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Sex with my bi husband - Part 3
Boa Xian's mouth was stuffed and double penetrated by two thick cocks. Laying on his back, Boa's head was stretched upward and his cheeks swollen as he tugged and pulled on the dangling cocks that hung over his face. His arms stretched up and his hands gripped firmly to the asses of the two queers who were on their knees kneeling over his head. Boa gaged for a bit but continued on trying to cram as much of the two long man meat into his largest head orifice as he could. His face buried beneath hunking thighs while the two fags attached to them groped and kissed each other. Boa's lower half was split like a wide V with his toes pointed straight up. A steady rhythmic slapping of pelvis on to Boa's naked ass caused the bed to violently quake with a constant squeak and rumble. With my right hand, I caressed and smeared the sticky sweat off my newly married husband's six pack abs and used the lube to twist and swirl his thick yellow cock.
As I sat beside Boa with my knees folded I glided my left hand up to his breast and nipples then back down to massage his rock hard navel and belly. And as soon as the lube of sweat dried on his foreskin I went back to caressing his abs. I leaned forward to kiss the man ramming my husband in the ass, he hesitated with a slight head recoil at first but knew better to never pull away from the bitch that was his superior officer. I stuck my tongue down the corporal's throat while my left hand and three fingers pussy fucked myself. I stabbed my pussy deep and hard till my sensation built up in my groin. I stopped only to occasionally lick wet the same three fingers and back inside it went. Fucking myself felt good but it was nothing compared to my husband's thick yellow cock. I went back to stroking Boa's cock fast and hard till he made a gesture letting me know it was time to take in my husband's seed. I mounted on top of his long yellow pole and up and down I went. I took the hands of the corporal that was behind me and forced the fagot to fondle my boobs as I rode on top of my husband.
I quickly canvased the room to see the twenty gay men I hired enjoying themselves. I looked down to see Boa with his mouth full of fag cock, that's when I felt the hot load fill up inside me. The scene around me was perfect. My husband was fucking a baby in me, while we were surrounded by lots of naked gay men and seeing my beloved husband being fucked by three them was beautiful. I rolled over and rested on the edge of the bed, with my fingers pinching closed my vaginal lip. I stayed there for a moment to allow my husband's seed to get deeper inside me. When I poked my head up, not a single cock in the room wasn't being sucked or stroked, nor mouth or asshole wasn't plugged by a another gay cock. Naked male bodies every where, on the couch, sofa, table, dresser or an unoccupied corner of the floor. When the two fag near my husband's head separated from their embrace, my husband tried to seat up. His mouth and lips were oozing with white cum. After gulping down what was left in his mouth, I kissed my bi husband of less than two weeks..
"Can I have some water, darling." Boa said to me in Mandarin.
I got off the bed and walked to the night stand to pour what water was left in the pitcher into the glass cup. Though I was a bit thirsty myself, my husband needed it more than me. As he drank from the glass, I gently ran my fingers through his black hair.
"Can I have more water please."
"Okay!" I said softly. I then opened the drawer from the night stand and took out my cell phone.
As I left the room the twenty plus soldiers that make up first and second squad of Windward Rifle company continued on with their on going pleasure. When I stepped out into the hallway a dozen more naked gay men of fist platoon were kissing, jerking off, fucking and making love as I walked pass them. As I walked past two privates, one was on his knees and about to get a load in his mouth from the other, the private jizzed all over the others face but some of his hot juice hit me in the ass. With my right hand I smeared it down my back thigh. When I entered the living room, about two hundred more naked muscle bod gay men, which account for the rest of the company were all doing the same sexually perverse thing. They were on every furniture and inch of floor that was available in the island villa that I had rented for the two weeks. The only area that was off limits was the kitchen.
As I walked through the orgy of gay men, my bare toes felt the thousands of cum droppings on the floor, both the dried and the wet. Had it not been for the open patio door and the ocean breeze, the villa would have stunk of a ten day stench of sweat and homo-quiff. I placed my cell phone on the kitchen counter, opened the refrigerator, took two bottled waters out, uncapped one and gulped it down. I looked out through the patio door to see the crystal blue ocean water washing upon the white sandy beach. Seeing the five bungalow palm huts on stilts connected by rope bridges remained me that I had stood in this exact spot almost eleven years ago. It was my first honeymoon with my first husband Derrick who had been deceased more than a year ago now. When I walked around the kitchen counter I glimpsed my feminine physique in the glass reflection. I stood there for a moment to admire my still tone body and my smooth white pussy. After giving birth to my third son, Boa's and I's first, all of that pregnancy weight gone and not a single stretch mark was to be seen. I then heard my cell phone chime. It said I had missed 150 calls and messages, the last few names that flashed on screen I recognized. I was now taken out of what was the best ten days start of Boa and I's marriage.
