Hell, he'd done his share of the fighting; he had no compunctions over that, and he'd been small potatoes compared to a score of other exploiting operators he'd brushed against in Nam, but it was Dianne and how she would react if she knew the truth that was really gnawing the hell out of him. Among all of her other attributes, both intellectual and physical, she had a code of morals that wouldn't quit… or should he say ethics? Christ, he could just imagine the expression on her face if she was ever to learn that her loving, hero-husband had been known on the Saigon streets as Mr. Ace, South Viet Nam's number one whoremonger! But there was little chance of that unless he told her himself, and the more he thought about it the stronger his conclusions became that it would be like cutting his own throat! She would just never understand and he knew it!
The handsome Air Force officer finished his beer and ordered another, while the twangy Western music continued to the solid clacking of pool-bails behind him. He thought of the bars in Saigon where untold numbers of cuddly little teenage bitches competed for your cock, each one highly, self-skilled at her own sensual specialty and trying desperately to out-do her sisters. Christ, what they couldn't conceive of to make a Joe happy was beyond the sexual imagination. Then, with a touch of yum-yum to fire them even more… Goddamn… just thinking about it was enough to set him right off!
He shook his head and gulped at his beer. Damn, if he didn't love Dianne so frigging much… but how was he ever going to go back to their mild forms of love-making after marinating for almost a year in a culture where even eating was secondary to fucking… and the male was king…?
The smoldering residue of sensual pleasure both Kye and his beautiful German shepherd had left warming Dianne's voluptuous young body continued to glow teasingly inside her throughout the day. Regardless of what she did to try and occupy her mind, her thoughts invariably returned to one or both of those lewd, erotic episodes, until before the day was passed she had intimately relived them in every detail a hundred times. This was not to say that she didn't feel like some kind of shameless deviate from the abnormal act of sucking a young teenage boy to orgasm in her mouth, or being taken from behind by his massive dog; yet God knows, she was neither sorry, nor any longer conscience-stricken!
It actually amazed the young blonde beauty when she finally did realize her total lack of remorsefulness, and the longer she milked at her memories the less self-reproaching she became, even when thoughts of Mark entered into the picture. In fact, it had been under the hairdryer at the beauty shop where she had gone for an uplifting shampoo and manicure, that she found herself defensively referring in her mind to her young husband's mysterious "whatever". Why she had suddenly decided that there was a cloak of shadiness veiling the image of this man she loved so much, Dianne couldn't pinpoint, but she remembered there had been a series of little things said or implied by Kye in his youthful innocence… and then, there was that certain attribute called woman's intuition involved… for whatever that was worth.
It was true; she knew it was… just as she realized that she could never love him less no matter what. But did he have this kind of love for her? What would his opinion of her be now if he knew the truth about her sexual involvement with Kye and Sergeant? God, she shuddered to think of that!
In the living room enjoying her second Cuba Libre, Dianne again checked the window to see if she could catch sight of her handsome young ward and his lovable German shepherd. Not even Olaf was anywhere to be seen, and it was getting on toward dinner time. She hoped he hadn't wandered off someplace and perhaps gotten lost… but that was ridiculous, she reminded herself, remembering that he was unlike any boy she had ever known. After what he'd been through, to get lost in a peaceful little suburb like La Berdina would be next to impossible.
Her warm, inward smile was mirrored on her sensuously, full lips as she walked to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for them. She planned to take him to a movie later, and then perhaps they would stop somewhere for ice cream or something. Sergeant would have to stay home and look after things, but they wouldn't be very late. Then, they could sit around for awhile and talk. Perhaps she could begin to carefully draw some of the information from him concerning Mark which was going to plague her until she learned the truth. Then…
Then?
A sensation of lust-incited desire fluttered through Dianne's simmering loins and soft, tingling belly, followed by another of inner-shock as she forced herself to face the truth flashing deep from the hidden recesses of her subconscious mind. She dropped the head of lettuce she'd taken from the refrigerator to rinse, onto the floor with a bouncing, splat-like sound which reminded her of hot flesh against flesh! God! What was happening to her? She… she very definitely had intentions of seducing him… of taking up where they had left off last night! Yes, and somewhere in that obscenely forbidden memory, she had seen Sergeant's long, thick scarlet hardness… both of them together loving her in a wild three-way lust while she gave herself to them both at the same time in a blinding passion of sensual debauchery!
Oh God! Oh God! She must be totally perverted! Never had she felt such a total lack of self-control, nor anything to equal the ever-building flames of erotic desire as those racing through the rounded little bowl of her belly at that moment! The urge to reach down and finger-fuck herself crazy there was almost unbearable! Instead, she picked up her drink and drained it, quickly making another, and it was then that Kye, with Sergeant, burst in through the back door…
He had been reluctant to do it, but there was no other sure way if he were to prove to Olaf he was not lying. So, while Mrs. Dianne was away, Kye had busily made a spoonful of yum-yum powder into a colorless, tasteless, odorless liquid with water and spilled a few drops into all of her liquor bottles. He had also spilled several grains into her tea and coffee for good measure, but being extremely careful not to use too much, well knowing its reaction. Then, he had gone back to the park to feed the squirrels, while Olaf's huge, drunken father reprimanded him for leaving without permission.
"You stupid little sonofabitch! How many times do I have to tell you that you don't leave here without asking me first?" the monstrous man with the graying hair and red-rimmed eyes had raged, causing Kye to take several steps backward.
"Aw, Paw, I just took a quick walk down to the park…"
"I'll quick-walk you, you dumb asshole! I'll let Judge Reynolds put you on ice for a year or so if you don't get on the Goddamned ball!" the massive man whose belly was huge and who wore a scraggly gray-beard warned, then gulped from his can of beer. Even Sergeant had shied back, a deep growl bunching in his throat.
Kye had caught his pet by the scruff of the neck and led him away toward their door, the thought occurring to him that maybe Olaf wouldn't be able to get out tonight anyway. Well, no matter; he'd go ahead with his plans just the same. The idea of Mrs. Dianne sucking him again was anything but unexciting, though he still couldn't help but think of what Captain Mark might do to him if he knew! And Captain Mark was the best friend he'd ever had… at least, he had been, up until he'd met Mrs. Captain Mark…
CHAPTER SIX
Dianne had several drinks from one of Kye's doctored liquor bottles and throughout their hastily thrown together meal, she felt as if a huge raging bonfire had been built up between her thighs! She uncontrollably squirmed downward against the cushioned rim of the dining room chair, forcing its ridge to pressure against the lips of her wetly seeping pussy! She was alive with erotic sensations which were eating sensually at the very lining of her belly! God, what was wrong with her? She'd never been more sexually hot in her whole life!