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I picked up my friend, Alec, at the Kodiak, Alaska International Airport. Well, it is an airport, and it’s on Kodiak Island. Not so sure the term ‘International’ is exactly accurate, though. The ocean is on one end of the runway and a mountain on the other, not a good place to run off the end of the runway, either direction.

Alec had just completed his year-long tour of Coast Guard duty on Sitkinak Island, a tiny island in the Aleutian Chain, just off the southern tip of Kodiak Island.

Alec and I were shipped off to Sitkinak at the same time but for some quirk, they had an extra radioman so I was moved over to the CG Radio Station at Kodiak after four months. Now, eight months later, it was Alec’s turn; he was finally off the desolate place. There were, I think, twenty-eight Coasties, no women; contact with the world was via a supply plane once a week when weather permitted.

I know there are worse places in the military, a lot worse. But, damn, a full year – not a single female to gaze at or drool over, never even a visitor on the supply plane. Like I said, I was off after four months, but Alec had spent the full, long year.

I was married, living off base with my pretty, young wife, Michelle, in an old WWII duplex located in a trailer park with four ancient trailers, besides the duplex. When I found out Alec’s transfer schedule, I suggested to Michelle that he spend a night with us in-between his flight from Sitkinak and to Anchorage/Seattle the next day. She wholeheartedly agreed. We only had one bedroom but even our lumpy couch would be more inviting than a night in a lonely barracks bed.

I’d gotten off duty from the radio station at six that evening and had a full forty-eight hours until I was back on duty from 6 pm to 6 am two nights later, twelve-hour rotating shifts.

The little Kodiak Airways plane landed about seven that evening and I greeted my friend with a handshake and hug, the first time we’d seen each other in eight months, his first time off Sitkinak in a full year. He had one little overnight bag and everything else was being shipped to his home in Charlotte, North Carolina.

On the way back to our little duplex in my ’68 Chevy, Alec filled me in on some of the fun happenings (NOT!) on Sitkinak and I told him that Michelle and I were taking him out to one of the nightclubs in Kodiak for a nice dinner. Kodiak’s a small town, population about 6,000, with nine nightclubs and bars.

When we parked in the duplex, I told Alec that Michelle planned to be ready so I was just going to run in and get her, that he could wait in the car.

I got out, up the steps and in the door, stopping in my tracks and literally gawking. Michelle, my gorgeous wife, was waiting for us, ready to go.

ooOoo

Michelle and I grew up in the same town in Eastern Washington, both of us farm kids. That was where the similarity ended. She was the pretty cheerleader, homecoming princess, in the National Honor Society, the kind of girl a tall, skinny geek like me could only dream about going on a date with. Not that Michelle was a ‘nose in the air’ kind of girl, just that I was a shy nerd and she was pretty and popular.

I went off to college, then the Coast Guard and met up with her again when I was home on leave for my grandmother’s funeral shortly after Christmas. I’d gone to a basketball game and this beautiful girl walked up beside me and said, “Hi.” If I’d thought she was pretty in high school, by then she was beautiful; long, brunette hair, beautiful face, thin but beautiful feminine figure.

We sat together during the rest of the game, reminiscing about school, riding the same school bus but never speaking. I told her how shy I was and still was, as a matter of fact. She laughed and said she knew it but still had hoped I’d ask her out. I looked at her in surprise, “Me? But… you had boyfriends. I was the school nerd.”

She laughed, “Boyfriends? I dated but they were just jocks. You were a nice guy, held doors for the girls, worked hard, I’d have dated you in a minute.”

After that night I was lost – in love. We agreed to go to a movie the next night, Jack Frost. I picked her up at her dad’s house and we laughed that it’d be fun to just head up to the mountains in the snow, instead of the movie. So we turned around, back to my parents’ and borrowed their old Toyota Land Cruiser pickup and headed to the mountains.

I proposed to her the following May, after taking her an upside-down pizza at the drive-in – and she said yes! I was on cloud nine! Except… I was leaving for that tour of duty on Sitkinak, a full year. What I knew was going to be the longest year of my life.

That was where I met Alec, met him in Seattle and we flew to Anchorage, then Kodiak and Sitkinak together. I was a Radioman, just out of Radio School and he was an Electronics Technician. Over the next few months we became fast friends, even rooming together in the barracks.

Our female companionship consisted of letters from home and the Playboy centerfolds. We all had our fantasies, some we talked about, but my real one was private, anticipating my wedding night. I did enjoy making Alec drool, showing him the pictures of my girl back home that she periodically sent me.

Then, four months after arriving, I received orders for a transfer to the Kodiak Radio Station. Someone had screwed up and there were three radiomen on base, rather than the two it was allotted. I don’t know why me – luck of the draw, I guess.

Anyway, I had two weeks leave before reporting so flew home. A few days later my brother and his wife took Michelle and me to Reno and on September 25th, 1998, Michelle Tucker became my wife.

That trip’s a story in itself, but the night after the Park Wedding Chapel was, without a doubt, the best, hottest night of my life, forever… or so I thought.

I found the little duplex in Kodiak and Michelle joined me two weeks later. Our next months together were… how do I say it? Heaven on earth. Except for the snow, it was the worst winter in Kodiak in decades according to the locals, over a hundred-twenty total inches of snow, more than double their average. And the wind - the air station’s weather tower even blew down.

But that didn’t dampen our enjoyment. Michelle found a job as a legal assistant, which she’d trained for in college and it was infrequent that a night (or day, depending on my shift at the radio station) went when that we didn’t make love at least once, except during her monthlies. Those four or five days every month were hard, for both of us. We were young, in love, and our sex together was a huge part of our lives.

