Navy Wives: Brenda

Brenda and I have had the most wonderful, strong, and loving marriage, more than nearly any other couple I have ever known. We have been married for five years now. She had just turned 19 when we had first met, and we married 8 months later. She was raised in a strict conservative family and was not able to get out much, and so was pretty much inexperienced about a great many things, including sex. She had only been with one other guy, which was a sort of first love type relationship.

So in the first year of marriage after I took her away from her parents, it was like a transition period for her, as she found she could shake off her conservative shackles in place of a much more easy-going, fun-loving lifestyle. She took full advantage of it by our second year together. She found she could use curse words, we drank alcohol together in smoky pool halls where I taught her how to play some eight ball. She learned that it was ok and acceptable not to pray before eating, hell, I even let her get a tattoo.

But it was in sex where she really grew and opened up. She learned that sex was so much more than a guy rutting on top of a girl for a few minutes for the purpose of making babies. Over time, we experimented with many toys and positions and had amassed a decent collection of videos for our enjoyment and stimulation. Brenda became quite good in bed and discovered that she liked sex a lot, in fact she became somewhat of a sexual nymph, always wanting it. At times I found it difficult to keep pace with her desires and demand. Coming into our marriage I was already well experienced, as I am almost 8 years her senior, not to mention, from what I have heard and seen, a little above-average in male endowment, which added to her pleasure and delight.

Now, a little description of Brenda. She is beautiful, just not in the glamorous, model-thin sort of way. She has more of the homegrown, girl-next-door attractiveness, which I find more appealing in a woman. It is a natural beauty. She is 5' 3, which is a good head shorter than I. She is petite, but with a sexy curvaceous body. She has nice child-bearing hips, but a slim waist, which also makes for a great, very noticeable ass, no matter what she is wearing. Her boobs are 36c, which are not small, or large, but ample. They are enough to cup or fully grasp in your hand. She is not skinny or over weight. To me she is the perfect weight. She is naturally a light brunette, which falls to below her shoulders, although she likes to dye herself different colors about once or twice a year. Her pussy is quite cute. It is really small and naturally tight and she prefers to keep herself completely smooth-shaved. She also has two tattoos. One is of a circle of flowers around her left ankle. The other is of two dolphins together in the shape of a heart about an inch above her pubic line. She was nervous about having that one done there, and wasn't sure if she should because she didn't think it proper for another guy besides her husband should be that close to her womanhood. But I encouraged her to do it, saying I thought it would be sexy. Despite my description of her, a picture is worth more than a thousand words, because my words fail to accurately depict how incredibly sexy and attractive she really is.

Now, on with the story. A lot of what we learned in our sexual adventures in bed came from our collection of videos, which offer a wide variety of acts and scenarios. Over time I couldn't help but notice how well she responded to videos showing MMF threesomes. She never said anything, but the sex we had after watching one was quite intense from her part.

When I asked her about it, she became embarrassed. She said it wasn't the fact that it was two guys on a girl that turned her on so much, but the sight of some of the men's cocks that would get her so hot and wet. She said she has only seen two in her life. She apologized and reassured me that my nearly 8" was the best. I told her not to worry and encouraged her to tell me what she liked about those cocks. She told me that some of them just looked impressive.

A few months later, Brenda and I were having casual dinner talk. She mentioned that she was on the computer earlier when an instant message popped up from her ex-boyfriend, Eric. She was quite surprised as she had not heard from him since before we were married. He had somehow found her on the internet and decided to say hi. She spent most of the afternoon chatting small talk with him and doing catch up on how their lives have been over the years.

I didn't know much about him besides he was the first and only boyfriend that my wife had before and that she lost her virginity to him. They were childhood friends who had grown up together and had known each other since they were 10 years old. I also knew that the reason for their breakup was because he and his family moved to another state and they were not able to keep in contact. This happened a few months before I met Brenda.

