The Life Of An Army Wife

My name is Karen. I am a reasonably attractive young woman. I am five foot, four inches tall and weigh one hundred and twenty-two pounds. I work out and have a good figure, though my breasts are smaller than I would like. My husband seems to like them the way they are though. I have light brown hair, when I am not a blonde, which varies from shoulder length to just below my shoulder blades. I am twenty-four years old and have been married for two years. My husband is an NCO in the Army.

I am not able to have children, which has never been a problem for me. I am apparently missing that gene that makes women crave babies and motherhood. Fortunately for me, my husband seems to lack the gene that drives men to want to father children. We both love kids when they belong to other people and we don’t have to spend too much time around them.

There is one other thing that makes us a little different than most other young married couples. We both enjoy showing me off, discreetly, of course. I don’t walk around the neighborhood in the nude, although I bet that would be exciting. I will occasionally flash truckers on the Interstate when we are out for a ride. We also enjoy it when I flash men at nearby tables when we are out for dinner.

We aren’t swingers. Neither of us has expressed an interest in sex with other partners. Just showing off, turning on strange men and ourselves in the process. We have recently included another person in our games, however, and things are changing.

Ted is a very good friend of mine from work. Ted and I tell each other everything at work. If he were not a tall, well built, black man he would be my best girl friend.

One day I let it slip about the little game of exhibitionism my hubby and I like to play. Ted’s eyes lit up like you would not believe and for days he kept bringing up the subject. He asked me to tell him about what I had done and how it felt and how my husband reacted. I was reluctant at first, but I found that talking about it to Ted was almost as big a turn on as doing it.

Then, one day he talked me into demonstrating. We had been talking about it and I was kind of turned on and the next thing I knew I was slowly spreading my legs and sliding down slightly in my chair until the crotch panel of my panties was completely exposed through my pantyhose.

Ted groaned out loud and stared at my exposed crotch for a few moments and then suggested that it would be a much better view if I would remove my pantyhose. I smiled at him and I didn’t even have to think about it. I knew I was safe here in the office, we had nowhere near enough privacy to actually have sex even if I wanted to. I stood up and headed for the door.

He asked me where I was going and I told him I was going to the ladies room to remove my pantyhose. He told me to stay. He wanted to watch me take them off. The idea excited me, but I was nervous about someone walking in and catching me in the act of removing them. There would be no explaining that away.

I hesitated for a few moments, really wanting to do it, but afraid. Ted got up and moved over and stood in front of the door. If anyone tried to open the door it would hit him and stop, giving me time to rush to my desk and slide my legs underneath.

I stood facing Ted, about ten feet away. I slipped my shoes off and then I reached for the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up to my waist. I turned my back to Ted, slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pantyhose and, keeping my legs straight, bent slowly and rolled them down my legs. I removed the hose and put my shoes back on. I slowly turned around to face Ted, still with my skirt around my waste. At that moment I was as aroused as I had ever been in my life. Then I noticed the huge tent in the front of Ted’s pants and gasped.

I am not sure what would have happened next if someone had not opened the door to our office. The door hit Ted and stopped. I scrambled for my desk and sat down and Ted grabbed the door knob and pulled it open, acting as if he had just been reaching for the door to leave. Luckily for him he is a large, black man and his excitement was not obvious in his face.

My face, on the other hand, must have been bright red. Fortunately I was able to sit with my back to the door and work at my computer while Ted left with our coworker who had come looking for him.

I was thankful for the interruption. I needed the time to regain my composure. All I could think about right now was how much I needed a good hard cock. Then I thought about the front of Ted’s slacks and wondered. I had never seen a black cock in real life. I had never seen a real large cock of any color. Then I started thinking about what I was going to tell my husband.

I finally cleared my head and got back to work. Ted came back in a few minutes and we smiled at each other but we both had work to do and we never even mentioned what had just happened.

Finally it was time to go home. I grabbed my purse, with my pantyhose stuffed inside, and headed home. My husband gets off a half hour before I do and he was already home. As soon as I got in the door I attacked him. I rushed him into the bedroom and started undressing.