Except, as it turns out, the almost three weeks leading up to Alec’s visit, nineteen days to be exact, were the longest we’d gone without sex since our wedding night. I’d gotten sick with mono and just as I was recovering, Michelle’s monthly started. Those last several days weren’t just hard - they were hell!

ooOoo

And that leads me to walking in the door that evening. My cock was instantly hard when I saw my wife. She’d bought new clothes; a sheer, red blouse that didn’t do a thing to hide her almost as sheer red bra. I’d swear that I could see the pink of her nipples through both.

Couple that with the skin-tight, tan slacks; red heels, at least four inches; the pearl earrings and necklace I’d given her on her birthday; makeup with red lipstick matching her blouse; and her silky-smooth, long brown hair, and I nearly forgot about Alec waiting out in the car.

Speaking of Alec… what the hell? The way she was dressed - after a year on that island?

Then, naturally, she wraps her arms around my neck, kisses me lightly on the lips and says, “Monthly’s over, later tonight?”

She reminded me of Donna Fargo’s song, ‘I’m the Happiest Girl in the Whole USA’.

God, I thought about letting Alec wait out in the car for the next half-hour!

But of course, we couldn’t do that. Instead, I asked her, “You ready to meet Alec and go to dinner?

“Mmhmm, think he’ll like?” she said, backing away and doing a little pirouette.

I assumed that was a rhetorical question. Quite literally, my wife was going to be the first woman he’s seen in the last year. And wearing that blouse!

When we walked around the car and Alec got out to politely greet her, I thought his eyes might pop out of his head. I think she had the answer to her question.

Michelle and I hadn’t been to many of the nine bars in Kodiak. Between my puny Coastie wages and her part-time wages from the law firm, we barely managed to pay the rent and buy food. Living in Kodiak is expensive. But we’d heard that one of the best for steak and seafood is Jerry’s Bar and Grill and Alec’s first night seemed the time to splurge.

I think every pair of eyes in the room turned our way when the hostess led us to a table. Perhaps ‘our’ way wasn’t quite accurate. It was Michelle who drew the attention of literally every patron, including mine and Alec’s.

We had a wonderful dinner, their grilled salmon, and afterward spent a little time with a couple drinks and dancing. Alec danced a couple times with Michelle, being a perfect gentleman. It must have been hard for him, though, because that blouse was soft like silk, her perfume was… just – wow, and she was beautiful and sexy. I know what dancing with her was like for me, my cock rock-hard. Couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like for Alec.

Back home, I was starting to feel a bit randy. Yeah, right. I’d been feeling that way all damned day and since picking Michelle up for dinner, practically been out of my friggin’ mind! Michelle was feeling it, too, pretty obviously. Her nipples through that bra and blouse were engorged kind of like my dick.

We only had one reasonably comfortable place to sit, on our couch. Michelle sat in the middle, Alec and I on each side of her. But first, I opened a bottle of our wedding reception wine and poured three glasses. Neither Michelle or I drink hardly any alcohol and I was feeling the two drinks from the bar, maybe a little too much. I know I should have been a little more circumspect with Michelle, Alec sitting right on the other side of her, but damn, after almost three weeks…

Anyway, when I sat, my hand went straight to her inner thigh, rubbing up and down. We sat, talking about Sitkinak, about Alec’s new duty station in North Carolina, and drank wine.

And I wanted to suck those tits! Even to feel them. We were still newlyweds, only eight months since our wedding and I was so fuckin’ horny. Hell of it was, that Alec, sitting on her other side was rubbing her other thigh and Michelle was responding with little sighs.

After a little bit, I got up and refilled our wine glasses and sat back down, then, to try to distract from Michelle’s perfume and nipples poking a hole in her blouse, told her about the box of nails at the old Air Force base on Kodiak. The base was partially built during WWII, then left to rot when the war ended. One particular full box of nails had rusted together, then the box rotted completely away, leaving a box of nails with no box. It was funny as hell to see.

But, somehow, the story didn’t have the desired effect. Both our hands on Michelle’s thighs were getting closer and closer to the top of her leg’s junction of her other leg and, if anything, her nipples were getting more engorged.

When Alec got up to go to the bathroom, Michelle leaned over and whispered to me, “I am so horny!”

Well, duh, I thought. What the hell did she think she was doing to me and Alec? I took the brief opportunity with Alec in the other room with the door closed to nuzzle her neck and bring my hand those few inches higher, pressing hard against her most private place.

“Ohh, that feels so good,” she moaned. Then the words no man ever wants to hear, especially, in this kind of situation, “But you do know, I hope, that we can’t do anything tonight… Alec would hear us.” Yeah, he probably would.

Ah crap! No, I thought. Surely she wouldn’t do that to us. And then, I don’t know where the words came from. Well, I guess I do, because it had been lurking in the back of my mind, but I sure as hell never expected to hear myself actually saying them, “What if… it… wasn’t Alec hearing it…?” I whispered in her ear, nuzzling it at the same time.

She turned her head toward me, backing away just a little, “What? I don’t know…”

My cock was so freakin’ hard, just thinking about what I was about to say, my heart pounding out of my chest, something I’d never have imagined myself even thinking, much less saying, even ten minutes earlier, “Maybe… me hearing it… not Alec,” and in that instant, the enormity of what I’d just said hit me with full force.

