Antoinette (Anne for short) and Jim had been married for 15 years. Both active duty Navy for the first 7 and then Jim got out after his rating had been merged and downsized. He went on to work as a contractor being deployed as often as she was. Currently their three kids we at home with with Anne’s mother while Jim was working on an undisclosed aircraft carrier and Anne was spending a blustery 3 weeks in Florida working up her squadron, and getting flight time for the pilots. As maintenance lead they had dropped 2-3 engines a week run maintenance rebuilt what they had too and generally were rocking the shit out of their job. But as usual tensions were beginning to run higher and energy was running low.
After maintenance meeting on Friday Anne had stayed behind in the off with the Maintenance Chief to go over next weeks schedule and the training schedule. Which had taken about 3 minutes of their scheduled 1 hour meeting time and they were now in Tom’s room she was bent over his bed his cock easing in and out of her. “We need to…. fuck just like that… have a BBQ or somethmmmmm yessss.” Anne was a petite little red head, short hair, soft skin, freckles down to her breasts the swing back and forth. A tinker bell tattoo and a bubble butt that shook with each thrust into her neatly trimmed pussy. It gripped and pulled his hard shaft as he pulled out, the muscles threatened to make cum too early.
Tom growled and grabbed her neck like he was in control “You know I hate it when you talk work when we fuck.” Holding her up off the bed by her neck his cock buried deep. Anne looked back at him pushing back and beginning to flex her muscles and pull his cock with long rolls of her ample hips. Reaching back she held him in place and took control. “Mmmm choke me then but don’t leave marks,” she gasped as he tightened his strong hands, a whimpered “yessss” passing through her pink supple lips. He growled at losing control again she did this to him every time, but it was sooo good. He came deep into her as she went stiff, arching back into him. Warm fluid filling her and running down his balls and her legs, not as much as when she squirts but damn she was went and the muscles were intense. He then dropped her and went to shower. She was gone when he got back probably showering at the gym to knee up appearances.
She was right though they needed to do something for the crew, they had been working hard and deserved at least something from their higher ups. He knew Anne or AD1 as he called her at work be back to her professional self in the shop running the team through their paces. She was one of only two females in his division and the other was his boss. That left 8 guys in the shop, next week was stand down and training, all review but mandatory, this weekend was off with no flights and no maintenance unless something happened today. The another three weeks of heavy maintenance and quick turn around repairs. He need his team back to top shape by then. He found the Commander in her office writing awards, for the trip, “Chief”, “Ma’am,” they greeted each other formalities done. “I think the guys need a good time this weekend.” She thought it over, “MWR could sponsor a BBQ and maybe give the First class mess some money for drinks.” Tom smiled. “That’s what AD1 Was thinking.” The commander smiled. She knew of the arrangement and was only disappointed in not having the Chief to call on for her needs. “Too bad there are not more females in the department, most probably need to blow off some steam.”
“There is only two of you and I don’t think your about to put yourself on the platter. And I don’t know that AD1 would want to put herself out there like that although according to rumor it wouldn’t be the first time.” The commander smiled, “Only a couple of times, and the last time was back when I was a Lieutenant Commander. Fond memories.” The Chief almost choked on his coffee. “Ma’am” he said accusingly. She smiled her tightly wound bun of auburn hair, and big brown eyes glittered with amusement. She was as tall as Tom at 6’ and had some pretty amazing curves even partially hidden in the flight coveralls. “Chief not all women are this way but many are, sex is sex, it is a need like water, food and shelter. Some need it less than others but it’s a part of life.” She takes a drink of coffee. “Are you telling me to ask AD1 to be the crew whore?” She looked at the Chief he was handsome, late 30’s, in shape and broad chested, and according to AD1 had a decent member. “ I think you should ask her to do what is necessary, there are only 3 or 4 airmen who need the type of service she can provide. If it was all 8 I know she could handle that as well, she did 12 last year after the command olympics, she was our “tribute bet” for last year.”
