Memories are not necessarily recalled in chronological order. I just finished sharing a memory on Literotica.com. That memory is only one of many erotic episodes in our life. It was an early episode but not our first polyamorous experience. The memory of that first time watching my wife fuck another man is still very vivid in my octogenarian mind.
We were young, very poor soldiers getting paid once a month. There were three couples of us. At the end of each month, we would share what little money or food we had. Entertainment was whatever we made of it. We played cards, tried Monopoly, tried but couldn't afford supplies for arts and crafts. Boredom brings out the creative juices.
One night after several drinks we wound up fucking together. At first it was just watching our friends fucking, sort of like a live pornographic movie. Then Cherie suggested exchanging partners. Mary looked shocked and my erection intensified. Cherie had just suggested what I had been thinking since that first night of "just watching."
We had never strayed from our vows; our commitment to each other. At least, neither of us had confessed to adulterous behavior. We didn't swap that night but that suggestion inevitably led to a new kind of relationship in our marriage. And, one of our most exciting memories that has led to many an exciting fuck while remembering verbally.
The discussion that followed that night of lechery and debauchery continued for some time. We were not sure how to proceed. It was really difficult to get a grasp on the desire to have such an exciting experience, realizing what it might mean to the rest of our lives. Did we really want go beyond watching; to fuck another person; to enjoy the sight of our spouse enjoying sex with another?
I knew that I wanted to fuck Cherie. I fantasized about feeling those long legs wrapped around me. I came close several nights to a wet dream. And, I wanted to feel Sharon's boobs. I couldn't stop thinking about standing behind her with her boobs in the palms of my hands; lifting them, pinching her nipples.
The more we discussed it the more open the discussion became. Mary admitted an interest in getting fucked in a group. She had even had rape fantasies. Or, at least being fucked by more than one man despite her objections. But, she was afraid that it might lead to a disaster in our marriage.
"Maybe we could start by just touching. I might like to give Larry a hand job. He isn't circumcised. I've fantasized about playing with it. And, I bet you would like to lick Cherie's pussy?"
It was so exciting that we could hardly wait for the end of the next month.
Larry and I had served together in the early days of the Vietnam conflict. We had just learned that his wife, Sharon, was pregnant. Sharon was only nineteen and an absolute knockout; short with big boobs and nice ass, bleached blond hair, and big blue eyes that always seemed to be flirting.
Jim and his wife Cherie had been at Fort Wolters for several years. They had been assigned to this post near his home in Austin directly out of his advanced training. Jim and Cherie had two young children, both under three years of age. Cherie's body was not what one would expect of a woman having given birth to two children. She was tall and thin with small, firm breasts and a cute but not conspicuous ass. Her long legs were her best asset.
Mary and I were older than the others. I was twenty-two before my induction into the Army. This was three years later. We had been married five years and had a two-year-old daughter. Our sex life was good but no longer torrid.
Mary was not considered petite but she was small. Her red hair and green eyes grabbed attention, from both men and women. I loved the way the freckles popped out on her upturned nose and on her small, lily-white breasts. At almost five-five, I was nearly a foot taller.
The guys were just as diverse. Jim was shorter and a little chubby. He was barely taller than Cherie. Larry was average, about six feet tall, muscular and just under two hundred pounds. I was by far the tallest at six four but slender built, well under two hundred pounds.
From our descriptions, it would seem the ideal couples would be Cherie with me, Mary with Larry and Jim with Sharon. Life ain't by the book. But, we did engage in an attempt to fix that.
After discussing this memory with Mary, we're sure it was a summer month, probably July, when we participated in this group sharing. Note that we had all been naked together and watched our friends have sex. We had not, however, shared partners before this.
The afternoon of that end-of-month get together we were grilling some cheap ribs on our charcoal grill. We had invited our neighbor Vivian and her young daughter (also a three-year-old) to share the meal with us. Her husband was on temporary assignment. The children played in the plastic pool and sprayed everyone with the water hose. They were having so much fun and getting along very well. Vivian volunteered to host all the kids for a sleepover. That sealed the deal. We could play adult games without the danger of exposing our debauchery to the children.
Sexual tension was building during the meal but our loud group of children constantly interrupted any naughty thought until the meal and the cleanup were finished. Vivian gathered the group of children and moved them next door to her place. We were left to entertain ourselves as darkness settled over our late summer evening.