My heart rate spiked about threefold over just a minute earlier. I could tell from Michelle’s expression that it began to dawn on her what I was saying. Her mouth opened like she was trying to say something but couldn’t. I don’t know, I half expected her to slap me for the very suggestion.

But she didn’t. A little smile started to grow on her face; and a twinkle in her eyes… like she was actually considering what had come out of my mouth? I was wishing that she could see into my mind at that instant, see what I was visualizing – Alec’s mouth wrapped around a nipple.

I was afraid I was going to have a heart attack when Alec sat back down on the couch next to Michelle. She nonchalantly laid a hand across his leg just above his knee, not particularly sexual… except that it was.

“You guys want another glass of wine?” Michelle’s voice sounded like her, but was it really her that Alec and I watched wiggling her ass around the couch to the kitchen? I couldn’t take my eyes away from that sheer blouse and bra when she brought back three glasses of wine.

That hand went across Alec’s leg again, this time a little higher and the conversation took up where it left off earlier, but with a whole lot higher sexual tension – at least from me. Michelle asked him about home, his family.

“Mom and Dad live in Charlotte. One sister, she’s married, has a little boy.” He hesitated a little bit and laughed, “He was born right before I left, my first nephew. He’s gonna be so big now. Can’t wait to see him.”

“Any girlfriend waiting back home?”

That question made me catch my breath. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing.

Another laugh, “Hardly, was dating a girl before I joined the Guard, but it was only a couple dates.”

I couldn’t take it any longer – especially, now that Michelle knew there was no girl waiting for him back home, “I don’t know about anyone else but I want to dance with my wife… hon, you want to dance?”

She beamed at me, “I’d love to,” and then stood, heading toward our bedroom, “I’m going to freshen up just a little while you make us some space.”

Alec and I got up and he helped me move the couch back a little. There were maybe six feet in front of the couch to the TV and stereo on the outside wall and another four feet behind it to the kitchen counters. Hey, I said it was small, meant it. We managed to get another three feet in front, just barely leaving room to walk between the back of the couch and the kitchen counters.

I found our ‘Anne Murray Sings Love Songs’ CD and got it ready to play for when Michelle rejoined us. The first song on it is ‘A Love Song’, one of our favorites. Then turned the lights off, except one lamp, to give a little better mood lighting.

I was nervous as hell, not knowing what to expect once we started dancing. I knew she’d dance with Alec but no idea ‘how’ she’d dance with him.

Once we had everything ready, Alec and I sat back down on the couch, waiting for my bride. Our first time, our wedding night, flashed through my mind, realizing that in a very short while there very possibly could be another ‘first time’. Although, I expected her to stop long before anything like that could happen.

We chatted about Sitkinak; Alec told me about the little supply plane. While they were unloading it a couple weeks ago, a surprise gust of wind came up and blew it over, completely upside down. He said it was still there, upside down in the same spot.

But the upcoming elephant in the room (a bit weird – thinking of my wife as the ‘elephant’ in the room) didn’t go away.

Michelle had closed the bedroom door behind her when she went in and when we heard it start to open, both our heads turned that way. Once again, like my heart had when I first saw her before dinner, it nearly stopped beating. This time, though, my brain ceased functioning as well. Michelle was still wearing the same clothes, sheer blouse, and tan slacks. What had changed was no bra!

I stared, Alec stared – at least I assume he did, I didn’t notice much of anything else at the moment. There was my wife standing in front of me and my friend wearing the sheerest blouse I’d ever seen, with nothing on underneath it.

She held her arms up, accentuating the shape of her near-naked breasts, “You like?” she asked.

Michelle is a fairly petite girl; slim, with fairly small but perky and sexy breasts. What she may not have in size, she more than makes up for in perkiness and sensitivity.

Uhuh! I couldn’t speak, much less form a cognizant response. “You’re beautiful,” Alec finally said.

“Thank you, I’m glad somebody appreciates me,” she shot me a conspiratorial smile, “dance with me?” she extended her hand to Alec. “Guests first,” she told me, again with that smile.

I finally got my wits about me enough to turn on Anne Murray and sat back down to watch. I think she has the prettiest, sultriest voice on earth. Her music was perfect that night.

I could smell Michelle’s perfume from the couch. She’d never worn it before, maybe because she hadn’t been trying to drive a man crazy before. I don’t know what it smelled like, Jasmine, maybe? Not that it mattered, it was just plain sexy – and was driving me out of my mind.

Alec gently wrapped his arms around Michelle’s waist; she laid her arms over his shoulders and gazed into his eyes from just a few inches away, totally different from the dancing in the bar, earlier.

Michelle snuggled a little closer, pressing her breasts against Alec’s chest, her cheek against his. Their bodies fit together, very snugly together. What must have been going through his mind? Especially, not knowing what she had planned for him, not that I did, either. Anne Murray’s sultry voice played on and Michelle leaned her head to whisper in his ear. I didn’t know what she said, but Alec’s hands on her back began to rub, a smile formed on his face, and her arms tightened around his neck.

I know what I’d said to her earlier and what my thoughts had been, but watching my nearly topless wife, cheek-to-cheek with my friend, her breasts pressing tight against his chest, was driving a mountain peak of jealousy through me, coming out in my lower extremity, hard and strong. I know what that blouse had felt like from dancing earlier, like pure sex. And now, without that bra strap across her back…

I didn’t know… It was already almost too much. And yet…

The song ended, mercifully. Michelle held his hand, until the last moment when he sat back down on the opposite end of the couch from me. It was hard to not notice… the tent pole in Alec’s pants.

