The Glimpse! Ch. 01

We held each other and before we drifted off to sleep I told her that it worked. She rocked my world and I loved her so much. We woke up early in the morning and made love most of the morning and drifted back to sleep.

That afternoon we got up and got some lunch and started catching up on her job, my next duty station and how our future was going to be. I knew in my heart that this was right. So I dropped down on my knee beside her table and asked her to marry me. She started bouncing in her seat and lunged out at me to wrap her arms around me and accepted.

When I got home on leave, Lisa and I were married within 2 weeks and we moved to Jacksonville. She gave notice at her job and having graduated with honors and having some experience she had little difficulty finding a job. Things were looking great.

I was looking good for promotion to Lieutenant Commander when my life changed. I was on the training range with 3 student pilots when one of them maneuvered too close and clipped my wing, knocking my aileron off and a foot of my starboard wing. The aircraft started to spiral a little bit and I was losing hydraulic fluid fast.

All kinds of lights and warnings immediately came on along with "Bitchin' Betty", the aircraft's warning system computer screaming 'EJECT-EJECT-EJECT'.

"Tower, this is "Mauler". I lost flight controls on the starboard wing. I have been ordered to eject. I am over the training range. Say good-bye to Gladiator 107!" Then, BOOM!

I thank God everyday that the parachute opened! The student that clipped me had minor damage to his vertical stabilizer and made it back to base. Our rescue helicopter "Hopper" soon picked me up.

While descending back to earth many thoughts ran through my head. I could have widowed my wife today. What if the damage was worse? What if the seat didn't work? What if the chute didn't open? Maybe I shouldn't have thought these things. I never used to. I was thinking that Lisa really didn't get how dangerous this job really is and she didn't deserve to be a widow over this. I can't do that to her. So, before I hit the ground I decided that when my obligation is up in a little over a year, so is my naval career.

Like I predicted, Lisa agreed with and fully supported my decision to resign my commission at the soonest available opportunity and find a job as a civilian pilot or one using my degree in Aviation Maintenance Administration.

A year later, I resigned and was immediately employed as a pilot for a major airline making the daily run from Jacksonville, to Raleigh, to Hartford, CT and back to Jacksonville. I made that run 4 days a week for a decent salary. I was going to miss those Hornets and the promising future as a naval officer, but at least I was still getting paid to fly and that's what I love to do. Lisa took comfort in that I was no longer going on deployments and entering hostile territory, and as she puts it, put my safety in the hands of a kid with his head up his ass.

I didn't seem to have as much time with her afterwards as I hoped to. Luckily, though, the weekends were ours and it was not much of a problem getting any time off that I wanted. We decided to wait a few years to have kids so we could enjoy each other.

Then, the few years came and we were ready so she took herself off of the pill. For some unknown reason it was hard for us to actually conceive. At first it was because I always seemed to be flying when she was ovulating. Then I started taking days off during ovulation and nothing! We really tried that year and finally went to see a specialist. He gave us thorough physicals and took samples and couldn't see any possible reason that we couldn't have a child. He said it was most likely stress, or trying to hard. Just relax and not worry about it. It will happen eventually, he told us.

So we did our best to just forget about it and relax. But after 3 years and still no pregnancy, it took its toll on Lisa. And me too, I suppose. She started getting moody and withdrawn until she consumed herself with work. Lisa put in very long hours and started working out in the gym on the weekends. She would always say she is sorry and was trying to keep her mind off of our inability to conceive. I really tried to tell her that all of this is putting a damper on our closeness and now she was taking our weekend and shortening it. She said that she just needs a little time to get her head around it. I didn't like it but I have always supported her during tough times and I wasn't going to stop now.

We had been married for seven years. Seven wonderful years. To me, Lisa turns more beautiful every day and as much as I didn't think it was possible, when I see her lying next to me in bed, I find that every day I fall deeper in love with her as I have ever been. And, believe it or not, we have never had an argument or even raised our voices to each other. If we have a problem or concern we calmly discuss it and mutually agree on the solution. So, why in the hell did I fuck this up?

