Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 02

"How do you feel about a man hitting another man?" His eyes were dilated, he was up on the balls of his feet. He was going to hit me. "He'd better make the first hit really count."

The swing came from ten miles away. He expected me to stand still and get hit! I grabbed the extended arm and pulled him forward, slamming his collarbone into a lamp post. We all heard the bone snap.

He screamed in pain and sat down on the ground. His right arm was useless. Sandra had already moved to his wife. I turned to her and noticed some aging bruises.

"Do you have kids with him?"

"No."

"Do you have family you can go to?"

"Yes, my mom lives up by Atlanta. I can go there."

Sandra asked, "We you on your way in or out of the restaurant?"

"In. Is he going to be alright?"

"Someday. He needs to go to the hospital and have his collarbone set. He won't be able to use that arm for a few weeks, but that will give him time to think. Let's go inside. I'll call an ambulance for him and we'll buy you dinner."

I didn't wait for an answer. We surrounded her and walked her inside. The person at the reservations desk said, "I saw what happened and called an ambulance. Your table is waiting." She led us to a very nice table and when she left us the waiter served the menus.

Our guest looked over the menu and softly said, "This is too pricey for me."

"You aren't paying." Sandra said. "Just pick something you would like. We can afford it."

The waiter came back, told us the specials and I saw our guest's eyes flare when he mentioned the almond crusted halibut. I winked at Sandra and said to the waiter, "I think we should try the almond crusted halibut. Would you like that Sandra?" She nodded. "Dear lady?" She smiled and nodded. He asked if we wanted Caesar salad or baby greens. "Caesar," I answered.

After he left I looked at our guest and said, "I hope you don't mind my ordering for you. You've had enough traumas for today and ordering could just add confusion."

"I love halibut. Thank you."

We found out they had been married a year. He had lost his job three months before and she was supporting them working in a dry cleaners. He had become more and more violent since he lost his job. Today was her payday and he demanded she take them out for dinner. She had reminded him that if they ate here it would mean they didn't have enough for the rent. That's when we arrived.

"Nick, can I borrow the cell phone?"

"Sure, Honey." I handed it to her.

"Margie, Sandra. Would you call Betty and ask her if she still wants someone at her dry cleaners?" Call me right back on Nick's cell. I'll explain."

Our salads came and we started eating. The cell rang and Sandra answered. She thanked Margie and hung up.

"If you want it, we have a job for you in the dry cleaners in our town. You'll be three hundred miles from his abuse and you'll have a fresh start."

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"Because everyone deserves a good life." I said.

"How will I get there?"

"We leave in the morning. I have a pick up and we can put your stuff in the back."

Dinner came and went. She savored every bite, beginning to feel the freedom we offered. After we finished the meal, and had answered the first dozen questions about home, we discovered the bill wasn't coming. The manager had comped the meal because we had kept the angry man outside.

We drove Pat home and Sandra helped her pack. An hour later the phone rang and Pat answered. We heard half the conversation.

"No, I won't come get you." "No, I won't be here when you get here. I'm leaving you. The next time you hear from me it will be when you're served divorce papers." "Yes, I'm serious." "I know you won't hit me, ever again. Because, I won't be here for you to hit!" "Good bye, Carl." She hung up. I reached over and took the phone off the hook. Ten minutes more and we were out the door.

As we got in the truck Pat said, "Wait! You said you were leaving in the morning. Where will I stay tonight? Shouldn't I stay here?"

"If Carl gets home later tonight, do you want to be here?"

"No."

"Then you'll stay with us. There are two big beds in the room. You can have the one we haven't messed up." Sandra said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now, relax. You're with friends."

She was sitting between us and within the drive to our hotel she did not relax.

I parked the truck in valet parking so it would be inside a parking structure and out of sight. Pat wanted to get some things and we helped her find them in the back of the truck.

We walked in and to our room. Pat walked like a woman who had had the self-esteem punched out of her. Sandra put her arm around her shoulders and she flinched. Sandra left it there and spoke softly to her all the way to the room. I opened the door. Sandra turned to me and said, "Go to housekeeping and get shampoo, soap and two bottles of lotion, would you Honey?"

"I'll be right back."

