True Tales about Wives and Lovers

It's been so long since I last wrote on this story and because I have changed all of the names to protect the innocent AND the guilty (and I can't remember what I changed them to), I decided to re-read what I have written so far and refresh my memory. I'm almost finished so I can soon begin writing again. A new chapter is not far away so hang in there!
 
PLEASE read this before you continue to read this and the previous postings in this story. Previously, I have done a considerable amount of work on this story and I am now going to continue to tell my tale. Since I know that some of you will not bother to read what I have previously written, and I can understand that. In the previous postings it is sometimes hard to follow the story because of the "side-trips" caused by others and sometimes myself that tend to detract from the story. None the less, if you have the patience to read from the beginning you will understand the characters and the story much better, and I think it will increase your enjoyment.

So - before we start a few facts:

EVERYTHING written here, by me, is copyright protected and no one else has permission to use it, or reproduce it, all or in-part, in an way, other than personal entertainment, without express written permission from the author.

There were some observations in previous issues which I would like to also address.

This is a life-story, based on truth, which I am telling. ALL names, some locations and some story details have been altered in order to protect the identity of the people involved.

This story goes back a considerable length of time in history and, obviously, I do not have total recall of every word that was said and how every thing unfolded; BUT I am attempting to present an entertaining and exciting narrative that people will want to read. Since I know the people involved, their character and how they would most likely act and talk in each circumstance I think I am allowed to set the mood and language as well as add some embellishment to achieve that end.

So ..... if you're more interested in debunking my story or if it is just not your cup of tea, please skip this and look at something that really interests you and let me enjoy the writing and those that appreciate what I write enjoy the reading.

Thanks!

Gary (not my real name)

And we're off!

Kit certainly started my leave with a bang (literally) and I was sure it was just the start of what was to come or was that cum?

I had a lot to do in the next few days to get ready to take the family to visit everyone back home and since I had such freedom with my schedule for the next few days I wanted to get my recorders in place and be absent enough to give others the run of the house (hopefully they would provide me with some interesting recordings, although I wasn't counting on it. With me on leave and coming and going as I pleased I would not be surprised if everyone else kept a low profile.

I was still curious about the identity of the mystery woman that interrupted Ron's shower and ended up in it with him. To that end I put a recorder in the pantry and since I didn't think I would capture any Sharon/Kit action with me being able to walk in at any time, I placed the other recorder in a neutral place - the vent in the dining room.

I had scheduled the car for a "pre-trip" service later the same day. Since I drove a GSA recruiting car our family car got little use. Sharon drove it to work and we used it on the weekends (all short trip usage) and I wanted to make sure it was up for the trip home. I locked the doors and hit the shower.

Right after lunch I was sitting in the waiting room at the garage when my mechanic came in with the report. Everything looked good except for the brakes. He recommended a brake job before we went on the road for a long trip. Since it was a safety issue I agreed. It would take all day and I would not get the car back until the next day so he had one of his guys give me a ride home.

When I was dropped at home Ron's GSA car was in the drive behind mine and there was a strange GSA car behind his, it looked like a recruiting station parking lot. Instead of going in the front, I walked along the side of the house with the intent of going in the kitchen entrance. Of course, I was moving in stealth mode (ever the voyeur). When I got to the kitchen door, I peeked through the glass into the kitchen and saw nothing, but at the same time I heard a rhythmic thumping noise coming from Ron's part of the house - Hmmmmm . . .

I carefully tried the door and found it unlocked. I slowly moved inside, trying my best to be as quiet as possible (it was times like these I was glad that my standard footgear when in civies was tennis shoes - much quieter than the army low-quarters I wore when in uniform).

I stood just inside the kitchen with my heart beating in my ears. As I caught my breath and my heart slowed the thumping sound was much clearer and definitely from Ron's room. In addition, I could hear moaning and kissing sounds as the lovers were in what sounded like a well-practice march towards orgasm.