He, being a man, needed no further encouragement and also undressed. We jumped into bed and I told him that if he would eat my pussy and give me a couple of great orgasms I would tell him about something that happened to me today that was really going to turn him on. My husband has a nice cock. Not real big, about six inches, and not real thick, but nicely shaped and clean and pretty. I like it. I like to touch it and taste it and I like having it in my pussy. He is a very thoughtful and considerate lover too. But what he does better than any other man I have ever had sex with is eat pussy. Don’t get me wrong. I have not had sex with that many men. There have been four including my husband. But he never fails to get me turned on and he never fails to get me off, usually many times.

So, as he started licking around my thighs and my stomach, teasing me with his tongue and the light caress of his fingertips running lightly over my sensitive skin, I began to tell him about what happened with Ted today. I didn’t get far before the first orgasm hit me. I was still just as turned on as I had been in the office when I had put on that little show for Ted. It was a short story. Not that much had actually happened. It was a difficult story to tell though. I had to keep stopping for orgasms.

Before long I had told him everything, in minute detail. As I finished he got to his knees and then attacked me, plunging his cock into my sopping wet pussy and fucking me violently. He came almost immediately. He wasn’t done though. He stayed in me and stayed hard and in a few minutes he was fucking me again. Damn! It felt so fucking good!

At last we came together and then lay on our sides facing each other. We talked a little about what had happened and both of us were sorry that he could not have been there to watch.

**

The next day I got up and showered and was getting dressed for work. My husband has to get up early and go in for PT (physical training) before work. I laid out a nice dress and a lacy bra and panty set. I then picked out a pair of pantyhose and started to get dressed. I put on the panties and bra but as I held the hose up I thought about yesterday and put them back down. I put on my dress and headed for work.

Ted wasn’t there when I arrived. I put my purse in my desk and sat down. I turned my computer on and as it booted up I looked over at where I had stood yesterday and pictured what had happened. Just then Ted came in and smiled his usual friendly smile and went to his desk and we both acted as if nothing had ever happened.

We are both programmer/analysts for the Government, working on an Army base in the Southwestern US. We each worked at our terminals for about an hour and then it was time to go get a cup of coffee in the break room and just kind of stretch our legs. We did it every day at about this time. I noticed when I stood that Ted did a double take, noticing that I wasn’t wearing hose. He smiled but didn’t say anything. We went down the hall and got some coffee and spoke briefly with some of our coworkers before taking our coffee back to our office.

We normally work with the door closed. We share the building with the Judge Advocate General’s Office and there is often a lot of traffic from troops coming in and out. Sometimes it gets pretty noisy and distracting if the door is open.

For a long time it has been our habit to take this morning coffee break and he would sit at his desk and I would sit in the chair in front of his desk facing him and we would talk. Gossip, flirting, talking shop, whatever came up. We both knew in advance what the topic would be today.

As soon as we were seated he asked me if I had told my husband about yesterday. I grinned, wondering if he was worried about a jealous husband. He had met my husband several times, but they didn’t really know much about one another. I just nodded my head.

Ted asked how my husband had reacted. I told him, in great and glorious detail. As I talked I slowly began moving my legs apart. It was getting almost as hot in the office as it had yesterday. The lacy panties I wore were almost transparent when they were dry. I didn’t have the nerve to look, but I was pretty sure they were not dry right now. While I talked Ted stood up and moved out from behind his desk.

He moved over beside me and the large bulge in his pants was right in my face. He casually reached down and slowly pulled my skirt up just a bit further so that the crotch of my underwear was visible from where he stood. Finally I had to look. I was right. My underwear was soaking wet and completely transparent!

Neither of us moved for a moment. Neither of us spoke either.

Ted stared at my exposed underwear for a moment and then he slowly and gently bent down and moved his finger over my clit. The moment his finger touched me I had an instant orgasm. He watched me tense up and groan as I struggled to keep quiet through an obvious orgasm, then he turned and went back to his desk. I checked the time and our break was over. I got up and walked unsteadily back to my desk and we both went back to work.