Then I felt Michelle’s soft fingers in my hand, pulling me to her. The next song on the CD began, ‘Til I Kissed You’. Michelle and I have always danced tight together and that night wasn’t an exception. Feeling her hard nipples through my shirt… god!

Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me to her. Her perfume was so… sexy! Her lips nibbled on my earlobes, and she very quietly asked me, “You meant what you said earlier?”

This was the instant. Yes or no? I knew then what a ‘yes’ would mean. And just watching Michelle dancing with Alec had nearly driven me out of my mind. What I wanted more than anything was to take my wife to bed. And yet… that vision… it flitted through my mind again. Her bare tits underneath that transparent top. I didn’t think I could do it.

But I couldn’t not! In spite of my jealousy, I knew I couldn’t stop myself. If I said ‘no’ now, I’d wonder and regret it for the rest of my life. I could barely breathe when I heard the whispering “Yes,” come out of my mouth.

After that word escaped my mouth, Michelle’s soft lips found mine. We’d avoided any passion between us since I got sick almost three weeks earlier and it all came out in the next couple minutes. Anne Murray was forgotten with Michelle’s tongue pressing into my mouth and her body tight against me.

When I caught my breath again, after she broke our kiss, I asked her, “What did you say to Alec”

Her lips tickled my ear again, “Just told him I hoped you meant what you’d said a few minutes ago.”

Then she pressed her cheek to mine a little tighter and I ran my hand up her back, feeling the fact that there was no bra strap. When the music ended, she backed away, looked me in the eyes and asked, “You sure?” giving me one more chance. Undoubtedly, this was the last chance.

I closed my eyes, re-enacted that vision of Michelle in Alec’s arms from a few minutes ago, remembering how jealous that little act had made me. The argument went through my mind all over again but I just couldn’t get that vision of my naked wife pulling Alec’s mouth to her breast.

The next song started, ‘That’s the Way Love Goes’. It was Alec’s turn to dance with Michelle again. I wanted to have the courage to say no and just take her to bed. But I didn’t. I opened my eyes, looked into her beautiful ones and gave her a simple, “Yes,” again. There would be no turning back and I nearly passed out from what I’d just done.

I managed to find my way to the couch. Thankfully, it was only a single step away. Almost before I’d completed that step, Michelle was offering her hand to Alec. He stood and this time, Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tight to her cheek. I sat, barely able to breathe, not knowing what was going to happen.

It didn’t take long to find out, though. She began nibbling on Alec’s ear, then his cheek and when he turned his head slightly, their lips found each other’s. Alec hadn’t even seen a female for the last year, much less kissed one. And he was making up for it with my wife. It was NOT a friendly peck on the cheek.

The dancing was totally forgotten, not even moving feet. I could see Michelle’s face, her closed eyes, her open mouth on Alec’s. Michelle’s hands were on the back of his head, his rubbing up and down her back, feeling her skin underneath that thin, sensuous blouse

She never broke contact with his mouth but reached a hand to his arm and pulled it from around her, then to his hand, pulling it up between their bodies to cup her breast.

Fuuckkk! I didn’t know whether to cringe, to cry, to pull my dick out of my pants, or just sit and watch. If ever I wanted to take back a single word, this was it. Except that I didn’t. Watching my beautiful wife making love with my best friend’s mouth while he was crushing her nearly bare tit with his hand was the most excruciatingly, sexy thing I’d ever imagined witnessing.

And then I heard the muffled moan coming from Michelle’s lips. It was supposed to be me making her moan. But this seemed different than the moans I’d heard when we were making love. It was long, drawn out, urgent…

She broke away from him and I heard a soft, “Wait,” right before she stepped away from him, over to me. She extended her hand, pulling me off the couch.

“Love you,” she said, standing in front of me, then kissed me. “I want this,” and looked down at her blouse, then back up at me, “the buttons… if you’re still okay… please.”

It dawned on me what she wanted me to do. But she was also giving me a third chance to change my mind. After that kiss, I wasn’t about to. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. I brought my shaking hands up under her chin and my fingers began to undo the top button. It’s hard to unbutton a blouse when your fingers are shaking like an Aspen leaf in a windstorm.

The top button was the hardest with my trembling fingers. After that, they were a little easier. My breathing, though, not so much, as the buttons came undone, past her cleavage to the very last. After I’d pulled her blouse out from being tucked into her pants, my hands just naturally strayed back up to each side of that cleavage. God, her nipples were hard and felt good, her skin so soft and sensual. She let out another little moan and gripped both my wrists, first pressing my hands a little tighter on her, then pulling them away.

“Don’t go away, I’ll be back,” she whispered as she turned toward her lover-to-be.

That vision went through my mind once again as I watched my Michelle taking the three steps to where Alec was standing, staring at us with his dick practically ripping a hole in his jeans.

There was sure as hell no turning back now!

Alec spread my wife’s blouse apart and off her arms so that she was standing topless in front of him. “God,” was all he said. It was enough.

His hands went to her first. I was looking at her back, not seeing, but I knew what he was doing. You know, too. A few steps and I’d have been able to see, but my brain wasn’t working so well by then. A masculine moan escaped his mouth, then feminine moans. Michelle’s hands covered his. If my heart rate had slowed over the last few minutes, it was spiking all over again.

I couldn’t have taken my eyes away if Mister Ed, the talking horse happened to walk through our little home, chatting away.

