The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03

Compartmentalization.

Lieutenant John Barnwell had always been good at it. In his line of work you had to be, he told himself. You can't afford to be preoccupied or distracted when you're landing an F-18 on the pitching deck of an aircraft carrier at sea.

But John seemed to be able to bring his ability to focus to most of his more mundane tasks, as well. Whether it was his daily duties as a Navy officer, or the time in class working on his graduate degree, or -- usually -- even his time spent studying, when it was time to concentrate, John was all business.

It was just every other moment of the day when he was starting to have a problem. Ever since his vivacious fiancé Allison had informed him that she was ready to cuckold him. And now that's where his mind went every second that he wasn't occupied professionally.

They had been teasing each other about the whole idea for a couple of years now, but there was something about her pronouncement the other day that told him that she was serious this time.

He had no reason not to believe her; and while for the most part, that thrilled him, he was also finding himself deeply unsettled at the prospect of moving from long-held fantasy to reality.

Because she was just being so damn clinical about it. All along, she hadn't dismissed out of hand her interest in having another, or a few more sexual partners before marriage. She had just pointed out the issues with doing it in the close-knit community where he worked, and ...

... she had grown up.

But now he had been transferred to northern Virginia, and they were surrounded by strangers that they would never see again after a year or so, and ... well, she was starting to reveal that she had been thinking seriously about how she wanted to do this for a long time!

When they had made the move, she had decided to go back to school herself, while working part-time. In a Hooters restaurant. Because she had worked in one before and didn't mind the drooling attention or the prudish scolding of the business' critics. She had fun and made good money. And God knows her body was built for the uniform.

And then there was this whole thing abouthow she wanted to do it. She didn't want him to watch. She didn't want him to know who the other guy was. She didn't want the other guy to know that he knew or was in on the game as part of a mutual kink. She wanted to cuck him with a stranger who thought he was getting one over on the tall, handsome Naval officer who must be neglecting or failing to satisfy his gorgeous young fiancé.

And finally ... she wanted to cuckold him gradually, slowly seducing this other mystery guy. Or letting him believe he was seducing her. One step at a time. And every little prize that she surrendered to the other guy, she was going to then deny to him.

That was such a perverse twist on every cuckolding story he had read since he had first realized he had this kink.

In his experience, adult women didn't yield gradually, like a ...