I married my high school girlfriend, Gina right after we graduated, and I joined the Army for my first fulltime job. We were both looking to escape our small hometown, and the military seemed the easy way out. We had known each other for years, and the sex we had together was incredible and adventurous. We both enjoyed sex and did almost everything a heterosexual couple might try together. But a young couple squeezing a household budget from an army private's salary struggles to make ends meet, and that causes tensions which sex doesn't relieve. Young wives around a military base are hard pressed to find any good jobs. And in our impetuous youth, days, weeks, and months seem like forever. So, in hindsight now that I'm older, I can't blame Gina for wanting some company when I was deployed.
The questions in many young military marriages are "How much can (will?) a husband tolerate, when he wants the pussy waiting for his return? And can he really demand (expect?) that her legs stay closed, and her pussy unused and saved for his return?" Must it be only about what HE wants?"
I learned that almost every military base has that infamous nightclub where many wives go when their husbands deploy for weeks or months at a time. The single soldiers on base always have more discretionary money to spend and would buy those lonely wives drinks (which the married household budget couldn't afford.) So, sexual tensions in young military marriages are soon tested.
Gina couldn't hold out for those weeks the first time I was gone. And after the second month-long deployment, it was time for her to say it:
"We need to talk."
Then our impatience and intolerance with each other quickly grew. Gina swore she loved me, but it wasn't enough ... for either of us!
When I couldn't get over the feeling of her turning me into a cuckold, after little more than a year of marriage, we divorced.
Well, DUH! Isn't that what you were expecting? Isn't that what men do to stop being a cuckold? Or is it already too late, and once she cheated the guy IS a cuckold and even divorce doesn't change the past? Forever after, he can always say
"Yeah, my first wife cucked me, so I guess I'm a cuckold."
Divorced, widowed, or remarried, that statement will always be true.
"My first wife did this ..."
With no kids, our divorce was quick and easy. Gina moved back home to her parents, and I spent most of the remaining two years of my enlistment as a bachelor living in the barracks. And by not supporting a wife and house, I had that discretionary money to try buying other wives drinks.
I saw infidelity from both sides and listened to several woeful tales of loneliness and longing desires. Of course, having been on the receiving end of an unfaithful wife, one might think I'd be more understanding of their husband's feelings. But a single woman for sex anywhere near an army base is not easily found every day or even every week, unless you pay a hooker! So, in my defense, drinks are the currency, pussy is pussy married or not, and the soldiers living in barracks have needs, too.
I remember one time when my roommate found a particularly horny young woman and snuck her into the barracks on a Friday night. That was a fun time for several of us in our platoon. No, we didn't rape her! She was VERY willing and seemed insatiable! I learned what one horny woman could want and do in 36 hours!
When the Staff Duty NCO caught us sneaking her out on Sunday morning, he was going to report us. But she casually said, "I'll take care of this," as she took his hand and led him into the company commander's empty office. An hour later, she came out saying she had to go home to be there when her husband came back from his deployment. Apparently, sometimes it doesn't even take drinks!
My first wife, Gina never did any barracks gangbangs (or at least she never admitted to it in her "talk".) She just needed a quick bang in the back seat of a car when I wasn't there to give it to her. I later learned that Gina found another guy a year after she went back home, and he made her happy. He was always there for her when she needed him. So, sorry to disappoint, but in this case there was no burning the bitch.
When I left the Army after my four-year enlistment, I was VERY experienced in all kinds of marital trials. Then I found a good job and met the perfect girl, Sarah, surprisingly a virgin who saved herself for the not-so-perfect guy. I felt like I was extremely lucky, and I dedicated myself to her and our kids for the next twenty years.
My 21-year-old virginal bride was most guy's "dream come true." As our kids were growing, she was the dedicated mother, wife, and always looked like the neighborhood MILF. But I knew her and trusted her, because she wasn't fawning over my dick like a hungry slut. And now being out of the Army, I was always there for her.
Sarah seemed to enjoy our sex together. But she wasn't as adventurous as Gina. Sex to Sarah was for making babies and giving me relief when I needed her. I would go down on her, which she never asked me to do and only accepted as something I wanted. Then I'd penetrate her to bring her to a back-clawing, leg shaking orgasm. But it didn't seem to be a craving she needed.
Sarah was more into the romance of me seducing her, spreading open to lovingly give herself to me, and cuddling afterwards. And blowjobs were never a part of that seduction, so she never offered. Once or twice per year I might talk her into "kissing me down there", but it would only last no more than a minute just to appease me. And any discussion of anal was out of the question. But we had a good sex life together, and she would even agree to watch porn sometimes (which is why I knew she hated blowjobs and wouldn't discuss anal.)
So, as the kids grew and left us with more time together, we had a good life. I had sown my wild oats with Gina and other women when I was young, and neither of us seemed to have any unfulfilled yearnings ... until ...
The Timely Influence
Sarah's older sister, Judy, was the one in their family who was NOT a shy virgin when she married. Judy went away to college and had some wild times before she met her husband. Then over their twenty-three years of marriage, they seemed to be the perfect couple and Judy never alluded to anything wrong between the two of them. They were just a normal couple, like all of those other good monogamous marriages
(wink, wink)
who never talk about what goes on behind closed doors. So, after years together in what appeared to be a perfect marriage, their split came as a surprise to the family.
When Judy separated from her husband, Sarah started having lunch with her at least once per week, to help her sister through those changing and emotional times. And even after the divorce was final, the sisters continued their weekly lunch dates.
Judy's husband and I were never close, and he didn't discuss any of the divorce details with me. I only heard the excuses and accusations from the one-sided discussions between the sisters, with Judy always being the aggrieved party enduring the overbearing husband.
But one time, about a year before their divorce, I remembered talking to her husband at a family picnic. After a few beers, I fell back into my old crude army talk and I mentioned how lucky we were to have our MILFs to fuck whenever we wanted. He caught me off guard when he pondered, "And I wonder who else?" I just brushed off that comment, putting it down to the alcohol. But in hindsight, I should have asked if he was implying that Judy cheated on him. Or could he even be relaying some rumor about my wife?
Judy's divorce came at a time when their kids were out of the house in college. And she was hot-looking in her late forties, an empty-nest divorcee, making the rounds with her new freedom to date. We could all see the confidence building in Judy, making her more assertive and bolder when discussing her dating life. So, it came as no surprise when I started hearing Sarah talking more about sex.
And it's all of these little bits of conversations here and there which accumulate in the back of your mind, building some nagging doubts.
The Sunday Lunch
I was in the house taking a break from cutting grass when Sarah arrived from her latest lunch with her sister.
Sitting at the kitchen table with a cold glass of iced tea, I asked "So, what's the latest with Judy? Did she show up in another 'walk of shame' cocktail dress like last week?"
"No," Sarah replied. "She was dressed in a tennis outfit. But she did talk about her time at a nightclub last night. She said she went home with the guy she picked, and he had a long penis. He did her 'prone'. I didn't ask her, ... but what does that mean, 'prone'?"
"That's when she started on her knees as he entered her from behind, then she laid down while he continued fucking her, with him leaning over her back."
"Why would she do that?" my naive wife asked. "She wouldn't be able to see him, if she's lying face down on the bed."
"Some women find that exciting, as he's entering her at a different angle and hitting her G-spot," I tried to explain. "I think it also has something to do with rubbing against their ass, and that's an erogenous zone for some. Wouldn't you like to feel something different sometime?"
"I like what we have together when we're making love," she replied.
"It doesn't have to always be about
making love