It had been what, maybe five, ten minutes ago that I’d been so torn up inside watching my wife’s first kiss to another man? What went on in my gut when Alec bent down and took one of Michelle’s nipples in his mouth, his arms wrapped around her, made that seem like a friendly handshake. When Michelle’s hands went behind Alec’s head and pulled him into her and the loud moan escaped her mouth, my three weeks of abstinence made itself known by the orgasm ripping through my body nearly causing me to collapse, groaning, in a puddle on the floor. I didn’t even notice the wet spot on my pants.

As it was, I was literally gasping, trying to breathe, watching my friend devouring my wife’s naked breasts… and her… grinding her breast into his mouth, the moans of pleasure. Michelle’s sensitive breasts, I’d discovered, have a direct link to her sexuality. Even my slightest touch to her nipples sends her into sexual overdrive.

After what had seemed an eternity, Michelle reached down, took his arms in her hands and led his hands down to her slacks, pressing them to the top and pressing down, giving him a clear hint.

Once again, I was holding my breath. The orgasm I’d just had hadn’t caused my hardness or my lust to subside even the least.

Alec knew, too, what Michelle wanted. He began to push the waistband of her pants down her hips. I held my breath, realizing what was coming. My body began shaking at what I’d set into action with that ‘yes’. Again, I didn’t think I could let her go through with it, but knew that, at that point, I was powerless to stop anything that was coming.

It was like I’d jumped out of an airplane with a parachute and then, as the thrill of flying through the air hit me, the ground far below, I realized I’d forgotten the parachute.

Alec pushed slowly, savoring the instant. I couldn’t take that breath, couldn’t move my body. Michelle’s red panties came into view, the back of them. Satiny, covering practically nothing. More like the panties she sometimes wore with one of her sexy nighties, but less, almost a thong. My eyes were wide and my breath finally caught, gasping, making me faint.

Alec struggled to get her slacks down over her heels, but finally did, stepping away from them, wearing nothing except those nearly non-existent panties. My cock was stone-hard, that orgasm hadn’t relieved a damned thing.

He kissed up her legs, pausing at her panties, pressing his face into them, his hands around her butt, nothing between his mouth and Michelle’s sex except that thin material, Michelle’s hands balling his hair, pressing him to her and groaning.

She stepped back, leaving Alec on his knees, the look of lust on his face; turned toward me and my breath caught again, seeing what Alec had seen; those panties, red satin, barely covering her, sheer like her bra had been. She stepped toward me, so beautiful, nipples red and distended from Alec’s sucking. So fucking sexy!

She pressed her body to mine, kissing me, like she’d kissed Alec a few minutes earlier, her tongue in my mouth. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I wanted to take her into the bedroom and fuck her so hard! Even right there, in front of Alec. I was nearly desperate in my need. Yet, I knew the goal; it wasn’t me that was going to be making love with my wife that night, it was going to be Alec.

She turned, facing Alec and pressed her body back into mine, my hard cock, still trapped inside my pants, pressing against her. My hands wrapped around her breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling at them and she moaned. But I knew what she wanted. My right hand went to the front of her panties, inside them, feeling that satin, the wetness of her pussy, my other hand stayed on her breast, massaging, caressing, pinching her nipple.

“Bought these… for you… thought you’d like,” she said, her quiet voice raspy, breathless.

She kept herself trimmed and I pressed my hand against her sex, eliciting more moaning, Alec watching every move. I remembered her words from just a little earlier in the evening, ‘don’t want Alec to hear us.’ What a difference less than an hour can make!

I desperately wanted to press my fingers inside her, feel how hot, wet… slippery she was, make her gush… but I knew, this night, that was for Alec.

Michelle twisted her head toward me, our lips met, I felt her tongue once again. My other hand, the one that had been cupping and stroking her breast, went down her side to her panties. I pushed down, both hands, letting her panties fall to the floor…

She stepped forward, toward Alec, a beautiful goddess. Naked, nothing except her high heels fastened around her ankles. The ground was rapidly approaching. No parachute on my back.

Michelle wrapped her arms tight around Alec’s neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips to his. Alec’s fingers dug into her back, fingernails making red marks as they traveled lower… down her back… to her butt, grasping and lifting… fingers groping… finding her slit… disappearing inside her!

Michelle released his lips, a loud groan, her body stiffening. I stepped closer, right behind my wife, watching Alec’s fingers, his muscles working, finding their way deeper inside her. Her head flew back, a hard grimace on her face, then the scream.

I don’t know how long it went on. She pressed her face into Alec’s body and her body shuddered… on and on, Alec’s fingers continuing to work inside her pussy.

Michelle continued to hang on around Alec’s waist and neck as her orgasm gradually subsided. Alec held her back or she likely would have collapsed and fallen.

When she recovered her awareness, she uttered a single word, “Bedroom.”

I moved out of the way, realizing that the instant of collision with the earth and an explosion of emotions was imminent within the next few moments.

I had to ask myself all over again if I dared watch the next minutes. For the first time, the realization hit me - what might it do to our future? There would be no discovering a backup parachute at the last moment. No undoing of the next few seconds. Yet, no force on earth was going to stop the inevitable. And, no, I couldn’t ‘not’ watch.

Fortunately, at least Michelle was on birth control as we hadn’t wanted a baby while I was still in the military.

Alec laid Michelle on our bed. She spread her legs apart, feet flat on the bed and knees bent and said, “Fuck me, Alec… please!”

I’d never before heard Michelle use that word.

Alec’s hands were shaking nearly as bad as mine had been earlier, trying to get his shirt off while he watched my naked wife, her pussy spread wide and waiting for him.

It was finally off and his pants as well. Alec was hard, long and thick, a look of pure lust on his face… and on hers.

