We were in our seventeenth year of marriage. My wife and I were geographically separated. I was stationed in the Eastern USA and she was at home in a Midwest State. Another Sailor and myself had rented a three-bedroom house, instead of living aboard ship when the ship was in homeport. We were stationed aboard different ships so; usually we were never there at the same time. We had the house all to ourselves to do with as we saw fit, as long as we didn’t destroy the house or the furnishings contained there in.
I had been suggesting to my wife for about the past six years that she should find a male friend to keep her company while I was away. I kept insisting that since I was her first fuck, she should find out if she was truly satisfied with my cock alone.
I had not always been faithful to her and ended up fucking several other women while I was away and sometimes even when I wasn't away. I was feeling a bit guilty, as she had remained faithful to me even after learning of a couple of the women. Or at least that's what she would have me believe, and so I did.
One evening late I had gone to bed and was just drifting off to sleep when the telephone rang. It was my wife. She said rather haltingly, "Well I guess that I am now an adulterous woman."
My heart nearly leaped into my throat and I caught my breath. I had been coaxing her for years to do just that, to assuage my guilt, and now she was telling me that she had done it. A multitude of things raced through my mind. The guilt that I had felt was now replaced with apprehension. I never thought that she would. Not even in my wildest dreams. But now she was telling me that she had and very recently.
I pressed her for details, not wanting to seem over anxious. "Do I ah, know the ah, gentleman?" I asked.
"No." she replied. "I met him at a dance. Your cousin Cheryl and I went to the Old Red Barn to dance and have a few drinks. I met Bob and we danced and had a few drinks. We did some petting while on the dance floor. He would rub his cock against my leg and he felt of my breasts through my shirt. Of course you know that I never wear a bra. While sitting at the table I allowed him to reach inside my pants and feel my pussy."
The scene that she was describing produced my next question. "What did you do? Take him out to the parking lot and fuck him in the car?"
She laughed and said, "No! He invited me to his place for a nightcap. I don’t know why I went, but one thing lead to another and we ended up in bed together."
I asked, "Did he fuck you then?"
"Yes he fucked me, and I kept thinking about how it felt like you fucking me, not a stranger."
I didn't believe her analogy of that one, although my wife was a very honest woman and rarely told untruths. Even so I knew her to be very capable of little white lies if the need arose.
My question was, "Did you suck his cock for him?" I knew how she enjoyed sucking my cock. My wife was the type that could suck my cock and have an orgasm without anything touching her pussy.
She admitted that she had sucked his cock and his balls. She had never sucked my balls for me before. I had instant pangs of jealousy. I discovered that she had in the course of the evening fucked him three times. I asked, "So what time did you return home?"
"It was about six in the morning. I had to be home in time to get the children up for school and get ready for work."
"Your telling me that you spent the night with the guy?"
Her answer was a swooning, "Yessssss!"
She had made plans to come out and see me in the East. She explained that she would be leaving on the plane and gave me the date of her arrival. I could hardly wait to see her.
As she approached me in the airport, two very studly businessmen in suits escorted her down the concourse. The men had her engaged in conversation and I could see that they were attempting to talk her into going along with them for the rest of the day. I found out later, that she had sat in the middle seat between the two men for the entire flight, and they had become very friendly toward one another.
When she spotted me, she smiled at the two men with her and told them goodbye. She walked over to where I was standing and gave me a kiss. Somehow she looked a lot different to me.
"Would you like to stop in the bar for a drink before we go to my place?"
"Yes." She said.
Somehow I needed the drink to calm my ever-increasing anticipation. I couldn’t help but notice as we drank our drinks that she was different. She seemed surer of herself and of her desirability. I also noticed that she was not wearing a bra as usual and I could only guess about panties at this time.
On the way to my place, I reached over and lifted up her skirt above her knee and she told me, "I wouldn't lift it any higher unless you want to give the truckers a thrill."
"Your not wearing panties?"
She smiled back at me, "No."
My concentration was yanked away by traffic and I didn't pursue the reasoning behind the lack of undergarments. When we were once again able to converse, I learned that she had removed them in the airplane bathroom so that the men on either side of her had access to her pussy. I was astounded at her apparent bravery or sluttish behavior.
In the course of our conversations I informed her that my roommate had been in port the other day and I had told him all about her. I had shown him a picture of her. Mike had liked what he saw. The picture was a G rated version but when I told him that he might have an opportunity to *Get Lucky* with her, he was very excited about that possibility. We had talked about her and that possibility in great length for the remainder of the evening.
I explained to her that Mike had gone back out to sea but it was only for a couple of days. He should be returning the next evening.
