My husband was stationed overseas for six months.

When my husband was stationed overseas, he said it was OK for me to cheat because he knew that he would.

I was nineteen. Stan was twenty-two. We had been married for four months. Sex was a very big part of our relationship, both before and after the wedding. Stan is in the army and I am a waitress. We had an apartment just a short distance from the base where he was stationed. Stan told me that he was being sent to Europe on assignment for six months. He assured me that it was not going to be in any war zone, that he would be safe. He also told me that he would have stay in a barracks so he could not take me with him. Then he told me something that surprised me, “Look Honey, as much as I love you, I know that there is no way that I can stay faithful for six months, so if you get horny too, I will not be upset if you wind up having sex with some other guy or guys while I am gone. All I ask is that you make sure that you don’t get pregnant by another guy. Be good about taking your pills; maybe even make them wear a condom.” Then he kissed me. I was in such shock that I didn’t really kiss him back.

Neither of us were virgins before we married. I’d had sex with several boys, and Stan had said that he had screwed several girls and one adult woman as he grew up. I had not been with anyone else from the time we got engaged. I don’t think I can say the same about him. It was not a big deal to me if he poked his equipment in some strange pussy now and then. I was confident in our love. My only worry was that he might catch and bring home some kind of VD, or even something as simple as crabs.

For the next two weeks, we were super active, sexually. We made love multiple times every day and in every room in the apartment. One time, he had me leaned over the arm of the couch while he screwed me from the back. He came but stayed hard and kept fucking me till he came a second time, Cum ran out and down over my pussy lips. I had to clean the wet cum spot from the couch’s arm. Then the day came for him to leave. We shared a morning fuck and blowjob. I love giving blowjobs. Then he was gone. The first couple of days after he left, I just thought about how much I missed him. The next few days, my fingers took his place between my legs. I started thinking about how horny I was and what he had said about it being OK for me to let some other guy bed me.

I decided to go out and see what might happen. I dressed in a sexy but not slutty outfit and went to a bar not far from the base. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Back then, eighteen was the legal age to drink. As I expected, I had only taken a couple sips of my drink when I young guy sat next to me and hit on me. He didn’t turn out to interest me. Our conversation dwindled and soon he gave up and walked away. He had bought me my second drink. The next guy quickly took his place. He was older. I could tell that even though he was in civilian clothes, he was military. His haircut and how he presented himself made it pretty clear. It turned out that he was one of Stan’s upper officers from the base. He knew me, even my name. I didn’t recognize him.

“Hi Lisa. How’s it going with your husband gone? It looks like your drink is about empty. Bartender, bring us each another round. It can be rough to be apart for so long, especially for couples who are almost newlyweds. I know how lonely it can get.” We chatted. He told me about the place Stan was at. He said that it was easy duty and that soldiers had a lot of fun when they were stationed there. I thought about my husband dating and fucking the local girls.

His hand reached over and rested on my thigh. When I did not object, he started rubbing it up and down over it till his hand slipped under my skirt. “I know this spot on base where you can sit on a bluff and watch the waves breaking on shore. This time of year there is a species of plankton that makes the breaking waves bioluminescent. Would you like to go see it?” I knew that his only interest was not glow in the dark waves. I paused for a couple of seconds and then nodded my head yes. He smiled and took my hand.

We parked on the bluff. It was indeed a beautiful sight. The waves turned green when they broke, the lighthouse was down along the bluff and the city lights were beyond it. Major Thompson put his arm around my shoulders. The car had bucket seats, so it was not easy but I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. His hand slid down and cupped my breast. I almost chickened out but my mind produced a picture of Stan in bed with a local girl where he was. I decided not to stop. After all, Stan had specifically told me that I could do this. Then I heard the major say, “These seats and the gear shift make it awkward. Why don’t we get in the back seat?” He got out, walked around the car, opened the door and took my hand. I got out. He opened the back door and we got in. I asked him what his first name was. “Why don’t you call me Sir, just like your husband does?” I giggled, saluted and said, “Yes Sir.”

He reached down and unzipped his slacks. Then he took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I reached in his slacks and down the top of his undershorts. I found his already hard dick. It felt warm, and hard like a baseball bat. It took a little effort, but I got it out. Then he lifted his butt and pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His manhood was actually a little shorter than Stan’s seven inches but it was thicker. He reached out and took hold of the bottom of my blouse. I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head. My bra quickly followed, exposing my 32-C breasts.

While he used his hands to massage my tits and gently pinch my nipples, I held his prick in my hand and started slowly stroking it. I couldn’t quite reach all the way around it. The soft lose skin slid up and down over the hard inner shaft. Then I leaned down and licked the underside of his cockhead, making it jump. It was wet with pre-cum. I started bobbing up and down on about four inches of his dick when he asked, “Can you take it all?” I pulled off long enough to tell him that I could only do that when I was having a strong orgasm. His hand slid my bikini panties aside and found my mound. My mouth went back over his cock.

His fingers slid back and forth over my clit. Then a couple fingers would slip into my fuck hole. Back and forth he went. We were both moaning. I felt an orgasm building and heard him say, “Somebody is getting nice and wet.” Then it hit. I moaned even louder and my body shook. I had to work hard to keep from biting down on him. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him. His cock slid into my throat. He held his other hand gently on my neck so he could feel his bulge moving up and down. He didn’t last much longer after that. Stopping with just his cockhead between my lips, stream after stream of his seed blasted into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but I couldn’t keep up. Some flowed out of the corners of my mouth. I kept sucking him till he went soft and was completely cleaned. We got dressed and he drove me back to my apartment.

Two days later, I got a phone call from him. I hadn’t given him my number, so must have gone into my husband’s file and found it. “Hi Lisa, I hope that you had as much fun as I did the other night. I have some leave time that I can use. How would you like to take a little trip with me? I hear that Lake Tahoe is really nice this time of year.” I didn’t answer for several seconds. Then in an obviously happy tone of voice, I replied, “Yes, Sir.”
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