After serving a few years in the Army I became a civilian again. My name is Greg Daley and I am 30, 6 ft tall with brown hair cut very short. I am burly and have a few war tattoos on my right and left biceps. I served in Iraq for a few months and injured myself by taking grenade shrapnel to my left knee. It left a big scar but I survived. I just couldn't run as well as last time and there were occasional bursts of pain.
When the grenade exploded I saved a platoon mate named Tom Fisher. He was a sergeant just like me but was in his late 30s. I pulled him out of the way and threw him into the trench. In the process I busted my knee. When I returned home, I was in the hospital for a few weeks. When I got out, Tom offered to take me in for a couple of weeks till I could go back home. I was single and lived alone so I agreed.
Tom had finished his contract and we both got our honorable discharges. He served in the army longer than me so he was sort of role model to me. He was nice to me but like all sergeants gave us hell when we trained.
The first day I got to his house, I was greeted by his wife Karen. She's like a hot MILF. She's in her 30s but looks like she's 25. She has long blonde hair that reaches past her shoulders. She had round brown eyes with very few wrinkles around them. She was 5ft 6 with a pair of 34Cs. Her ass was round and although it sagged a bit with her age, it still looked fuckable. She was hot and Tom was lucky.
"Oh Greg thank you," Karen hugged me when we reached Tom's house. She smelt nice and she was kissing me allover. "Thank you for saving my dear Tom. I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there to save him."
"I would be in pieces," Tom chuckled as he kissed his wife.
"Don't laugh about these things," she said sternly. She then smiled at me and helped me into the house. "Greg, I'm so grateful and we owe you."
"It's okay Karen," I said modestly. "I'm just glad Tom's alright." She smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek.
For the first few days, I sat on the couch and watched TV. My bandages were out and my knee hurt less and less everyday but I couldn't run properly anymore. One evening Tom was in the den reading a paper while Karen was in the kitchen fixing up dinner. She called us to eat. I walked slowly to the dining table. Tom sat opposite me and Karen sat in between us on the end of the table. She was wearing a low V neck blouse that showed ample cleavage. She also wore stretchable black pants that hugged her soft round ass nicely. It didn't look big at all. It was just nice.
She put a pate of spaghetti for Tom. Then she stood up and leaned over to me while she dumped the food on my plate. As she did, I caught a look of her tits as she leaned forward. They looked round and a bit saggy but still good. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. I knew that she didn't notice me but when she sat down, I saw Tom smirking at me. I blushed a bit and ate quickly.
After dinner we were all sitting on the couch. Karen drank a few glasses of wine whilst Tom and I had a few Scotches. She went to answer the phone that conveniently rang. Then Tom asked me a question that took me by surprise.
"So Greg, I notice you like Karen's tits," he said smirking. "What do you think of them?"
"Uh..." I said, panicking.
"It's okay. Most guys do. I don't blame you," he said laughing. I gave a sign of relief.
"Oh okay," I said.
"So would you do her?" he said.
"Excuse me?"
"Would you want to fuck her?" he asked again smiling. "Tell me the truth. I'm cool with it." I nodded. "That's what I thought. What would you say if I said you could?"
"What?" I said a stunned.
"What would you do if I let you fuck her?" Tom said still smiling.
"Tom I don't know where this is going," I said nervously.
Karen came back and sat next to me.
"What are you guys talking about?" she asked as she placed an arm around me.
"I asked him if he would want to fuck you," Tom replied.
"Does he?" Karen asked smiling. She looked at me and I was stunned. Tom laughed.
I was at a lost of words.
"Go ahead buddy, fuck her brains out," Tom said putting his empty glass down. "Here I'll help you get started." He came to Karen's other side and pulled up her blouse to reveal her beautiful tits as she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her breasts were a bit floppy but I still liked them. She had large nipples and her areolas were like fifty cent coins. It jiggled a bit as she moved. I sported a hard on and I felt her hand rub my crotch. She turned her head and made out with Tom, sticking her tongue into his mouth.
When the finished kissing Tom looked at me and said, "Greg, you gonna fuck her or not cause I am." He stood up and took off his pants. His shirt was pulled off and he was in his boxers. He then pulled off his boxers and his cock sprung out. I had seen it before in the showers but not erect. It was average in size, 6 inches and circumcised. He had a thin forest on his groin and his nuts were a bit covered with hairs.
Karen stood up and pulled of her pants. She was wearing a pair of red panties which she slipped off. I caught a glimpse of her pussy. It was covered in a trimmed bush and it was wet. She stroked it awhile then looked at me.