Other Wives Husbands
In the early 80s, when we were in our mid-20s, my husband was attending a 10-week course in the UK. The children and I stayed in West Germany. We exchanged letters at least once a week, but midway through his course, I received a letter from him that left me stunned. He expressed a desire to see me with another man or with him and another man. I didn’t respond for two weeks, and when I did, I questioned what he thought of me and whether he valued our marriage. In his reply, he was very apologetic, explaining it was just a fantasy and promised not to mention it again.
But it was now 7 weeks since he left, and I was missing that feeling of his cock inside me. I had fantasised about my husband’s best friend, Steve, in the past. And if I was going to fuck anyone other than my husband, it would be him.
Steve was the first friend of my husband that I met when I landed in Germany. He met us off the airport bus and took us to our married quarters. He has been a good friend to us both ever since. Steve later got married, but his wife didn’t try to fit in with us; we had too much history together from before she came on the scene. While my husband had been away, he had always brought any mail to me from camp, and often stayed for a couple of hours, just chatting. I knew that he would jump at the chance of fucking me if I gave it to him. He may be my husband’s best mate, but when it came to a fuck, especially with squaddies, friends came second. And yes, over the years, I had often thought what his cock would feel like inside me.
Don’t get me wrong, I had had plenty of opportunities since being in Germany with my husband. I could have been fucked loads of times by loads of different cocks. There were plenty of single males in the barracks always trying to get the married women into bed. The most I had allowed was a grope on the dance floor during nights out at the Battery Bar or discos that had been organised.
Anyway, husband came home and never spoke about his latter, and neither did I. Occasionally, Steve would come over for the evening for a drink. One night, he didn’t leave until 5am and his wife wasn’t very happy with us. She told us not to send him home in the early hours again. So, the night I had his cock inside me, he didn’t return until the afternoon the next day. And it wasn’t even planned
I asked my hubby if he could borrow a projector and some porn movies from one of the single blokes in camp. Now this wasn’t an unusual request; married couples often did this and invited other couples to watch them and for a drink. Alcohol was Duty Free to soldiers and their families, so there was always a good supply in our homes. I used to watch everyone at these film nights; the women holding their hands tightly between their legs with the knees, the men crossing their legs trying to hide their hard-ons. It never went on late, they wanted to go home and fuck each other stupid. Me and the husband used to fuck all night.
This night, Steve and his wife were invited, but she didn’t turn up. There were three other couples there, too, so as the only person alone, Steve became the projectionist. I can’t remember how many films there were, but the one that stuck in my mind and had my juices flowing was the woman being fucked by two men. Watching her having a cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time made me decide that I wanted what she had. I think I used it as a training film for what was to come. I hadn’t had two cocks together before and didn’t have a clue. One cock had always been enough in the past.
The couples started to drift away. Once the first couple left, I knew the rest wouldn’t be long. There were a couple of films left and we decided to watch them before we called it a night. I was sitting in the middle of the sofa, where I had been all night. Hubby next to me. Once the film was on, Steve came and sat the other side of me. The first was a gangbang. The woman was fucked by five cocks. At one point, she had a cock I her mouth, arse and pussy at the same time. The next was about two married couples. First, they started fucking their own wives, then changed half way through. Some of the time, the wives had both cocks together so they both managed to be fucked by both husbands, in their mouth, pussy and one of them even had a cock in her pussy and one in her arse at the same time. The sad think was, in those days, there wasn’t any sound to the films, so I couldn’t hear whether she enjoyed it or not.
I’m not sure if it was the alcohol that made me decide, along with watching these women getting fucked by loads of cocks, but I asked Steve to put the one on again with the woman and two men. He put it on and came and sat back down. Husband was doing what he had been doing all evening; arm around my shoulder, gently stroking the side of my tit through my clothes. My hand was resting on his knee and I started to move it gently up and down towards his cock, getting higher and higher each time, until I had my hand resting over it. I could feel how hard he was, and I could feel each throb it had. I moved his arm from my shoulders and put it on my knee, inviting him to find his way to my pussy. At first, he didn’t move. I remember that I had been wearing a button up dress that night, buttons from top to bottom up the front. I had to unfasten the bottom two buttons, exposing my inner thighs to my husband and Steve, trying to get him to move his hand gently up my thigh towards my waiting, wet pussy. I parted my legs for him, pushing Steve’s leg with mine. I knew Steve was watching my husband’s hand, hoping for a glimpse of my knickers or pussy. I was going to let my husband do that for him. This bit was a test to see if he would go through with letting another cock inside his wife, to fuck her pussy, her mouth and to cum inside her. He now knew that I was willing, but it was up to him to allow it to happen.
His hand didn’t take my dress any higher, so I decided to try something else. Slowly, I unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock free. My hand wrapped around it, I slowly moved its skin up and down his shaft, feeling his cock harden and throb more. His hand now moved higher, wanting to feel my pussy. I wanted his hand to feel it too. My insides were burning and my juices flowing. I could feel the wetness between my legs. Eventually, my dress was high enough for him to press his hand over my pussy. I felt him pull my knickers to one side, slipping his middle finger inside me. This was enough to send me into my first mini orgasm. Watching all those films, knowing another man was looking at my pussy, anticipating both cocks inside me; all these made sure I came quickly.
I had cum in front of another man. I hadn’t done that since I was 16, before I met my husband. I don’t think Steve knew what to do, so, while my husband had his fingers inside me, I used my free hand and took Steve’s cock from his jeans; he was certainly hard. I knew I needed to make them both cum quick so that they could fuck me longer. I moved my husband’s hand and knelt on the floor in front of them both, still holding and gently wanking their hard cocks. Pulling Steve’s foreskin fully back, I placed his cock inside my mouth, sucking him and flicking my tongue over his read and swollen head. I started slowly, speeding up when Steve started thrusting upwards into my mouth. When I knew he was near, I took him out of my mouth and wanked him faster. As he started to cum, I took him back into my mouth again, swallowing his cum and I felt spurt after spurt hitting the back of my throat. I couldn’t send him home to his wife with cum on his underwear and jeans. I repeated this with my husband, until the were both limp in my hands. I knew they would both be hard again soon; Steve was going to fuck another pussy and my husband had seen me swallow another man’s juices. And this was just the start of the night. His fantasy was coming true.
