Amanda's Marine

This story is unique among my works. My "Dawn and XXX" series are all true tales, as accurately retold as my memory allows. My other stories have so far been pure fiction -- I may draw from an experience here or there, but the characters and scenarios are all creations of my imagination.

Instead, this spiel is based on very true experiences, but that story has grown into something more. I at first intended to make this a "Dawn and XXX" installment, but instead chose to embellish the events and fictionalize some of the situations to hopefully make this narrative hotter.

Before you read, please be aware that this story includes a wife having sex with men other than her husband - with his blessing and participation. There are some bad choices made, including risks with regard to protection. If you don't enjoy this type of yarn, I invite you to go ahead and close this one out; I have no doubt that there are many thousands of other stories out there that would appeal to you more.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy this tale.

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"I will definitely have to finish those server patch installations after five PM so as to not interfere with the office staff, so I won't be home until probably six thirty or so," Mark Green explained to his wife, Amanda.

"That's no problem," came the somewhat sleepy voice on the other end of the phone call. It was nearly three thirty PM, which meant that Amanda hadn't been up for long. "That's how you said it would probably work out."

Amanda and Mark worked opposite shifts; he was an IT Manager, with a normal Monday to Friday day shift. Amanda was an ICU nurse who worked three twelve hour night shifts per week, seven PM till seven AM. The fact that the hospital required her to work so many holidays and weekends per year could be annoying, but even with accounting for a lost day due to having to sleep and catch up in each cycle, she still got an effective extra off day every week. In addition, she could basically pick up overtime shifts at will, which made paying for vacations or special occasions a cinch, and she got broad leeway from management to schedule when she wanted to work.

"Did you hear back from the new guy? What was his name again?" Mark asked.

"Greg," Amanda replied. "I did -- he texted me this morning. Since you won't be home before I leave anyway, I figured that today was as good a day as any for an initial face to face, if that's okay with you," she explained. "He suggested that I meet him at the McDonalds off of exit eight on my way to work this evening. That way, it's nice and public, we can chat and see if there's any chemistry."

"That sounds like a smart plan," Mark observed. "I take it this means that you are for sure done with the young guy?"

"James," Amanda replied. "And yes, I'm done. It was fun while it lasted, but he's been pretty clingy for the past couple of weeks. Him telling me that he thinks he may have real feelings is the end of it. You know that."

"I know," Mark agreed. "And you are right. There's no sense in anyone getting hurt. It just kills me how guys blow up a good thing like that!"

Amanda laughed, then her tone turned mock serious. "Are you telling me that you are blaming them for falling for me?"

Mark sputtered. "Er... uh... no, of course not! You're fantastic, you know that. I'm just saying that they get no strings attached sex, you think that they'd be happy with that. But no, they want more and end up with nothing."

She laughed again. "I knew what you meant, it's just fun to make you squirm a little. Look, the bus will be here soon, so let me see the kids. I love you, I'll talk to you later. If I don't hear from you before then, I'll call before I walk in to work and let you know my first impressions."

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To the outside world, the Greens looked like a very typical little family. Mark was thirty, Amanda was twenty-eight. They had two children - a daughter aged eight and a son aged six. The kids were involved in baseball and dance, the parents juggled the various activities and made the schedule work. The Greens did family outings and vacations together, the couple went on "just the two of them" dates and weekends, and all the world saw a postcard example of the nuclear American household.

Most of their conservative friends and family would have been shocked to learn that they were not, in fact, a completely typical family; Amanda had sex with other men with Mark's full knowledge and permission, and had been doing so for better than two years.

You see, Amanda and Mark had gotten married very young, and Amanda had quite truthfully not been ready for the commitment. She had grown up in an ultra conservative, extremely repressive household where even to this day, Amanda's mother would whisper the word "sex" in conversations with her adult daughters. Amanda had grown up thinking that sex was bad and dirty, only permitted grudgingly for making babies, and felt shame for any sexual urges or desires. She and Mark had explored so much, she had really struggled with changing her attitudes... but her views on sex remained unhealthy, to say the least.

