
As we became better acquainted and somewhat more inebriated I learned she was a
student at Jacksonville College. I learned that she was living with her brother and
sister-in-law and that the sister-in-law didn’t like Jan. It was much later I discovered
why Chief Howard’s wife didn’t like Jan, but more about that later. I found out that Jan
was nineteen and that her parents were separated.
I and a friend had moved off base into an apartment right after I made second class
petty officer and we could afford it. That was all well and good, but my roommate got
transferred and left me with rent too high for me to comfortably afford. I was desperately
trying to find someone to move in and help me pay my rent.
Somehow that came up during the time Jan and I were getting to know one another.
She became interested in my plight and recommended a friend she knew.
“Do you know Frank Howser?” she asked me. “He’s a hospital corpsman at the base
hospital.” I told her I did not know the pecker-checker. “He told me just a few days ago
he wanted to move off base,” Jan said. “You are not race prejudice, are you? Frank is
black.” I informed her I didn’t care if he was orange as long as his money was green. “Why
don’t you and I go to your apartment and I’ll check it out for Frank?”
I told her I thought it was a great suggestion. Chief Howard didn’t seem to agree
with me, but gave up when Jan informed him we were going. He watched us leave the beach
and if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead there on the sand.
I lived in an apartment complex a mile down Roosevelt Boulevard from the NAS main
gate and two blocks over. It was build with naval personal in mind. Cheaper than some
apartments and without some of the frills. No swimming pool or tennis courts. They hadn’t
spent much on landscaping either, but it suited me just fine.
I lived on the ground floor in back in a big two-bedroom apartment. The furniture
came with the rent and was nothing fancy. The only things in the apartment that belonged
to me were the small TV, the stereo, and my bed.
The bed that came with the apartment was so bad I couldn’t stand it. There was a
large sag in it and I awoke with a backache every morning until I replaced it. That night
I was glad I splurged and got a king-sized bed because Jan and I were all over the thing.
I was twenty-three that year and I had been around the block several times. I had
fucked my share of women, but Jan was something all together different. There was nothing
demure about her. She initiated sex with me and she wasn’t at all shy telling me what she
wanted me to do.
“Fuck my ass, Miles,” she said after we had fucked the regular way twice. “I love a
stiff cock in my ass, so slam it in me and let’s rock and roll.”
That night I found out that there was nothing Jan didn’t like about sex. When my
cock got soft, she went down on me until it was hard enough to be usable again. I thought
she was going to kill my ass. She finally let me sleep after three house of constant
hard-driving fucking.
She woke me up early the next morning by sucking on my cock and I left for the base
totally drained. She was lying naked on the bed, smiling and fingering her pussy as I
left. Since she was on summer break from college, she informed me that she would be
waiting for me when I got off and for me to hurry back.
I left unworried that she might steal my things, because I didn’t have anything
worth stealing. Frankly, I wasn’t in any big hurry to get back to the sexual dynamo, but
by the time I got off work I was rested and randy again.
I ran into the apartment hard and ready, but I wasn’t ready for what I saw. Jan was
on the floor in the living room with a rather large black man on top of her.
“Come on, Frank!” she was yelling. “Fuck the shit out of me, man! Give me that
beautiful black cock!” Frank was sure giving her all he could. His black slimy cock was
working a froth around her pussy. Having been in the service for several years I had seen
a lot of cocks, but ol’ Frank’s dick was one of the bigger I had seen.
His cock had Jan’s pussy all stretched out and when he withdrew it looked like part
of her cunt was also coming out. It was readily apparent that he had unloaded in her at
least once, because there was a pool of cum stains on the carpet beneath them and more
leaking out around his black piston.
“Good, you’re home, Miles,” Jan said looking up at my astonished face. “I’m in the
mood for some salt and pepper fucking so get naked.”
Since I was sporting a throbbing cock from watching them, I complied with her
demand. I tossed pieces of my uniform in all directions until I was as naked as they
were.
Since Frank seemed to be monopolizing her lower half, I went to her head and
presented her with my dick to suck. She latched onto my throbbing cock and sucked me
until I came in her hot mouth.
