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I am a 5’2” 108 lbs petite brunette with long hair, brown eyes,
and sensual curves (34-22-36). Growing up, I lived a jet-set life
experiencing everything from skiing in the Swiss Alps, flying to New York for lunch, fine dinning in Paris and traveling the orient. I
spent my formative years at one of Virginia’s
most prestigious & elite all-girls boarding school, where I rode
hunter-jumpers horse on the competitive circuit.
Upon graduation, I was accepted by and attended one of the nation’s top university’s. As common
with young upper class women, I was selected to be a Debutante in my home town.
I graduated five years later, with both a bachelors and master’s degree and
moved back to my home town; which was also the home of the US Navy and Marine
Corps Fighter Jet Training School. Within a few months, I met Justin, who would
eventually become my husband. He was a young studly Marine Corps officer
attending fighter jet pilot training.
After a whirlwind romance, he and I got married and moved to Texas for his next phase in fighter jet training. During my first week in Texas, Sidney,
the wife of one of Justin’s flight school buddies, asked me to go to the local
arts council reception. Justin was busy flying and she said there would
be lots of people and free wine there. Upon arriving, we grabbed a glass of
wine and began mingling when a man walked up and started talking to Sidney, she promptly turned to me and said, “Sidney this is Tank”.
During the course of our chat, I informed Tank that I had just moved to Texas with my husband
who is marine fighter attending Fighter Jet Pilot Training. He then
informed me that he was also a jet pilot and that his real name was Brent -
Tank was his call sign. We chatted casually throughout the night. However,
being recently married, I had no sexual interest in him. Little did I know
that in a little over four year’s Brent would become much much more to
me.
Almost as soon as we were married, Justin started acting strange. He never showed any sexual interest in me. One night, while
drunk, Justin explained that he was not sexually attracted to me because I was
too classy. Apparently, he was only attracted to low class
women. Being the loving good wife, I convinced myself that he must have
some sort of sexual disorder and I decided that I would try to help him. Over
the next few years, we moved from base to base as Justin completed his Fighter
Jet Training. In each town, we would run into the same crowd of pilots, including Brent at squadron parties and the O-Club.
Brent and I had a lot in common, both of us were from upper class families, we were well traveled,
cultured and we both enjoyed working in our yards. Even though Justin
and his group of pilot buddies made fun of Brent, he and I became
friends. In actuality, my husband and his buddies were all jealous of Brent
because he was the top rated fighter pilot. As time progressed, I slowly
began to suspect that my husband was cheating on me. Finally, after four
years, I found concrete proof that my husband was screwing around in the form
of a letter from an airline stewardess that my husband apparently screwed when
he was attending a 3 month long Aircraft Carrier Landing training
session.
I promptly hired a private detective to investigate my husband. Within a week, the detective caught my husband with a woman at a
hotel. I hired a divorce attorney and confronted my husband and
demanded that he move out. Approximately four days after my husband reluctantly
moved out, I went out with Brent and a few of his friends to have some drinks
at a local bar. When the night began, I still only considered Brent a
friend. After a few drinks, Brent asked me to throw darts with
him. Being a typical woman, I was not very good at darts, so Brent got
behind me to show me how to throw them. He clinched my small waist with
one hand and griped my throwing hand with his free hand and instructed me
on the proper technique. Then it happened! While still behind me, he
lifted my long hair away from my ear and whispered “you’re so pretty” and
then kissed the side of my neck. It hit me like a train that I never saw coming.
A feeling came over me that I had not felt in over four years. I
was pleasantly surprised and went with the feeling. Throughout the
night, we passionately kissed and groped each other. While stopped at a
traffic light on my way home, suddenly I knew how I was going to get my revenge
against Justin; I was going to sleep with his enemy. When we pulled up to
my drive house, Brent invited me to go to Savannah with him for the weekend. I instantly said “yes” and he said, “I will
pick you up tomorrow morning” to which I replied “okay”. We kissed and then I
headed into my house and he headed home. I awoke the next morning in a
cheerful bliss and quickly packed my bag for my “Adventure”. Brent
arrived and we were on our way to Savannah.
Little did he know
that I had already decided I was going to fuck him. We arrived in Savannah and checked
into a quaint little hotel in the historic district. Once we got to our
room, I showered and then began getting dressed for dinner. I packed my hottest
outfit for this evening; a sex black tight dress, 4 inch high Manola Blanic
Heels, and a brand new skimpy shiny hunter green thong. After spending an
hour getting dressed in the bathroom, I opened the door and pranced
out. Brent glanced over at me, and I could tell by the look on his face
that he was stunned. He got up and walked over to me and said “you’re
so beautiful”.
Over dinner, we drank wine, chatted and flittered. At one point, I caught him staring at me, knowing that he was thinking
the same thing I was thinking, I said to him, “isn’t it weird but wonderful?”,
to which he replied “Yes”. After dinner we went out to several dance clubs.
With each drink, we began to kiss and grope more. On several occasions
while dancing, I felt him as he rubbed up against me. At night’s end, we
made our way back to our hotel both excited about what awaited us. We made
out on the elevator until the bell rang and the door opened indicating that
it had arrived to our floor. We kissed and made out all the way to our
hotel room. I was wet with desire when we finally got the door to our room
open.
We kissed as we made our way into our room until we found
ourselves standing next to our bed. As we kissed, I felt his hands rubbing
my body and finally making their way towards my butt. With one hand, he
hiked up my dress over my ass and then he took his other hand and groped my
bare ass. Almost on queue, I lifted my arms and he pulled my dress off
and unhooked my bra. Except for my thong and heels, I was naked. I
unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands up his chest to his broad
shoulders. I reached down and unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants
and boxers down. My hand went to his crotch and I fondled his thick hard cock and balls. We embraced and kissed, I felt him against me. Before
I knew it, I was laying in bed with him on top of me. We kissed and he
rubbed me all over. When I felt him rubbing my thighs and butt, I lifted
my hips up as an invitation to take off my thong. He accepted and I felt
my thong sliding down my legs and then off each foot.
Instinctually, I spread my legs as I felt his weight come towards me. When he got within
reach, I reached down and guided him in. A feeling of ecstasy came over
me as I felt his warmth enter me, at which time I sighed “Awwwah”. I felt his
power as he rocked. We continued in rhythmic ecstasy until I felt him
tense up and then heard him let out a final “Awaaaaaah” and felt him
explode inside me.
I pushed Brent over onto his back and took position between his legs and gripped his magnificent thick cock. My hand stroked the shaft while I licked the swollen head which was covered with a combination cum and my pussy secretions. It had been a long time since I had given head, I realized how much I missed the taste feel and smell of sucking a hard cock. The last few times I gave my husband a blow job, I just worked his cock with a steady hard and fast rhythm wanting
to get it over quickly. But this was so different. I loved feeling Brent's cock throb and react to the flicks of my tongue and wet lips gliding over his sensitive rigid member. I took him into my throat several times and teased him to the brink of his second orgasm. After several heavenly minutes I sucked steady and fast and let him pump an amazing load of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop and licked and sucked every inch of his cock clean. For the rest of
the night, we made love like I never
had before and fell asleep in exhausted in each other arms. The next day, I was surprised at my total lack of guilt but I felt
like I total deserve this. What started out in my mind as being a one time
revenge affair, bloomed into a year and a half of exquisite danger like nothing I would ever know.
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