All of that changed one night in December. My 727 trainer was retiring and had a party at this bar near his home in Raleigh. I talked with Lisa about it and she said that her company was getting ready for an ISO audit and she couldn't make it but encouraged me to take a day off and go. So that's what I did.

The Betrayal.

The place was packed to the gills and we were all having a great time. Most of us were drinking, dancing and having a good time. The problem I had was a flight attendant on my usual flight was relentless in her advancements towards me. This was happening a year ago until Lisa had enough of it and nipped it in the bud one night when we returned to Jacksonville and got off the plane. I had been politely turning down her advancements and telling Lisa about them, as we tell each other everything. No secrets. I thought Lisa was going to put Barbara in the ground. She was fit to be tied, to say the least.

Now, Lisa wasn't around and like usual alcohol lowers inhibitions and Barbara started in on me again. Most of the night I was able to avoid her, but I have to use the bathroom at some point. That's when she ambushed me. I had just finished taking a leak when the stall door opened up and all she said was "you're mine!" She had already locked the bathroom door and removed everything except her heels. She wasn't Lisa but still had a very nice body.

I tried to plead with her (apparently not hard enough) to stop but she pushed me back onto the commode and took my dick in her mouth and gave her best efforts to suck me dry. There was no finesse or sensuality about her. This was drunken animal lust! The bad part was watching this middle-aged woman rubbing her pussy while swallowing my cock made my cock throb and my brain forget everything. Roughly, I pulled her up and bent her over the commode and started slamming my hard member into her moist hole with frenzy. I gripped her hips and jerked her ass back to match my thrusts.

"Is this what you wanted? Huh? You little slut! You were craving my cock, weren't you!"

"Oh God yes, Joe! Give me your cock! Fuck the shit out of me! I've wanted you for so long, baby, make me your slut! Fuck me like the whore I am!"

We were both breathing heavy from the exertion. I started slapping her jiggling ass cheeks.

"MMmmm, yes Joe! Spank my ass! I need it Joe! I am a bad girl!"

"Yes you are, whore! You just wouldn't take no for an answer, would you! Now you have to pay." SLAP! His hand came crashing down on her ass and she squealed with delight.

I was getting exhausted. I was drunk, fucking her just a hard and fast as I could and I was ready to cum. I pulled out of her and sprayed my jizz across her back, even getting some in her hair. I don't know why, but I spread my sperm all over her back with my hands and leaned back against the stall door trying to catch my breath.

"Joe, that was great, honey! You fucked me pretty good. Do you fuck Lisa like that?"

The mere mention of my wife brought me back to sobriety and I got really nauseous. I pushed her out of the way and hurled my stomach contents. What the fuck did I just do! You fucking idiot! I thought.

Barbara stroked my back. "You ok, Joe?"

"Hell no! Look, just get dressed and get away from me! You got what you wanted, so now stay the fuck away from me!"

"Settle down, Joe. Relax! I won't say a word about this. This is between us. Lisa never has to know." She pleaded.

"Barbara, this is not an affair. This was a horrible mistake. And yes, Lisa will know about this because I am going to tell her when I get home and hope like hell she doesn't leave me! I appreciate everything you've done here this evening. So, please go!" I snarled.

Barbara stormed out of there after quickly getting dressed. I knew one of us would have to switch routes with someone. I figured it might as well be me since I probably won't have a place to live tomorrow night. I sure hope she can forgive me, but I'm sure I'll have a lot of groveling, begging and ass-kissing to do. Why was I so weak and stupid?

When I got home the next afternoon Lisa was still at work and I knew this wasn't going to be good. When she got home she hugged me and asked about the party. She saw that I had the weight of the world on my shoulders and asked what was wrong so I told her to sit down and hear me out.

"Lisa, you know we have always been open and honest with each other and never kept secrets. I know that's why we have been great with each other the last seven years. I'm not going to stop now. Baby, I made a horrible mistake last night. Before I go on I need you to know I love you more than anything in the world. You are my life; my soul! What happened was not any reflection on you."

Lisa interrupted. "Oh my God, please tell me you didn't. Please tell me you didn't fuck around on me!" The anger in her voice brought tears to my eyes. "Lisa, I have to get this out. You deserve that much." I took a deep breath. "We all had been drinking and I know I had more than my fair share of beers."