“Frank, this is Miles,” Jan said jerkily because he was still pounding her cunt
hard. “Miles, Frank…Oh God! I cuming again,” she screeched loudly wrapping her legs around
his back. “Fuck! That feels good! Do my ass,” she demanded. I wasn’t sure which one of us
she was talking to. I wasn’t in any shape to fuck her anywhere.
“Goina have to wait a while,” Frank groaned, dropping another load in her. He lay
still a few moments and then rolled off her. His cock was softer, but still huge and it
came out of her with a loud plop and a gush of his cum.
“Eat my pussy, Miles,” she said using her fingers to open her gash wider.
“I don’t think so,” I said. I had stuck my tongue in a cum filled cunt from time to
time, but it had always been my juice.
“Oh well,” she said with a laugh. “It was worth a shot. Let’s have a beer and you
assholes get them things up and ready again.”
She leaped to her feet in one fluid motion like a gymnast and walked naked to the
kitchen. She brought Frank and I a beer.
“Hey, man,” Frank said offering me his giant black paw. “How you doin’?”
“I’m great,” I told him.
“I like this place,” he said. “What’s it goina cost me?” I told him what the rent
was and that it included utilities. “I can live with that,” he said. “I just made first
class so I have a few extra bucks. How much longer you got on this tour of duty?”
“I haven’t been here very long,” I informed him. “I’ll be here at least another
year. My enlistment is up about the same time.”
“Going to ship-over?’ he asked. Having a conversation with a dude while naked was a
bit unusual, but it didn’t seem to bother him or Jan.
“I’m still thinking about it,” I answered. “I have an opportunity to buy into a
business so I may get out.”
“Yeah? What kind of business?” he asked. I told him that my old high school buddy
had proposed that we get into the computer business.
“Sounds righteous,” he said. “Lot of money in computers, I hear.” I asked him if he
was a lifer. “Hell no!” he answered with a laugh. “I’m getting my medical degree at night.
I’ll be a medical doctor in a few years. I may have to stay in the Navy until I get all
the fucking loans paid off, but after that, I’m going for the big bucks. You want a
blackberry for a roommate?”
“Like I told Jan,” I answered. “I could care less what your skin color is. As long
as you pay your share of the rent every month you will be welcome.”
“Enough of that shit,” Jan said. “You boys got a boner yet? I want a double fuck
and ol’ Miles is just the right size to fit in my ass.”
Two men threesomes are difficult to work, but Frank and I seemed to work well
together. Neither of us minded the casual contact between us as long as the delectable Jan
was in the mix. The three of us fucked the afternoon and early evening away in several
combinations.
After she had drained us, she was still revved up and ready for more. Frank and I
had no more and we told her that. We went to a barbecue joint and had dinner. Then the
three of us made several trips to Frank’s barracks to move his stuff to the apartment.
After the last trip, Jan made an announcement that surprised both Frank and me.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” she said. “I’m moving in too so we have to go get my
shit.” I asked her where she intended to sleep. “Until Frank gets a bed that won’t break
my back, I’ll sleep with you,” she told me. “For the sake of discussion let’s say, I’m
living with Miles. That’s what we are going to tell my brother and his bitch wife. In
reality, I’ll be living with both of you. I fuck whoever and whenever I feel like. Do
either of you have a problem with that?”
Frankly, I did have a tiny problem with it, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. I kind
of wanted to see how it would play out.
It took us a couple of days to get the logistics worked out and get them moved in
and set up. Since Frank’s TV was better than mine we used his and moved mine into my
bedroom. My stereo was better so his went into storage.
Chief Petty Officer Howard was not a happy camper upon learning that his baby
sister was living with two men. He growled and made nasty comments and threats all of
which we ignored. He wasn’t in my division so he had no command influence over me or
Frank.
When Jan made the announcement was when I met the evil sister-in-law, Gina. Gina
Howard was a small pretty woman with a chest to die for. Great big tits that her bra and
blouse couldn’t hardly contain. I couldn’t help but wonder what they would like
unclothed.