I went to the front desk. I spoke to the manager and told her most of the story.

"I need extra lotion, shampoo, soap and towels. If you need to add a charge to our room, it's Ok."

She smiled and went into the office behind the front desk. When she returned she gave me a bag with extra soaps, shampoos, lotions and conditioners in it.

"By the time you get to your room someone will be there with extra towels. Thank you, for being the kind of couple who would help."

I smiled, said thanks and went back to our room. Standing in the hallway with a stack of towels was a young man. It was the same young man who had delivered the iced tea. I took the towels and gave him a buck.

"Sorry for the poor tip. If you'd like I'll take my clothes of and let you look, but I don't really think that's what you want."

He hurried down the hall, saying, "No, this is fine. Have a good evening."

I opened the door and heard water running in the bathroom. I knocked and said I was back. Sandra came out and took the supplies. She was nude and wet.

"Getting clean is good therapy." She said as she ducked back inside. I turned on the TV and watched part of a movie I had seen while I was in the Navy hospital. The movie was almost over when they came out of the bathroom. Sandra opened the extra bed and helped Pat into it. She was wearing one of my t-shirts. It hit her two inches below her pussy. Sandra was also wearing one. It hit her at the bottom edge of her pussy.

"The bathroom is all yours, Honey."

I went in and did my nightly routine. As I turned to leave I realized I was nude. I sleep nude unless I'm sleeping in the back of my truck. I opened the door a little and said, "Pat, would you please close your eyes?"

"Sure!" Sandra answered. I opened the door and stepped out. Sandra was sitting on the bed, nude, with her legs crossed. Pat was in her bed, still wearing my t-shirt. Both were looking right at me.

Realizing it was too late to cover up I just walked to my bed and pulled the covers back.

Pat spoke. "Sandra told me you two are on your honeymoon. I'll turn towards the wall and I promise not to look. I know you were both counting on having sex."

Sandra moved to me and kissed me. My cock immediately leaped up. She broke the kiss and pulled me onto the bed.

I shut off the room lights and let her pull me into an embrace. I glanced over and Pat was facing the far wall. I returned Sandra's kiss. Soon, I had forgotten we weren't alone. Sandra sucked me, and pinched my nipples. I moved to her breasts and they were extra sensitive so when I sucked it didn't take much and she was thrashing around and urging me on.

On our sides we 69ed for a while and Sandra came, her scream muffled by having my cock in her mouth. I moved into position to participate in the missionary prayer of Thanksgiving and Sandra said, "Stuff me full, please."

I slid into her slippery places and as I pulled back the first time Sandra said, "You can watch if you want to, Pat. I think, if you will, it will just turn us on more."

I didn't look. I looked at my cock sliding in and out of Sandra coated with our juices.

"You are my hero, Nick!" Her legs wrapped around me pulling me into her.

"I love how you take care of me." She pinched my nipples.

"I want you to fill me up! Love me!"

I had my hands by her shoulders, supporting my upper body. She grabbed my wrists and moved my hands to her tits. I squeezed and she arched her back and groaned.

I heard a sound to my left and looked. Pat was sitting on the bed nude with both hands at her pussy, her eyes were on us, glazed in lust. When I looked she said, "Fuck her good! Show her you love her!"

Sandra looked at Pat and said, "Kiss me. Be my sister. Kiss me."

Pat moved to our bed and kissed Sandra. Sandra knew how to make love to a woman and she drew Pat in and loved her. I pounded away at Sandra. As they kissed I saw Sandra's hand find mine and move it to Pat's ass.

Pat reached back and moved my hand to her pussy. I probed and caressed her as I continued to plunge into Sandra. I was getting closer and closer to losing control. My balls had already pulled up so high I had a lump in my throat.

"I'm going to cum!" I said. As I said it I shoved my thumb into Pat's pussy and used my knuckle against her clit. She shuddered and arched. She came! I lost my load and slammed into Sandra pushing my doomed swimmers into the dead end of their lives. Sandra arched her back, pulled Pat's breast into her mouth and screamed.

Pat collapsed! I pulled back and out of Sandra and plopped beside her.

We hadn't even been married a week and already there was another woman in our bed! Life is good!