A few years back, I was on a deployment to an undisclosed location in Southeast Asia. I was married, and we were in a rough spot before I left, as I’m an adventerous guy with a high libido, and my wife is just the opposite.
We’d been talking about our problems even before I left, but a few months into the deployment, the talks got explosive, so much so that we’d go days without talking. With divorce popping up as an option several times.
One of those times included my off day, where I was hanging out at the MWR when I saw a perfect butt hanging off of a pool table. I went about my business, going to the game area.
When I took a break to go to the bathroom, the girl was staring daggers at me, and not the angry type.
I didn’t think much of it, as I don’t consider myself a super attractive guy. I’m 5’10, 205, with mostly muscle, and somewhere around average in the face. Also black. She was about 5’1, chocolate skin, and STACKED. At the very least a D in the chest, pretty slim in the waist, and an ass that you can’t hide. One of those girls that almost looks vulgar no matter what she wears. Face was somewhere in the same range as mine, but easily a 9 overall.
“You keep looking like you want to come play”.
I froze.
I recovered a few seconds later with “You look like you don’t know what to do over there anyway.”
I don’t really know how to play pool, so she kicked the shit out of me. However, as we played, we got to talking. She was married, had a kid, etc, so we talked about that, along with our jobs and a little really light flirting. She added me on IG and we parted ways for then. At this point, I knew it wasn’t the greatest idea because I was really attracted to her, but it wasn’t unfamiliar territory for me, as I’ve always had super attractive female friends and never crossed the line. It was also sort of hard to find people to consistently hang out with due to being night shift, so I figured the company was welcome.
The following week, still in a bad place in my own marriage, we met up again to play pool. She started talking about doubts and fears she had with her own husband, and how bad things were getting. It bothered her so much that I actually won at pool. We went to get food and talked before eventually parting ways again.
About an hour later, I got a message on IG.
“You up?”
Barely awake, I didn’t seem it strange, and thought she maybe wanted to talk, being as upset as she was earlier. She asked me where my tent was and I told her, and told her I’d get ready and meet her outside.
I got up and started to get dressed, but got a message that said “here” right as I heard the door open. I peek out behind my “privacy” sheet set up and there she is. She made eye contact and beelined to me. My heart started pounding in my chest.
At this point, I had everything but a shirt on, and she came and rubbed my chest. She pushed at me, as much as someone with a 70 pound disadvantage can, and my baseic instincts kicked in. I sat on the bunk of my bed and she started kissing my neck and grabbing my dick. I returned the sentiment, rubbing her clit as I sucked on her neck, not worried about hickies because of the aforementioned chocolate skin.
A minute or two in, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her leggings to the knees, laid her back, and started to kiss up her thighs, to the lips and right to her clit. I slipped a finger in and found her G-spot, torturing it until I felt more wetness than I ever felt.
“I’m sorry, I squirt” came from the embarrassed girl on my bunk, which only made me work harder to make it happen.
After she came again, she stopped my and pulled out my dick, which was at full attention. I moved to the mount posiyio and she rubbed it on her pussy, letting it collect the wetness, and put it on the opening, and I started to thrust.
It was everything. Tight, wet, and leaking, I knew I didn’t have long as soon as I got all the way in. After what was probably less than 2 minutes of long, slow strokes, I told her what was about to happen.
“Not yet!” She said as she pushed at me, promoting me to get up. She flipped and immediately wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, licking the shaft, and stroking with both hands. I’m not the type to cum a lot, but after about 4 months of no action and minimal masturbation, I felt 6 thick spurts shoot into her mouth, enough for her to choke and gag, which made me release 2 more of the same size. I’ve NEVER cum that hard. In something I’d never seen before, she grabs a mostly empty water bottle and spits the excess into it before laying down.
I fall like a wounded animal, and she lays on my chest, still playing with my dick. We talk for awhile, both stark naked, her still stroking on my lifeless penis.
After a few minutes, I feel my blood rush again, and responded by flipping her onto her stomach and penetrating her still insanely wet pussy while she lays prone.
“You just take whatever you want, huh?” She said as I slipped in. I thrust away, sucking her neck and grabbing her tits.
After a few minutes, she stopped me and got on all fours, aching her back like only the best of porn stars can do. I started to give it to her, but she stopped me and started throwing it back. I was able to just set back and admire her work, with her ass clapping together with every stroke. After a while, I felt the clench, and a rush of moisture started dripping down my shaft to my balls, letting me know she had cum again.
I took over, stroking with everything that I had until I felt release again. We both fell asleep shortly after, with her phone ringing before she got up to go(I’m assuming it was her husband).
I just lay there realizing that I’d lost all self control and that I hadn’t thought about my wife since the first kiss.
I wish I could say that was the last time we hooked up on that deployment, but she had me hooked. She did things that I either hadn’t done since before being married, or had never experienced before. I was hooked. This happened several more times despite me being “done”, as she’d always find a way to pop up.
This is something that I’m hesitant to share with anyone, as it’s a horrifying mix of pleasure and shame, a paradoxical reminder of a great experience and my greatest failure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d5x1mm/my_worst_decision_followed_by_the_best_sex_ive
Life is short. Enjoy yourself
Great post, and hopefully a cathartic one. Marriages go through rough patches, they come and go, but you being deployed added an extra layer of stress to the situation which seemed to have taken a toll over the months. Leaving your Wife with divorce already being floated was a recipe for trouble; not just in terms of fidelity, and not to sound morbid, but what if you never made it back from being deployed?
Not going to get into the topic of right/wrong here, I’m a firm believer that sometimes the decisions in life that you regret, end up making you appreciate the good decisions that much more… To err is human, and I hope discussing it is your way to fully process it and finally come to terms with the choices you made.
Honestly if your marriage is as bad as you say, I don’t have doubts that your wife was screwing around herself too and did things never done in your marriage too so at least you had your fun and fill.
I can relate … I met a girl that had instant chemistry, and after a week of talking/flirting we ended up making love multiple times, about 2 months before I got married. There were equally strong feelings of guilt and desire for the best sex of my life.
Writing about it on gws was very cathartic.
Ooh man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen much more than a CONUS 4 at any mwr in any country. You got the unicorn. Congrats.
> She did things that I either hadn’t done since before being married, or had never experienced before.
I’m listening