Nothing more was said and I was glad that there was no uncomfortable moment between us. Neither of us seemed to be embarrassed. Except for those few minutes during our morning break we both behaved normally throughout the morning.

That afternoon, during our mid-afternoon break, I was again sitting in the chair in front of Ted’s desk. He had asked me to tell him about some more of our flashing adventures. I started telling him about a recent trip and the fun we had had flashing truckers. As I talked I again spread my legs until they were as wide as the arms of the chair would allow.

I could see that he was adjusting his cock in his pants, and then rubbing his cock as I told him all about how I had begun the day exposing my bra and panties to truckers and gradually getting more bold until I was riding naked and playing with myself as my husband drove the car right beside one eighteen wheeler after another.

When I paused at the end of my little narrative Ted told me to pull the crotch of my panties aside so that he could see my pussy. I know that he had already seen me through my transparent underwear. I knew that they were so wet right now that he could see through them. Still, the act of moving them out of the way as I sat right in front of him and baring my pussy was extremely exciting. I also thought about the way he had told me to do it. It had not been a request. It had been an order! That was exciting too.

I carefully grabbed the sopping wet crotch of my panties and pulled them out and away from my pussy. I held them that way for a moment and then he told me to put my finger in my pussy.

Without hesitation I put my finger in my pussy and gently moved it in and out a few times. When he told me to suck it clean I moved my finger to my mouth without question and while our eyes locked I sucked my finger as if it were a cock until all traces of my juices were gone.

Then I got up and moved back to my desk. As I sat back down I discretely pulled the back of my skirt up enough so that the juices pouring out of my pussy would not leave a stain.

Again, as soon as we got back to work our banter returned to the normal office banter. This was a relief to me. I was enjoying this at least as much as Ted was. But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or affect our working relationship.

I got home at the usual time and there was a repeat of last night. I told my husband, Dave, everything that had happened today, every juicy detail. After we were both sexually satisfied we held each other close and Dave started to wonder out loud where this might be going. He noted that Ted obviously urging me to go a little bit farther each time. He asked me how I felt about where this might be going.

It may seem strange, but I had not considered it. It was taking place in a relatively safe environment where there was no possibility of us actually having sex. I was just enjoying being an exhibitionist and getting Ted so turned on he couldn’t get up from his desk for half an hour.

I hadn’t really thought about actually having sex with Ted. I asked Dave if he wanted me to stop. He was quick to say no. I asked him what he would think if I went further, if I actually had sex with Ted.

He didn’t answer for a long time. I could tell he was thinking about it because I could feel his cock getting hard again and begin sliding up and down the crack of my ass. Finally he told me that there was nothing I could do to make him stop loving me, or respecting me.

We had talked before about how our sexual appetites were a little different than those of most people. He went on to say that listening to what had happened to me at work the last two days was a huge turn on and then he admitted something I did not know. He said that he sometimes had fantasies of me having sex with other men.

He asked me how accurate my description of what happened had been. I had given him as accurate and descriptive an account of what took place as I could. I don’t believe I left anything out. He pointed out that Ted had progressed in only three short sessions to the point of giving me orders.

Dave knew that my favorite fantasy was of submission. The idea of being dominated and used and even slightly abused was one that I had enjoyed since puberty. Dave and I had played at it, but he is just too damned nice to be a real good dominant. That was okay. We had a great sex life and it was probably better to keep that fantasy in the fantasy world. Especially since we were talking about someone I work with.

That was about as far as the conversation went, we were both highly aroused again and after another round of very satisfying sex we drifted off to sleep. We awoke an hour later and got up and had supper. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched television for a few hours. Just like normal people!

**

The next morning was Saturday and after breakfast we went shopping. Before we went to the grocery store we stopped at the mall in town. It wasn’t a very big town, or a very big mall. There was not a whole lot to do in this town besides shop. We walked around the mall, me in my mini dress that buttoned down the front and was slit up from the bottom to just below my crotch.

We were walking around turning on every guy that happened to look my way, and ourselves of course. We stopped in one of the little specialty shops, the kind that specializes in lingerie. Together we picked out a handful of cute little panties and a couple of new outfits to wear to work that were sexy, but not so sexy that anyone would object.