He stepped forward. The instant was here! I’d been dreading and so looking forward to this moment.

He was still standing on the floor, lifted Michelle’s feet off the bed, pushed them up over his shoulders and lifted her slightly.

“Please!” Michelle almost cried out.

The collision with earth was here. Alec’s cock was at Michelle’s pussy… and suddenly… he was inside her… all the way… a single, fast thrust. Michelle let out a loud groan, more like a wail this time.

Alec moaned, his mouth open, head back. He held onto her hips, pulled at her hips, tighter onto him, straining, pressing deep into her, hesitating for a moment, no doubt enjoying the unbelievable feel of his cock buried deep inside my wife’s vagina.

He drew out, thrusting inside her again, shaking the whole bed, and Michelle’s wail turned almost animal-like.

My own cock began pumping cum into my pants once again. This time I frantically unzipped, releasing it, squeezing hard. I couldn’t stop myself.

Another thrust and she screamed, dwarfing her earlier scream of only a couple minutes earlier.

A fourth thrust and he pressed himself hard into her, letting out a roar like a lion, squeezing her hips, pulling her even harder onto himself.

Michelle’s wail was continuous, her fingers scratching at the bed covers, her body floundering and shuddering.

Alec made several short plunges, pumping his cum deep inside my wife, his face a grimace of sex.

I don’t know if I had been breathing or not. I fell back against the wall, gasping for breath, not able to believe what I’d just witnessed.

Alec’s body, Michelle’s body, both were glistening in sweat.

Michelle’s legs fell off his shoulders, her feet back flat onto the bed; gasping, the same as I had been, with my friend’s cock still buried inside her, pelvis to pelvis.

Alec took her hands in his, pulled her up just a little and she wrapped her legs around his waist so that they could change position on the bed, instead of crosswise, to Michelle being lengthwise. Alec climbed up on the bed, pushing her up toward the headboard and lay down on top of her, pressing his lips to hers.

Michelle has always liked to kiss. That and her nipples turn her on more than anything else. She kisses passionately, baring her soul to me. That was how she and Alec kissed afterward, Alec still inside her.

A few moments later, Alec pushed himself up just a little, looked into her face and asked, “You ready again?”

She groaned, “Uuuu, Uhuh,” grinding her pussy to him.

Alec slowly pulled out of her, all seven or so, fat inches… and slammed back into her.

“Ohh, Ohh God!” came from her mouth.

Michelle’s legs were spread wide, the high heels still on her feet, her hands on Alec’s back, fingernails digging into his skin. He pulled out and thrust into her again, another squeal… and again… and again, repeatedly, seemingly harder each time.

The look on Michelle’s face… I can’t even describe. She was being pummeled… and loving every instant, grunting and groaning with every thrust.

This was no three or four strike, outside the park home run like their first time. Alec pummeled into my wife, her body thrashing with each one, the wail beginning anew, louder with each one of his thrusts into her.

My own cock was hard all over again as well and I wanted my wife! But I knew that wasn’t to be. This night at least, she was Alec’s woman.

Anne Murray was still singing in the other room, oblivious to the happenings in our bedroom.

I stood at the side of our bed, watching my friend continue to fuck my wife. His cock wet and glistening, seemingly larger with every thrust… pulling out… disappearing inside her… over and over again!

Occasionally, he paused and they kissed or he’d suck one of her tits into his mouth, then start again.

Michelle’s head began to flop back and forth, her wail replaced by an ongoing string of grunts, groans, ‘Oh gods’, and other unintelligible noises. I know how her pussy contracts around me when she orgasms. Alec’s groans began to change and his thrusts became even more frantic.

Finally, he looked up, eyes blank and seemingly unseeing, making short, hard thrusts into her and his eyes closed, another sharp grimace on his face, and nearly a sob with a last thrust into her, grinding his pelvis into her. Michelle’s wail started again with her fingernails digging sharply, drawing deep, red scratch marks across Alec’s back.

This time, he rolled off of her, laying on the bed, both gasping for air, bodies glistening with sweat. His cock still engorged but shrinking, wet and slimy with their juices. I knew that my dream, probably forever unrealized, would be to fuck my wife as my friend just had.

Of course, I wasn’t going to be willing to isolate myself for a year in order to do it, though.

Michelle’s legs were still spread wide on the bed, Alec’s cum dripping out of her wet, red pussy.

When Michelle rolled over, throwing a leg over Alec’s body and she snuggled her face next to his, closing her eyes, I closed the bedroom door, found a blanket and pillow in our little closet and took off my sticky pants and underwear, laying down on the couch, where we’d intended Alec would be sleeping the night.

I lay in bed reliving the last few hours, my cock still rock hard, from the time I’d first opened the door and saw how Michelle was dressed. I was tired, more so than I’d been for a long, long time, but there was no sleep. The visions replayed over and over in my mind. Eventually, what I knew was the last song on the CD played, ‘Tennessee Waltz’, and the room was quiet. I realized then that it had been almost exactly an hour since Michelle’s first dance with Alec in our living room.

I still lay there staring at the ceiling, so horny and wanting my wife so badly that it was almost unbearable, when I realized I heard the bed bouncing once again… and shortly after, the groaning started again as well.

I tried to stop myself, but couldn’t. I got up and cracked the door just a little, enough to see inside. It was nearly dark, nothing but some moonlight coming through the window. Earlier, there had at least been the reflected light from the living room lamp.

Michelle was on her elbows and knees, Alec behind her, hands on her hips, driving his cock in and out of her, every bit as hard as before, her rocking back into him with every thrust.