In some sort of self-destructive rebellion, Amanda had cheated on Mark a few years ago. The affair lasted for a couple of months, until in the middle of a petty argument, she broke down sobbing and admitted the whole thing. It hadn't even been a guy that she was attracted to, but he paid her attention, she craved validation, and she ended up doing things she bitterly regretted.

The affair had been very difficult on their marriage, but Mark dearly loved his wife and was determined to make things work. They spent a lot of time in discussions, in opening up to one another, in exploring the root causes of the infidelity - and they seemed to have made real progress.

So when Amanda cheated on him again, Mark was devastated.

In fact, it happened several more times. She never had another true affair, but Amanda would hook up or fool around with another guy -- sometimes even at events where Mark was present. She would immediately break into tears and confess no later than the day after (often even the same day), she would feel genuinely horrible about what she had done. But no matter how genuinely contrite she was, no matter how much she cried, no matter how bad she felt - it always seemed to be only a matter of time before she cheated again.

It felt like the only possible future for the Greens was one where the pair was divorced. Mark simply could not continue when his wife seemed pathologically predisposed to cheat. He loved his children dearly and was willing to do anything to prevent them growing up in a broken home... but how could he live with a woman that he could not trust?

Then one day, he had a desperate idea.

Mark told Amanda that he was willing to freely open up their marriage for her, as long as she would agree to a few rules about how it would work. He would allow her to have sex with other men as she saw fit, but that to do so, she would have to remove all lying, all sneaking, all deception from the equation. If she was going to fuck other guys, she had to let Mark know who she was with, about how long she planned to be gone -- and if the plans changed, she had to let him know about it.

She would be required to always make it a point to come home after and have hot sex with him after she met the other guy -- and it could not be duty sex, no acting tired or disinterested; she had to be enthused and into it. She was not to do any sex acts with other guys that she would not do with Mark or that she had yet to try with him. She was to always be open and tell Mark everything that she had done, there would never be any secrets about the guys or the sex.

She was to make an effort to include him when possible -- this meant that from time to time, they would do threesomes together with other guys.

And finally, Mark reserved the right to veto any sex act, any particular meet, or any particular partner.

Amanda tearfully agreed to the conditions, grateful that her husband loved her enough to try to find a way to make their marriage work despite her compulsions. The next weekend that they went out, she ended up giving the bar's bouncer -- an off-duty police officer -- a blowjob in his truck behind the bar while Mark stayed inside and played darts. They then went and picked up a guy the next night and had a threesome.

To tell the truth, Mark absolutely despised the idea to begin with. It was humiliating beyond belief to sit there and throw darts with strangers while his wife sucked some other guy's dick. Watching her beautiful face contort in pleasure while she took a different stranger's cock inside of her made him literally sick to his stomach. Thinking of her fucking other men was emasculating, nauseating, infuriating.

But if he didn't allow it, the marriage would be over. He could not live any longer with the betrayal and the lies and the not knowing. If he didn't open his marriage like this, he would have to leave it altogether, and Mark really didn't want to settle with seeing his kids every other weekend for the next ten to twelve years.

So Mark swallowed his pride -- and more than a little of his self-respect. Even so, after that first weekend, he didn't know if he could keep doing it; the mental images, the knowledge of what his wife was doing was absolutely driving him crazy. In desperation, he started surfing the internet, finding forums where men shared their wives with others, and he began reading their stories. He was surprised to realize that some men got off on the idea of their wives having sex with others more than anything else.

And so, in an act of self-preservation, Mark made a choice to focus on the sex itself. To view his wife as something like his own personal porn star. To take solace in the fact that no matter what she did, she always came back to him, that her heart belonged to him alone. And to focus on the fact that whenever she was with other men, he was rewarded with truly outstanding sex.