I slipped to the old kitchen window that Ron's room shared with the kitchen and peered in. I could just see the bottom of the bed and Ron was on top, drilling away and his female guest was on the bottom and as Ron intensified his efforts she rolled upwards and wrapped her legs around Ron's waist and enthusiastically fucked him back, giving as good as she got. The only thing I could tell you right then was that she was white - I had to get a better look!

I crossed to the pantry and the other window into Ron's room, by now the fucking had becoming even more intense and when I looked in the mirror on the dresser at the bottom of Ron's bed I discovered that by now Ron had her long legs on his shoulders and was pounding away with all his might; from what I could see, the lady had a gorgeous athletic body but Ron's body blocked her face from my view and I still did not know who she was.

As they both finally achieved the release they were working so hard to get, they moaned and she screamed I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard Ron and she thrashed her head from side to side. At last I saw her face as she thrashed about - BETH!

It came to me out of no where - here I was spying on my two best friends, and I did not want to get caught! I slipped as quietly and quickly as I could back out the way I came.

My problem now was where the hell do I go? As I stood there looking towards Kit's house - sure why not?

Kit looked surprised when she opened the back door and there I stood . . .
 
slooowhand said:
Swingers in the Army? Oh yeah. The Army is made up of people from all walks of life and they bring with them the behavior and culture that makes them who they are; the Army is the true melting pot in America and you will find all aspects of life there.

AND, don't confuse the Army of today with the one's that came before it. My Army in the 60's and 70s included, slot machines in the military clubs (the first Sergeant Major of the Army was called in front of congress with some cohorts and accused of skimming $150 million yearly from the West German and Viet Nam club systems (there was a book written about it called "The Khaki Mafia"). Strippers in the clubs (they were disguised as "Go Go Dancers") and booze around the clock. I can remember when you could go to the NCO club at lunch, ******* a couple of beers while watching a Dancer and then go back to work (even in the States). PXs had magazine racks where you could not only buy Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler and about any magazine you wanted but there were racks full of full-blown porn paperbacks dealing with everything from ******* to interracial sex, hardly what you would find today on a modern Army base.

The late 60s thru the 70s was a wild ride in the U.S. and the U.S. Army, in general, and a LOT went on.

Now back to the story . . .

That evening when we were eating supper and talking about the days activities; Sharon asked how was your day? I said, "nothing special - I did have an interesting lunch at the mess hall with Steve. The fork stopped half way to Sharons mouth and she looked up at me quickly; "Really, she said, you'll have to tell me about it - LATER".

After the ******* were in bed, Sharon came into the living room carrying two glasses of wine and sat next to me on the couch, handing me a glass. So what made lunch "interesting"? I basically told her what Steve and I had talked about and what was said. I ended with, he said that Kathy had talked to you about this too - what did she have to say? Sharon sipped her wine nervously and then said, "she's hinted a couple of times when it was just her and I, that they have an "understanding" and then the last time just the two of us were together she told me the same thing Steve told you - that they were swingers".

We both sat and quietly sipped our wine. Finally, Sharon said, "what do you think?" I replied, "well, the fact that you seem to be entertaining the idea, tells me that you're interested - pause - I've thought about nothing but that most of the day. I wouldn't be truthful if I didn't admit that it is intriguing. But, I do think we would really want to make sure of what we were doing and how it might affect our relationship before we decided to do it; you know - make some rules and have a good understanding and definitely be careful".

Sharon said, "what kind of rules do you mean"? I said, "You know, what would bother us if the other did it, what we wouldn't want the other to do at all, how to be honest with one another about what we are doing or have done, in other words, we need to each think about it and what might occur or come up and how we might feel, and most importantly, how we would deal with it. What if we try it and one of us doesn't like it? I just think we need to talk about what might go wrong and not just what we might gain from it and how we intend to deal with those issues.

There was a long pause and then Sharon said, "Let's talk now and just see where the conversation goes, you know - be more spontaneous. We both have said that we were interested so let's talk about it". I agreed and said, "I'll go first".