After dropping off the bottled water to Boa and informing him that I had to do a quick check-in at work and kissed him and bid him to continue on with out me. I left the room annoyed at my Executive team, a few Senators and many generals who are all nothing but whinny, incompetent little bitches who constantly needed this queen bitch to hold their fucking baby hands. I had spent tens of millions of my own money to get away from work but they always find a way to pull me back in. But I must concedes though, this island get away was by no means was used for strictly leisure. Even though I was on my honeymoon, the entire two week trip was classified as a business venture. All three hundred gay men Boa and I plan to fuck are all classified as part of my security detail and on my payroll. Every meat head, muscle bod and beefcake here were former military and special forces. All hired for the duel purposes of protecting me and my husband and also fucking us. The three story villa, 150 acres compound I had rented was a former WWII installation, renovated for my military intelligence gathering purposes. The property included six coast guard cutters, a dozen submersible and dredgers, a sea dock, helipad and thirty miles of private beach. The compound's existence serve just one purpose, to act as a hotel resort cover for the NSA to tap into the entire Pacific Rim fiberoptic telecommunications line laid out in the middle of the ocean. It was my company along with five hundred of my pattens and innovations I created that's giving the CIA and the President the intelligence they need to keep world peace.
The villa was divided into four levels. The basement was where all the military hardware was stored. The main floor of the villa was where the party was happening. If you were on the main floor, you had two orders; fuck me and Boa as well as protect us from invaders. As my bare feet walked up the stairs to the second level, I was met by four naked sentries standing behind bullet proof glass. They all stepped aside to let me through. I walked down the corridor and past the suite on the right. The security tight room was the first of eight SCIF, which stands for Secure Compartmentalized Information Space. The room hosted the island's security control room, which is generally occupied by six naked men. The suite to the left was the server and mainframe room, which housed my algorithm used to crack encryption codes. But the room was often kept cold. Down the hall was Ops Center, the main floor of intelligence, surveillance, decryption and analysis. Twenty to forty nude men would be on the floor through five different shifts daily. But it's the stairs to the left and the third floor that I needed to go to. The fifth naked guard stood by the metal door. To the left of the door was the authorization panel. The panel was one of my own patten design. A five step security check, the panel first scanned both finger and retinal prints, that was followed by a quick skin scrape off the top of my hand, which preformed the fastest DNA scan result. The final two steps were voice recognition and verbal pass phrase that changed daily.
"Passcode, Alpha One Tango Nine Epsilon Four. My voice is my passport and my words say open says me." The display panel turned green and the sound of the metal door unlocked.
I walked through the doors and up the stairs. On the third floor was my private quarters, as no one but myself and Boa were allowed to be up here. There were no windows on this floor and could only be assessable through one staircase. The room had a king size bed on the far right corner. My vanity table stood only a few feet away from the bed and on the far corner was the grand bath with built in jacuzzi and shower. It was here where Boa and I spent our private time together. The shower, bath, jacuzzi were the most heavily used amenity in this room. After ten days of fucking several dozen different men each day, the bath wasn't just a place to get cleaned, but a chance to be with my husband alone. It was under the rushing of hot water Boa and I often made love. But on an occasional night, Boa would be watching TV on the bed and Id be soaking my body in hot water nearly falling half asleep. Adjacent to the bath was four rolls of mahogany shelf closets with enough spaces for a luxurious lady such as myself with an eye for only the finest in apparel to fill. Lastly, in the far left corner of the room was my private computer and adjacent to it was the server arrays encased in a glass box, with cold source vented from the top. Boa and I had yet to use that bed the ten days we were here.
Our first night as husband and wife, we used the tummies, arms and thighs of the many unnamed naked gay men as pillows and their flesh as our natural heat blankets. Every morning for the past eight days, I woke up to Boa holding me in his arms while in the spooning position. On some mornings, I rolled over to have my face smacked in to a still sleeping gay man's morning erection. It might have been his cum or my sleep drool, but what ever it was, I often woke up with some kind of fluids smeared all over my nose, cheeks and eye. Those were the best morning of my life and I made sure to repeat that experience everyday we were here.
My work blouse hung next to my vanity's table I quickly threw on. I glanced the mirror and briefly evened out my hair than walk to my desk.