"Who was it with?" She barked.

"She had been coming on to me pretty strong all night. I have been turning her down to the point it wasn't even funny..."

"WHO?" She screamed.

"Barbara! She waited until I went to the bathroom and barged in the stall and pushed me down on the toilet and started, well..."

"What...Giving you head? And you didn't stop her! You let that bitch fuck you. And you couldn't stop her? Is that what you're telling me? You fucking asshole!"

"Honey, I'm so sorry. I was drunk. Hell, we all were. Before I knew it I was horny and didn't realize what I was doing. Sobriety certainly hit me when it was over, that's for sure. I never wanted to hurt you. I plan on changing my routes, or I would even quit if it would help and spend the rest of my life making this up to you, earning your trust again."

"You know? I planned on coming home today and talking to you about some changes I wanted to make in my work schedule. I know these last few years have been rough on you and I wanted to make things up to you. To get our marriage back to where it was before we started trying for a baby. I was going to take you to dinner...romance you...seduce you and vow to work on getting us back. And you come home and rob me of that by fucking that stewardess bimbo? Well, fuck you too!"

"Lisa I am so sorry!"

"Damn right you're sorry! You are a sorry motherfucker! So that's what I mean to you? You love me and it had nothing to do with me? Are you kidding me? You didn't realize what you were doing? You must think I'm fucking stupid!" She was now screaming at me.

My hands were shaking and I lowered face. What could I say?

"Look, Joe. I think you better leave. I can't look at you right now. I need time to cool down a little and try to think about all of this. I'm going for a drive and will be back later. Please be gone by the time I get home." She got up and left the house. I packed a suitcase and left the house. I hope this isn't the last time I live here. I then checked into a hotel and planned to give her as much time as she needed.

The next 2 days were complete hell. I called in sick to work. I surely didn't want to see Barbara and didn't think that the airlines wanted me to fly like this. I was just existing, barely conscience of my surroundings. The only thing keeping a bullet out of my mouth was the slim hope that our marriage could survive this.

The morning of the third day my cell phone rang and it was Lisa. She said it was time to talk and to come home right away. So I checked out of the hotel and headed home. When I got there, Lisa was in the kitchen and looked normal in her jeans and T-shirt. Her eyes were blood shot from crying but looked a lot better than I did. She had me sit down at the dining room table and started talking.

"Ok, Joe. There are some things I need to know. I love you and really want this marriage to work, but all of that depends on you. Do you love her?"

"Oh, Lisa! No! Absolutely not! She repulses me. I love you! No one else."

"Alright. You have never lied to me before and you were honest about this so for now I will believe you. How long has this been going on? How long have you been fucking her?"

"It was just this one time. After you had your little talk with her last year she hasn't said nor done anything until the party. I swear! Lisa this was a mistake. Can you please forgive me? You're right though; I have never lied to you and never will."

"Right now it is not in me to forgive you. You devastated me. I don't think you have any idea what this feels like. But if you want to stay married to me, then you need to know how it feels."

"Lisa, I would give anything to stay married to you. Just tell me."

"I need to feel some measure of revenge. I can't leave it like this. It hurts too badly. So, I am going to take in a lover and let him fuck me raw. I want you in the house when he is here so you can hear it first hand. Can you agree to this? Or shall I call a lawyer now? The choice is yours."

"How long will this go on?" I asked, now completely defeated. I loved her so much. I don't want to lose her.

"As long as it takes to make you feel my pain, make me feel better and humiliate you like you did me. It could be once, twice or twenty times. Who knows, but you have no say in it. When I decide to break it off you will know. Only then can I go on as your wife. Does that answer your question?"

"Yes it does. I don't like it but what choice do I have. Just give me one thing though...please...not in our bed." I begged her.

"That's right. You have no choice at all except to deal with it or let's divorce. And I will fuck him anyplace I see fit. You brought this on yourself. Remember that. And when this is over I'm sure you will never forget it again."

She was right. I never have forgotten it!

The Revenge.