We left the mall and went grocery shopping and then we headed home. After putting the groceries away and eating lunch, Dave suggested a fashion show. He wanted me to model my new underwear. I had tried on the other clothes in the mall and he had seen them, but not the panties. It sounded like fun to me, but when I headed for the bedroom to change he told me to wait.

I sat back down and he got the phone book out and the next thing I knew he was talking to Ted on the phone! I listened in surprise as I heard Dave tell Ted that we had just bought a half dozen new pairs of panties and I was going to put on a fashion show. Then, he asked Ted if he would like to come over and enjoy the show!

My head was full of questions as Dave hung up the phone. Did he really want me to have sex with another man? With a large, black man at that! Did I really want that? Would it screw up what we both thought was the perfect marriage? Then I started thinking with my hormones instead of my brain and thought, “What the fuck, go with the flow.”

Dave told me to go put on a t-shirt and one of the new panties, a pair of my loose jersey exercise shorts and a pair of shoes with heels.

I changed and came back out and Dave had made us both a couple of strong drinks which we drank before Ted arrived. We didn’t talk much while we waited, but Dave said enough to reassure me that whatever happened, it had nothing to do with how we felt about each other.

At first I didn’t think that exposing my underwear to Ted outside of the office would be as exciting. That added risk of all those people around and an unlocked door that could open at any time had been part of the thrill.

Now I was thinking about exposing myself to a large, black man in front of my husband. It really added to the excitement that he was a man that was inclined to take over. A man who would very much like to have me suck his cock, or lie on my back and take his long black cock into my sopping wet pussy, right in front of my husband. Suddenly I was very much looking forward to what might happen and I was wondering if my dearest fantasy might even be lived out today.

When the doorbell rang Dave went to answer it. I heard Dave and Ted talking quietly for several minutes before they came into the living room. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was obvious from the sound of their voices that they were getting along well already and both looking forward to whatever was going to happen.

They came in and sat down in the two leather recliners and Dave told me to show Ted the first of my new panties. I turned my back to them and while keeping my legs straight I bent slowly, sliding my shorts off and exposing my ass in the tight little bikini brief I had just bought.

It wasn’t anything too wild, not a thong or see through panty. It was just the idea of standing in front of my husband and my friend in my underwear that was so exciting. I pulled my t-shirt up so that my panties were completely exposed and slowly turned around so that they could have a good view of the panties, and me, from all angles.

Dave motioned me closer with his finger and when I was standing in front of him he moved his hands gently over my new underwear, rubbing my ass and my soaking wet crotch. It was easy to see that both men were enjoying the show. After a moment of being caressed in front of Ted, Dave suggested that I let Ted have a closer look at my new clothes. I moved over a few feet and Ted sat up and he too moved his hands over me. His hands were much larger and he was not nearly as gentle as Dave had been. He was forceful and it seemed as though he was daring me to say something, to stop him. I didn’t of course. I was too busy trying very hard not to have an orgasm. It was much too soon for that.

Before long Dave suggested I try on the next pair. I was grateful for the break and rushed from the room. I went to the bedroom and stood with my back to the door for a moment and took a few deep breaths.

When I was slightly more relaxed I went to the adjoining bathroom, removed my underwear and using a moist towelette I cleaned and freshened my absolutely soaking wet pussy. I toweled it dry and went back into the bedroom and put on the next pair of panties. I had already lined them up from least to most risqué before Ted arrived. So each time I went out I would be wearing a slightly sexier, slightly more revealing panty.

When I got back to the living room both men had a drink in their hands and Dave had another ready for me. I took it gratefully and gulped it down.

As I set the glass back down Dave told me that the t- shirt was in the way and not really part of the show and he suggested I remove it. I had not yet exposed my breasts to Ted. As silly as it seems I was a little nervous about that. Although I believe my breasts are sexy and have a perfect shape they are a little small, just barely a B cup. We girls know how guys like big boobs. The world seems to pretty much revolve around them.

I looked at both men and saw the lust in their eyes and found that reassuring. A girl needs to feel wanted you know. I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up and then off, letting my tits bounce free. I knew Dave loved my tits, but I was still nervous until I saw the look in Ted’s eyes.

