Building up slowly
Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2022 6:58 pm
Hello all,
I first posted this in the new member area then decided to move it here where it belongs. I hope to add more over time.
I've been inspired by reading the accounts of others to share a bit about ourselves. Please forgive my lack of creative writing skills as I attempt to explain our history.
My wife and I met back in the mid 1980’s while we were both active-duty military. We were at the same training base for several months learning the crafts that we’d enlisted to do, and we’d been there for a few months before we met. We’d been living in our respective barracks and did all the things that were expected of us as we trained and studied.
I was a rather shy and quiet 20 yr old southern boy, never dated anyone on base, and never hit the E-club (that’s the bar that was on base for the junior enlisted). I was absolutely too bashful to approach a woman and try to start a conversation. So, I Just hung out with the other guys who were in the barracks. Went into town a few times, made some good friends, drank some at the bars in town, and generally had a relatively good time between classes and duties.
She was an outgoing and fun-loving 19 yr old girl from the northeastern US. She was world wise, went out with her friends from the female barracks, had a few dates with a couple of guys who weren’t too shy to approach her. She had a cheerful greeting for friend and stranger alike (still does!). She had a great tan and an accent from “up north” that I found funny. I’m sure she thought my drawl was a little goofy from time to time, but she said it was cute.
We were introduced through a friend and went on a double date that ended up with the two of us clicking really well. We met again the next day and enjoyed our connection. We spent every free minute we had together after that first night. My friend was not upset about how things had turned out. As a matter of fact, when we were confined to the base for duty, he and another female service member would hang out with us and just do things there.
I had been with only one woman before meeting my wife. I had NO GAME and very little experience to work with. Likewise, she also was very limited. After we’d dated a few weeks, we booked a hotel room down the road from the base where we were going to “study”. There were exams coming up, and the subject matter was pretty intense and required thorough knowledge of the class materials. But I knew exactly what I wanted to do and hitting the books was not it. Here’s what I remember about that evening in the hotel. I recall exploring every inch of her body. EVERY. INCH. We made out, and we fucked. We made out again. And we fucked again. And we fucked. And we fucked. I came 9 times before we left that hotel room the next morning. I was learning on the fly, and I’m sure I had no idea how to please her properly and I was purely selfish, focused more on enjoying her body for myself than in giving her pleasure as well. Hopefully I’ve made up for that over the years. There might have been books there, it was supposed to be a study weekend but I have no idea if I even opened one.
After a few more weeks our training was coming to an end, and our orders were due. We knew we wanted to continue our relationship and we cared deeply for each other, so we took the plunge. After knowing each other for that brief time we got married. Our parents weren’t necessarily happy about this, but we’ve managed to win them all over.
We were very fortunate that we were stationed together on the left coast. We moved into base housing, made friends in the neighborhood. My unit deployed allot. Within 2 months I was on the move. We were home for a few weeks then gone again. Then again. She went with her unit for a deployment while I was home between my trips. So, as is the nature of active duty we spent allot of time apart. We had great homecomings, then we’d get head strong and have arguments, then leave for deployments again. Rinse and repeat.
During these trips we’d get to know our fellow service members really well. We’d all become fast friends learning to do our jobs well and rely on each other. During down time there was allot of card games, bullshitting and non-sense. We’d talk about our families and wives or girlfriends. One particular friend who was from the same area that my wife was from shared that he enjoyed inviting guys over to fuck his wife. I was blown away by this but certainly intrigued. Of course this got my mind swirling.
My wife told me that she’d always been attracted to the Italian looking guys. Dark complexion, dark hair, etc. It was always surprising (to me) that she found me, the total opposite. A 6 ft-3” blonde haired guy with a farmer’s tan. This friend had that Italian look. His wife was tall and slender with tiny lil titties.
During one of our slightly extended timeframes when we were both home we invited them over for dinner. We’d prepared something for dinner, had a fridge full of wine coolers since they were the craze at the time, and mixed drinks made with Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum. After dinner when everyone was feeling the effects of the drinks and each other’s company, we all sat on the couch to watch a movie that we’d rented from the local video store (remember those?). We were settling in when my said that she was feeling cold, so I got up to get a blanket. The seating arrangement was him, his wife, then me and my wife. As I unfurled the blanket to cover all of us, my wife said “anything goes under the blanket”, which got a laugh out of everyone.
