My Wives and I - Part 4

[rayman89113]

This installment starts the day after the end of Part 3. My wife, Debbie, did call me the next day and told me that she had talked to John, and he would be more than happy to fight me at the apartment on Saturday, as he would be at his Army training school (he was a student at the same school I used to teach at) until then. The day she called me was Wednesday, which left me more time to recover from my fight the previous night with Gloria. I was staying on the same base as John was. I had guessed at his last name, and wanted to see what he looked like. It would be good to know what I was in for on Saturday.

I made an inquiry after school hours at his barracks to see if he was in. I don't know what I would have done if he would have been in, but I was told he wasn't in. Something in the pit of my stomach told me that he may have gone over to our apartment, so I drove over there to see. When I got there, it was just in time to see a 19-20 year old kid in jeans walking up the stairs to our apartment. He seemed very geekish and not at all what I thought Debbie was portraying him as. He knocked and Debbie let him in. I decided to wait until Saturday, if in fact this was John, to fight him though, as I was still pretty sore from Gloria. I don't know how long he stayed, but I watched from behind the parking lot for more than three hours before leaving. As the week went on, I became pretty sure that this was him as this situation repeated itself on both Thursday and Friday nights. Saturday couldn't come quick enough for me.

At 4pm, the time I was supposed to come over to the apartment to fight John, I was knocking on the apartment door. Matthew, my son, was going to be taken to a neighbor's for the night, so we would be undistracted. I had seen that both John and Debbie's cars where already there. Debbie opened the door smiling and wearing a negligee top and very tight cut-off jean shorts but she didn't say a word. She lead me once again into the living room. This time the living room was totally clear of all the furniture.

"Ray, this is John" was how she started. "I've been waiting for this cockfight between you two, since I sent Ray the letter telling him about you, John. I've also been reading up on ancient Greek-style nude wrestling and that is what I want. You'll both strip and wrestle. No punching or biting. John, I want you to humiliate Ray and make him suck your big cock before you fuck his ass. If you win, you can have me permanently. Ray, if you win, I will decide what your prize will be based on how much you humiliate John."

This was the same 19-20 year old guy I had seen before and I didn't think he could take me. He was four years, or so, younger and had just gotten out of basic training within the past few months but I was at least 20 pounds heavier and a couple of inches taller. I didn't understand Debbie's confidence in John.

John never said anything directly to me before the fight that I can remember. He started peeling off his clothes. When he took off his underwear I was stunned. He had to have a cock that was at least 10 inches and as thick as the proverbial soda can when hard! This was compared to my normal-sized 7-incher. Debbie was right about one thing, he was big in the meat department! If that was what this was about, I was in trouble. However, this was a fight, a wrestling match even, and not a street fight. I liked my chances but John had this huge smile on his face like he knew something.

We started and immediately he grabbed my cock and I found out he had a vise-grip. Where did this geek get such a strong grip? As we were grappling, I got a hold of his cock but by then he had encircled both my cock and balls with his long fingers and started to squeeze. "Oww! Fuck!", I thought but did not let on that it was really hurting. To try to get him off my cock, and especially my aching balls, I took my right knee and blasted his balls while I held on to his cock. The maneuver worked and he let go but moved so that I had to let him go too. I don't know if that hurt him as much as his squeezing hurt me, but I hoped so.

Just as in the fight against Gloria, Debbie, already had her right hand inside of her cut-offs and was masturbating furiously. I could see that the bottoms of her cut-offs where already soaked. This was a real motivation for me now! I don't know if I wanted her back as a wife, but I certainly wanted to fuck the shit out of her now!

I was brought back to reality when John jumped over the top and put me in a headlock and brought my face down to his huge cock. I grabbed his beast, but more to keep it out of the way of my mouth as he was obviously intending to face-fuck me if he could. I pulled out as hard as I could on his engorged member and he let out a tell-tale gasp. I did it again and then he gasped again. So, I started to do this in a rhythm and he seemed like he was starting to lose it (too young?) and the headlock loosened to the point where I could get free. He was extremely sexually overheated at this point. Then I heard him say something to me for the first time, and in a Tennessean accent he said, "Time to get this over!". He seemed to effortlessly spin me around and thrust his cock up towards my asshole trying to impale me in one continuous stab. Luckily, I was able to grab his cock behind me and deflect it enough that it hit off one of my butt cheeks. I continued the movement as his cock went past my body and his legs went out from under him and holding on to his cock I was able to fall on top of him. I jerked for all I was worth, and soon a huge rope of his sperm went flying across the room. I let go and put my forearm under his throat choking him. As he started to cough, I rolled him over unto his stomach and jumped onto his back. I was really hard myself now, and I slid down him to position my spear at his backdoor. He went crazy trying to buck me off and avoid my penetration. I took maybe six stabs until I got a small amount of my penis in him. Then in a succession of pumps I got it all in little by little and then went crazy myself fucking him silly. The greatest satisfaction was his screaming!

Unfortunately, hands now were grabbing my arms, and they were not Debbie's or his. I looked up to see MP's and guys in FBI jackets all around the apartment. I was handcuffed and taken out with just my pants put back on to a black car by FBI agents. Eventually, I was driven to Brooklyn Navy Yard and put in the brig. This was, at the time, as bewildering to me as it is probably to you, the reader, now. I was kept there for seven days before I found out the whole story.

Apparently, John had a wife and kids back in Tennessee. He also was spending a lot of cash on my wife. A PFC in the Army didn't make that much at that time, so someone had reported their suspicions that maybe he was doing something illegal. In fact, he was selling classified school documents to someone from another country (Russia?). Additionally, to make extra money, he had my wife selling pot out of the apartment. When I came home hurriedly from Korea, there was more surveillance placed on the apartment. When we all got together, the task force decided to make their move. I am happy they waited until after I got a measure of revenge on the fucker, although I wish they waited until after I also had my way with my wife. Everyone had been arrested.

Eventually, I was exonerated and spent the last years of my Army career at nearby Fort Dix. My wife got probation for selling pot and amazingly became a nurse at a local hospital despite it. We got officially divorced about a year later. John ended up at Fort Leavenworth and hopefully my cock up his ass was not the last. He had been due to be released in 2002.

[drumguy8]

great story. thanks for sharing. waiting anxiously to hear more adventures...I get the feeling there's more.....lol

[rayman89113]

Thank you for your encouragement, although after all these years, putting this down in writing has been cathartic. Yes, there will be more, a lot more. There's Wife #2 and Wife #3 to come, as well as some instances which led me into this mindset in the first place, and some instances outside of my marriages, both participatory and as a spectator. I have a really high sexual aggression factor and have sought out sexual fights and if they weren't already setup, I have been good at being able to manipulate people into these confrontations. In 1997, I was diagnosed as bi-polar which has violence, mania, and high sexual appetite as some of its characteristics. Even medicated, I am constantly thinking about sex, sexual aggression and sexual confrontation. To be honest, looking back over 40 years, I'm surprised that there wasn't more instances and I remember, regretfully, many times that I could have escalated situations but didn't.

[girlsfightlover]

Thanks for sharing, enjoyed reading all 4 parts!