I moved over and stood between his knees and asked if my tits were okay. Did he think they were too small?

Ted just smiled and put one hand on my ass and one over my mound. He rubbed my pussy firmly for a few seconds and then moved his hand up to my tits and started squeezing and pulling forcefully on one and then the other as his other hand held and squeezed my ass.

I looked over at Dave and it was obvious this was his wet dream come true. He was red as a beet and not so much breathing as panting as he watched Ted manhandling my body.

Ted moved his hand back to my pussy and said “You are one hot cunt, aren’t you”? For some reason, hearing him say that as he rubbed my pussy in front of my husband was all it took. I had an orgasm right there in front of them.

My knees sagged and it was all I could do to remain on my feet. But Ted told me that I couldn’t rest now. I had more outfits to model for him. He rubbed my pussy a little more and then sat back.

I looked at Dave and he just nodded towards the bedroom.

As I hurried out of the room and repeated the changing process, including the towelettes, it occurred to me that Ted was starting to take over from Dave. Or was it that we were giving him control?

I put on the third pair of panties and headed back to the living room. There was no longer any question in my mind. I was going to get fucked today, by Ted. I was going to get fucked by a large, forceful, dominant, black man. It was going to happen right in front of my husband. I couldn’t wait.

I entered the living room and went right to Ted and posed in my panties. He told me to spread my legs and turn around and bend over, which I did without question. He just looked at first. It seemed like a long time before I felt his hands on my ass, touching and squeezing as my husband looked on. Dave had completely turned me over to Ted. I didn’t find out until later that while I was in the bedroom changing Dave had as much as given me to Ted.

I felt Ted’s fingers between my legs, rubbing my already wet crotch. I almost screamed when he removed is fingers from my pussy and they moved to the waistband of my underwear and forcefully pulled them down to my knees. I realized that the fashion show was probably over.

Ted moved his hands over my ass. Spreading my cheeks and touching me all over, even pushing the tip of his finger into my tight, virgin asshole!

He removed his hands from my body and I didn’t move as I heard him stand up behind me. I heard the rustle of clothing and looked between my legs. I saw him undressing behind me. When he was naked he stepped up behind me and rubbed his cock in the crack of my ass for a few moments and then he ordered me to stand up and turn around.

For the first time I got a good look at his large black cock. It was beautiful! It was probably eight inches long and perhaps an inch and a half in diameter. Maybe not huge by porn star standards, but certainly the biggest I had ever seen.

I reached out to touch it but he slapped my hand away. Shocked, I looked quickly up at his face. He looked quite stern as he told me that he had not told me that I could touch him. So, I stood in front of him while he looked at my naked body for a few moments. Then his hands started roughly moving over my breasts again, squeezing until I would wince. Or squeezing and pulling on my nipples until I moaned in pain. Then he suddenly stuck two large fingers at the entrance to my pussy and jabbed them all the way into me.

Then he smiled and said, “You love the hell out of this, don’t you bitch?”

I knew I should have been pissed at him for talking to me like that. I wasn’t. It just made me hotter. I nodded and it was all I could do to faintly hiss “Yessss!”

I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. He moved forward slightly and his hard, drooling cock was rubbing my face.

“Kiss it bitch,” he ordered. I did. I puckered up and kissed the hot wet throbbing head of his cock.

“Again,” he ordered, and I did.

He suddenly exclaimed, “What are you waiting for you dumb cunt, lick it!” I moved my tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, enjoying the taste of the pre-cum that covered the tip.

“Keep licking,” he ordered and I bathed his cock with my hungry tongue. I moved down and ran my tongue over his balls, which seemed huge. Then back up and all over his throbbing cock.

“Enough bitch, suck it now.”

I put my lips against the head of his cock and held them tight against that large black piece of meat as I slowly forced my mouth down over his cock. I went down as much as I could, and thought I was doing a pretty good job getting all but about three inches into my mouth. Until he said “That ain’t gonna cut it bitch, keep swallowing. I want to feel your nose against my belly.”