We restarted the movie, and once again I have no idea what it was because things got interesting. I was caressing my wife’s legs, rubbing the inside of her thigh and across the top of her leg and inching my way towards the promised land while doing the same to his wife. She never made a sound or move other than to open her legs a little wider. On one of my trips up the inside of her thigh my hand hit her husband’s hand as he was doing the same thing to her other leg. I froze, while he burst out laughing. My wife asked what was so funny when he told her that I took her earlier comment about “anything goes” to mean exactly that and pulled the blanket down to show her where our hands were on his wife’s legs. His wife had a shit eating grin on her face. Her husband had told her that he’d shared with me their hotwifing fun (although I’m not sure that it had that name back then).
My wife and I got up and went into the kitchen to talk about what was going on. Everyone was excited and turned on, so she and I decided we wanted to go for it. Let’s see what happens. We went back out to the living room and said that we’re interested if they were. And they were! We guys changed places and we started making out with each other’s wife. I remember kissing his wife and thinking how different it felt and tasted. I felt across her chest and played with her tiny little tits that felt so different from my wife’s 36C’s. I remember whispering fuck talk in her ear as my hand was in her panties and my finger on her clit. I looked over next to her and saw him doing much the same to my wife, and the look on her face that was saying that she was enjoying his touch. Through all this I’m unable to get an erection. I was really disappointed that my body was betraying me but thought maybe I needed to do something familiar, so I got down on the floor and crawled between my wife’s legs and started eating her pussy. My hands moving across her legs while his hands on her heavy natural tits and kissing her lips. Then his wife came down beside me and said that she wanted to eat her too. So I pulled back and she took my place between my wife’s legs. I knelt behind his wife with my limp dick lined up with her wet pussy and can’t do a damn thing, but I’m loving the pleasure that they’re giving to my wife. Her skin was flush, her breathing was deep, and her body squirming and she made small whimpers of pleasure. My hands were all over his wife’s ass as I tried so hard to tell my dick to get to work when my wife’s orgasm came. She raised her hips and ground her pussy into his wife’s face as he kissed her through the orgasm. It was a strong and powerful cum that left her drained. As she came down from it, the wives kissed each other lightly. It was more an expression of thanks than anything else. As his wife slid from between my wife’s legs, he very quickly took her place and dropped down onto his knees with his cock lined up with her soaking wet pussy. She offered absolutely no resistance to him as he slid into her. I know what he was feeling as his dick filled her up. Those sugar walls are absolute heaven, and he began fucking in and out of them. She wrapped her legs around him and cradled his face with her hands. I remember hearing her as she told him to fuck her. Fuck her deep as they kissed. His dick was raging hard as it slid in and out of her, glistening with her juices. They kissed again in one of those total fuck lust kisses. I can see it so perfectly clear right now. Their bodies in sync, her hands and legs pulling him in and as he neared his orgasm, she told him to give it to her. His thrusts were quick and hard as he tried to reach the bottom of her pussy when he shuddered and began shooting his cum into my wife. She laid there beautifully as his cock shot rope after rope inside her. I hope I never forget the look of them going for it and him cumming like that. While my wife orgasmed from the oral lashing that we gave her, she did not cum from being fucked.
Meanwhile, I was still totally limp. I’d been eating his wife through the fuck that I just described, and she came at least once. My wife got up and cleaned herself up and when she returned I was still eating his wife. She got down on her knees and took my place to return the favor to her. It’s the only time my wife has tasted another woman’s pussy.
I wish I could say that my dick finally woke up, but I think it wasn’t until the next morning. This wasn’t exactly the perfect time though because with the morning sun came sobriety and the instant regret at what she felt like she’d allowed to happen. I reassured her that everything was cool and I had no bad feelings other than that I couldn’t get hard. If my cock had cooperated there’s no doubt that I would have fucked his wife AND mine as well.
That experience was my initiation into the fantasy of watching my wife fuck other men. The look of pleasure and lust are etched in my memory. I don’t see myself as a cuckold, certainly not into humiliation or depravation. I just really loved the look of her enjoying his cock inside her and feeling his body against hers.
