Slumped back against the tub and relived the incredibly vivid vision I had just had about Marcus and how the thought of being used by him had made me cum so violently. Fuck I had never cum like that, but then again, I had never had such a vivid fantasy about anyone like that. I needed to get myself together. I steadied my shaking legs and stood steadying myself against the wash basin, seeing my soaked panties and remembering they had started this entire masturbation session. Then I looked down on the tiled bathroom floor and saw the huge puddle of pussy juice and realized I had never squirted like that before.
As I regained my composure, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, what am I doing thinking about another man? You are a happily married woman. I pulled my hair back and stepped into the tub. After submerging myself into the hot water, I took a large mouthful of whisky from the bottle. I swallowed it before I impulsively slid two fingers back into my hot, hungry cunt and thought, "Holy shit, I'm in trouble. How the fuck am I meant to work in close confines with a man who just looking at my body has given me the biggest orgasm of my life and made me want to cum again, thinking about him fucking me?
*****
Continued from Chapter 1
The following morning, I was driven to the Air Force base by my two bodyguards. We boarded a private jet, flew home, and then driven to my house. I was glad to be home but also apprehensive about having to lie to Wesley. As usual, Wesley greeted me with a hug and a kiss, but I couldn't help but notice him curiously eyeing off the two goons leaning on the car in the drive.
"Darling, it's lovely to have you home, but who are those two men in our drive? Should I invite them in?"
"No! Absolutely not. Wesley, I need you to sit down for a minute. I have something I need to discuss with you," I said, taking Wesley's hand and guiding him to the settee.
"Well, now I'm a little concerned. The first was a trip to the head office; then, you came home with two strange men you didn't want me to meet, and now you say we need to talk. Either you are telling me you are having an affair or you’re about to tell me my brilliant wife is off to save the world."
"Funny you should say that! Because it’s not too far from the truth. Three weeks ago, American Antarctic scientists recovered human remains in one of their ice core samples from six hundred meters down. After examination of the remains, the entire team became extremely ill. In fact, two of the team members have died. They believe the remains contained a virus, long extinct, and once they were thawed out, the virus became airborne. The entire base has been put on lockdown. The government has my team and me traveling to the Antarctic to identify and develop a cure before more people on the base die."
"Veronica, darling, I know you are the best at what you do, but this seems very risky to me. What happens if you get the virus and die? Darling, I don't like the sound of this one bit. I couldn't live without you! When do they expect you to leave?"
"You, my beautiful husband, I couldn't live without you either. You are just the sweetest man alive. But they want me to leave tonight."
"Tonight, you are joking, right? You just got home. How long do they expect you to be down there? No, I'm not sure I'm on board with this. It's all too fast. Tell me I at least get tonight with you."
"I'm sorry, darling," I said, sitting next to him, putting my arms around him, and pulling him close.
"But those two men are waiting outside to take me to Nellis airbase." They are saying I need to stay until we find a solution. The virus is contained in the Antarctic, and no one can leave until the outbreak is confined. It could be a month or six, I just can't answer that, but If I don't go, everyone down there has a very high chance of dying, and you know I couldn't live with myself if I knew I could help but didn't."
"Oh, darling, that's such a long time. But I know you well enough not to try and stop you. Please promise you will be safe," Wesley said, hugging me tight and kissing me lightly on the cheek.
"I assume you need to go and pack now if they are waiting?"
"Only the personal items I need. It's a military base, so they will supply me with a uniform. But I want to shower before I leave. Why don't you come and join me? I want my husband to make love to me before I leave," I said, standing up and taking Wesley's hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, I became aggressive, almost tearing Wesley's clothes off. I wanted him to remember what a passionate vixen his wife really was. Once he was naked, I pushed him back on the bed. I dropped to my knees before taking hold of his cock and engulfing it with my mouth.
"Christ, Veronica, I don't know what has gotten into you, but I like this side of you."
I look up into Wesley's eyes while I deep-throated his cock, my right hand squeezing his balls and rolling them in my hand like a set of Wah Chung balls. I maintained eye contact with him as my tongue licked and sucked his shaft.
"Oh, honey, if you keep that up, I will cum."
Pulling my mouth off his cock I said, "Don't you dare cum yet mister. I want to feel you inside me."
I stood up and unclasped my bra, tossing it aside. Then, I quickly hooked my thumbs into my thong and peeled it down my legs. Stepping out of it, I climbed on top of Wesley. Taking hold of his cock I lined it up with my already soaked pussy and lowered myself down on him. I placed my hands on his chest and moved my hips up and down. He returned the favor and put his hands on my hanging tits. Taking my erect nipples in his fingers, he mauled at my tits as he squeezed and pulled on my nipples.
I knew Wesley well enough that riding him cowgirl, he never lasted long, and I really needed and wanted to cum with him. Steadying myself with one hand on his chest, I reached down with the other and began rubbing my clit.
"Oh, yeah, baby fuck you wife. Make her your dirty little slut," I squealed as my hand became a blur.