Me - would it bother you to see me with Kathy?

Her - I don't think so, but until it happens, I can't say for sure. Would it bother you to see me with Steve?

I thought for a minute (do I really want to make this next move?) - Suuuure -

Me - It did at first, but I got over it.

A REALLY long pause -

Her - (in a whisper) What do you mean? What do you think you saw us doing?

Me - I just really feel like you did, more than I saw you. I think you slept together when you went with him to get his car. (not exactly a lie - I just didn't tell her all that I knew or about the other incidents I knew about).

Her - What makes you think we did?

Me - I don't feel like getting into a pissing contest about it, I have my feelings and if I'm wrong - just say so and I will believe you.

Another long pause (I think she was weighing the danger of not being truthful and destroying the "honesty-bond) -

Her - She took a deep breath and plunged forward - You,re right, we did - I'm so sorry, I love you and it was not my intent to hurt you.

Me - I love you too and if we decide to do this and have it really work, we are going to have to be honest with one another. If I understand how this is supposed to work, then, is we're admitting our desires and being honest with each other instead of sneaking around behind the other persons back or otherwise being dishonest about how we feel or act.

Her - I want to be honest with you too Gary, and I'm really sorry that I slept with Steve behind your back, I want this to work for us and be something we can do together, maybe even bring us closer together, allow us to have some fun and be guilt-free. I really do love you and I don't want to hurt you. If either of us decide this is not for us then we can always stop.

Me - I love you too baby, and maybe we can make it work - your turn -

Without boring you with the conversation, we came to an agreement about what was acceptable and what was not and decided to go forward and try it. I never told her about my "I Spy" efforts and she did not tell me about Marvin, so we still had our secrets and since I believe there is strength in holding some knowledge to yourself, I didn't press the issue.

I did get her to tell me how they pulled off the duty-train-tryst and even got a pretty good blow by blow (pun intended) description of the way it went down.

Her story - It turned out that right after you left, another female showed up and since she was active duty and I was space available, she had a higher priority than me and I was going to be bumped off the train, as the girls car was full. That would ******* the whole deal so we were pleading our case to the NCO, who was the train conductor. He finally told us that he doesn't normally do this BUT (I'm sure my tears were helping our case) he would let us use the conductors car and he would sleep in the mens car. We readily agreed and thanked him profusely (I think Steve slipped him some money too). The conductor car had a double sleeper bunk bed as it sometimes carried a train commander and the conductor. Its best feature was a private toilet; it also had a desk, chair and filing cabinet. Steve took the top bunk and we took turns getting ready and getting into our beds. Since I went first I was in bed watching Steve getting ready. He had stripped down to his boxer shorts and t-shirt. You know I prefer "tighty-whiteys" but I have to admit Steve was rocking his boxers and judging from the bulge moving around as he went about his preparations, I don't think it would fit comfortably in jockey underwear. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, I was teasing Steve about his nerdy boxer shorts as he climbed into his rack and I got an unexpected look at his cock as he went up the ladder, it was flaccid but still almost came out the leg hole of his underwear. We said good night and I tossed and turned for ahile (with dreams of large Black Cocks dancing in my head). Steve was tossing and turning too and I imagined he was thinking of me too. I finally fell asleep but after a short time I woke and needed to go to the toilet. I got out of bed and crossed to the toilet, as I pulled open the door - there stood Steve with his humongous cock in his hand. At first I thought he was peeing and then I realized he was masturbating. I stood there stunned as Steve looked at me sheepishly. I mumbled sorry and that sounded so lame (I don't know what came over me) I blurted out - need some help with that? The rest as they say is history.

