Late in the summer I needed an assistant to help with organizing and directing a community fund raising project. I contacted many of the local businesses and organizations and finally got a volunteer from the areas Marine reserve detachment in a neighboring town. I arranged to have the Sergeant who was to be my assistant drop by late in the afternoon after work.
I was cleaning the garage when a tall, typical stereotype of a Marine, in full dress blues came walking up the driveway.
"Hi, I'm George. Are you Bob? Excuse the fancy getup. I just came from a funeral at the National Cemetery. I was part of the honor guard. " That was the beginning of an adventure that my wife, Carolyn, and I had never dreamed of.
George was from Florida and had a southern accent. It took us a while to get used to 'Smif' for Smith and 'birfday' for birthday. It seemed that the 'th' combination of letters is to a southerner what 'L' is to an oriental. He was a lover of the outdoors as were we and was always talking about going camping or hiking in the middle of nowhere. He had a 4X4 truck and a canoe and mountains of camping gear so he was well prepared. The evening we met we talked till well after midnight about all manner of things. The three of us hit it off right from the beginning like we had known each other forever.
As the weeks passed George and I, with an assist from my wife Carolyn, worked on our fund raiser. George became a regular for dinner every Wednesday night and we would spend a little time on our project and a lot of time just talking, sipping wine and trying to arrange a time that we could all go camping together in the back woods.
It began to dawn on me that every Wednesday night after George left Carolyn would be much more amorous than other nights. He would barely be out the door when she would announce that it was time for bed, zip upstairs, take a shower and jump into bed without her usual tee shirt and panties. She would usually have large bath a towel folded up into a pad under her ass. When I got into bed her nipples would be hard and erect pointing skyward and she would have her hands clamped between her legs. Just sliding the palm of my hand over her hard nipples and down her belly would make her sigh and begin to open her legs. Normally it usually took some extended foreplay for her to reach this super horny stage. A little more tit pinching, biting and sucking and she would be moaning with her legs wide apart, knees almost on the bed and the soles of her feet pressing together. With a little more twisting, kissing, biting and licking of her titties she would have a moaning mini-orgasm her hands still between her legs pressing her pussy. George was having a very decided influence on her libido.
By the time her mini-orgasm subsided her pussy lips were swollen and firm, fully engorged with blood. Clear, slippery pussy juice was flowing from her pussy and running down her ass crack onto the towel. Her clit was erect and pulsing, like a hard little one inch long cock, waiting to be sucked. At this point her cunt and the surrounding area was very sensitive and it wouldn't take much to set her off into a full blown orgasm. I began just barely touching her slippery lips pushing her to a higher level of excitement without making her cum.
"Oh my god, what are you doing to me? Oh yes…keep doing it…don’t stop…god that's great", was all she kept whispering
"Relax and enjoy", I replied.
Slowly I slid my finger along her inner lips just grazing them using her copious pussy juice as a lubricant. Then I slowly stroked from her asshole to just below her clit being careful never to touch her little button. She gradually relaxed more and more spreading her knees even wider apart till they were flat on the bed, soles of her feet still together. Her lips felt so hard and swollen that they seemed about to burst. Her breathing slowed and she seemed to drift off to another plane.
I asked her "What do you want me to do now?"
Her answer was usually, "Anything you want to do."
I slid down the bed and begin to lick and blow on her pussy again avoiding her clit. Her cunt and asshole pulsed as if they were trying to suck my tongue into them. Sometimes her asshole opened up wide so I could see the pearly lining inside her back door. My tongue slipped lower and massaged the pulsing rosebud of her asshole pressing to gain entry into the forbidden tunnel.
During all this time Carolyn would be softly moaning, "That’s so fucking good…stick your tongue in my pussy…lick the lips, nibble on them. Oh shit, bite them…kiss my ass, lick it…stick your tongue in again…slow just touching…oh my god, I feel like I've got to pee."
"Go ahead and pee if you want to", I said.
After a while I adjusted my position and slid a finger into her pussy, another into her slippery asshole, placing my thumb near her clit.