Wesley was thrusting himself up at me, matching my every bounce. I looked into his eyes, and they were closed, and I could see him starting to make his orgasm face. Damn it, I wasn't there yet, shit I need to speed this along a bit. I thought.
I closed my eyes and instantly thought about Marcus and his huge black cock sliding into me, stretching my married pussy more than it ever had before. My thoughts instantly turned dirty.
"Ohhh, fuck yes. Fuck me, lover fuck me with your huge cock. Make me your filthy slut. Fuck me until I can't walk properly. Oh, God, I'm close fuck me, baby fuck your married whore hard give me that beautiful big cock."
I felt Wesley squeeze my huge tits hard, and he pushed up into me one last time before I felt him squirt his cum into my pussy. I was already there, and feeling his cum shoot inside me was enough to trigger an earth-shattering orgasm. The problem was it wasn't my husband I was picturing or even thinking about as I came, squirting pussy juice around Wesley's now rapidly shrinking cock.
I flopped down on top of Wesley before rolling off him. Now lying next to him, totally spent. That had been a big orgasm. I have only squirted twice before, once last night in my hotel bathroom and once using my vibrator. I had never squirted while having sex, especially with Wesley. The truth was his equipment wasn't designed to reach the places I needed to trigger that type of orgasm.
As I lay there, Wesley's arm across my chest as he nuzzled my neck, I was suddenly riddled with guilt that I had thought about another man fucking me to make myself cum.
"Wow, Veronica, that was amazing. I think you might have squirted. Everything down there is soaked. And what was with all the dirty talk? You have never said anything like that before. Again, I'm not complaining. It was amazing but a little out of character."
"I'm sorry honey, I don't know what came over me. I really wanted to cum with you, and it could be the last time we have sex for goodness knows how long. I just wanted to make it a little memorable and exciting."
"Well, consider the goal accomplished. It was amazing, and I certainly wouldn't complain if you continued the dirty talk in the future."
Shit, I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes, knowing it was Marcus I was talking about when asking to be his married slut and personal whore. I'm a horrible wife. I need to stop this nonsense now and be the woman Wesley married a good girl, not some wanton whore thinking about another man.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it but don't get used to it. I'm not sure what came over me. But I do know what came in me, and that was you, and by the amount of cum running out of me right now, I need to take a shower and then get packed.
Wesley showered with me, and for a special gift, because I was feeling so damn guilty about my filthy thoughts of another man, I sucked Wesley's cock in the shower. I even let him cum in my mouth, something I had never done before. But I quickly spat it down the drain, cum tastes disgusting.
A little while after our shower, the doorbell rang. Wesley was dressed, so he went to answer it.
"Mr. Miles, we are here for Dr. Miles. Is she ready to go?"
"Yes, just a minute, I will get her," he said, closing the door again.
"Veronica, I don't like this. I don't like this at all. I might not be on the same level as you regarding career, but those two men at the door are anything but military. Is there something you aren't telling me, darling? Are you sure everything is okay?"
"God, I love you darling. You worry about me so much. I may have skipped over a few details. Those men are from the Secret Service. The request for me came directly from the Oval Office. Those two men are the President's security team. They are only here to ensure I get to Nellis Air Force Base on time. Don't worry so much. I promise I will be careful. I love you very, very much. Besides your wife is just off saving the world on the President's orders."
"Well, I guess I should be honored to be in the presence of such an important person," Wesley said with a nervous laugh.
"Okay, well, I have to go. I love you; don't forget that. And remember, honey, if asked, I'm on a field trip to the Antarctic and nothing else. I'm serious; not a word to anyone."
"I understand, and please, please be careful," he said, hugging me so tight he squeezed the breath right out of me.
I kissed Wesley once more passionately, tears now streaming down my cheeks. I pulled away, opened the door, and walked down the front path, looking back over my shoulder as I climbed into the back of the black Escalade. I could also see Wesley crying; we had never been apart for more than a week before, which was clearly overwhelming for him.
"ETA to the airport, Ma'am, is 23:00. We should be wheels up shortly after. I was told to give you this once you were secure," the spook in the passenger seat said, handing me a thick folder marked top secret across the front.
The folder contained the names of all the soldiers, their vitals and blood work, all the pathology lab work, etc. The more I read, the more concerned I became. I had never seen anything like this, and the photos from the microscope were extremely concerning. I read through as much as possible before reaching the Air Force base. The Escalade pulled up behind a C130 military transport plane. There were dozens of people moving around, loading large crates and equipment into the back of it.
Suddenly, the door opened, and I was looking at General Western.
"Dr. Miles, welcome to Nellis Airbase. If you make your way to the plane, Major Mitchell will show you to your seat. Have you had time to read the briefing on your way over?
"Thank you, General. Yes, I breezed over it on the way here."
The General grabbed my forearm and got close to me.
Dr. Despite what you might think of me and how the US conducts its business. Those men were all good, brave men, most of them with families. If not for me, please, for their widows and children, find a cure for this. If this is a bioweapon, we need to be prepared."
