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This is an early effort at a first person narrative. As with most of the things that I post here, this is experimental, I have a thick skin, and criticism is appreciated.
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I was twenty-five, and my wife, Hadley, a year younger. We had just returned from a four-year hitch in Hawaii and were glad to be back on the mainland. Life at our new home, Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was good. Hadley hadn’t found a job jet and occupied herself with exercise, house keeping and working on her tan in the yard behind our military quarters Jump school, long runs and hours of push-ups and sit-ups put me in the best physical condition of my life..
God, she looked good then. Four years of the beach, swimming, surfing, and diving, had toasted her naturally dark complexion to a golden tan and toned her body to perfection. Her breasts had plumped to gorgeous thirty-four Cs during her pregnancy with our daughter and had retained their size and shape. Long black hair hung almost to her tight round ass. The daughter of a Baptist preacher, she initially wore clothes that concealed her body, but Hawaiian hedonism and a new sense of self-confidence allowed her to take pride in her appearance. Now she tended toward short skirts, tank tops and silky fabrics that accentuated her form.
Hadley’s penchant for tiny bikinis while sunbathing in the small patch of grass behind our brick military quarters earned many disapproving stares from the wives of the older sergeants. My work, keeping old Vietnam era helicopters running, was rewarding but left me with plenty of leisure time to spend with Hadley, and our marriage experienced a sexual renaissance. Before the birth of our daughter, Hadley endured sex as a marital chore, but now she relished it. Where she had been guarded and prudish in our lovemaking, she was now ravenous. Previously, she passively accepted my oral ministrations, now she relished them. Before, she would barely touch my penis; now she was a voracious cocksucker. Hadley became more sensual and inventive almost daily, and we spent hours examining one another’s bodies. She lost every trace of her former inhibition. Some of my hottest reminisces are of slow, hot, sweat covered lovemaking on our waterbed in a tiny unairconditioned bedroom.
We met Mike and Thelma through my work. They were both senior non-commissioned Officers in their early thirties. Mike was tall, and Hadley thought Mike was extraordinarily handsome. He had dark hair, olive complexion, a swimmer’s build, and athletic grace. Thelma was my height with light brown hair bleached lighter by the sun and cut in a short professional style, runner’s legs, tight ass, and pert hard breasts. She was hot and knew it. Thelma was also the most sexually aggressive woman I had ever known.
Mike and Thelma had just married and were moving into a larger home and would be between homes over a four-day weekend. Our daughter was spending the summer in Florida with my folks, so we invited Mike and Thelma to bunk with us in our two-bedroom apartment. The living space would be tight, but they would save the cost of a hotel. Mike was appreciative and stopped by the liquor store on the way over to stock up on Strohs, vodka, mixers, wine, ice, and food.
I was in the kitchen when they arrived Thursday evening. Thelma came into the kitchen and began laying out pizza, sandwiches and ice. Hadley led Mike into our daughter’s bedroom so he could drop off their things.
The windows were open, and the fans were running, but the kitchen was still hot. I wore cutoff jeans and had long since abandoned my shirt because of the relentless North Carolina heat and humidity. I stood in a corner of the kitchen pulling paper plates from a cabinet when someone moved in close behind me. Thinking Hadley had come to the kitchen for a quick grope, I turned around expecting a kiss. I started when I turned.
Thelma stepped in close. She reached around my waist, pulled me toward her, looked into my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Heat. The kiss was totally unexpected. Her lips were scorching, her hard breasts and erect nipples ground into my chest. I was covered in a light dew of sweat from the heat; her body had already soaked her light t-shirt. As she pulled away her t-shirt clung to my body.
"Damn! What the hell was that?"
"Nick, shut the fuck up and kiss me again"
"What about Mike and Hadley?"
"Worry about me. Mike will take care of Hadley."
When we had hung out before, always as couples, there was the usual light flirting but always verbal. This was a quantum leap in our friendship. There had never been the slightest hint that there was a possibility of sex. Hadley and I had not even had sex before marriage and never discussed anything kinkier than cunnilingus and fellatio. Fucking outside of our relationship never crossed my mind. Well, until now.
