My Becoming

Complete Change

The Beginning

When this all started I was a shy newlywed, inexperienced in sex, just happy to be married to my young and handsome husband. I was twenty-three, my husband twenty-four. He was stationed in Okinawa at the time. A marine lance corporal, he had only been in the Marines for two years. Unlike most of his peers, he had attended college for four years before joining the military. He had no interest in an officer's program, though. He wanted to be a good enlisted marine. After his first tour home in the US, he was initially told he would be stationed in Okinawa for one year. But just a few weeks after he was told he would be stationed in Okinawa for for an additional year.

I knew and understood that my husband was much more experienced with sex than I was, but I did not care about that when we were first married. All I cared about was that he loved me and that the two of us would be happy. We had planned on having children, but we both figured it would be a few years. I had my degree and worked part-time as a substitute teacher, my love in the military just beginning his job. He had planned to make it a career, so I understood that there would be periods of separation. I accepted it because I love him.

Chapter one:

John called me on the phone frequently. He called me as frequently as he could being a busy marine whose daylight hours were mostly my night time. We talked about many things, and he kept hinting at stuff, that I had no experience with. He would ask me about my sexual fantasies. He would ask me if I thought about other men. He wondered if I thought about having sex with other men. He wondered if I might like to do more wild things like a threesome with two men, and other..., sexual things.

After a couple of months, I realized that I was becoming interested in the things he was asking me about. But, at the same time, I did not want my husband to have sex with another woman. With other women. Especially as there were a lot of prostitutes where he was and who knew what diseases they might carry.

"John, you keep asking me about this sex stuff. I am worried that you are going to..., that you are going to have sex with some woman over there."

"No, baby, no. I have no interest in another woman."

"Then why do you keep bringing up sex stuff with me? I mean me and other guys, threesomes, whatever?" He did not immediately answer. I heard him sigh on the other end of the line, "Well, why do you keep talking about this stuff, baby?"

Still, he did not speak. He hesitated, possibly trying to find the correct words. Eventually, he did begin to answer my queries, "Well, it's like this. I have fantasies about you being with other men. This is going to be difficult to explain. I have dreams of you being in control of our sex life. Of you having sex with these men and making me watch. God, I sound so stupid." I was finally beginning to understand his thinking. I had heard of husbands who wanted to be treated as a cuckold, and I think this was what he was saying. He continued, "I mean..., it could just be a fantasy. We could role-play, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

I finally answered, "Let's talk about this stuff when you get home, okay?"

*****

The next few months passed and when he called we spoke mostly of normal things. We both were lonely, and anxious to see each other. But, as I said I knew that separation was part of the deal when we decided to marry.

It was four months into his twenty-four-month tour. It was four in the morning, which meant it was ten in the evening where my husband was stationed. I was half awake, "Uh, baby, what's up."

"Well, a couple of my friends are flying home. They are looking to find an apartment together. Meanwhile, Jerrod's father will take them in until they can find a place. The other guy is Arthur. They are nice guys. Is it okay if they visit you sometime? You know, you can meet a couple of friends of mine."

I thought about what he asked for a minute, "Sure, I can cook them dinner some night. I am sure they would love a home-cooked meal."

"You are the best, baby. They will be home next week. Shall I give them your phone number?"

"Sure, why not."

*****

So, just over a week later, early in the morning, I received a call from Jerrod. "Uhm, hello, is this Denise? John's wife?"

"Sure is, is this one of the guys he told me about?"

"Yes, this is Jerrod. Your husband wanted us to stop by and say hello."

It was midweek so I replied, "How about Friday night? I am a good cook and I will make a nice dinner for you guys. Say, seven in the evening?"

"Sounds good, thank you, Denise. See you then."

I should have been suspicious. After my husband had told him about his cuckold fantasies, I should have known. But I had not thought about those fantasies in a few weeks.

That evening I made a nice meal and the two gentlemen being the gentlemen that they were, arrived early. I ushered them into our crowded apartment and had them sit on our threadbare sofa, "Would you guys like a drink? Perhaps a beer."

It was Arthur who turned out to be black, who replied, "Hey, I would never say hello to a beer." Jerrod said yes and I retrieved two beers for my guests.