I first posted this in the new member area then decided to move it here where it belongs. I hope to add more over time.
I've been inspired by reading the accounts of others to share a bit about ourselves. Please forgive my lack of creative writing skills as I attempt to explain our history.
My wife and I met back in the mid 1980’s while we were both active-duty military. We were at the same training base for several months learning the crafts that we’d enlisted to do, and we’d been there for a few months before we met. We’d been living in our respective barracks and did all the things that were expected of us as we trained and studied.
I was a rather shy and quiet 20 yr old southern boy, never dated anyone on base, and never hit the E-club (that’s the bar that was on base for the junior enlisted). I was absolutely too bashful to approach a woman and try to start a conversation. So, I Just hung out with the other guys who were in the barracks. Went into town a few times, made some good friends, drank some at the bars in town, and generally had a relatively good time between classes and duties.
She was an outgoing and fun-loving 19 yr old girl from the northeastern US. She was world wise, went out with her friends from the female barracks, had a few dates with a couple of guys who weren’t too shy to approach her. She had a cheerful greeting for friend and stranger alike (still does!). She had a great tan and an accent from “up north” that I found funny. I’m sure she thought my drawl was a little goofy from time to time, but she said it was cute.
We were introduced through a friend and went on a double date that ended up with the two of us clicking really well. We met again the next day and enjoyed our connection. We spent every free minute we had together after that first night. My friend was not upset about how things had turned out. As a matter of fact, when we were confined to the base for duty, he and another female service member would hang out with us and just do things there.
I had been with only one woman before meeting my wife. I had NO GAME and very little experience to work with. Likewise, she also was very limited. After we’d dated a few weeks, we booked a hotel room down the road from the base where we were going to “study”. There were exams coming up, and the subject matter was pretty intense and required thorough knowledge of the class materials. But I knew exactly what I wanted to do and hitting the books was not it. Here’s what I remember about that evening in the hotel. I recall exploring every inch of her body. EVERY. INCH. We made out, and we fucked. We made out again. And we fucked again. And we fucked. And we fucked. I came 9 times before we left that hotel room the next morning. I was learning on the fly, and I’m sure I had no idea how to please her properly and I was purely selfish, focused more on enjoying her body for myself than in giving her pleasure as well. Hopefully I’ve made up for that over the years. There might have been books there, it was supposed to be a study weekend but I have no idea if I even opened one.
After a few more weeks our training was coming to an end, and our orders were due. We knew we wanted to continue our relationship and we cared deeply for each other, so we took the plunge. After knowing each other for that brief time we got married. Our parents weren’t necessarily happy about this, but we’ve managed to win them all over.
We were very fortunate that we were stationed together on the left coast. We moved into base housing, made friends in the neighborhood. My unit deployed allot. Within 2 months I was on the move. We were home for a few weeks then gone again. Then again. She went with her unit for a deployment while I was home between my trips. So, as is the nature of active duty we spent allot of time apart. We had great homecomings, then we’d get head strong and have arguments, then leave for deployments again. Rinse and repeat.
During these trips we’d get to know our fellow service members really well. We’d all become fast friends learning to do our jobs well and rely on each other. During down time there was allot of card games, bullshitting and non-sense. We’d talk about our families and wives or girlfriends. One particular friend who was from the same area that my wife was from shared that he enjoyed inviting guys over to fuck his wife. I was blown away by this but certainly intrigued. Of course this got my mind swirling.
My wife told me that she’d always been attracted to the Italian looking guys. Dark complexion, dark hair, etc. It was always surprising (to me) that she found me, the total opposite. A 6 ft-3” blonde haired guy with a farmer’s tan. This friend had that Italian look. His wife was tall and slender with tiny lil titties.
During one of our slightly extended timeframes when we were both home we invited them over for dinner. We’d prepared something for dinner, had a fridge full of wine coolers since they were the craze at the time, and mixed drinks made with Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum. After dinner when everyone was feeling the effects of the drinks and each other’s company, we all sat on the couch to watch a movie that we’d rented from the local video store (remember those?). We were settling in when my said that she was feeling cold, so I got up to get a blanket. The seating arrangement was him, his wife, then me and my wife. As I unfurled the blanket to cover all of us, my wife said “anything goes under the blanket”, which got a laugh out of everyone.