"Tell me about it", I said. She said, "Steve stepped towards me and we embraced and kissed. I told him don't go away, I'll be right back and I went in the toilet and closed the door and did my business. When I came out, Steve was standing by the desk, he had lost some of his erection but he was still too big to put his cock comfortably back in his underwear, it hung heavily in front of his crotch. I walked up to him and put one arm around his neck and took his cock in my other hand (it WAS heavy - hot and heavy). We began kissing again and I sat in the desk chair where I could hold his cock with both hands and begin stroking him back to hardness, even with both hands on it, there was still more than I could fit in my mouth and my hand could not reach around his shaft. It seemed as wide as my forearm. After a few minutes Steve picked me up and carried me to the bed. We made out for awhile until I finally pushed him onto his back and mounted him, slowly and carefully, it took me several minutes to get his monster in me and then I could only take him about half way, I was afraid of hurting the baby if I went to far and he let me control the penetration. Once I had adjusted to him I began to slide up and down on his cock; I've never been so full and I began to have what I can only describe as "mini-orgasms", one after the other every couple of minutes until we both exploded in massive orgasms. We lay together and rocked to the motion of the train until he became hard again and then we began again.

As she told me her story, she had fished my cock out and was stroking me as she talked. By the time she finished telling me about their first session, I had a raging hard on and she was also hot, wet and ready. We retired to the bedroom and once again I fucked her long and hard in an effort to reclaim what was rightfully mine - so far so good in the swinging lifstyle.

Next - a small party for four . . .
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Absolutely believable and very well written account of your experiences while serving.
Your recollection and attention to detail is incredible and a joy to read about.
Thank you for your service to your country and also to the members of B2W!

I’ve heard that the military is rife with extramarital affairs nowadays. I’ve also heard it was very common for the husband to encourage his wife to remain active while he is deployed.
Can any other veterans comment on that?
 
Actually, Kit looked not only surprised but a little flustered, since it was the first time I had ever just, unexpectedly, showed up at her door I could understand the surprise, but why the other nervous energy?

Breaking the awkward pause I said, "hi, can I come in"?

Kit replied, "sure Gary, I'm sorry, you just surprised me", as she stepped back and waved me in.

Her back door, like our house, opened into the kitchen and as Kit closed the door she asked, "what's up"?

I just got back from the garage and found Ron had company. I didn't want to interrupt him so I thought I might pay you a visit, I said. I didn't think about how it might surprise you - sorry.

I hadn't really paid much attention but now I noticed the Kit was wearing one of those loose fitting gowns (I think they called them moo moos) that women like to lounge around the house in. It was an unusual outfit for her to wear in the middle of the day (lately, she had been being really careful to dress more upscale and provocative).

My mind kicked into "detective-mode" and I quickly glanced around. There was a half-full glass of ice water on the counter and the kitchen was otherwise clean as a whistle. At the same time I saw movement outside of the kitchen window, over the sink. Our letter carrier was moving up the walk from Kit's house to my house and I notice he shot a look over his shoulder towards Kit's house as he went.

I took a better look at kit and though the moo moo pretty much covered her, it buttoned (or unbuttoned) down the front and, with the bottom couple buttons undone, I saw that she appeared to be wearing hose. Her nipples pushed against the the dress and indicated that she was braless as well.

Quick deduction was either she was getting dressed to go somewhere and threw on the dress when I knocked or she had invited the mailman in for a refreshing ******* with intent of flashing him with what I suspected was some very sexy lingerie that she was wearing under the dress and, and either way, she got interrupted by me.

Since the mailman was a strapping young black guy, I suspect I had screwed up a well thought out plan.

I decided to play it cool and play dumb (but I was pretty sure of my suspicions).

Kit snapped me back to the moment and said, "I see - no problem, want something to *******"?

Me - sure why not - got a cold beer?

Kit - yep - she pulled a chair out at the kitchen table - have a seat.

Kit went to the fridge and got the beer, opened the bottle and walked back to me.

She stopped and stared at me a moment and then sat the beer on the table.

She looked me in the eye and then started at the top and slowly unbutton her dress saying, "who are we bullshiting, You've already figured this out and I'm so horny I'm about to bust".

