Curious Meg Becoming a Slut Wife Chapter 1
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Curious Meg, Becoming A Slut Wife : Chapter 2 free porn video
I knew early on that I needed more than just fantasies to satisfy my desires. I also knew that if I stayed in our town I would end up like most of the girls I knew, married to a local guy and trapped for life. I wanted to find a guy like the ones in the stories I had been reading, a guy I could love and marry and that was open minded enough and to accept and satisfy sexual desires. I just didn’t know how to get there and couldn’t think of any options to get away to have some adventures like the women in the stories, it was really making me depressed, I knew that with the desires I had I’d end up messing up on the poor guy I married and fooling around and that would just snowball into an awful marriage and my family would be shamed forever.
But my dreams where not to be denied and the perfect solution presented itself mid-semester of my senior year.
As I walked down the hall I saw the poster taped to the message center, the Army Recruiter would be coming to our high school with the and after he gave his “Be… All that you can, Be!” pitch, I was sold and decided that would be the ticket to my dreams and joined delayed entry two months after the recruiter gave his speech. I was so happy and my parents; although slightly disappointed that I would not be attending college immediately, gave me their blessing. I took a job that summer at the local public golf course, waiting tables and sometimes I had to pick up the golf balls. It was fun I got to drive the carts and could gain access anytime day or night to the course, and I’d take my friends there and we’d drink some beers and drive the carts around late at night and stuff.
I was still a virgin at eighteen and I couldn’t wait to leave for basic training. I had saved every penny I’d earned to buy a car once I got stationed wherever, and the weekend before I was to leave, my parents threw a going away party and I got over seven hundred dollars from friends and family in gift envelopes.
I was fingering myself almost daily and as Friday drew near I grew restless and wanted to be gone already. On Wednesday Jim a co-worked from the golf course, came by the house and asked if I‘d like to go to the Tavern with him for goodbye drinks and all that, he said. And I said sure why not. I told my parents I’d be back later and we hopped in his car and headed down the street to the tavern. Jim was twenty-one, I was eighteen, but the owner would let me have a few beer, since I was heading to the service; all the young guys that had joined in our town could always get a beer once they had signed up.
And since most of the men had served in a service branch and been to one of the past wars, nobody said anything. We shot pool and after a while I began to get a little tipsy, I asked Jim to if he had to work tomorrow, being Saturday and all. He said nope and looked around nervously and asked if I ‘d like to head to the lakes; The lakes is the make out spot, about nine miles out of town on the bluffs, it’s really just four ponds on the bluff, but it overlooks the entire county. I thought about it…for like three seconds and said ok.
I figured I’d be gone in two days and all I had done was fantasize about guys and , maybe if he played his cards right, he’d be the first cock I’d ever suck and I figured he’d want more than just kisses and copping a feel. He wasn’t gonna get in my panties or anything, but I was up for a real practice run tonight, before I left, what the hell I thought, I’ll get a little experience and try it out at least once.
When we got to the lakes we walked around the lakes to the edge and took in the view for a bit, It was windy and little chilly and he offered me his shirt, as he went to put it around my shoulders our faces came close and he moved into kiss me. I met with him with my lips and soon we were really making out. I pulled back and suggested we should head back to his car.
When we got back, he opened the back door and I climbed in first. As I slid
across the back seat, I noticed the bulge in his jeans and sized him up to be
about six or seven inches. We began kissing again and his hands went right for
my tits after about a minute. I rubbed his leg and made my way up to his cock
and rubbed it thru his jeans. As I massaged his cock he slipped his hand to my
pussy and then tried to slip into my pants and into my panties. No I said, No
Jim, that’s for my husband, not for a hot night at the lakes. Ok, he said I
understand, but you can’t blame a guy for trying. I pulled him in to kiss again
and we continue to fondle each other for another five or six minutes’.
