While assigned to an Army post in the mid-west (unnamed but suffice to say that there was little to do besides hunt and fish, neither of which greatly appealed to me), I continued my efforts at obtaining as many sexual encounters as possible with bored and available wives. I especially enjoyed probing a wonderfully tight anus on a willing partner, but only after ensuring she had obtained at least a couple of good orgasms. This one encounter stands out in my mind as perhaps one of the more unusual.
I was working in a training company that had only a handful of permanently assigned people. In between training cycles, we would get together for picnics or small parties. I usually manned the grill, having begun to hone certain culinary skills by that time. We had one of our get-togethers at the home of one of the guys, on a hot, June afternoon.
One of the guys, Biff, was there with his young wife Dharma. At age 23, she already had two children and was 6-1/2 months pregnant with her third. She was a young, blond cutie who had dropped out of high school and slummed around until she met and fell in love with Biff, then just a young soldier. Now, 2-3/4 children later, she was hot and miserable and wondering how life had gotten her to this godforsaken place.
Dharma had pawned the two little ones off on several other willing helpful hands who were entertaining most of the kids in attendance. I saw her sitting in the shade, fanning herself. I made her a small plate of food, including some cold fresh fruit. My wife was deeply engaged in small talk with a couple of other wives, pretty much ignoring me and my cooking efforts. It was too hot near the grill for her.
I went over and sat down and offered Dharma the plate. She smiled gratefully, and I offered her a cold piece of watermelon. She took apiece in her mouth, slowly sucking it between her lips, and a small drop of juice fell down her chin and down her gauzy blouse. I watched it roll into the cleavage between her swollen breasts. I took a chance and took a napkin and gently dabbed down into her shirt and cleaned up the drip.
"Thank you," she smiled gratefully.
"My pleasure," I replied, giving her my best innocent smile.
I took the initiative and fed her a couple of pieces of fruit, and she stopped me said, "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you sure are paying a lot of attention to me, and your wife is sitting right over there."
"Hey," I answered, "You just looked as though you could use a little attention and care, and besides......,I think you are the sexiest woman here!"
Dharma blushed and then turned a petulant look on me and retorted, "I'm pregnant, swollen, and dying from the heat. What is so sexy about that?"
I smiled and as I fed her another piece of fruit, told her, "Pregnant and swollen is really sexy in my book. If you think otherwise, you haven't had someone who truly appreciates a beautiful woman and enjoys just how positively sexy a pregnant woman can be."
"Bullshit!" she snapped.
"You have a dirty mouth," I told her, "Do you have a dirty mind to match?"
She smiled coyly, "If I didn't know better I would think you were hitting on a pregnant woman."
So she was taking the bait!
"I'll never tell," I said conspiratorially, "if you won't!"
She smiled again, took a another bite of food, and told me, "I think you're crazy and I haven't been in the mood for any kind of sex for a while."
"Well, who said anything about sex? When was the last time you had a nice, leisurely massage?"
Dharma looked at me for a moment, took another bite of food, and finally broke the silence.
"I don't know. Let me finish my food."
I left and went back to the grill. Later after a spirited, full contact volleyball game, I was getting a beer out of my cooler when I felt a soft touch on my elbow. When I turned, I saw that it was Dharma.
"I could use a nice massage," she told me quietly. "Call me."
And that was that. She was interested. The plan was afoot.
About two weeks later, when our training cycle had kicked into high gear and Biff was working 14-16 hours a day, I called Dharma.
"Still want that massage?" I asked.
"More than ever, "she replied. "I have been feeling crummy and really could use something different."
I talked to her for a moment about arrangements. She had a friend who would watch the kids for an afternoon, and I would make sure Biff was doing something that wouldn't bring him home early, and we set a date.
I left work at lunch, went by the PX and bought some really girly, sweet smelling lotion, something perfect for stretch marks, and a couple of candles. I parked my car in the housing area next to hers, walked down between the buildings and casually strolled into the patio behind her quarters and in the back door. I smiled to myself, thinking of the many times I had sung cadence songs about just such a situation.
She heard the door close and came into the kitchen. She saw the bag in my hand and immediately asked what was in it. I showed her the lotion, and she was all smiles.
"That is really sweet of you," she said, and when she found the candles, added, "You do have a dirty mind don't you?"
I just nodded in reply. Dharma was wearing a gauzy gown which clung to her, revealing a very swollen belly, and as she walked away from me, a luscious ass and some really lovely legs. She was wearing absolutely nothing under it.
"Where do you want your massage?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "Let's go upstairs. I want to lay on something comfortable."
We went upstairs into her bedroom, and when she stopped by the bed, I gently rubbed her shoulders, firmly gripping just below her neck and massaging the muscles. She leaned her head back and sighed.
"That feels good," she told me.
"Just a sample," I replied.
I sat her on the edge of the bed, a nice bed, I thought, and just the right height to stand on the floor and be the perfect location for penetrating a juicy pussy of someone lying on the bed. My cock twitched in anticipation.
I lit the candles, and asked her if it would be okay if I got comfortable, since the massage was hard work and I didn't want to get overheated in my uniform.
"Help yourself," she answered.
I stripped quickly, leaving only my silk bikini brief on.
"Nice," she said.
Not wanting to get into much of a conversation, I quickly replied, "Slip out of your gown and lay on the bed on your side with your back toward me."
She shyly turned her back and started to lift the gown.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder and asked, "Are you sure you think I'm sexy with my big belly like this?"
"You're wonderful," I replied, and reached out to help her remove the gown.
She laid down on the bed with her back to me. I poured a large dollop of lotion on my hands, rubbed them together to warm the lotion, asked her to move her hair, and slowly began to massage her neck and upper back. She audibly sighed within seconds of my manuals efforts.
"Something hurt?" I asked.
"Not at all," she purred.
I worked my way down her spine, concentrating on her lower back. She continued to purr, then the occasional groan, but never once objecting. She rolled as far onto her stomach as she could under the circumstances, and I worked my way on to her ass.
I had gotten a couple of small pops from her back, which drew contented moans, but when I began to massage her ass cheeks, she said, "Wow. That feels so nice."
I worked her ass checks with both hands, and subtly allowed a finger to drift down into her butt crack, gently brushing the cute little pucker of her back hole. I received no objections. I slowly worked my way down her legs and finally to her feet. With a nice splash of lotion in my hand, I firmly squeezed and pulled on her foot up through to her toes, bending her foot into a circle gently but solidly, causing three or four loud audible pops.
"Whoa, what did you do?" she asked.
"I worked the bones in your foot."
"God! That felt great. Don't stop!" she pleaded.
I continued to work her foot, moving the bones around and back to their normal locations, and when I got to the other foot, she was almost purring like a kitten.
"Damn, you ARE good!" she exclaimed.
I finished with her feet, and had her roll onto her back. I worked her neck and upper shoulders, alternately stretching and compressing, and she moaned contentedly, eyes closed. I worked over both arms, taking one hand at a time and squeezing and turning her hand until the bones popped and cracked. More contented sighs!
I worked down to her left breast and gently began to massage, using each finger like playing a scale on a piano.
"Damn, that hurts so good," she blurted out finally.