The Judgment of Sgt. J Chapter 7 Kay’s Heart Speaks the Truth by walleyeguyj

The Judgment of Sgt. J Chapter 7 Kay’s Heart Speaks the Truth by walleyeguyj

Explore the powerful emotions and raw truths revealed in Chapter 7 of "The Judgment of Sgt. J" as Kay's heart bares all. Dive into this adult sex story written by walleyeguyj.<br/>

Kay tells John of her past as she opens her heart to him.

The Judgment of Sgt. J Chapter 7 Kay’s Heart Speaks the Truth

I cowered behind the kitchen counter as that voice kept repeating itself in my head. I squeezed my arms around my head tighter hoping it would stop. I felt Cathy hands pulling at my arms removing them from around my head.

Cathy stood me up as she asked, “Kay, are you alright?”

“Did I do something Cathy?” “Is John angry because of you and me?” “Was that vice supposed to be me?” “Did you tell him of my past?” I asked her wiping at my tears.

“You did nothing wrong Kay.” “John is not angry with us.” “I did not tell him of your past,” Cathy replied. “John is angry and frustrated with himself and he took his anger out on that vice,” Cathy added.

“Why at himself?” I asked.

“Come with me down to the swing and we will talk,” Cathy replied taking my hand.

Cathy walked me from the house. We were almost to John’s workshop when he came out with boards in his hands. John did not look at us as he laid the boards to the ground. He hung his head against his chest as he walked back into his workshop. Cathy and I continued down to the swing the three of us had built. She sat me down then sat down beside me. Cathy rocked the swing gently with her foot as she took my hand into hers.

“John is angry at himself because he can not help you,” Cathy said. “His frustration got the best of him and he took it out on the vise,” she added.

“What do you mean John can not help me?” I asked.

“Kay, that man can read eyes better than Sherri, you or I will ever be able too,” Cathy replied. “John has had many years of practice reading someone’s eye.” “He learned that trade first in the jungles of Vietnam then fine tuned it with Carrie,” she added.

Cathy went on by telling me when John was in Vietnam he was an NCO, which meant he was the leader of maybe a 6 to 8 man team. These men, which John barely knew by names,but he had to know how they would act in combat. He learned to read their eyes and what to expect from the men whose lives were in his hands.

“John fine tuned that skill with Carrie when he returned and even more each time he looks into a mirror,” Cathy said to me. “John sees your demons in your eyes each time he looks into them because he sees his own in his own eyes,” Cathy added.

I looked at Cathy as I replied, “John is frustrated because he helped himself but he can not help me.” I paused for a few seconds then added, “Because I won’t let him or tell him of my past.”

Cathy smiled at me shaking her head yes. I looked toward the house to see John walking toward us. I squeezed Cathy’s hand tightly with my own. She looked to John then to me.

“Kay, you have to tell him not only for your good but for his as well,” Cathy said to me.

“I will,” I replied to Cathy as John reached us with his head hanging down on his chest.

John lifted his head looking to us as he said, “Forgive me ladies for ruining such a lovely weekend,” before he turned and started to walk away from us.

“John, please don’t go, let’s talk awhile,” I said.

John turned around and I held my hand out to him. He took my hand into his as he stared into my eyes. I did not turn my head from him. I left him stare deeply into my eyes. Cathy got up from the swing as she kissed me then she kissed John.

“It is time for me to leave,” “You two sit here and work this all out,” Cathy said as she walked toward her car.

John sat down next to me wrapping his arm around me. I explained to him that I thought that maybe he was upset because of Cathy joining us. I told him how my first husband Mark and I had a threesome with Cathy as I had thought he might straighten out if I pleased him by having her join us for sex. I also explained that Cathy and I have been having fun since they were in our young teens.

“I asked Cathy if she would help me try to save my first marriage by having sex with us,” I said. “Cathy was against as she had no feelings at all toward my first husband in fact she hated him,” I added.

“I finally talked her but I had to agree to her terms,” I said to John.

“Just what were Cathy terms?” John asked me

I explained that Cathy had agreed to do it but if it did not improve our marriage that I would leave him. I told Cathy I would agree to her terms. I was hoping it would help, as he once was a sweet man like you until his anger got the best of him.

I told him Sherri was at my moms and the three of us went out for dinner. We returned and Cathy and I put a show on for him. He joined us and the three of us had sex together. I thought every thing went well until Cathy left that night. I looked away from John hanging my head.