Sure enough, Mark slowly began to not only accept, but to even seek his wife having sex with other men to the point that it became his absolute strongest kink. There was a clear difference in Amanda's mentality and libido when she was playing with other men, and Mark was the definite beneficiary of it. Somehow, the two of them managed to move forward, and over the two plus years that their marriage had been open, they had grown incredibly close.

Along the way, Amanda had developed her own rules. Most of the men that she had sex with were guys that she and Mark picked up in a bar for a threesome, or were those she met and screened online. If a guy was selfish, pushy, didn't treat her with respect -- she would never meet him a second time. Over time, she had enough marginal to poor experiences that she had moved to a system of screening guys in a public place first; if they could carry on a conversation and she walked away from the meet with a positive feeling, only then would she agree to sex.

Furthermore, Amanda made it abundantly clear to the guys that she was married, that this was only casual sex for fun. She would mention her husband often, make it clear that she was emotionally unavailable -- she had once let a "friend with benefits" situation get out of hand, and the mutual feelings she had developed with a married man had led to a messy, emotional end to that arrangement. So from that point on, as soon as there was any hint of the guy catching feelings -- or if she found herself growing attached at all -- she would end that situation.

This had been the case just a few days ago with James, a recent college grad who Amanda had played with for about six weeks. The two of them would hang out, watch a movie, have sex. It had been easy, superficial fun, but James confessing that he was developing feelings had prompted her to immediately cut it off. Mark had seen her do that before, and he was extremely confident that she would never accept a call or text from James again. That's just how it had to work.

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Mark finished his updates by five forty-five, which would put him home a bit earlier than he had planned -- probably by six fifteen. Not that he would have been able to see Amanda before she left, regardless; as an ICU nurse, she had to be in the unit a half hour before her shift to take report from the nurse she was relieving. In addition, Amanda was the sort of person who believed that if you were on time to something, you were late -- even though the hospital was only a half hour from home, she would be frazzled if she left less than forty-five minutes ahead of time (and she usually tried to allow even more time than that). Mark typically got home from work around five thirty, which gave him time to kiss his wife goodbye and maybe chat with her for a few minutes before she left for her shift; he had never known her to be late for anything in her life.

Knowing Amanda, she had probably met this Greg guy at McDonalds at five fifteen, maybe five thirty at the latest. She'd have a milkshake, they would chat, she would head to work. If things went well, she might have her new guy lined up. Mark decided that he didn't want to interrupt her, so he climbed into his car, fired up the air conditioning, and headed home. Once six o' clock rolled around, he sent a quick text.

"Got to leave a little earlier than planned, didn't want to interrupt you," he typed. "Already partway home. Hope it's going well."

After maybe thirty seconds, his phone buzzed with a reply. "Chatting, will call when I leave."

"Okay," he answered. "Love you."

Years of experience told him that Amanda had to be getting close to wrapping things up; she wouldn't be able to stay at McDonalds's much past six and make it on time to get report. That means that everything must be going well; Amanda had surely been there for a half hour -- if not more -- by now. If the guy had turned out to be an asshole, she would have left already, so this was a good sign.

Frankly, Mark preferred for his wife to have a regular guy or two to see. While there was always the risk of emotional attachment, it was good to have some known factors in the equation. It let Mark get a good feel for how long things would take, what sort of mindset Amanda would be in when she got home, and it helped him to not worry as much about some total stranger being a complete creep.

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Amanda reminded the kids about the leftovers in the fridge and kissed them goodbye. "Kelcie," she told the teen girl from next door, "Mark should be here no later than six-thirty, so you won't have to stay long."

The girl looked up from her textbook and waved in reply. "That's fine, Mrs. G -- we know the drill."

It was definitely nice to have a responsible kid available on short notice for days like today when the Greens' schedules didn't quite match up. Kelcie being next door made it so convenient, and the girl was generally good natured and easy to work with. Being fourteen, she wasn't driving yet, but that didn't matter since she could just walk over.