I kept thinking if he was ever gonna try it again and when he finally did, I lifted my ass off the seat and let his hand slip into my pants. He slid his hand down and rubbed my pussy thru my panties. I thought ok, it’s now or never and started to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I felt for his zipper and found he was wearing button fly jeans, (note to guys; if you’re thinking of getting laid, don’t wear button fly jeans) I fought with those freaking buttons for a bit and finally he said he’d get it. As he took care of the buttons, I slipped off my blouse and brassiere. I told him I couldn’t and wouldn’t screw, but I’d jack him off... if he didn’t tell anyone about it, he crossed himself and swore never to tell a soul. He pulled down his jeans and shorts and his long thin reddish circumcised cock sprang up flat against his belly, if he’d shot at that moment, he’d a shot it straight in his face.
I spit in my hand and began to yank on his dick, after about two minutes’ he asked if Id kiss it, I said same rules and repeated nobody hears about this OK. Oh yeah scouts honor! (Yeah sure, a week into basic, I called a girlfriend back home and she had heard about it… from another girl friend, I denied everything) I used all that I had read about sucking cock and had him moaning and groaning and him telling me how good it felt to have me sucking on his rod.
It gave me such a sense of power, and I knew I was doing a great job. I was pretending that I was forced do it and almost asked him to call me a slut and whore and slap me around a bit, like in my fantasies, while I was sucking him off, but I chose to just fantasize that he did, and that worked great for me. The best unexpected treat was finally getting his hot jizz. He must have been saving it forever; he shot his jizz for what seemed a couple of minutes, globs of it filled my mouth and I let it drip out and down my breast and even got a blast sprayed on my face. So when he asked if I’d do it again a few minutes later I said ok, but only because I knew he’d never tell a soul about it. Thinking back on that day, just now as I write this… I’ve loved the taste of jizz since that first time and especially getting guys jizz sprayed all on my face. I knew I’d be sucking a lot of cock in my lifetime. I left for basic training two days after that.
After basic and my specialty school training I was stationed stateside and that is where I met my husband. Karl, he was my destiny, he was everything I had dreamed of in my fantasy. When I first saw him he didn’t even notice me. But for me… it was love at first sight, Six foot, coal black hair crew cut and dreamy brown eyes, with long lashes and a crazy hot body and great ass. Six months later I’d get to feel his eight inches of thick uncut cock deep in my wet cunt and mouth.
When I asked who he was and what company he was in my roomy said,” He’s nice, no Country (my army nick name), he’ll eat you alive Country”, she joked. She told me about what she called stupid base rumors of swinging and fooling around. Playing naïve, I asked Swinging? Shit Country, don’t you know anything she said, and she proceeded to define just what I had hoped to hear.
He and his ex (she was gone, now) where supposed to have been swingers and they’d meet with guys and girls and screw like bunnies and he would let guys group screw his wife with him watching and stuff. You mean gangbang her? Oh shit, Country, that one you know, you playing dumb Country, she cocked her head side to side and made her eyes cross and peered at me. No I said, I heard it from a girl in Basic, I said, she’d had an aunt that got caught by her kids doing a gangbang, really, I said. My roomy went on to say, she’d heard several stories, some believable, two guys doing her, others exaggerated 12 or 13 guys at a club. But still nobody from post knows for sure, so just bullshit rumors. That was all I needed to hear, I had found him… the man of my dreams, everything plus he was a hunk, at least to me and as time passed, I would find out that other girls thought the same. I quickly made him the face of my nasty fantasies.
When I did get the courage to talk to him (which made my pussy wet), I fell head over heels for him, rumors and all. But I didn’t care and a lot of the girls confessed to not really believing the rumors that went around. But as for me, I secretly wanted them to be true. For me it was just perfect, just what I had been looking for, you could say. A guy that was rumored to be experienced in swinging, geez I felt so bad for wanting it to be true. But if it was true, maybe he’d do it again. I reasoned that IF, they (the rumors) were true, and IF, Karl’s wife had been gangbanged (several times) and IF, he had been there, and IF, he’d joined them. I know lots of Ifs, and at the time I knew I might be counting my chickens before they hatched, but for me it wasn’t just the thought of several guys fucking me, it had to be with the guy I loved, willingly giving me too and joining a group of guys and all of them fucking me, that was and still is the turn on for me, even to this day. I couldn’t do it without Karl being there; it’s just wouldn’t and isn’t a turn-on for me without that husband component. The rumors had to be true!
Hope you come back for chapter 3 the Best is yet to cum...I finally get GANGBANGED GOOD!
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