“I think it’s great,” Gina said, putting a damper on Chief Howard’s protest. “It’s
time Jan got out of our house.” That statement effectively ended the argument. Frank and I
helped Jan load her clothes and a few other things and we shoved off.
A few days later, I asked Jan what the trouble was between her and Gina.
“You mean besides the fact she is a fourteen caret gold bitch?” Jan said. “Ah
hell,” she said with a short laugh. “Several things I guess. She don’t like me because she
knows I know she was fucking around on Jimmy when he was pulling his last sea duty. She’s
well aware that if I tell Jimmy he would toss her skanky ass out of the door.”
“You know or you suspect?” I asked.
“I know it for a fact,” she said. “I walked in on her and some asshole fucking like
bunnies. That was before I moved down here. I didn’t know Jimmy was at sea and I paid
them a surprise visit. Surprise! That was the first time I caught her fucking around, but
not the last.”
“Why didn’t you tell your brother?” I asked.
“Hey, who am I to be a ratfink?” she asked. “Besides I’m sure big brother got him
some while he was gone. It just drives Gina crazy that I know about her. I think she’s
worried that I will tell him.”
“You said there were several reasons,” I prompted.
“Yeah,” she said with a grin. “She may be pissed at me because I made her share her
boyfriend with me that day. After her fucker dumped a load of cum in my cunt, I made Gina
clean it out with her tongue. Then again, she didn’t seem too upset over that. While she
ate my pussy, the guy fucked her so she got some, too. I guess it’s because I wouldn’t
swear not to tell Jimmy.”
“Since you didn’t intend on telling why didn’t you swear?”
“Because she should have known the slut’s code,” Jan said. “I wonder when Frank is
getting in. I could use another dick tonight.”
“He’s got classes until late,” I said. “What the hell is the slut’s code?”
“Once a woman has identified another slut there is an unwritten code that states
one slut won’t talk about another slut. The Sisterhood of Sluts is very strict about that.
You wouldn’t believe the secrets I know about other sluts.”
“But you told me about Gina,” I said. “Doesn’t that violate the code?”
“No, because Gina hasn’t admitted being a slut,” Jan said as if that made sense. I
suppose it did to her. “I can freely talk about any woman who hasn’t admitted being a slut
or about whores.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A whore get paid for fucking,” Jan said. “A slut just fucks for fun. I haven’t
ever accepted pay, so I’ve kept my slut status.”
I thought she had drawn some fine lines, but I didn’t mention it. Apparently, a
slut can accept free rent, free food and whatever else she can get as long as it’s not
actual cash.
***
Since Frank and I didn’t work the same schedule all the time we weren’t always home
at the same time. I worked a rotating watch and Frank worked straight days so he could go
to school. Days or night, one or both of us was there fucking the insatiable Jan.
I was aware that we were not the only men she was fucking. I know this because she
told me. The first time she picked up a guy at the next apartment complex. Jan was using
their swimming pool. If the apartment manager knew she was an interloper, nothing was ever
said. I found lot later Jan was fucking him, too.
“Hi Miles,” Jan said when I came in the apartment. I knew without being told she
had just been fucked. Jan always got a rosy glow after sex and she was glowing. I figured
Frank had come home for a nooner.
“Naw, Frank is working,” Jan said after I inquired. “I picked up a skivvy stacker
next door. What a lousy fuck. All dick and no substance.” A skivvy stacker is a Navy slang
for a storekeeper, one of the oldest Navy Ratings. Storekeepers are tasked with
maintaining ship or company supply stores. Their responsibilities generally include
purchasing and procurement, shipping and receiving, and issuing of equipment, tools,
consumable items or anything else obtained through the Naval Supply System.
“You used a rubber, I hope,” I said. I damned sure didn’t want a dripping dick or
worse.
“Of course,” she said. “You and Frank are the only ones that get to fuck me
bareback. Speaking of that, we’re getting low on condoms.” I’m not exactly sure how it
became my responsibility to furnish condoms. However, I did because it seemed self-serving
even though I didn’t have to wear them. This was before AIDS came on the scene, but there
were some mean sexually transmitted crud going around.
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