"Well, I must finish some things in our huge kitchen. Kidding. I will come get you in a few minutes." After those few minutes, I invited them into the kitchen, a small table with cheap chairs where we sat down to eat. "I know this is not exactly the Taj Majal, but it's all we can afford right now." After we finished our dinner, we headed to the living room.

Arthur, who seemed to be the more gregarious of the two replied, "Hey, we are just happy for the meal, and to meet John's wife. You are beautiful, by the way. But we already knew that, John showed us a few pictures of you."

Being a shy woman, I blushed. I mean, at this point, I was shy. "Okay, enough of that. You are going to embarrass me." They laughed and then I joined them on the couch. It was the only seating we had at the time. "So, are you guys stationed here now?"

Jerrod replied, "Yep, we will be with the First Marine Division. Different areas, but nearby I guess. We don't know the base that well yet. We know that we are supposed to check in at the thirteen area. Right now we are on leave."

We sat and talked about this and that. As we did I found myself liking these two young me. Arthur was tall. Taller than my five feet six inches. His skin was like caramel, his face unmarked by scar or blemish. I know that men don't like to be described as pretty, but that is the best word I can come up with for Arthur's facial features. He has a strong chest, not hidden by the tight blue colored t-shirt. Arthur is a couple of inches over six feet. He has an incredible body, fit, with sexy, long legs and a round ass. Arthur is twenty years old during the events of this story.

Jerrod on the other hand is white, with a few blemishes on his face. Most likely from a case of acne in his teen years. But, still, not bad looking. It was obvious that both men liked to work out. Jerrod also had a broad chest and muscular arms. Jerrod's chest is wide, his stomach flat. His ass is a bit narrower than Arthur's but not bad. As I was to learn he also has muscular legs, his attractiveness mostly in his deep blue eyes, matched in color by the collared shirt he was wearing.

*****

There was something they wanted to talk about and I sensed they were a bit shy about bringing it up. Finally, it was Arthur who had the nerve to broach the issue. "Well, Denise, there is something John wanted us to talk to you about." I just looked at him saying nothing. "Well, this was his idea, so you understand. He wants to film the three of us. He wants us to video the three of us having sex. Are you interested?"

He had a big grin on his face. I was nervous, how did I answer? Truthfully the idea of a threesome had begun to excite me, but I was not sure I was ready for one. I had just met these two men. Arthur's looks attracted me, but Jerrod was not bad-looking either. I decided to tell them no. I was not ready for anything at this point.

We finished our evening, and the guys left shortly after I told them no to their proposition. For the following two weeks, I had a substitute gig for a third-grade class in a local elementary school. Those two weeks were some of the most frustrating days of my life. Not just because of the kids in the class, but because I constantly thought of the two men, especially Arthur. I had never been with a black man.

As the days passed I began to consider their proposition. After all my husband had asked them to do it and to film it for him. Towards the end of that week, while lying in my bed fucking myself with a vibrator, I suddenly made the decision that I was going to try and do as my husband asked. To have sex with these two men.

It was Thursday. I still had one more day with the class. In the early evening, I called Arthur. "Hey, Arthur, how are you doing."

"Still living with my dad. You know. What's up, Denise?"

I thought for a moment about how to phrase things. "Well, when you guys came over for dinner that night, and you suggested..., what you suggested. I mean, how were you going to film it?"

He did not answer my question right away Instead he said, "Why do you ask, Denise?"

"Well, if I changed my mind and told you I am interested, how would you film this?"

"Okay, well, I have a small camera that can be strapped to the forehead. Also, Jerrod has another camera on a stand and a small camera with a bracket he can attach to something. Are you certain that you want to do this?"

"I'm thinking about it. If I were to invite you guys over, and then chicken out, how angry would you be?"

"No one is going to force you to do anything. We can play it by ear. When might you want this to happen?"

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Well we have a thing Friday, but we could come over Saturday sometime. What do you think?"

"How about in the afternoon? Say about four. That way if I chicken out I will not ruin your Saturday night. Does that sound good?"

"Sure, we'll see you then, and we will bring the cameras."

