A Young Navy wife gets shared: Me, my husband, and his suite-mates, Part One. (fm:group, 2504 words)

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To be blunt, I must admit that I wasn’t always OK with the idea of a threesome, much less a moresome. In fact, at one point there was no way I would consider it. Why? I don’t know. It’s not that I didn’t WANT to try it. I didn’t have the confidence. I was scared I’d be judged for my desires. For my body’s reaction to extreme pleasure. That my husband would think I was a complete freak and quickly divorce me.

He was (and is) the love of my life. We met young, and married at 24 and 21. It was a magical time. I was driving back and forth from DFW to the base on weekends. The sex? Oh my gosh. All weekend marathon sessions. We were young, and inseparable, and could not get enough of each other. But the more sex we had, and the closer we became with his friends, especially Josh, the more my fantasy increased. Until… it all boiled over. But that was not something I truly planned.

See, long before smartphones and camera phones, and the like, we had Polaroids and audio tape. So…I sent an erotic somorgasborg. Pics, a tape, and a full show. Me topless, me touching myself, and the cherry on top, a masturbation audio tape: me making myself cum over and over again. I played with myself, with the toy he bought me, and came over and over. Literally 30 minutes' worth of orgasms.

I think I did it mostly to keep those Navy skanks at bay, and I know for a fact it was amazing. As time went on, we did more than have sex. I met his friends, mostly his suite mates. The four of us hung out for most weekends, months on end. See, they were stuck in Mississippi. The fiscal budget was bone dry, so they were biding their time, waiting for orders, just like my husband. By October, they were the only three from their class left. Because of this, their duties were drastically reduced. Muster, PT, check in with their PN1, and that was it. Liberty from Friday-Monday: literally a cake walk. Of course, through all this, we were fucking like rabbits when we could. His suite mates teased us mercilessly, but…I did not care. In fact, if I am honest…it was kinda hot. I secretly wondered if they pleasured themselves, listening to us fuck. Really, I wanted to believe they did. But I never brought it up to my husband. Mainly, just fantasized about it.

One three-day weekend, all that would change. Payday. We all got a cabin 10 miles from the middle of nowhere. We drank, ate, hubby and I fucked a lot, and repeated. I was getting more and more comfortable with the boys, and sometimes, they’d see me in my bra and panties. I just smiled and acted casual. Until… early one morning, I slipped out of bed, topless, and made my way to the kitchen for a drink. Unfortunately, I walked into the living room, and Josh and Mike were both there…and they definitely saw everything. Josh immediately whispered, fuck! I tried to keep a straight face, but I know I was beet red. I got back to bed and told my hubs everything. He laughed, smiled, and immediately asked if it turned me on. I very sheepishly whispered back, yes. He patted the bed and asked me if it made me wet. I stammered, and he reached around my waist. I parted my legs, and he touched me. He laughed and said, damn…. You are more than a little turned on. “Shut up and fuck me.” And we fucked and fucked. I was intentionally loud. I wanted to be heard. Really, I wanted... what I should not. But I came hard and fast, and I held nothing back. Hubby fucked me as I had never been fucked. He was saying the dirtiest things: penetrating me deeply, balls slapping against me…”Do you want me to open the door, and invite them in?” And at that time, I did, but I just submitted further, slamming my pussy into him, begging him for more. I was beyond turned on, and I would have done anything he asked me to do. But he didn’t; he just fucked me, over and over, as deep as he could drive. I was a shaking mess, and when he finally pulled out, and I had time to calm down, I was mortified at my actions. They heard everything for sure. I couldn’t change anything, so instead….I just went to sleep.

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Hook writes Tue 11 Aug 2026 17:24:

Hot as fire...you are one super horny MILF...GO NAVY!!

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