That weekend when I woke up in the spare room, I was headed to the kitchen to pour myself some coffee when I was stopped dead in my tracks. Lisa was making out on the couch with what looked like a Navy guy. Lisa looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey Joe. Did you sleep well? I did! I want you to meet LTCDR Rob Shaller. You two have some things in common. He is an instructor at your old squadron. And a wonderful kisser, possibly better than you. I don't know how he fucks yet, but in a little while I'm going to find out. Well, I hate to be rude, but you are interrupting us, so kindly go back to the spare room and give us some privacy."

A fucking pilot! And a LTCDR at that! Oh-ho-ho, I know he's eating this up! But, I agreed to this so I need to take my punishment like a man and save my marriage. I poured a cup of coffee and went back to the spare room like I was told.

Man this hurt! I sat on the bed and held my face in my hands.

If I would have thought about it at the time, I probably would have taken pictures and had him court-martialed for Adultery and Conduct Unbecoming of an Officer. Naval aviators are supposed to be above this kind of display.

Within minutes I heard them giggling as they walked past the spare bedroom door and heard my bedroom, our bedroom, door close. I remember thinking "What the hell? This is what I specifically asked her not to do!"

"Baby, please don't do this!" I shouted, begging her.

"Hey! You brought this on yourself, asshole! Now leave us be." She shouted back.

I slumped down on the bed. Ok, Joe! Suck it up, man. You played now its time to pay.

Shortly after, I heard him moaning, complimenting her on her blowjob skills. I really wished I didn't have to hear this.

"Mmm...Rob! Your cock is delicious! Mmmm." She cooed louder than normal making sure to rub it in my face.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me like a little slut! You like it when I suck your balls? Huh?"

Finally his moaning stopped and hers began. "Oh God, your tongue is awesome! I don't think I've ever had my pussy licked like that...ever!"

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to put myself somewhere else. She had never really been this vocal with me. Never so raunchy and aggressive. "Come up here, lover! Make me your bitch! Fuck me hard!"

For the next hour and 36 minutes I listened to all kinds of sounds. Both of their screams. Moans. Teases. But what really got me was the constant belittlement and comparisons she vocalized. "Joe never felt this good!" "I have never felt so full." "You fuck so much better than my lame husband!" Oh yeah, I heard it all. I hope this was the end of it.

I have never felt devastation like that before. Tears rolling down my cheeks. My heart was shattered! Humiliated is an understatement and wasn't sure how much more I could have taken. Lisa definitely made her point and that's what hurt worse. How badly I hurt her, I wanted to die!

They showered together, something we haven't done in over a year. Then she walked him to the door and he left. Shortly after, she came to me and told me to change her bed sheet. She doesn't want to sleep on the wet spot. My first instinct was to explode, but I took a deep breath and did what she asked. I asked if she was finished torturing me and she smiled and said "Not by a long shot!"

I barely slept an hour that night. I felt nauseated and my heart was in turmoil. I love her so much and I hate myself for doing this to her. For putting her in the mindset to do this to me!

The next day I got up and went to get breakfast for us, trying for a piece offering. I hoped that she woke up feeling vindicated so we could talk this out and pick up the pieces of our marriage. But somehow I knew this wasn't over. When I got home, she was in an oversized T-shirt at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, Lisa. I brought us some coffee and breakfast." I tried to kiss her cheek but she backed her face up. Ok, so it was too soon, but I was trying, I sat her coffee and biscuits in front of her and she just looked at me. Suddenly, she got up and threw the biscuits in the trash and poured the coffee down the drain. What was this all about? Hatred?

"I don't want anything from you right now, ok?"

"Lisa, you got your revenge. I know how you felt and you will never know how sorry I am that I hurt you. I hate myself for that. Please, let's work this out. Let's talk through this, Please!" I said, pleading with her.

"I'm not ready to talk, yet. So, whatever you do today, make sure you are here at 5:00. Rob will be back then."

I was crushed! Words can't describe the despair she put me in, or the despair I brought on myself. True to word, Rob arrived at 5:00 sharp. She answered the door and in minutes she led him in the kitchen where I was sitting. She stood in front of him with her ass pressed against his bulge. She guided his hands all over her breasts and tummy. She was looking at me and smiling devilishly.