”This was intense. Sweet Jesus. So intense. My imagination was in overdrive. Mack was sharing his wife with me. I had wanted this wife share experie...ce since I was thirty-eight and it was all coming true now. Mack and Mary had to know I wanted this. I don’t know how. There was no question in my mind that both of them knew the effect this was having on me. This was the single most erotic event of my life! They knew it and they were making it happen. Wow!Mary oiled her hands again and ran her. ”Hyschak made a mental note to ask the drill instructor about this Kevin Butcher. He asked Private Schmidt about his religious beliefs and they decided his affiliation would change to Protestant. Private Schmidt agreed to attend those services on Sundays. With the issue resolved, Staff Sergeant Allen dismissed the recruit back to the platoon.After Private Schmidt left the office, Hyschak turned to Sergeant Allen. He said, “Do you know this Kevin Butcher?”“I was stationed with a Corporal Kevin. "Everything's fine. I was just thinking about a ra... A rate. A new insurance rate."Flustered, Mr. Willoughby turned back to the clutter on his desk. He moved papers around in a hopeful simulation of a man who had, indeed, been working on a new insurance rate.Miss Gretz smiled to herself as she returned to her own desk. She liked this odd little man. He did little favors for her all the time and was always so nice.Of course, she had seen the way he looked at her, when he didn't think she was. She gave me a very perplexed look, and I just kept moving.Back in my backseat, I unzipped. Yvonne said, “No, take them off.” So, off came my slacks and shoes. She got on my hard cock and gave me one of her “signature” wet blowjobs with a mouthful of slobber. I was loving it. She had a hand playing with my sack. Occasionally she would bounce a fingertip off my asshole. After a long blowjob, I was finally getting there. My nut sack was tightening up. Yvonne could tell she almost had me. Then I.