0 comments/ 67499 views/ 2 favorites The Army Buddy Ch. 1 By: LadyBlueMoon The room was smoky, his drink, weak. He sat at the bar and contemplated his fate. An ugly divorce, only seeing his darling son on the weekends. He shook his head as he lifted the glass again to his lips. So lost in thought was he that he did not hear the man call his name. It was not until he felt the hand on his shoulder that he looked up, emerging from his reverie. It was an old acquaintance. Someone he had once known, briefly, at the base. Prew was the name his mind dredged up. He accepted the offer to join the man and his wife at their table. As he followed Prew through the bar to the little booth in the corner he almost stopped dead in his tracks. Seated at the table was Prew's wife, a gorgeous red head. She smiled up at him as Prew handled the introductions. Erica was her name. He was enchanted by her smile, by the sexy look in her eyes. His eyes hungrily took her in, the short, spiky red hair, the pug nose, and the sparkling brown eyes. Her top was low cut, showing just the beginning of the curves of what he imagined to be a wonderful set of breasts. From the waist down the table hid her, but what he could see was wonderful enough. As Prew rambled on his eyes never left the man's wife. She smiled demurely at his optic attentions. "If you two will excuse me," Prew said, "I need to use the restroom." As soon as her husband was gone, Erica scooted a bit closer on the booth's leather seat. "Tell me what you do," she asked softly, the candlelight glinting off her teeth. As he opened his mouth to reply, the man suddenly did an unexpected intake of air. Her hand was on his knee, moving slowly up his thigh. He felt himself harden. Her fingertips brushed the bulge along his leg, electric through the fabric of his pants. "Mmmm" she cooed, "What have I found here?" The man was dumbfounded, tongue tied, unable to reply. It didn't seem to matter. He felt her body slide up close to his, her fingers moving magically under the table, finding the zipper of his trousers, opening his fly, sneaking in, through his boxers, to his hot flesh. His penis was suddenly in her hand, her eyes still glued to his, her lips smiling. He shook as her thumb rubbed across the head of his shaft. "Oh, yes." She whispered as his precum wet her thumb. "Excuse me a moment," she smiled, and slid under the table. He looked nervously around, fearing the return of the husband. A short moan escaped his lips as he felt her warm wet mouth suddenly encircle the head of his cock. He leaned back against the seat, pushing his groin up and his shaft deeper into that warm, moist opening. He could feel her tongue bathing the top of him. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt the cool touch of her saliva oozing down the front of his hot shaft. Then, the air on his wet cock as her head re-emerged from under the table, her lips still glistening with the hint of his precum. His gaze took in her husband as he approached the table. "Sorry, but I ran into someone I knew," he apologized. Erica smiled. "That's okay, honey. I've been having the most enjoyable time." Prew laughed. "I imagine you have," he said. Does he suspect? The man wondered. He realized that he knew nothing about this couple. Some people had open relationships, or so he had heard, not that his ex would ever have considered such an arrangement. Perhaps that was what was happening here. Dare he chance it? His groin was urging him to try. The touch of her lips and tongue lingered in his memory. His still hard shaft throbbed, demanding attention. As if she could read his mind, Erica smiled at him then asked her husband, "Prew, it's getting awfully smoky in here. Do you think we could all go up to our room for a nightcap?" "There's a drugstore down the street which I'm sure sells liquor much cheaper than this place does," Prew responded, a twinkle in his eye, "Why don't the two of you pick up some ice on the way up to the room while I go get us a bottle. How's bourbon suit everyone?" He nearly choked on his drink as he listened to Prew's suggestion. He was barely able to mutter, "Bourbon's fine," before Erica had whisked him out of his seat and headed him towards the elevator. Once inside the otherwise empty car she reached out and embraced him, whispering, "I want you." Her tongue darted into his ear and he lost control. Suddenly, his hands were all over her, squeezing her buttocks, rubbing the small of her back, pulling her into him so that she could feel his hardness. He could neither wait for the elevator ride to end nor want it to ever stop. But, as it arrived at the 12th floor, it did just that, the doors slowly opening. "The ice," Erica reminded him, pulling away from his hands and heading down the corridor. He quickly followed. End of Chapter 1 The Army Buddy Ch. 2 "The ice machine is at the end of the hall," she called to him