Chiefs eyebrows rose, he knew she had been a little more competitive than usual, “Wait, her husband wasn’t deployed for that!” She smiled again, “You don’t know do you?” Tom looked blankly for a moment. “They are swingers Tom, we met on accident while stationed in Tennessee, had a few fun times then cut it off when we moved out here and joined this command. Have her call her husband from your phone, they have a code for this kind of thing and clear the way. Trust me Tom he won’t be bothered, he has his own outlet on the ship he is on.”
– – – – – Somewhere in the Ocean – – – – –
Jim was relaxing in his bunk reading a book, the officers quarters were nice, larger bunks more storage but he had been used to small enlisted bunks so had a lot of left over room in the storage areas provided for the contractors luckily it allowed him to keep his tools separate from the crews. It had been a slow underway not too many problems to fix and had left time for him to try and improve the ships systems while he was onboard. He had requested a few newer systems equipment ahead of time so he could install them ahead of refitting next year making his work load in-port almost as easy as being underway. His radio squawked “COMO to Juliette. Over.” He grabbed the radio off the charger. Hopefully the had agreed to the lockout-tagout over the next couple of days while flights we on a break. “This is Juliette Go ahead. Over” They had given all the contractors names based on their first initial. “Please come to Radio. Over out.” Jim rolled out his rack in his empty berthing, there had been a few others bunked in the berthing at the beginning but being directly under the flight deck the rest had moved as soon as they could. The noise aside privacy was more important to Jim. He had set up a TV a console and had a few officers here and there who would swing by for a few games. He pulled on his khakis and a polo shirt pulled his grey streaked black hair back into a pony tail and put on his boots and glasses grabbed his jacket and headed down to radio. It was 130 on the main deck but Radio was a constant 50-60 degrees.
He rang the bell and waited. Jim was about 5’9” blue grey eyes and had a goatee, he showed his ID to the camera and the door unlatched with a loud clank. Walking Jim puts on his jacket and walks through the tech points to the Comms officers office. Knocking he enters, “Sir did they approve the tagout?” The African American man looks up, they had known each other for a long time. “Call me Vince your not enlisted any more, and technically your the same rank as me. And no idea on the tagout, phone.” Jim grabs the phone as Vince leaves the office. “This is Jim.”
Obviously on speaker phone he could hear over the status two people breathing. “Hey hun.” Jim smiled “Hey baby Keep It clean it’s a monitored line.” Anne rolled her eyes at Tom. “Understood, hey work needs me to be part of a support package.” Jim smiled, “Really” his voice slightly husky but giving nothing away. “How many stops?” Anne took a moment “At most 8 but you know how these things are some may not come through.” Jim was getting a hard on and sat down at his desk on the other side of Vince’s desk. “Nice great opportunity, I assume its a command function for the higher ups any Press?” Anne was getting hotter, even in the clinical code the fact that she was asking her husband to have a gang bang in front of her other lover as well, she could feel the swollen throb in her underwear. “No press just for brownie points and it’s local team event.” Jim was a little disappointed at least with the officers from last year they took pictures even though they wore masks. “Hey hard work makes the dream work I say go for it.” She would at least give him details later. “Ok thanks babe, say hi to Tom. He is here too.” Jim smiled he knew her and Tom were hooking and had gotten a bunch of pictures from him and her from their little trips to the gym. “ hey Tom taking care of paperwork on your end.”
Anne leaned over to whisper “He wants to know if your going to make sure I am ok.” Tom looks back at the phone. “Yes of course,” Anne held up some paper. “Keeping things in good order.” Tom read. Jim smiled Tom had been taking care of Anne for some time and he appreciated it. “ Thanks Tom I appreciate it.” “Love you baby.” Anne chirped, “Love you too hun” Jim hung up slightly disappointed to miss the gang bang, but he would get over it when she told him about it.