I was probably a lousy teacher that Friday, but it was my last day and there was not much of importance going on. All I could think about was the event that was to happen with the other guys the following day. That evening I fidgeted, wondering if I could follow through. I worried that if I did not it would be unfair to the guys, but, I was not going to make myself do something I did not want to do. At this point though, that Friday night I was as turned on as I had ever been.

The following day, that Saturday, I awakened early which was my habit. I spent most of the morning into the afternoon cleaning our small apartment. It's not like I am a slob, but I wanted the place spotless. By the time I finished, at about one that afternoon, the place was clean. I then went and took a shower. After I put on a sent that I thought most men enjoyed, including around my nether region. John always liked it. God, I was so aroused just thinking about it.

I then put on a one-piece, black baby doll and matching crotchless underwear, that my husband had bought a few months previous. I was ready, wearing a bathrobe over the lingerie. I was watching TV when the guys arrived just before four that afternoon.

"Hey, guys, come on in." I had my hair made up, a touch of make-up on. Just enough make-up to accent my eyes, with a nice shade of pink lipstick.

"Wow, you look hot," Arthur said.

Jerrod replied, "Jesus, yes you do."

Jerrod had a bag over his shoulder with what I assumed was the cameras. In his right hand, he had a tripod. We all stood in the living room nervously until after a good minute, I gathered my wits about me. "Uhm, sorry, let's sit on the couch for a second." Jerrod set his stuff down at one end of the sofa and we all grabbed a seat. "I'm sorry, I am nervous."

"Hey, no rush and we only do what you want, Denise," Arthur replied.

Jerrod then spoke up. "So, meanwhile, do you want me to set up?"

"Okay, sure." There is only one hallway in the back of the apartment. A very short hallway with the bathroom on the left. Just beyond it is the bedroom. "Second door on the left. The bedroom is tiny, but I guess it will do." Jerrod excused himself and headed to the bedroom. Meanwhile, I turned to Arthur. I was still very nervous, so I blurted out, "You have such pretty eyes, Arthur."

He laughed and replied, "Now that is not one I haven't heard before."

"I'm sorry, I sound like a blithering idiot. I am just so nervous."

"Hey, it's okay. First of all, as we said, if you are not ready for this, it's okay. I hope you are because you are a beautiful woman, Denise."

I should describe myself at this point. As I said, I am five feet six inches tall. I am told I have a pretty face, I know I have long and I am told pretty eyelashes. I am told that they accent my light-colored brown eyes. I have a round but not chubby face, my lips full. My nose is narrow with just a hint of upturn to the tip. I have shoulder-length blonde hair, and I had it styled with curls hanging down one side. I have nice breasts D-cup, that my husband loves. My nipples are like pencil erasers that stick straight out when I am aroused. My waist is slim, and I have a heart-shaped ass that I have noticed more than one man staring at. My legs are long, but a little too slender. Eventually, I would get to the gym and add some definition to my legs.

Arthur slid close. I decided that if I was going to do this, I should not run away at the first sign of affection. He looked into my eyes, only half a foot between us. "You are beautiful, may I kiss you?" I nodded my head yes and he moved up against me. He brought his sensual lips to mine and we locked in a passionate kiss, and then an embrace. Just as we finished our clutch, Jerrod walked into the living room. He was considerate enough not to say anything when finally our mouths separated. "I just knew you were a good kisser," he said.

I am certain I was beat red with a flush running down my body to my nether region. "Oh, God, so are you," I quickly replied.

It was Jerrod who then said, "Well, everything is set up whenever you are ready." I stood up and took off my bathrobe. "Oh, wow, you are incredible looking. Sexy as hell," he continued.

I reached out my hand to where Arthur was sitting. I took his hand, then took Jerrod's hand and led them both to the bedroom. As we entered I noticed that they had set up a laptop with stuff attached to it that I was not familiar with. This laptop on the dresser. I learned later that the contraption attached was an external device for quickly streaming video in a compressed format. Across the bed, opposite the dresser, in a narrow space between it and the wall was a camera on a tripod. A second camera was clamped to the trim on the dresser, an adjustable mount pointing it at the bed from the opposite side. Jerrod had another camera with a head strap attached, in his hand. "Uhm, so, how should we start this," I asked.