She finished opening her dress and let it fall to the floor and stood there wearing not panty hose but stockings and red and black garters, no panties and no bra and one of the best fuck me now looks that I've ever seen.

I turned my chair to face her and as I started to rise she put her hand on my chest, pushed me back into the chair and straddled me as she covered my mouth with hers.

As we kissed she was working feverishly to get my cock out of my jeans and when she did she rose slightly wiping my cock up and down between her pussy lips, inserted the head into her and slowly sank down on me until out pubic hairs met.

Kit was ready to fuck, she was so wet the penetration was immediate and complete and fuck we did!

Kit rode me hard, slamming her body against mine and she didn't stop until she began to cum. At the pace we were going, it didn't take her long to reach a climax. She was scratching my shoulders and back and seemed to be losing control of her arms and legs, she finally collapsed against me breathing hard and shuddering as waves of sensation flowed through her.

I had not cum yet and as she quieted I stood up with her still impaled on my cock and walked through to their living room where I sat her on the couch. As she lay back against the cushions, I began to suckle and gently nibble on her hard nipples. I would alternate between breast-worship and deep French kisses as I began to fuck her,
and slowly fuck her I did. Her pussy was like a hot, wet glove that gripped me and massaged my cock as I fucked in and out of her.

I don't know how long we fucked but I can tell you it was one of the longest of my life. When we finally came and, yes, we came together it was the consummation of an epic fuck between two people who could not get enough of each other. even the orgasms, themselves, were extra long and left us weak and breathless.

We lay quietly in each other's arms, slowly recovering.

Me - sorry I interrupted you and screwed up your plans -

Kit - Soldier, you can screw up my plans anytime you want . . .
 
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Kneeling between Kit's legs, I kissed and nibbled around her neck and face as we basked in the afterglow of great sex. My cock was still semi-hard and still deep in Kit; Kit was gently but firmly massaging my cock with her pussy (this girl had come a LONG way in a short period of time)!

As she worked her magic I could feel my cock beginning to come to full erection and in response, I began to rotate my hips to further stimulate the connection. I kept my cock fully imbedded as I moved and Kit began to masturbate as we, once again, found another way to fuck and please each other . . .

Kit suddenly pushed me up and raised up saying, "FUCK! I'm supposed to be picking our ******* up in 15 minutes! I didn't realize how late it was"! She had obviously spied the wall clock.

She pushed me off and said, "I gotta hustle (and looking down at my erection), you figure out what you're gonna do with that and let yourself out the back" - and just like that, the moo moo was back on and she was gone! Women are fascinating creatures!

With that rude interruption my erection quickly deflated and as I collected my wits and put myself back together (It was pretty easy since I was, basically, still dressed) I shook my head in disbelief at how quickly things had happened.

It appeared as though we had awaken a sexual dynamo in Kit and she was taking Sharon's "just go for it" philosophy to heart.

As I made my exit out of Kit's house I noticed that both Beth's and Ron's GSA cars were gone so I headed home and let myself in. I wanted to get my recorders out and see what was recorded on them so I locked the doors and retrieved the the dining room recorder first. It was my intent to do them one at a time and then put the recorder right back.

I started looking for sounds of recording and soon found some. I backed it up and began to play it back. There was the sound of knocking and of Ron shouting out, "just a minute" . . .
 
Dsbakersfield said:
Please keep telling your story. I loved it I was station in Germany as well adn i know for a fact yoru story is true, unless you have amazing inside knowledge of how it is to be there it must be ture. Because it has such a real feel I have really enjoyed it . I enjoyed it so much this is my first ever post even though I have read this page for some time.

I also don't mind the bold you write your story anyway you like please
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We must have been around a decade behind you,late 70's-80's and in some of the same places or close by. We were way ahead of most of our civilian counterparts in interracial relationships,and open marriages/swingers weren't exactly the norm,but weren't unusual either.
 
Sloowhand, I am desperate for the next installments :) . Hope things have return to normal and you have time to write more stories.
 
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