– – – – Back in Florida – – – –
Anne hung up the phone. “You guys seriously have code for everything don’t you.” Anne looked at him. He had seemed so concerned when he had asked her to ask her husband, “Come here.” They went down the hall talked to several other petty officers directed them where they needed to go to complete certain tasks and then at Anne’s desk she opened her email. She was copied on an email from Jim asking about “Midrats” another from an officer in the mess hall asking if he wanted it delivered. “Jim is currently taking “Midrats” in his bunk.” She raised an eyebrow. Tom got it. “It’s been this way since we were married. We both have a lot of time away from each other and “support packages” and “Midrats” is how we cope we always ask and we always talk about it. And it always keeps coming back for more when we’re home.” Tom sat back thinking about his first marriage and the number of other marriages that had failed because of issues like this that went in answered.
“It works but most people couldn’t wrap their head around it.” Anne smiled her hard nipples helping her think straight. “Ok get back to work we need have everything clear by tonight. And please personally look over the tool inventory and FOD walk down tonight Senior enlisted are going on trip this weekend.” Anne smiled “Yes Chief have a good weekend.” The rest of the day went about as well as it could, what maintenance needed to be done was minor and all tools were accounted for. FOD walk down went without a hitch. Anne went back to her room and and signed off some travel chits for a couple of her guys, the married ones, two senior second class petty officers, wanted to go shopping in Miami for the weekend. They weren’t real problems any ways. Anne dropped off their chits with the watch and then went through the order that Chief had ordered for the BBQ. Setting it up in the fridge in the common area of the temporary barracks. The other 6 members of her team can down to help out. Diaz a short Hispanic man, he lifted weights a lot and drove a bright yellow crotch rocket, short shaved hair and dark brown almost black eyes, Neary a tall redhead wirey and the clown of the group he had a nice sized dick, as she had seen during one of his streaking events, and long fingers too. Harris was a shy black man, short but smart as hell, she didn’t know if he would participate, he looked a little caged up. Davis, Hunt and Darocha were three gear heads who were together more than most other people in the shop. They had drooled over her Mustang when they got to the command and her rack as she picked them up on a weekend and she was wearing a low cut halter top, no bra, tight pants and a thong. They were currently staying well away from each other bringing in cases of soda, and other boxes. They had almost gotten into a fist fight two days ago that she had to step in the middle of not that her 4’6” would have stopped them, luckily she had a scary mom voice. They bring in several bottles of booze and while unloading Chief walks in wearing a some nice civie clothes.
He looks at Anne and smiles. “Harris close the doors, everyone over here.” He has several pieces of paper. The guys gather round, Anne looks over one of the sheets of paper and signs it. “Ok you have enough food and Booze to last the weekend there will be no senior enlisted here for the weekend. It’s going to rain all weekend, and we have told all other divisions to stay away, you all are lock down.” The group stands there slack jawed. “You guys did a great job, and for that we want to reward you, AD1!” Anne steps up “Yes Chief.” “Hand out the weekend contracts.” Anne walks around dwarfed by everyone in the room. The guys read the paperwork. “So what happens here stays here?” Diaz says. “ like fight club?” Chief looks at him “I can’t explain the details until you sign, but if you sign and you ever talk about the events that happen in this barracks you will be sent to mast and processed out faster than you can cry foul.” Harris raises his hand. “The XO and CO have already signed?” Chief looks at him. “Yes they understand and have signed off although they will never admit to it later.” Diaz looks suspicious bust signs the others do as well. After Chief has all of the papers he walks to the door and opens it showing the crew the Commander. She takes the papers checks them nods and leaves.
“Until Sunday Morning Anne, is yours. It looks like you could all blow of some steam. So do it.” Neary speaks up “Bullshit. She is our boss.” The Chief looks around, “and on Sunday she goes back to it, if she says she needs a break, you stop, if she says no you stop, if you hurt her you answer to the XO. Otherwise she is yours.” They look at each other for a few moments. Diaz decides to try it first. “ take your shirt and make me a sandwich!” They all laugh at the absurdity. “As you wish.” Her shirt raises over head bra going with it, tits bounce free and 7 sets of eyes watch with glee. “What do you want on your sandwich?”
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