I was young, only 19/20. In a week I would be leaving to a new unit. My crew had given me whatever honors they needed to and left on a 3 month patrol. There are 2 interesting stories that happened that week. My roomates “gf” only found out from me that he was gone a few days later. (That’s the other story for later).
Before that…
My best friend at the time, had gotten married on his trip across country to a girl he barely knew from his buddy’s college. Becca was her name. She was a beautiful brunette with a bob shoulder length style haircut, and a spectacular body. She was 23.
I lived with them for a short time before I got my place. It was alright, but fish, like guests start to smell after a few days, and I was there for 3 months. Although I would only stay a few days a week there, I found out why I thought my buddies wife didn’t like me.
Whether it was excitemnet or a real connection my buddy began having an affair with another woman we worked with. They were both married and I became the arranger or the fall guy if needed. I wasn’t who I am now, back then. I made countless attempts in hopes they’d end it, but instead I enabled it more often than not.
The buzzer to my apartment rang, it was Becca. My heart did that flutter thing and my stomach was turning. I was a dead man. Becca didn’t like me. This wasn’t going to be good. She stood at my door and I let her in. She was defensive for sure. You could tell. My roomate was a chef too. I worried about all the knives in the kitchen. “You busy?” She asked.
“No” I replied.
“I’m taking you to dinner.” She said.
“Okay?”
We’re at Denny’s or Perkin’s (same thing really) and we talk about it all. She knew about the relationship months ago. My friend kept me up to date. This went on for like two and a half hours. It was deep. A lot of weight too. I paid for dinner and we went to the parking lot. She sat down on the curb visibly upset. I sat next to her. “I am sorry and I thought you hated me long before this?” I said.
“I did, but not for the reason you think.” She said.
Look, I was obnoxious (19), but I did things her husband wouldn’t do, I listened, cleaned up, yadda yadda, I cared. I even took her to the hospital once when her husband was on duty. Stayed by her side for 2 days. “You fucked my sister.”
I feigned shock (Because yeah, I fucked her sister.) Problem was, I was told not too. Her sister already told her, and Becca was jealous that I had.
“Come again?”
The divorce papers had been signed by her that day and they wouldn’t get to my buddy for a couple weeks, being out at sea. She looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes and kissed me.
We got in her car and there was silence yet we weren’t going back to my place? I knew the route. She unlocked the door to their townhouse and we walked in just enough to close the door.
I placed my hands on her shoulders gently. Kissed the back of her head and then her neck, as my arms slid down her shoulders and I had them on her waist. She leaned back and kissed my lips pulling my hands to her larger than I thought breasts. Her ass grinded against my cock as I let my hand slip passed waist of her jeans into very damp silky panties. She gasped loudly. We fought against our clothes as fast as we could (which you all know is a comedy) hoping to make it to the bedroom, but the kitchen island was closer. My cock slid into her from behind as she enveloped every inch of it. Every dream I have had about this woman was unfolding. She was perfectly sculpted curves. “This is gonna happen pretty fast” I whispered, and she said between breaths “we have plenty of time. Don’t cum inside me.” She came hard and slammed her ass into my hips. The sound of her cumming flipped the switch and I pulled out my cock and my hand covered with her juices as my load shot onto the tile floor.
I wasn’t ready to stop. We went to the bedroom and she crawled across the bed. I dove into her pussy masterfully working my tongue where she needed it to be. Her hands on my head, her hips adjusting to guide me in the right direction. Once I was headed down the right path she didn’t stop. She moaned and whimpered louder and louder. Grabbing her large nipples accelerating her to another flowing orgasm.
My cock was bouncing now. Screaming to get back in the game. I pulled back, her pussy was glistening, open, and engorged. Her clit was hard and it was as it always is with this situation, the most beautiful view on earth. She scrambled to the night stand and grabbed a condom. Hungrily placed my dick in her mouth to amplify my swollen cock and then placed the condom on me.
I had planned to try and take it slow but hunger took over and I was deep inside her. Her eyes widened and she begged me to fuck her. She screamed for it.
This dinner lasted for two days. We fucked and sucked and played everywhere, from the movies to a restaurant, in the car at the beach.
We never spoke again after. She said she’d miss me, and that was that. 8 years later. I’m an instructor at a training center. It was a typical Monday, take this book pass it back, watch this video etc. At lunch I was pulled into my boss’ office and there was my old buddy. Apparently with an obvious complaint.
There were some niceties exchanged but then it came out.
“You fucked my wife! And her sister.”
” Not at the same time! And you high fived me for the sister. Do you need me to go for the trifecta? What’s her mom’s number?” (I almost got a fist in the mouth for that one) What are you upset about? You had already gotten engaged to a married woman. I helped you get the ring.”
Things were chilled after that and we finished the class.
I sat with my fellow instructors at the club that night and explained what happened (not in as much detail). My supervisor chuckles and points to my buddy, Married again, putting the moves on a classmate. I sent over 2 drinks and raised my glass.
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