before opening the door to room 1210 and disappearing inside. As he filled the bucket from the machine his hands shook, and not from the cold. Was he reading this right, he wondered? Or was it just because it had been a while since he had been with a woman, was his hungry body clouding his common sense? There was only one way to find out, he decided. Quickly he took the bucket and made his way back to the door of the room. It was cracked a bit so he entered without knocking. The sight that met his eyes caused him to stop in his tracks just inside the door. Erica was sitting on the side of the bed, her top and skirt on the floor in front of her. His eyes drank in the sight of her silk encased legs, black high heels, purple ensemble of garter belt, panties and bra. Her tongue ran hungrily over her lips as she purred "C'mere." He hesitated, suddenly unsure. A small voice inside his head told him 'no, you can't do this.' But his body said otherwise, and he stepped to the bed. Her hands reached out, finding the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them. She laughed devilishly as she pulled his shirt wide open. "Erica," he was able to hiss. "Please. Prew will be coming." "Oh, you silly man," she laughed. "Surely you don't think you are so irresistible that I would risk my marriage for this! You, sweetie, are my birthday present! We were in the bar tonight looking for someone. Prew wanted to give me something special for my birthday and, well, I've always fantasized about two men, and you being there, someone he knew, it was perfect!" With that her hands moved to his belt, then his pants. She quickly pulled them down, revealing the tent his erection made of his boxer shorts. "Do you mind being used?" she laughed again as her hands gently guided his underwear over and off his throbbing shaft. In answer, his hands reached out to cup her soft, full breasts. Gently he squeezed them, kneaded them, and felt her nipples harden in his palms. God, it had been awhile since he had touched such exquisite globes. Her hands reached behind him, her fingernails dug into his buttocks, pulling him towards her. Her tongue, hot and wet, snaked out to touch, just touch, the tip of his aching penis. He nearly exploded from the sensation. His hands went to her head, pulling it onto him. In unison with his motion, her mouth opened wide, allowing his shaft to slide in across her soft tongue. Her lips tightened, holding him in while she gently began to suck. One of her hands cupped his sack, rolling his balls in its fingers. He was in heaven as her head began to move, to slowly bob up and down the length of his erection. His hips moved in time with her motion, slowly fucking her mouth in long, deep strokes. 'God' he thought, 'she can take it all!' Her nose pressed into his abdomen, her soft warm breath on his skin as her mouth worked his cock. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed, adding to the sensation. It was not just what she was doing with her mouth but the way she seemed to enjoy doing it, to be absolutely hungry for it, that excited him most. He felt his ejaculation begin to build. Erica did as well, pulling off his cock and squeezing the base of his shaft tightly with her fingers. "Not yet, cowboy," she giggled, "We have to wait for Prew." As if on cue, the door opened and her husband entered. Far from being angry about the sight that met his eyes, his wife firmly gripping another man's penis, Prew simply smiled and asked "Started without me?" "Just getting warmed up, right honey?" Erica replied. "Now, how about a drink, sweetie?" she asked. He felt odd, sitting on the side of the bed, another man's wife running her hands over his chest and back while he drank with her husband. But Prew didn't seem to mind. In fact, as he explained, the whole scenario excited him. Prew and Erica explained that they had recently made a commitment to each other to try and indulge their fantasies while they could. Erica had always wondered what it would be like to be with two men at once, and this was their chance to find out. In addition, Prew admitted to being a bit of a voyeur, that the idea of watching his wife with another man was a turn on for him as well. They asked if they could take pictures of the evening, for later stimulation. As Erica slipped her hand into his lap and began to bring his cock back to life, he was in no position to say no. He desired her, badly. When Prew suggested removing Erica's bra and panties, he eagerly jumped at the chance. Free of those encumbrances, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. He took in the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic patch, which proved she was not really a redhead. The pinkish lips of her pussy glistened with her own juices. Pleasuring him had excited her. Prew began to snap pictures while he climbed over Erica and took one nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently he enjoyed the sensation of feeling the rubbery nub harden between his lips. He moved to the other one and gave it the same attention. He then climbed over her, into the sixty-nine position. Her hand guided his again stiff erection to her mouth as he inhaled the sweet aroma of her sex. His tongue lightly traced along her labia as her mouth engulfed the head of his penis. In unison they began to lick and suck each other as Prew continued to snap away with the digital camera. In no time Erica was tensing, moaning with her first orgasm as his tongue lightly tickled her clitoris. Her sucking intensified as she came, and he felt his own orgasm begin. He tried to pull out of her mouth but she held him in. As she raised her hips to meet his mouth, the first spurt of his ejaculation filled her own. She sucked harder, her hand milking his balls as she did. He was oblivious to the camera as his semen filled her mouth and oozed out the sides. His tongue worked feverishly, plunging as far as it could into her vagina. At last, she let go with her lips, and lapped up the last of his cum from his shaft. He lay back, satisfied. Erica stuck her cum-covered tongue out for another picture. "Round one," Prew laughed. End of Chapter Two The Army Buddy Ch. 3 He lay there, wondering what would come next. As if in answer, he felt Erica's hand slip to his flaccid cock and gently begin rubbing the slit with her thumb. The ball of her thumb was so soft, so gentle. Tingles spread up and down his spine. In no time, he felt his penis begin to grow again. He was a bit amazed at his recuperative powers. Normally it took awhile for him to be able to achieve another erection, but this was anything but a normal situation. "Prew, honey," Erica cooed. "Why not set up the video cam and come over here and get into the act?" He watched as her husband set up the camera then quickly undressed. He noticed with pride that Prew was not nearly as well endowed as he was, probably six inches to his eight and a half. Funny how guys place such importance on that he mused. "There's my favorite playmate," Erica said as her husband turned to her. "Come over here and let me give him a kiss." With her hand still on his own cock, he watched Erica take her husband's erection completely into her mouth. He noticed how practiced they were together, how Prew moved in time to Erica's oral ministrations, and thought how often the couple must have done this in the past. Erica pulled her mouth off her husband's penis and said, "Prew, don't you think it's time my fantasy was fulfilled?" She turned shifted on the bed until she was on all fours, her butt pointing straight back towards him while her head was at the foot of the bed. Prew moved so that she could again take him into her mouth and said to him "I think she needs a fucking." That was all the invitation it took! He positioned himself between her legs, admiring the roundness of her ass cheeks, the gleam of her juices on her rectum and labia, then guided his hard cock between her still soaking pussy lips. He moaned with pleasure at her tightness, like a velvet glove it that gripped his shaft. A benefit of having a husband with a small cock, he thought. She began to move her hips in time with his stroking, all the while feasting greedily on her husband's tool. The sounds she made, slurping, moaning, and the way her hand rose to play with her breast, fingers pulling on her nipple, drove him wild. He pumped faster and faster, driving deep into her hot love canal. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles clamped onto his shaft, holding him in her, deep, milking him. She pulled her head off her husband for a minute and whispered, "Slow down. Make it last." She wiggled her hips then, the sensation along the nerves of his penis was electric. With tremendous effort he tried to follow her request, taking long, slow strokes, the tip of his cock touching her cervix on each inward thrust, then pulling back to glide across and almost out of her hot lips. He opened his eyes to see Prew lightly slapping Erica's cheeks with his cock. Erica moaned with pleasure before taking her husband back into her mouth and sucking him in deep. He couldn't hold out much longer. His strokes increased in speed, as did the bobbing of her head on the cock in her mouth. He reached a hand around her, his finger finding her clitoris. He rubbed it in time to his stroking and felt her respond. Her orgasm shook the bed. That was the final straw for him. Squeezing her ass tightly, he let out a roar, then popped out of her, spurting his hot seed all over her back and ass. At the same time, Prew pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her face and hair with his own jism. Erica grabbed Prew's spurting shaft and milked the last drops onto her cheeks. His own orgasm was subsiding. He rubbed his still stiff penis through the cum that had collected on her ass. Erica reached her hand back and helped guide him through it, then brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean. She then rolled onto her back, her full breasts falling to each side a bit and asked Prew to bring her another drink. "Let's rest up just a bit before round three, okay boys?" she asked. Her husband attended to the camera then made the drinks. 