Over the next couple of weeks I noticed her chatting more often with him over the computer. She asked if I was ok with him and I was because I am not the jealous type. I believe men and women can be just friends, even ex's can be friendly. Besides that, he was on the west coast and we lived on the east coast.

The chatting continued and became more frequent. Brenda asked me to buy her a webcam, which I did. And this led on to cell phone texting and then to actual phone conversations with him. On a few occasions we would be cuddled up together on the couch and he would call. She would talk on the phone with him next to me for a minute of two before going upstairs in the bedroom where they would talk for as long as an hour or more.

I still was not jealous, although I felt I should probably have a talk with Brenda about it. She told me not to worry, that it was all just friendly talk.

A few more weeks pass. One night we were in bed engaging in foreplay while watching a video. All of a sudden she giggled. I asked her what was so funny, to which she pointed to the TV and remarked that they guy in the video had a cock just like Eric's. I looked and saw it was about the same length as mine but had a big, rounded tip. I turned back to see her staring entranced at the TV as the guy plowed into some girl's pussy. I reached my hand down to feel her very wet pussy and I slid a finger into her as she watched.

I began kissing her neck and brought my lips to her ear. I whispered to her, asking if she liked that guy's cock. She murmured her assent. Then I asked if she liked Eric's cock. She looked at me in surprise. Before she could say anything I said it was ok and reassured her. I told her it would be ok if she was just honest with me. I felt her relax and she agreed that she had enjoyed Eric's cock when they dated.

I am not sure why I brought it up, other than for the fact that I sensed her arousal by it, and I continued with it. Nothing more was said that night, but I rolled over on top of her and we had an amazing fuck session.

As time went on, I learned a little more about Eric. Every once in a while I would get her worked up by asking her details of times her and Eric had sex. Her communications with Eric continued until a point at which it reached its peak. Once she asked if she could buy a birthday gift for him and mail it out to him. I said ok as it was a harmless gift, but I noticed she included a lengthy handwritten letter and picture of some sort that she wouldn't allow me to see, which did irritate me a little. After that I began to get a little nosy into her privacy.

I read some of her text conversations and found that most were friendly, although some were a little too flirty.

And then all of a sudden it all began to stop. When I asked Brenda about it, she said that Eric had gotten himself a girlfriend and so the communications between them had naturally dwindled. Eventually his name stopped being brought up during our sex as well, as we moved on to other things.

About a year and a half passed. My time of military service was drawing to a close. We had made the decision to move back to the west coast. I still had a semester of college left before I would get my Bachelor's degree. We searched areas that had the best career prospects for me and one in which Brenda could stay working in her company and transfer. As dumb luck would have it, the town which best met these and other criteria happened to be the town in which Eric lived and it wasn't a very large town.

My work and school kept me pretty busy and so I gave Brenda the task of house-hunting. It wasn't long before she came to me with a short list of possible houses for us. She showed me the listing of each one, but it was the last one she showed me that she was really excited about. It was a beautiful house with four bedrooms that we could easily afford. I also thought it was our best pick and told her so. She squealed and jumped for joy when I said let's get it. She then informed me in an off-hand, nonchalant sort of way that it was only a couple of blocks away from where Eric lived. When she saw the look I gave she told me not to worry. She said it would be good because she would be in a great position to make new friends and also he would be close by in case she needed help with anything. So after a little consideration, we got the house.

As we began to prepare for her move out there I noticed that the text conversations between her and Eric increased again. Occasionally she would giggle or laugh out loud. Other times I would see her smile to herself or bite her lower lip while she was texting. When asked what was so funny she would just reply that it was Eric being funny and making her laugh.

I admit I was a little wary about all of these events. But throughout this time I was never in doubt of her love for me and our marriage together. I knew she was a tomboy when she was growing up. She never had many girlfriends and had always been more comfortable with guy friends. More than anything she hated the thought of being apart from me for so long, but it was something she was trying to resign herself to.