Amanda checked her phone -- ten minutes after five PM -- as she climbed into the Pathfinder. That would put her to McDonalds a little before five thirty, which gave her plenty of time to have a quick chat with this Greg guy.

She had seen his picture, of course -- the man had close-cropped brown hair so dark it was nearly black, a neatly trimmed beard to match, a square jaw, and a tall, burly build. She knew that he was an ex-Marine who now worked in a warehouse; it was obvious that he maintained his muscles. While Amanda had never been into really muscled guys, Greg certainly wasn't bad to look at.

As she drove, Amanda frowned a little. She would have preferred to make a first impression wearing something more flattering than scrubs; the set she was wearing featured foxes on a lavender background. While these were whimsical and fun, it was tough to look actually sexy in scrubs with the way that they fit -- or, rather, the way that they didn't.

As she usually did before a first meeting, Amanda had butterflies in her stomach. She knew for a fact that a lot of men found her to be attractive, but despite that, she always worried about being good enough for whoever she was meeting. You would have thought that after having sex with a bunch of different guys, she wouldn't have had issues with confidence; no man had ever given her anything but glowing praise. Somehow, though, she always worried that she just wouldn't measure up.

At five feet, seven inches tall, Amanda was an attractive woman. She had dirty blonde hair that hung in ringlets past her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes that would captivate anyone who looked too long into them, and an athletic build with outstanding curves.

She had insisted on getting a boob job after their son turned four, as breastfeeding had caused her breasts to sag significantly. Amanda had also taken the opportunity to increase to a DD cup at that time -- Mark had tried to convince her that she was beautiful and didn't need surgery, but it had been such a big deal to her that he had relented. It had drastically increased her self confidence, so her husband did view it as a worthwhile decision now. To this day, Amanda would admit to having a lift done, but she would deny the rest of the surgery; such was one of the few vanities she indulged in.

She was halfway to her exit when the phone vibrated. Amanda hated texting and driving, but she gave the phone a quick glance, anyway. It was Greg.

"Got off work late. I'm home, but haven't been able to shower yet. Would you mind coming here? I live ten minutes off of the exit."

Amanda frowned; this hadn't been the deal. She was more than a little uncomfortable going to a strange man's house when she had never met him before. Also, this would build in an extra twenty minutes into her commute today; while she had left early enough to make it work, she wouldn't be able to chat for long.

She typed back a response, trying to not get overly annoyed. "What happened to meeting in public?"

"You don't have to come inside. We can just chat in the driveway," came the reply. "I wouldn't be good company being sweaty and dirty."

Damn it. Amanda had gotten a lot pickier with the guys she would meet; Greg seemed like a really good prospect. He wasn't the kind that seemed to just have tons to say, but he had this confidence about him that had appealed to her. It didn't hurt that he had fresh STD tests, too. She figured that if she declined this schedule change, she would probably have to go back to the drawing board -- experience had shown that if you missed a chance to meet, for whatever reason, most guys wouldn't try again.

She sighed and typed an answer. "Okay, send me your address. I won't have very long to talk, as I'll have to go on to work."

As the "Exit -- one mile" sign came up on the interstate, her phone buzzed again.

"Great! I can take a quick shower and be ready for you. The address is 21315 Oak Crest Lane. There's a black Toyota in the garage, you can park behind it. See you soon."

Amanda blew out her breath in frustration. She hated last minute changes and uncertainty in life.

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The Pathfinder pulled into Greg's driveway at five thirty-six PM. The house looked to be small but well-kept; the yard was immaculate and clean. The garage was open as Greg had said it would be; Amanda followed his request and parked behind his black car. The house sat on a decent little plot of property, a good half acre or so of flat land with a row of trees serving as something of a natural fence between this house and the one beside it. It was a nice residential neighborhood with plenty of houses, but none packed too tightly together.