"Oh, yes do my ass and cunt…slide in and out…go as deep as you can…put another finger in my asshole…now in my pussy…push in and hold them in as deep as you can…stretch me open…Oh shit, I need to cum, pleaseee touch my clitty…gentle…press it…ohh, ohhhh, fuck me with your fingers, rub my clitty, oh my god, I'm going to cum, press my clitty HARD, pound your fingers into meeeeee…rub clitty…oh…oh…oh…shi…aaaahhhhhh."
She bucked and arched her back and with each contraction of her pussy a little pee spurted out (the reason she got the towel). She writhed on the bed for as long as I pressed and rubbed her clit. Finally after a couple of minutes her pussy became so sensitive she grabbed my hand and made me stop.
The longer the foreplay buildup the longer and stronger her orgasm.
After she came down to earth the first words out of her mouth would be "FUCK ME QUICK. Shove your cock up my pussy while I'm still pulsing inside."
I was always ready to oblige and sometimes I would even slid my cock into her asshole that was so well lubricated with her pussy juices.
Whenever I slid my dick up her ass she moaned, went limp and began to pee. "I can't help it. Your cock in my ass makes me so relaxed I can't stop the pee from coming out", she said.
Finally after one of these Wednesday night sessions I asked her why she was so turned on when she had seen George. "I don't know what it is. Every time I get near him my pussy starts to tingle and get wet. Maybe it's the idea of his moustache tickling my clitty. Why don't you grow a moustache? I think clitty would like that."
I really don't think it was the moustache. I think it was that George was a 6' 2" Marine with a great looking uniform and a big bulge in his pants that was the turn on.
Several weeks later George asked us if we would like to go on a camping trip with him and his girlfriend Judy who was supposed to be something of a swinger.
Carolyn and I talked it over and Carolyn said she would go if we could switch and she could fuck George and I would fuck Judy one of the nights. From the way Carolyn had been acting this didn't come as a shock to me and I figured it could work since Judy was supposed to be a swinger. Besides, Judy had a body to die for and I would get a night fucking and sucking all those goodies while Carolyn got to fuck George.
The next time I talked to George I told him the plan. He thought it was great as he had been getting a hard-on every Wednesday for the past few months and really wanted to fuck Carolyn. He told me that during dinner, for several months, she had been running her hand up and down his thigh and petting his cock under the table. He would talk to Judy and finalize the plans.
The next week George showed up for dinner as usual. We sat down to eat and asked George if he had talked to Judy about the camping trip.
"Yep, I talked at her and the bitch says she will only sleep with me if we go camping. I told her to get lost. There are plenty a other ladies out there with great bods who are really swingers. We got two who come into the recruiting office that will fuck or blow you in the back room any day of the week. I'll have to see if I can hook up with one of them."
By the way, I've got a secret to tell you guys one of these days."
"Tell us now", Carolyn said.
"Well not now, maybe some other time" ,said George.
"You bastard, don't leave us hanging", Carolyn said.
George just grinned.
Well that finished the camping trip and Carolyn's plan for fucking George. We were all dejected as we sat eating our dinner. Our camping adventure had been put on hold and there would be no switching partners to look forward to. We definitely needed a 'Plan B'.
On Friday morning George called and invited us to come over to his place to watch a some videos. He had gotten hold of copies of 'Deep Throat' and 'Behind the Green Door'. We said that would be great and we would bring some wine and snacks.
Friday night arrived and we left for George's house armed with several bottles of wine and a grocery bag full of junk-food-snacks. It was still early so we decided to have a glass of wine and visit for a while before we started the XXX videos.
We each had several glasses of wine while talking amiably and were beginning to feel the tensions of the day slipping away. I pored another round of wine and while passing it to Carolyn I slipped and managed to spill almost the whole glass on her blouse and jeans.
"Damn, be careful, you don't get any more wine. You've had enough. It's almost impossible to get red wine out of a blouse like this one." She stood up and headed for the bathroom to try to clean up.