One night, about a week before we were due to move our things out there, we were in bed and I was rubbing her pussy in slow, circular motions. I whispered into her ear, "Babe, are you and Eric going to fuck?" I felt her tense up.

"No. What on Earth gave you that idea?"

"You have had sex with him before and you admitted to liking his cock. You have been talking a lot to him lately, and you both will obviously be hanging out quite a bit, and you seem real excited about it. I want you to be completely open and honest with me. No secrets."

"Well, I wouldn't. He is my ex for a reason, ya know?"

"Ya, because he had to move away. Have you thought about fucking him?" I lightly blew into her ear and increased the pressure on her pussy.

"Well, sort of. But I would never do it. Besides, he has a girlfriend."

"And if he didn't have a girlfriend, then you would fuck him?" I felt her relax and her pussy got really wet all of a sudden.

"Well, maybe. But I would never do anything to hurt you. You are my husband and I love you."

"I know sweetheart, it is ok. I just want you to be honest." We left it at that. She was very wet, and for reasons I could not readily explain, I was rock hard. I wasn't quite sure what happened or what I had done, but I think I just gave her permission to fuck Eric for the next few months. I had no way of knowing if she picked up on it, and if she had, would she act on it?

A week later we flew out there in time to meet our household belongings. I had three days to help get things in order before I had to fly back east. We got quite a bit accomplished on the first day, and on the morning of the second day, I was upstairs unpacking some boxes when Brenda called for me to come downstairs. She was there with a guy about her age and immediately I knew it was Eric.

Brenda introduced us, but it was obvious all three of us were nervous. I tried portraying a little machismo, but without being overtly cocky and crude. We all chatted for a moment, until he offered his help with the unpacking. We worked until lunchtime, when we took a break and Brenda made us all some food and drinks.

The more we talked the more I found him to be quite a likeable guy. I began to get along really well with him and towards the end of the day, I felt as if we had been friends for a long time. After we finished for the day, he invited us out to a local bar, where we ate, had some beers and played darts. I couldn't help but notice a certain gleam in Brenda's eyes while she watched him, and how she hung onto his every word and was quick to laugh at his slightest jokes. I thought to myself, a little wryly, "If any guy was going to fuck my wife, I guess I would want it to be Eric."

The next day, Eric showed up early to help us again, and it was much appreciated. By evening, the house was looking pretty well in order, and we all sat down to watch TV, and had good conversation. Eventually he got up and we shook hands. He wished me a safe flight and I thanked him for all his help. Without releasing his grip, I then asked him to keep an eye out for my wife and take care of her until my return. He told me that she was in good hands and not to worry.

"Ya, I bet," I thought to myself, "you should consider yourself damn lucky." We both looked down to Brenda, and she was looking up at both of us with an innocent smile. "She is so beautiful," I thought. We bade him goodnight and he left.

The next morning, after a tearful farewell by Brenda at the airport, I took the flight back to my base. We talked by phone at least once a day and she reported that Eric was there almost every day to help her out with things. On her first Friday there I tried calling her about 9pm her time, which was midnight for me. I got no answer so I left her a text to see if she was alright. Then I went to sleep.

I was awoken by her text at 6am (3am west coast). She said that her and Eric had gone out to the same bar as before and had drinks and played darts and pool. She said her and Eric had just gotten to the house and that she was going to bed and would call when she awoke. It was apparent that she had a good time and I thought I should probably take advantage of my semi-freedom by going out some nights as well.

She finally called me around 3pm (12pm). She told me about her night. Eric and her got home and were both tired so Brenda decided to let him spend the night on the couch. When I asked if he was still there, she said he was. I asked if anything had happened between them. She said over the past couple of nights he has been hanging out with her and when he would leave to go home they would trade friendly kisses. She wouldn't elaborate on what "friendly kisses" were. I asked what about last night. She replied that they had done some kissing, but it was friendly and nothing else happened.