'Round three'??? Could he go another? He wasn't sure, but as Prew handed him a drink and he looked at how seductive Erica was, lying there, semen still on her face, he knew he would give it his best try! End of Chapter 3 The Army Buddy Ch. 4 They lay there for a while, the three of them on the bed, snuggling, cuddling, touching and caressing. The couple told him of their marriage, of all the good years, and how they wanted to experience things while they still could, but without the emotional pain affairs could bring. "An alternate lifestyle seemed like just the thing," Prew told him, "To share others together, to enjoy each other's pleasure. But first we had to get past the jealousy thing." "Yes," Erica added, "And it is not easy finding people. Most of the women in this lifestyle appear to have bi tendencies, and that doesn't appeal to me. I'm to fond of cock!" She giggled as she reached out and stroked his back to attention. He wondered if his ex-wife would have seen things the same way, had he only thought to suggest it. But it wasn't the sex alone that ended the marriage, he reminded himself. They had simply grown apart. Not this couple, though. Prew and Erica seemed closer than anyone he had met. It amazed him that Prew could so openly share his wife, but he was happy his old army buddy felt this way. Erica was definitely one erotic woman. As if to prove his point, she again lowered her lips to his shaft. However, instead of sucking, she lightly kissed up and down its length, to his balls. Her tongue bathed his scrotum in her warm saliva. It was apparent she was ready for more. "I want to get you good and wet," she said. Her mouth went back to its work, until his cock was shiny with her moisture. Then she motioned him to get behind her as she climbed above her husband. Her ass presented a delightful target and he sensed what she wanted. His finger began to probe and play with her puckered rectum as she guided her husband's erection into her vagina. Erica leaned forward, a cock glistening from her pussy, and told him. "Now, please?" That was all the invitation he needed. He guided his throbbing cock to her anus, and then pushed the head in slowly. She moaned in delight as his thick penis filled her ass. He could feel her husband's cock throbbing inside her. It was a most unusual but highly erotic moment. It took some experimentation, but Erica was able to establish a rhythm that allowed both penises to slide to their maximum depths. He wondered if the adjoining rooms were occupied. No one could be getting any sleep with the sounds Erica was making. Her animalistic howls of pleasure were an extra incentive to his own pleasure. She squeezed his cock with her sphincter muscles, milking it in a way he had rarely experienced. His balls could feel Prew's beneath them, a most unique sensation. Erica increased the tempo of her rocking until her husband could take no more and began to fill her vagina with his hot seed. His own cock felt as if it were growing even more. Prew slipped out and somehow away from Erica as she rose up, forcing her buttocks down onto his own shaft. His hands went to her breasts and kneaded them as his shaft swelled deep in her ass. Erica went back to all fours and ground herself against him, her soft buttocks pressing into his abdomen as he drove his shaft deep. Faster and faster she moved, crying out as one orgasm seemed to follow another for her. At last he could hold out no longer and let forth an explosion of semen. His penis pumped and pumped and pumped. His third orgasm of the night, and yet it seemed he was cumming more this time than the other two combined. Finally he pulled out with a loud suction sound and collapsed on the bed, thoroughly spent. Erica fell on top of him and rolled to her side, sandwiched between the two men. The heat of their bodies gradually cooled. They lay there for quite some time before she finally spoke. "Oh, my god," she said at last, "I think I need two cigarettes after this!" Prew brought in two wash clothes and the men gently began to clean her from head to toe. Their hands moved softly across her skin, getting the last traces of their semen from her pores. Erica closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention, basking in the afterglow of sex. Finally, the three of them snuggled close together, their bodies winding down from the exertions of the previous hours. Erica whispered softly before drifting off to sleep, "You're welcome to visit us any time, dear!"