Michelle was on her elbows, her head drooping down so that she could watch Alec’s cock driving into her. I watched several minutes, knowing that this third time, Alec would be fucking my wife for a long while, then softly closed the door and lay back down on the couch, listening to the groans growing louder, coming from our bedroom. Michelle’s scream several minutes later tore another hole through my soul… nearly causing my own third orgasm.

I apparently went to sleep later, after they finished their lovemaking. I had laid on the couch, listening to Michelle and Alec orgasm once again. Then didn’t realize anything more until I felt soft lips on mine and smelled the scent of Michelle’s perfume. When I became awake enough to be aware, I felt Michelle’s hands on both sides of my face, softly stroked my cheeks as her lips caressed mine in a kiss filled with love.

“I want you to make love with me,” she whispered to me, in-between her kisses.

I threw the cover off, revealing that I was still hard. I don’t think that, even in my short sleep, it had ever subsided, even having come twice earlier in the night. The night had just been too erotic, more so than I ever would have imagined, even after that vision of Michelle and Alec first popped into my mind.

Michelle climbed on the couch beside me and we giggled at my struggles to get her underneath me. It wasn’t a hide-abed, just a regular couch. Once we were at least semi-comfortably situated, we kissed, our naked bodies pressing together.

I was still in the same emotional condition as when I lay down, wanting my wife badly. Consequently, it was only a moment of our foreplay before I was pressing inside her. God, she was so hot and slick… slick with Alec’s cum, mixed with her own. At that point, it didn’t matter. Her hot pussy wrapping around me. The vision of that last look I had of Alec impaling himself inside her from behind flitted through my mind and I came, long and hard, adding my cum to Alec’s, after only a few thrusts into her.

Compared to what I’d seen between her and Alec, my lovemaking seemed pitifully incomplete, although it hadn’t been for me. Even short, it was wonderful.

“I’m sorry,” I told my wife, knowing that she hadn’t experienced anything like what she had with Alec.

Apparently understanding how I felt, she placed a finger over my mouth, “No, you don’t have any reason to be… that was sex… this was love…” and her lips found mine once again.

She stayed with me the rest of the night, although there wasn’t much left of it. I don’t think either of us went to sleep again, constantly caressing and kissing each other.

A little after seven, it started to get light. Alec’s plane’s departure wasn’t until eleven, so we had time to let him sleep a little first. I wasn’t working that night, and since it was a Saturday, neither was Michelle, so we’d be able to get some sleep during the day.

At eight-thirty, Michelle and I got up and she cracked the bedroom door barely open. It smelled of sex, a reminder of the night before. Alec was laying on the bed, snoring lightly, no covers over him, his morning erection standing up, proud and hard. I think his morning wood was almost bigger than he’d been the night before. She looked over at me with ‘that look’ on her face. I nodded, knowing exactly what she wanted.

She pressed the door the rest of the way open and quietly sneaked into the room, still completely naked. I had just realized that at some point during the night, she’d taken off her heels.

I knew from my four months on Sitkinak that Alec is a sound sleeper. We were roommates in the barracks, sharing a bedroom. Practically nothing would wake him from a deep sleep, the remembrance of which made me roll my eyes at myself. If, when Michelle told me she was afraid he’d hear us, I’d told her… we wouldn’t wake him, would any of what happened actually have happened? A little late for hindsight. Of course, I didn’t regret it, either.

Anyway, his sleeping habits allowed Michelle to climb up on the bed, straddle him and lower herself, impaling her pussy on his cock without waking him.

Michelle was on top of him, his cock buried inside her, grinding down on him, her hands resting on his chest when he started groaning, a big smile on his face, still apparently asleep and having what must have been the most pleasant dream in the history of dreams.

She rode up on him, until the head of his cock was just barely at her pussy lips, then slid all the way back down, letting out her own groan, then leaned over him, rubbing her nipple on his lips until they opened and she pressed it inside.

It was then that he started to wake up, his cock buried inside my wife’s pussy and her tit in his mouth. What a fuckin’ way to be awakened!

Alec reached around Michelle’s back and pulled her tighter to him, groaning and sucking her breast in his mouth.

Over the next several minutes, Michelle rode him up and down, occasionally stopping and kissing him, letting him suck on a tit.

This was almost harder to watch than the night before. With the daylight and the fact that this was so sudden, not the gradual buildup of last night, it just seemed… different. Maybe, too, the fact that I’d made love with her in the night and it was a little more my brain thinking, rather than my dick like the night before.

Whatever, but I’d thought I’d be fine when she gave me ‘that look’. But I wasn’t fine, I was jealous as hell! Almost enough to ask her to stop. I didn’t want my wife fucking my friend that morning. After last night, crazy or what?

I didn’t stop her, though. She was enjoying what she was doing too much. Especially when Alec began ejaculating cum into her again, pushing her over the top for her own orgasm.

Michelle was breathing hard and leaned over, whispering in his ear, bringing a smile to his face. I had no idea what it was, but she climbed off him and off the bed, cum dripping down the inside of her thigh again. By my count, that had been at least four times she and Alec had done the deed and once for her and me. There may have been more with Alec while I was sleeping, too. Her pussy had to have been getting a little sore… and overflowing with cum.

“I’m going to pee and shower, you guys need to use the bathroom first?” Michelle asked, looking at both of us.

“I’m good,” Alec said, “got up in the middle of the night.”

Must have been before Michelle came out with me, or maybe we dozed off and didn’t even realize it. Ah well.