"Don't worry, General, Dr. Swanson and I will find a solution. Those men will not have died in vain. I'm sorry if I have given you the impression I'm anti-military, I’m far from it. The simple answer is I lost my father when I was twelve. He was a member of the First Force Recon Battalion, Bravo company in Kuwait during Operation Enduring. My family has never received an answer to our questions, and we have never had a body to bury. So you will understand I'm not exactly trusting of your uniform or the men that wear it."
"I understand, Dr. Please do your best, and before this is over, I may be able to give you some answers to what happened to your father. Leave it with me, Dr. I'll see what I can find out, but no promises. Somethings that took place over there are still classified."
I followed the major to the C130 and was shown to a webbing seat in front of all the large crates.
"Major, what's in these crates."
"All the equipment Dr. Swanson ordered for your lab, Ma'am."
I watched them continue loading crate after crate onto the plane until completion. I realized I could spend decades in the private sector and never get the funding or resources the military had. An airman was walking past with what looked like a manifest of the crates.
"Excuse me, Corporal, could I please take a look at that manifest."
The corporal looked at the Major, who nodded his head and handed me the list. I was blown away by the manifest. Most of the equipment in these crates was state-of-the-art, some of which I knew wasn't even available in the US, such as the remote robotic vile handler. How the hell did Marcus get his hands on this stuff in less than forty-eight hours?
*****
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I felt a hand gently rocking my shoulder.
"Dr. Miles, we are almost at our destination; Dr. Miles, wake up."
I slowly opened my eyes, the blurry vision turning clear, and I saw the Major looking at me. Just then, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, and the Major's hand slipped from my shoulder to my breast, squeezing it to steady himself.
"Easy there, tiger. The least you can do is buy a girl a drink before you start getting handsy," I said, smiling as I looked into his deep blue eyes.
I hadn't noticed earlier, but the Major was, well-built, and extremely handsome. Plus, he had those damn sexy blue eyes.
"Excuse me, Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry about that. It wasn't my intention to be indecent with you in any way."
"Relax, soldier. I was just messing with you. But if you don't remove your hand soon, I might have to charge it rent," I said as the Major quickly pulled away, turning bright red.
Just then, we hit another large pocket of turbulence. The Major fell backward against one of the large crates wrapped in webbing and then forward toward me again, his hand bracing his fall against the side of the plane.
"Major, I suggest you sit down before you have to add dinner to the drink you already owe me for the free grope."
He spun around and took a seat next to me.
"The wind shears are quite bad tonight," he said, pulling the harness over his shoulders and buckling himself in.
"Yes, the turbulence is quite bad," I barely got out before the plane lurched violently forward and tipped.
"It's quite normal for where we are. It's the air stream coming in over the mountain. There are very few pilots qualified to land here."
"And when you say here, where exactly is that Major?"
"Sorry, Ma'am, that information is classified."
do me a favor, Major, and knock off the Ma'am shit you are making feel old. Tell you what, if you tell me where it is, we are going, I might let you get past second base."
He looked at me with a surprised look before I started laughing, quickly followed by him.
"You sure you aren't ex-military, Ma'a... sorry, Dr?"
"Please, Veronica will do just fine, and no, I'm not, but I am an Army brat bought up on bases. Why do you ask?" I said with my sexiest smile.
"Well, your sense of humor, for one thing, and you're the first civilian I have ever seen sleep on one of these birds."
"Major, when you spend nights like I have pulling all-nighters jamming for exams, you learn to sleep anywhere."
"Well, I'm glad you got some zzz's, Veronica. Because, by the look of all this equipment, you will have many sleepless nights ahead of you."
I nodded in agreement as the plane's wheels screeched as they made contact with the tarmac. The engines screamed as the pilots changed the prop's pitch and applied the brakes. My head was propelled against the Major's shoulder, my hand instinctively grabbing his thigh so high up I could feel the warmth radiating from his man junk. He turned his head and looked at me.
"Am I to assume this is your way of saying you accept my prior invitation to buy you a drink?"
Again, we both laughed as the plane came to a stop, and the enormous rear tailgate began to lower. The Major and I started to undo our harnesses and headed toward the plane's rear. Forklifts quickly moved the crates, and uniformed men scrambled around undoing straps. But what astonished me the most was that we were already underground in some giant concrete bunker.
"Major Mitchell, where the hell exactly are we?"
"I'm sorry, Veronica. Like I said, that's classified. But if you follow me, I will show you your accommodation. Dr. Swanson said he wanted to see you as soon as you landed, but I'm sure you want the chance to freshen up briefly. I'll have someone come and collect you shortly," he said as we entered a lift and hit the number thirty button.
I don't know why, but I was surprised when we started going down instead of up. We arrived at our destination in the blink of an eye, and the Major showed me to a windowless concrete room. It had two beds, some lockers, and a concrete counter with a mirror. He walked me over to a bed on one side of the room. The other bed had two flags hanging on the wall. One was the star and strips. The other was some redneck flag it was a black flag with a coiled-up rattlesnake with the words Liberty Or Death Don't Tread On Me. My bed was next to the only other steel door in the room.