A few days later she calls and said she has a good idea and wanted to know what I thought about it. She said Eric told her he was looking for a new apartment, something cheaper. She wanted to know what I thought about him moving in with us. She said we have plenty of room and it would save us money and help Eric get on his feet, not to mention she would feel more secure with someone else in the house instead of being all alone.

I asked what about his girlfriend.

"Oh, well they broke up like 2 months ago. Yeah, she was a real bitch to him. It was good that he got away from her."

"Oh, I see," I was getting the sneaky suspicion that I had been manipulated in order to get what she wanted, but I couldn't quite prove it. She was good. I was thinking it was a bad idea, but at the same time I was a little turned on by the thought of what could happen. "Are you sure you think it is a good idea?"

"I know what you are thinking, but you don't have to worry. Eric is a good friend and a perfect gentleman."

"Well, its ok by me, I suppose. But we need to draw up an official agreement to go by, good friends or not."

"Oh ok, we will. Thank you, baby! I love you so much! Oh, I can't wait to tell him. Is it ok if he moves some of his things here and stays here tonight?"

"Ok, but I don't want him sleeping in the same bed as you."

She laughs, "You're funny. Ok, I'll talk to you later baby."

So Eric moved in, and throughout the next week, I still talked to Brenda every night. Except now sometimes Eric would pick up the phone when I called. There were times when we talked and had good conversations. Soon there would be times when him and I would call each other to see what's going on. During one of these calls, he told me that Brenda was just getting out of the shower and he was going to hand her the phone. I heard him open the bathroom door, heard her squeal and call out his name in surprise before grabbing the phone from him and shutting the door again.

On a Friday, about a month of her being there, she said that her and Eric and some friends were going out that night and she probably wouldn't talk to me until the following morning.

The next day, when she called, it was pretty late in the afternoon. After the usual small talk, I asked how her night went. She said she had a really fun time. They started at Eric's friend's house and later went to the bar.

"But something kinda bad happened when Eric and I returned home and I'm really sorry baby."

I felt a lump in my throat and a stirring in my loins.

"It's ok, just tell me what happened."

"Promise you won't be mad?"

"As long as you're honest with me, I have no business getting mad. I promise."

"I love you. Well, we got home around 3am and I was exhausted and a little buzzed. Instead of going to sleep we decided to watch a little TV and Eric went and got us some beers. We sipped on the beers as we watched TV. Next thing I know we started kissing. To be perfectly honest with you, we have already made out a couple of times before, but it was just friendly kissing, ya know? This time, though, I laid back on the couch and I let him start to finger me. I swear, baby, it is just that it has been so long since I have been with you that I am not thinking straight. You can ask Eric. All I ever talk about is you."

"And what else happened?"

"Nothing. He just kept fingering me and we kissed for about 15 or 20 minutes. He told me he has wanted me forever and that he really wanted to fuck me, but I didn't let him. I just went to bed. I think I gave him blue balls. What should I do now?"

"Just have a talk with him and make it clear to him that you are just friends and that there are certain boundaries that shouldn't be crossed."

"Well, ok, but I don't know if that will work."

"Would you like for me to have a talk with him?"

"No, I can handle it. I will have a talk with him tonight about it and I'll let you know what happens."

We hung up soon after. I waited for her call but she didn't call before I went to bed. I tried to call her but no answer.

Next morning I called and still no answer. She finally called a little later.

"Did you have the talk with him?"

"Ya."

"Well how did it go?"

"Well, not good I guess."

"Why, what happened?"

"Well, I just decided to let him go ahead and fuck me, and he did. I'm sorry baby, but I thought it was the best way to handle it. He wasn't going to stop and I figured if I just let him get it out of his system then it would relieve a lot of his stress. I also had a lot of stress pent up and it felt really good to relieve it. Please tell me you are not mad at me, are you?"

I had a raging hard on. "Um....no."

"Thank you so much for understanding baby! I was so worried that you would be pissed and threaten to kick his ass or something."

"Did you use a condom?"

"Well, no, but it's ok because I'm on the pill, ya know?"