“I prob’ly better,” I said. I knew how long Michelle could sometimes be in the bathroom.

When I came back out, she was waiting with a little bag in her hand, and Alec was in the bedroom putting his clothes that he’d worn the night before back on. I was a little self-conscious walking around in my nothing so put my boxers on from the night before, then got a pair of clean clothes from our dresser.

Michelle didn’t take long in the shower, maybe conscious that Alec and I needed to get cleaned up a little to get him to the airport. But the ‘clothes’ that she’d taken to put on were a major surprise to me, and undoubtedly Alec, too. It was one of her sheer babydolls with equally sheer panties, but still not as nearly as small as those panties she’d worn last night.

Alec’s eyes were glued to her. Even after everything, it almost surprised me that she’d wear that for him. It seemed even more intimate than nothing at all, which he’d been seeing her in since last night.

He went to the car and got his little overnight bag and took it into the bathroom. While he was there and Michelle and I had a few minutes to ourselves, she asked me, “You okay with what happened?”

I nodded, “It was sexy. Don’t think I could do it again, but last night was good.” I didn’t mention that this morning wasn’t so good. Until she read that original story, six years ago, I hadn’t told her how much that had bothered me. I figured no point in it by then.

There was one thing I wanted to know, though, “What did you whisper to Alec this morning, that made him smile like that?”

She smiled, “Told him…“ she hesitated, “that’s our secret…”

I frowned, “Not fair.” I didn’t know what else to say, maybe eventually, she’d tell me. As of writing this sentence, she still hasn’t.

She leaned over and kissed me, “Honey… thank you… it was the best ‘once-only’ a girl could ever have.”

At that point, I was glad she said ‘once-only’.

I took Alec to the airport and waited until the plane left. We didn’t talk much on the way, except I wished him well. Not sure exactly what you say to the guy that had just spent the night fucking your wife like she’s never been fucked before.

It was good that he didn’t have a girl at home waiting for him. He’d have a hard time explaining the fresh scratches across his back.

When I got home, Michelle was in the bedroom on our bed. She’d changed the bedding and opened the windows, letting out the odor of sex that had been so prevalent earlier. She opened her arms and said, “Now you can make love to me properly.”

We had a very good rest of the day. It was even the first time that Michelle sucked my cock to hardness after I was sure I couldn’t do a thing more.

ooOoo

You might wonder, six years after originally publishing my most popular story, why I suddenly decided to rewrite it. There are a couple reasons:

I think maybe I’m a better writer than I was back then, understand grammar a little better, punctuation, a story’s flow etc.

Besides, Michelle knows of my writing, now. She could help recollect the events much clearer than I could alone. I mentioned several times in the telling of the story that my brain wasn’t working too well, that it was my lower brain doing much of my thinking that night. Well, it was my lower brain doing a lot of the remembering, as well. She could help piece it back together much more accurately than I could alone. I’d still love for her to write her feelings sometime, but that’s another story entirely.

Anyway, Michelle helped with this rewrite, hopefully, bringing a little more accuracy into the words.

The second reason is a bit more complicated, and I don’t know what it’ll eventually lead to. If you’ve read my other stories, subsequent to this, you know that Michelle originally reading this on New Years Day, 2014, changed our lives. It opened us both up to repressed sexual excitement and fantasies realized that I’d certainly never imagined. We’d been married fifteen years then, twenty-one now.

I’ve written about our subsequent years, the love affairs, sexual excitement and changes in our lives that that story engendered. My last was three years ago, Michelle’s homecoming from a month-plus long trip with a wealthy real estate developer that Michelle met in one of her later ‘adventures’.

A lot has happened in our lives beyond that homecoming that I’ve never written. One of my most frequently asked questions has been, ‘what was it like for Michelle her first time with him’. Before that trip, he’d requested that we abstain from any sex for a full month.

All of that needs to be written and I hope to do so.

But, it leads up to that second reason for rewriting this story. After I got out of the Coast Guard, we occasionally heard from Alec, never anything significant – just Christmas cards, an occasional ‘how ya doin’ e-mails etc. We never met again after that night. He lives on the east coast, Michelle and I on the west.

Then, a couple weeks ago, I got an e-mail from Alec, 'Hi, wanted to let you know that I’ve just gotten a new work assignment, probably a month or two long. I’ve never mentioned it, but I work for the same company that runs the Hanford Reach Nuclear Facility in Richland (which is about ten miles from our home). They’ve asked me to work there for probably a month or two to help develop a research project. I’d love to see you and Michelle. Esp Michelle, lol! Let you know my schedule when it’s finalized.'

My friend, Alec, who we haven’t seen in over twenty years, who was Michelle’s first ‘extracurricular lover’, is coming to the Tri-Cities!

I have no idea what that may entail. I know that he’s married to a beautiful girl, golden blonde; he sent us a wedding picture, so don’t expect a repeat of twenty years ago, but… who knows?

When I showed that email to Michelle, she was ecstatic, suggested we go back to that story and reread it all over again together, which, when she started making comments of her different remembrances, I suggested that we rewrite the story together. Maybe to let Alec read it. This is the result of that collaboration.

Oh yeah, when we got to the part about her ‘whisper’ to Alec at the end, I asked her what she had said. All this time, she’s never mentioned it.

She laughed, “Wasn’t much really… just told him… that I hoped we could do it again sometime.”

Again? Sometime? And he’ll be right here at least a full month, maybe longer. Maybe we should even ask if he wants to stay in our guest bedroom?

Nah, he has a wife now, was unattached back then. But… maybe…?