I didn't really like the guy, FC1 Gallup, but I was bored so I went to his party Saturday night anyway. He's an arrogant, cheating husband that I really lost respect for when I saw him screwing a girl in just about every port while we were on deployment. Well, little does he know, his wife likes to screw around, too.
Becca, his wife, has a European look to her, straight blonde hair bobbed off at the shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, and a square jaw. She stands 5'5", and has an awesome hour glass shape with small firm breasts. She is only 23 and he is 30. I always thought she was way out of my league and wondered why she stayed married to an asshole like Doug.
Anyway, I show up at the party after a long night of duty the night before, some reports for work, and an online class I had to finish up that day so I was pretty tired. Most of the guys from the division were there and most of them were getting pretty plowed except for the designated drivers, I hope. I only had 3 beers and I was pretty much passing out from exhaustion. Becca came over at one point and offered me a bedroom to stay in for the night. I declined and told her I'd be fine. After falling asleep on the couch with my hand propping my head up, then waking up with one of the guys bare asses in my face and someone else's lit cigarette between my fingers, as well as a bunch of drunk sailors laughing at me, I decided maybe catching a nap might not be such a bad idea.
Becca walked me to the bedroom and pulled the covers down for me. She completely caught me off guard when she said, "Maybe I should stay in here with you tonight."
I laughed as I sat down on the bed, thinking she was joking, but she bent down and put her hand on the inside of my leg, almost touching my cock which hangs down slightly to the right in my boxer briefs and whispered very seductively in my ear, "I am not joking, Dave."
I watched her walk out of the room in her short shorts, night shirt, and tube socks, rolling her ass as she walked heal to toe. My mouth was wide open as my cock was growing to its maximum. When she shut the door behind her, I reached down and touched my cock. It was hard as a rock and very sensitive to the touch. However, I was not about to pull it out and start stroking it right here, right now. I pulled my pants and shirt off and left my underwear on in case any of the guys wanted to play another trick on me before they left.
I lay in bed for an hour, wide awake. I could think of nothing else now. I kept replaying that moment in my head and I finally convinced myself she was just messing with me. Maybe she treats all the guys like that just to get a rise and a laugh. It must be some cruel thing she does. I finally went back to sleep for the night. I dreamed about her that night and each dream had a different outcome but like most of my dreams, weird things kept happening to prevent us from having a good fucking.
I woke up the next morning to the noise of Doug getting ready to report to the ship for 24 a hour duty day. He was in the kitchen doing something. I heard him and Becca chatting real low for minute, then I heard the door alarm as he left and heard his motorcycle start and leave. I laid there for just a bit and decided I better get dressed myself and leave.
Just as I was going to get up, the door to the bedroom opened up and Becca walked in. I closed my eyes real quick to act as if I was asleep just to see what she was going to do. She came over and sat slowly on the edge of the bed. I was facing away from her. She reached down and kissed the side of my neck and put her arm around me. She whispered in my ear, again very seductively, "Hey? You want some breakfast or would you rather start off with a blow job?"
I couldn't help it. I started laughing at that one. I just knew she was joking, but then she pulled the covers off of me, down past my cock. I immediately popped a half tent in my boxer briefs. I rolled over onto my back and asked, "Are you serious?"
She replied, "Stop me when you don't want me to do any more."
She started kissing me all over my chest while her hands rubbed my sides. She was wearing a pink silk night gown and I could feel as she slid back onto me left leg that she was wearing no panties. I could already feel her wetness and heat on my leg as she ground her body into it. I met her pressure with my own to give her the pleasure she was looking for. She moaned and closed her eyes. She grabbed my boxer briefs as I pushed my ass up off of the bed so she could remove them.
As she looked at my cock staring her in the face, she commented, "She's right, you are huge!"
I asked, "What? Who told you that?"
She replied, "Let's just say girls talk. Ever since I heard about how good you are, I've wanted to see for myself."
I think I know who she was talking about but just left it at that.
She threw my underwear to the floor and grabbed my cock with her right hand, her fingers under the head. She moved her fingers to the top of my cock and took the head into her mouth. I was so hard and I knew I wouldn't last very long.
She started bobbing her head up and down, taking most of my seven thick inches into her warm, wet mouth. She continued to grind her pussy into my lower leg. I reached up and ran my fingers though her hair. I then said, "I want to eat your pussy. Turn around on me."