We restarted the movie, and once again I have no idea what it was because things got interesting. I was caressing my wife’s legs, rubbing the inside of her thigh and across the top of her leg and inching my way towards the promised land while doing the same to his wife. She never made a sound or move other than to open her legs a little wider. On one of my trips up the inside of her thigh my hand hit her husband’s hand as he was doing the same thing to her other leg. I froze, while he burst out laughing. My wife asked what was so funny when he told her that I took her earlier comment about “anything goes” to mean exactly that and pulled the blanket down to show her where our hands were on his wife’s legs. His wife had a shit eating grin on her face. Her husband had told her that he’d shared with me their hotwifing fun (although I’m not sure that it had that name back then).
My wife and I got up and went into the kitchen to talk about what was going on. Everyone was excited and turned on, so she and I decided we wanted to go for it. Let’s see what happens. We went back out to the living room and said that we’re interested if they were. And they were! We guys changed places and we started making out with each other’s wife. I remember kissing his wife and thinking how different it felt and tasted. I felt across her chest and played with her tiny little tits that felt so different from my wife’s 36C’s. I remember whispering fuck talk in her ear as my hand was in her panties and my finger on her clit. I looked over next to her and saw him doing much the same to my wife, and the look on her face that was saying that she was enjoying his touch. Through all this I’m unable to get an erection. I was really disappointed that my body was betraying me but thought maybe I needed to do something familiar, so I got down on the floor and crawled between my wife’s legs and started eating her pussy. My hands moving across her legs while his hands on her heavy natural tits and kissing her lips. Then his wife came down beside me and said that she wanted to eat her too. So I pulled back and she took my place between my wife’s legs. I knelt behind his wife with my limp dick lined up with her wet pussy and can’t do a damn thing, but I’m loving the pleasure that they’re giving to my wife. Her skin was flush, her breathing was deep, and her body squirming and she made small whimpers of pleasure. My hands were all over his wife’s ass as I tried so hard to tell my dick to get to work when my wife’s orgasm came. She raised her hips and ground her pussy into his wife’s face as he kissed her through the orgasm. It was a strong and powerful cum that left her drained. As she came down from it, the wives kissed each other lightly. It was more an expression of thanks than anything else. As his wife slid from between my wife’s legs, he very quickly took her place and dropped down onto his knees with his cock lined up with her soaking wet pussy. She offered absolutely no resistance to him as he slid into her. I know what he was feeling as his dick filled her up. Those sugar walls are absolute heaven, and he began fucking in and out of them. She wrapped her legs around him and cradled his face with her hands. I remember hearing her as she told him to fuck her. Fuck her deep as they kissed. His dick was raging hard as it slid in and out of her, glistening with her juices. They kissed again in one of those total fuck lust kisses. I can see it so perfectly clear right now. Their bodies in sync, her hands and legs pulling him in and as he neared his orgasm, she told him to give it to her. His thrusts were quick and hard as he tried to reach the bottom of her pussy when he shuddered and began shooting his cum into my wife. She laid there beautifully as his cock shot rope after rope inside her. I hope I never forget the look of them going for it and him cumming like that. While my wife orgasmed from the oral lashing that we gave her, she did not cum from being fucked.
Meanwhile, I was still totally limp. I’d been eating his wife through the fuck that I just described, and she came at least once. My wife got up and cleaned herself up and when she returned I was still eating his wife. She got down on her knees and took my place to return the favor to her. It’s the only time my wife has tasted another woman’s pussy.
I wish I could say that my dick finally woke up, but I think it wasn’t until the next morning. This wasn’t exactly the perfect time though because with the morning sun came sobriety and the instant regret at what she felt like she’d allowed to happen. I reassured her that everything was cool and I had no bad feelings other than that I couldn’t get hard. If my cock had cooperated there’s no doubt that I would have fucked his wife AND mine as well.
That experience was my initiation into the fantasy of watching my wife fuck other men. The look of pleasure and lust are etched in my memory. I don’t see myself as a cuckold, certainly not into humiliation or depravation. I just really loved the look of her enjoying his cock inside her and feeling his body against hers.
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