“What happened next?” John asked lifting and turning my head back toward him.

I looked deep into John’s eyes as I explained. My husband flew off in a fit of anger throwing stuff around through our home. I asked him why he had especially after the fun night we just had. He told because he saw how I had enjoyed myself with Cathy more than with him.

“He informed me that I was never to see Cathy again,” I replied with tears rolling down my face.

John wiped at my tears as he asked, “You thought I was angry about you two and threw the vice didn’t you?”

I shook my head yes, as John said, “No Kay that was not it at all.”

He stroked at my hair as he explained that he had truly enjoyed the fun we had last night. John told me what Cathy and I shared with each other was special and that he would never take that from me.

“You can see Cathy when ever you like,” “You can have all the fun with her you like without me if that is how you would prefer it,” “She can move in here permanently with us if that is your wish,” John said to me as he rocked the swing gently.

John explained to me what Cathy had already told me about us reminding him of Terri and Carrie. John told me how when they were teenagers the three of them had fun together at the lake. He also told me about the nightmare he had awakened from today in the morning. How no one in his nightmare had a face.

“They were faceless because you did not know who you wanted to see,” I said to John stroking his face once more.

John shook his head yes, as I stopped stroking his face then asked, “John, are you afraid that your memories of Carrie are being replaced?”

John sat there for a few seconds then he replied, “You might be right Kay,” looking into my eyes.

“John, always remember Carrie will live in here no matter what,” I said as I placed my hand to his heart. “I want my memories to go away John not yours,” I added as I returned to stroking his face.

“Kay, why do stroke my face like that?” John asked with wonder in his eyes.

“I noticed along time ago that when I did it seemed to fill you with peace and calmness,” I replied. “I figured that maybe Carrie used to do it to you or maybe your mother,” I added.

“Yes Carrie did do that to my face and your hand calms me just as hers did,” John replied.

I looked deeply into his eyes as I said, “John, I need to tell you something about myself before you get to serious with me.”

“OK, what is it?” I asked.

I sat there on the swing with him as I told him the full truth of my past. I explained how I made extra money working at the nightclub by being friendly with Jack’s clients. I told him how I also went back to some of those clients hotel after closing and gave them pleasure.

I explained how Joe came into my life and how I thought I had found some one special. I told him about Joe trading my body for weed and that his abuse started then. When Joe lost his job, he did not find another as he turned to selling drugs as well as my body to anyone who would pay.

I stared into John’s eyes as he replied, “That man put you through hell Kay,” “The more I hear about him the more I wish…”

I stopped him placing my finger to his lips as I said, “John, I enjoyed it.”

“YOU WHAT, you enjoyed it,” John yelled out.

“Let me explain John I owe you that much,” I said stroking my hand on his face

I explained that I never felt loved when I was with Joe especially when he started his abuse. However, some of the men I was with during that time showed me the love I wanted and needed. They held me during sex and some even afterwards.

Joe once called me at home and he said, “I am sending a customer home to you.” “You have better treat him nicely and do as he tells you or else.”

Sherri was in school at the time so I did not have to worry about her. I showered and did my hair nicely and applied make up and red lipstick to my lips. I slipped into a pair of crotch less pantyhose, a push up bra, a tight short one-piece mini skirt cut low to show off my bra as well as my tits. I was putting my high heels on when I heard the doorbell.

I opened the door to find an older man close to sixty standing outside the door and he said, “Joe sent me over miss.”

“Call me K,” I replied letting him into the house.

“My name is Gary,” he replied following me into the house.

I walked him into our modest living room sitting him down onto the sofa. I asked him if he would like a drink. He told me water would be fine. I fixed myself a large heavy drink as I found being a little drunk helped a lot. I handed him his water bending over in front of him giving him a lovely view of my tits hanging in his face.

He took the water as he stared at my tits but then his eyes went to mine. His eyes were the bluest I had ever seen on a man. I stared into his eyes and I saw that they sparkled and shined. My mind took me back to one of Jack’s clients that I had been with during my nightclub years. I could not even remember his name but I did remember his eyes. I sat down beside him and his eyes stayed fixed on my face.

“Is something wrong?” I asked him.

“No and please forgive me for staring but you were not what I was expecting,” Gary replied taking a sip of his water.

“And just what were you expecting?” I asked.

“An ugly, used and worn out woman,” “Not one as lovely and sexy as you,” Gary replied. “I must tell you I would have given Joe three times I had if I knew you looked as you do,” he added smiling at me.