"Angel, contact Admiral Morris at the Pentagon." I said out loud.
"Dialing now." Replied the omnipresent voice.
I than looked into the computer screen and seconds later a middle aged Navel Officer was on the monitor,
"Lori! Thank God you called."
"What's the problem Mike?"
"Shit has already hit the fan. It started the past six days. But it really wasn't until the last 48 hours we're finally getting a clearer picture. Basically, all the branches of the Intel community had been observing minor blow back from actionable intel. At first the different branches believed it was just an improbable coincidence. That was until we determined that these blow backs were actually stress test made by the MSSC."
"Did the GARPA program initiate protocol 55."
"That's the thing it didn't. And no one here knows why. It was only by accident did Kevin Liang from the Beijing office caught the bread crumbs being nibbled by the MSSC. As of right now the Director wants answers because he's going have to explain it all to the Secretary and the Intelligence Committee in nine hours."
On the third monitor, I was reading the brief while the Admiral was talking to me, unphased by the panic in his voice I continued on reading the tens of thousands lines of code and after three minutes I knew right away what was going on
"Alright I see it." I paused for a moment to read a line of code that piqued my interest. Internally I was floored. I had never encountered such a line of code before and couldn't help appreciate the grandeur and apparent sophistication of this algorithm. After thinking through seven different lines of code, I was able to engage our firewalls.
"Okay, I'm initiating protocol 55." Within seconds the program determined the origins of the hack.
"So GARPA determined it's not a non-state actor on behalf of the MSSC" Another thirty seconds the result was in.
"It's the Chinese alright." Puzzled at the genus that successfully broke through all my encryption and counter measure. What ever group or individual this was, had to be far smarter than me. "It's coming from a special task force under the direction of the highest levels of China's military." It was still too early to know for sure but this could be China's new Cyber Special Forces and have made far more progress than was estimated. It was a dangerous prospect I kept to myself, knowing the Admiral would have freaked out at suck a revelation.
"Okay, to follow these bread crumbs, I'm going to need to be in Shanghai."
"Already ahead of you. A chopper is in bound in twenty minutes. It will take you to the USS Gerald Ford where a private jet will be waiting for you on the deck. Coms will be set up for you to brief the Secretary and the Director on the flight."
"I want my husband to come too."
"No ! No! No! This is a matter of national security and not your honeymoon trip around the world on the government dime."
"Look, if I go to Shanghai without my husband, the MSSC is going to know my real mission and they'll sterilize everything. My sons were already already scheduled to meet us in Beijing in four days. Have my company put out a press release saying we're cutting short our Fiji vacation so that I could meet my in-laws who are currently living in Shanghai ahead of my Beijing conference. The impromptu visit to Shanghai will be a special homecoming for me as I grew up there."
"What!" Shouted Mike. "Your husband and kids are going to Beijing. Your husband is in the middle of a Green Card evaluation. Leaving the US Fiji territory to go back to China will be in violation of that process. And how did you even get him a travel Passport so soon. Don't tell me, it was Hank from the State Department that did this."
"Oh Mike, I thought you knew I'm a polyamory girl. And you're not my only work husband." The silence and stunned look on the Admiral's face was his acquiescence. "Contact Terri to have my company issue that press release and I'll send my findings to the Director for his team's review." I ended the video conference.
"Angel, get the security chief on the line." I said out loud. A second later a voice answered.
"Yes, Mrs Watson. We are already aware of the inbound chopper. I have your husband with me. I'm escorting him to your room now."
"Wait, can you get him on the line, I need to speak with him first,"
"Hello!" Said Boa.
I replied back to him in Mandarin. "Sweetly, we have to leave now, but can you do something for me. There were 15 men we didn't get a chance to have sex with, of those 15 men could you pick five of the cutest ones to join us in China as our security detail." For the past ten days, Boa and I had gone through gay men like toilet paper and made sure not one was a repeat. It wasn't too hard for me. Despite them not wearing any clothes or tags, with my eidetic memory, all I need to do was look a man's penis and I could remember if we had fucked him or not, I hope Boa picked the five we didn't get a chance to fuck yet. Boa's memory was not on the level to my own but definitely above average to other normal people.
"Yes, I think I know the the 15 men and will pick out five of them."
"Thanks hon. I love you." I said to my husband.
When the chopper landed, Boa and I climbed aboard with our luggage stowed in the side of the choppers compartment. The chopper lifted off and we were in route to the USS Gerald Ford.