Arthur replied, "So, you want to go through with this?" I nodded my head yes. "Well why don't you lie back and we will get undressed. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely and I am horny as hell so let's get this show on the road," I replied a lascivious smile on my face. I was finally getting into this, though I was still very nervous. My juices were running and I really needed to get going before I backed out.

The guys were smart enough to take off their clothes quickly. "Guys, you have to wear a condom." Pointing my nose at the bedside table. "The condoms are in the drawer, there." Both guys retrieved a dick wrap and put it on their cocks. I unconsciously moaned for when they were both naked I noticed that they each had rather large cocks. Both bigger than my husband, each fatter. Arthur had a coin in his hand and he suddenly flipped it. Arthur said, "You win, Jerrod."

He smiled and then climbed onto the bed. I kept staring at his cock, and I am sure he noticed. On his hands and knees at the end of the queen-sized bed, he reached up to remove my underwear. "They are crotchless," I said as I spread my legs and he saw the opening.

"Damn, that's hot." He said then flattened himself out, slid between my legs, and wrapped his arms under and around my hips.

Without another word, he brought his mouth to my pussy. He licked my right pussy lip, then the left, and I moaned in pleasure. Arthur on the bed opposite the camera on the tripod was stroking his cock as Jerrod pleased me with his mouth. "Come here," I said, "let me help." I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to please these men. Jerrod had set the camera with the strap down on the bedside table. Arthur retrieved it and strapped it around his head. He pushed a button and a little green light came on.

"Come here, Arthur," I said.

It was then that Jerrod stuck one finger into my pussy. Very quickly one finger became two. "Oh, fuck," I said as I reached out and grasped Arthur's cock. "Move closer, Arthur, right next to the bed." I slid right, Jerrod's face and hand still attached to my pussy. Now close I began to suck Arthur's cock. He smiled and pointed his face at mine, the camera catching the action as he put his cock into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it, eventually dropping my hand and engulfing about half of his cock with my mouth.

"Oh, god, Denise, you are really good at this. Oh, hell yes." I grinned around his cock, but the truth was I'd had little experience with fellatio. But I did my best to please him, licking around his cock, concentrating on the sensitive area just behind and underneath the crown of his dick.

Jerrod then pulled his hand and face away from my crotch, giving Jerrod more room. I moaned, missing his fingers inside me already. But, only seconds later, he grasped my thighs, pushing them up and back. Then he was in a squatting position. He did not ask, but he could tell I was ready. Slowly he slid his cock into me, guiding it with his fist. As I said, I had little experience with sex. His cock, fatter than my husband's, seemed to hit all my spots. He was gentle, barely pushing his cock into me. It distracted me from sucking Arthur's cock. "You..., you can fuck me harder, Jerrod. I will not break."

He smiled at me. Awkwardly, because of the squatting position, he reached up and began to play, to squeeze, my pencil eraser nipples. "Oh, shit, yes Jerrod. F-fuck me. God, this feels so good."

Arthur had moved back, a couple of paces away from the bed. Jerrod took his hands off of my thighs and leaned forward, now on top of me. His arms at my sides, he pumped me a bit faster. With his body he had spread my legs wide, bent, my feet in the air. I wanted a kiss. I love to kiss when I fuck, so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. He immediately kissed me with passion, our tongues dancing together. It must have excited him, for he began to move even faster, his cock buried in my love canal. Our mouths separated, "I am going to cum, Jerrod. F-fuck I am going to cum on your cock." Jerrod then leaned to my right and brought his mouth to my nipple. My nipples are super sensitive, so when he began to suck on that nipple it sent me over. "Sh-shit, f-fuck. I am cumming Jerrod. God, I am cumming your your cock."

He looked down where his cock was pumping in and out of me, "Yes, Denise. I can see your cum. God, you are so hot. I..., I hope we can do this again."

Now moving like the piston in a car engine I replied, "Stay..., fuck me again Jerrod." He grinned and then brought his mouth to my other nipple. "Sh-shit, you are going to make me cum again."