I like to suck Dave’s cock. From the time we are little girls entering puberty we hear about sucking cocks and how nasty it is. But some girls, like me for instance, like their sex nasty. I admit I wasn’t that good when I first started, but before very long I was a damned good cocksucker and damned proud of it.

I had some serious doubts about taking that last three inches. I was sure going to try though. I moved back up until just the head of his magnificent cock was in my mouth and then started moving back down. I glanced at Dave as I struggled with Ted’s big cock. I had almost forgotten about him! I was reassured by the look of lust on his face.

I got back down to that same point on Ted’s cock again and felt his hands close behind my head.

“Come on bitch,” he said gruffly, “you can do it. Swallow that black meat”.

I had stopped gagging, at least for the moment and was trying to move my lips farther down the shaft, hoping that would please him.

Suddenly he thrust his crotch forward forcing his cock down my throat, much to the surprise of both of us.

At first I was too surprised to react, but then I started to panic. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breathe. He pulled my hair and yelled at me, and finally I calmed down and looked up at him and he said, “Breathe through your nose you stupid bitch!”

I tried it and when I realized that I could I relaxed a little, although having his large cock in my throat was still quite painful. He slowly pulled it back out and then slowly pushed back in again. It paused briefly at the entrance to my throat and then pushed all the way back in again.

Thankfully he was so excited from days of teasing, my little fashion show, and the idea of taking me in front of my husband, that he came very quickly. As he started to cum he pulled back so that only the head of his cock was in my mouth and shot more cum than I would have believed possible into my mouth.

“Don’t swallow yet bitch, and don’t you spill a drop!” he ordered as he slowly massaged the last few spurts out of his cock into my mouth. Then he slowly pulled his cock from my lips and tilted my head back. “Open your hot mouth, cunt,” he ordered. “Let Dave and me see how much I liked your hot cunt mouth.”

I carefully opened my mouth to avoid spilling and looked them in the eyes as they checked out the huge load of cum in my mouth.

“Good girl,” Ted said. “Now you can swallow.” It took me three swallows to get it all down.

Then Ted stepped back up to my face and I licked and sucked his cock clean as he patted my head and told me what a good cunt I was.

My throat hurt a little, but I must admit I was pretty proud of myself right then. I once saw the movie “Deepthroat” and it made my throat hurt just watching it. I never thought that there would come a time that I could do it myself!

As I sucked and licked on Ted’s cock I noticed that it was still almost as hard as it was before he came in my mouth. I was impressed. Ted was more than twice my age and I had heard that guys his age didn’t have the stamina of younger men. That didn’t seem to be a problem for him.

I soon felt his cock hardening fully again and when it was fully erect he pushed back into my throat and held my face against his belly for a moment. I relaxed and just enjoyed the idea of being used this way in front of my husband.

After holding me that way for a moment Ted pulled out of my mouth and ordered me to lay on by back across our large, leather hassock. He fell to his knees between my legs and as he lifted my legs up over my body I was embarrassed to see that my thighs were covered in my juices. I was soaked!

I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed in, slowly at first, calling me a cunt and a hot bitch and a slut and all the nasty names that made me so hot. I had never been so filled in my life! It actually took my breath away. After a brief pause to enjoy the heat from my cunt he started fucking me violently.

“Look at the way her tits bounce,” I heard him say and looked up to see him talking to my husband. Poor Dave, he was so horny his eyes were glazed over! I watched the violent motion of my tits bouncing in reaction to the violent thrusts of Ted’s cock. It was uncomfortable, but it was also erotic that I made no move to steady them with my hands.

Then I heard “Go ahead Dave, fuck that hot mouth. You haven’t lived until you have those lips buried in your cock hair.”

Dave moved to where my head hung down over the end of the hassock and stared down as he undressed. I noticed the large dark wet spot on the front of his pants and wondered if he had cum in his pants.

It was hard not to focus on the large cock battering my pussy, but I was curious about how much Dave would enjoy his first deepthroat. Dave’s cock was soaking wet, but it didn’t look like cum. It was just pre-cum. So I think it was safe to say that he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I opened my mouth and he quickly started forcing his swollen, throbbing cock down my throat. It was much easier now that I had adjusted to Ted’s black monster and although my throat was still sore, I was really excited by having a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time.

