Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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I recall that for about 3-1/2 weeks each month I was the husband of a seemingly happy wife who was, in fact, eager to give me a blow job in the morning, then again in the afternoon as soon as I got home from the base before I changed my clothes. (She liked the 13 button front panel of the melton bell bottom winter uniform.) Most evenings she would walk naked into the area where I was studying straddle my lap then seduce me again. She would want to have sex at least once again as we went to bed. The rest of the month, she wanted to give me oral sex two or three times every night instead of me eating and sucking her pussy first.
That meant that I was erect at least a minimum of four times a day to just keep up with Jean's sexual needs. She loved me to massage her after her shower, and apply skin softeners all over her skin. Frequently when she just wanted to come I would use a finger vibrator until she would pull that finger off of her clit. We often awoke in the middle of the night, and I would finger her with one finger without even touching her anywhere else. She liked that because she could imagine she was dreaming.
Life was great. I was in my early twenties and in great, trim shape. I was afraid of nothing and quite capable as I had started PT training with the Navy's Seal Teams about a year earlier. I was attached to an ELINT support unit for Seal Teams and the Swift riverboat units. I was married to a sexual throbbing participating woman who had learned that she could enjoy sex all of the time.
Jean used to give me our daily welcome home from work blow job on our bed. She would kneel beside or hang her head over the edge of the bed while laying on her back. For a while, she would aim my cock across the room when I came. She measured how far it squirted for a few weeks. She made up a chart and had a graph also.
Then, not now, I once squirted over six feet, while my average was about fifty-one inches. Jean also liked to have me come on her face. She even tried swimmers goggles for a while but didn't like me laughing and coming. She was fascinated with seeing the come as it squirted from my cock. The goggles that she had hoped would help, didn't. She said that come on her face was the most erotic of all sex. (Yes, she said even with the goggles.)
She used to get me to lay flat on the bed. She would tie my arms and legs to the bedposts then tease my cock in ways I can't tell you about because she preferred me to be blindfolded.
She would use me, abuse me, and one time she shared me with the college girl next door. She would go away for an hour or so, and then while gone have a neighbor woman or one of many other people come to make sure she hadn't left the window open, or the stove on or something else as lame.
The neighbor lady didn't tell me she was there. She was quiet and slipped in and out of the apartment without a word. I spoke to a silent response. I could hear a rustling sound the whole time she was there.
That night my wife told me that the neighbor didn't mention seeing me, only that the window was open, and that she had just closed it and left. She didn't say anything about seeing me on the bed. She didn't tell Jean about being in the room and standing around the bed for a few minutes. Jean was not told about her watching my erection seep pre-come as it flagged around signaling my heart beat. I could hear her breathing as she silently moved around the room near me.
My wife got some secret or at least an intense thrill out of leaving me exposed and having someone see me. She particularly liked it when a few friends of ours heard about it. They were exhibitionists and wanted to see this example. They did come by, but I didn't know it was them.
About the third or fourth time when I told her what the neighbor woman hadn't told her, she decided that she wanted to see it. She called the neighbor from our house and asked her to check as soon as she could, as she was afraid she hadn't turned off the stove top burner. She then moved a chair into and hid in the closet by the bed and sat and watched what happened when the neighbor came to turn off the burner.