Dave shoved his cock down my throat and held it there for a moment. Then pulled back and started stroking in and out slowly. I knew he wouldn’t last long and was looking forward to tasting his hot cum. In almost no time he shot a huge load of hot cum into my mouth and I held it there, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing.

After I swallowed, Dave put his cock back in mouth and I gently sucked on his soft cock while Ted began to pick up the pace. As I felt Ted begin to cum violently in my pussy I had what must have been the greatest orgasm of my life. I’m not sure but I think I kind of blacked out for a just a second or two.

We just stayed like that, the three of us locked together for a couple of minutes. All three of us were gasping for air, fighting to regain our breath. Then Ted pulled his soft, but still very large cock out of me and moved around to my face. Dave pulled away and Ted put his cock to my lips and I greedily sucked it into my mouth and licked and sucked all of our juices off of it. I had never done anything like that before, but I did it now, for Ted, without a second thought.

While I sucked Ted clean I felt Dave between my legs. He was looking at my stretched out pussy and Ted’s cum running down my legs.

“Damn!” he exclaimed. “I sure hope that thing closes up again! Looks like I could get my whole hand in there!”

Ted just chuckled and watched my husband explore my well used pussy.

Ted got up and suggested I clean myself up and bring in a few towels. I ran to the bathroom and I wiped my thighs and my pussy clean and hurried back out with a towel for each of us and a rag to clean the hassock with.

As I bent over to clean the hassock, both men grabbed my ass and massaged it gently for a moment before returning to their chairs and sitting on the towels I had brought them. Since nobody was getting dressed I deduced that the fun and games were not yet over. You can’t fool me, I spent four years in an all girl Catholic High School!

I draped another towel over the hassock and went back to the bathroom to clean up a little better. I sat on the toilet and was shocked at the amount of cum that drained out of me. It was easily twice as much as I might expect when Dave and I had sex. It was all the more amazing because I had sucked him to a big orgasm before he fucked me!

I had never met Ted’s wife. I know he has been married to the same woman for more than thirty years. I know they don’t have much, if any sex life. Ted confided in me as much as I did in him. Whenever we had an office party or picnic Ted always came alone. I suppose I should have felt guilty about helping him cheat on his wife. I didn’t though. In fact, I felt like I was doing a good deed. Helping him out, providing a valuable service even!

After I had cleaned myself up I put my heels back on and, after deciding that nobody cared about the other panties I had not yet modeled, I strolled back out into the living room in just my heels.

There were drinks all around again and Ted pulled me into his lap. As we sipped and talked Ted alternated between running his free hand over my tits and then sliding it down to rub my clit gently, keeping all three of us aroused. I could feel his cock twitching against my ass, so I knew that he was enjoying playing with my body.

I suggested that I make us something to eat but Ted had another idea. We all got up and went into the bedroom and Ted and I went through my dresses. He picked out a very short mini dress that had a low scooped bodice and a short row of buttons down the front. He told me to put that on and nothing else. Then the guys got dressed and we all went out to get something to eat.

We went in Ted’s car. Ted was driving, I was in the passenger seat and Dave sat in the back. As we drove Ted pulled me closer, pulled my skirt up and gently massaged my pussy.

The ride was only about fifteen minutes. We ended up in a pool hall. It wasn’t exactly the bad side of town. Our town didn’t really have a bad side. It was a tad seedier than Dave and I normally hung out in. it was a new experience for me. I had never in my life been in a pool hall.

There were about a dozen men in the place. It was kind of dark. I was the only woman in the room. The air was smoky and unpleasant, but after a little while I started to get used to it.

The men in the place were a mix. Some were young, obviously young GIs from the base. Some were older, some black, some white.

Ted led us to a table in one of the alcoves off to the side of the main room. There were several side rooms with tables. They weren’t private, there were large openings between the side rooms and the main room, but it was a little more private. Ted sent Dave to get us some beers and hamburgers from the bar while he racked up the balls on the table.