MY STORY:

My wife and I have been married for about five years, and while we are very monogamous, a recent event changed my mind about monogamous relationships.

As an Army Officer I am expected to attend certain social events, and while my wife is not a social butterfly she goes along with me, because she knows the political importance of being the “prim and proper, socially connected” Officer’s wife.

My Battalion Commander was throwing a Party at the “O” club (short for the Officer’s Club) at my duty station. The Battalion Adjutant let us know, in no uncertain terms, that our presence and participation was expected. Everyone was expected to bring a date, preferably their wife or girl friend according to the invitation notice, which kind of made me wonder what the term “preferably” really meant.

Debbie picked out a nice outfit to wear. Her short black leather skirt was sure to draw some attention, but I didn’t really care, because at the end of the day I knew who she would be sleeping with that night - or so I thought.

As we walked the parking lot towards the Club, Debbie became a bit shy and worried if her skirt was a bit on the too-short side. I took a step back and peered at Deb’s ass. Debbie had long legs and a great figure, and it was her figure that had first attracted my attention.

“No problem from back here,” I told her as we walked towards the Club.

Once we were in the Club, we made the obligatory rounds and greeted the others. I ordered us two beers. Debbie and I found an out of the way couch and took a seat. Her skirt exposed a great deal of her thighs, and although she tried to readjust and find a more modest way to sit, it was clearly obvious she was going to show a little more than she felt comfortable with.

“Don’t worry,” I told her, placing my hand on her thigh, “you look great!”

The Company Executive officer from another unit wandered up, with his very hot-looking flight attendant wife. She had on an equally short skirt, albeit not quite as revealing as the one Debbie had on. I had met Matt and his wife at another social event a few years back, when they were dating and I was single. I told Matt then that if he didn’t merry Sandy, he’d be a fool. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Debbie stood and greeted Matt and Sandy as they approached. Sandy and Debbie hit it off very well from the very beginning.

“I love your skirt,” Sandy remarked to Deb.

“It’s a bit difficult to manage,” Deb responded.

“Hey, the guys like it and that’s all that counts,” Sandy responded.

Matt and I headed up to the bar to get a round of beer.

“Deb looks great,” Matt remarked. “I think you bested me.”

“Nah,” I responded nonchalantly, “you’ve got the flight attendant.”

“Don’t remind me,” Matt replied. His answer surprised me. “She’s not all that fabulous.”

We ordered beers for each of us and mixed drinks for our wives - at their request. As we waited for the drinks, I asked Matt what the deal was between him and Sandy.

“She is always gone. She's home maybe one night a week,” Matt remarked. I could tell Matt wasn’t a happy camper.

“Well,” I responded, “I’d take one night with her any week.”

To my surprise, Matt responded, “She’s all yours, but this would have to a quid pro quo. Do you think Deb would go along with it?”

I was only joking, but Matt’s response made me think seriously about his offer. I grabbed my beer and Deb’s Tequilia Sunrise, while Matt did the same for Sandy.

We repeated the drinks a couple of more times. While Matt and I talked about an upcoming training exercise, Deb and Sandy talked about their respective jobs. Eventually, Mother Nature took her course and Deb and Sandy headed for the ladies’ room. Both Matt and I watched as they walked across the dimly lit club.

The Club had a small band and a dance floor. After about an hour of drinking, and with our inhibitions pretty much dropped, we hit the dance floor. Matt was not much of a dancer and neither was I, but both Sandy and Deb insisted that we put off our “shop talk” to another day.

A lot of the more senior-ranking officers had left the party, including our Battalion Commander. At one point, I stepped over to the bar, and Matt joined me as we left our wives dancing with each other on the small wooden dance floor.

The music slowed, and Debbie stepped over to where Matt and I stood. “Do you mind?” Deb asked, looking at me as she took Matt’s hand.

“Not at all,” I remarked. Deb put her arms around Matt’s neck and he rested his hands, very gentleman like. on the small of Deb’s back, as they slow danced across the wooden dance floor. I noticed Sandy sitting alone, on the couch in the corner.

I stepped over to where Sandy was seated and sat down beside her.

“I think Matt likes Debbie,” Sandy remarked.

I had to agree.

“She was worried about her skirt being too short,” I remarked.

“It looks good on her,” Sandy replied.

The slow dance ended, and as Deb and Matt approached I noticed a tear in Deb’s panty hose. When she sat down next to me, it worsened. Deb was mortified.

“Oh my God!” she whispered, as she leaned over next to me. “What do I do?”

“Take them off,” I replied. “you’ve got great looking legs, no one will care.”

“But I’m not wearing any panties,” Deb whispered.

“Don’t bend over,” I replied.

“But my skirt is too short,” Deb shot back.

“It’s okay,” I replied. “We’ll head home in a bit, so it doesn’t matter.”

Deb leaned over and said something to Sandy. The next thing I knew, Deb and Sandy were heading to the ladies’ room, for a third time.

Matt scooted over next to me on the couch.

“You’re a lucky sumabitch,” Matt remarked.

“Do you think Sandy likes me?” I asked.

“Hell, I don’t know,” Matt responded. “there's no telling. . .”

I was on my own. I knew Deb liked Matt, but I had no idea to what extent. I think she was playing it cool, just to keep from hurting my feelings.

A few minutes later, the girls wandered back over our way. Deb was sans panty hose. She sat down beside me and crossed her legs. I knew she was now commando and it made me extremely horny. Another slow song began. Deb leaned over and whispered,

“You should ask Sandy to dance.”

“Are you sure?” I inquired.

‘Yes,” Debbie responded. “She is a bit shy and has been waiting all night for you to ask her.”

Bypassing Matt, I reached over and took Sandy’s hand in mine without saying a word. I pulled her to her feet and out onto the dance floor. She placed her arms around my waist and I reciprocated, resting my hands interlocked and in the small of her back. I couldn’t hide the obvious. Sandy gazed into my eyes, as I pressed up against her. I knew she could feel my erection pressing against her. She lowered her hands and lightly squeezed by buttocks.

“Hey now,” I whispered.

“Just checking out the package,” Sandy replied.

I glanced over her shoulder towards where Debbie and Matt sat on the couch in the darker part of the club. Deb and Matt joined Sandy and I on the dance floor. I proffered a wink at Deb as Matt wrapped his hands around her waist. As we slow danced, I gave a slight head nod in Matt’s direction. I watched as he slipped a hand under Debbie’s skirt and squeezed her bare ass. Deb didn’t seem to care, as she leaned her head on Matt’s shoulder.

I pulled Sandy in even closer. I leaned down and let out a slow breath on to her neck.

“Mmmmmm,” Sandy whispered. “That turns me on.”

“That was my goal,” I responded.

“You know,” Sandy whispered, pressing her small body against me, “I’ve always thought you were hot.”

I slipped my hand to her buttocks and pulled her in until my cock was pressing hard against her lower abdomen.

“Let’s speed things up a bit,” the DJ called out.

In an instant, we went from sex on the dance floor, to downright unadulterated nasty. Matt grabbed Deb’s hand and spun her around. Her short mini flared, giving anyone and everyone a great view of Deb’s ass and shaved pussy. Not to be outdone, Sandy inched her mini-skirt up and pressed her bare ass against me. I thought for sure I would explode right then and there on the dance floor.

All four of us retired back to our little corner in the darker part of the O Club. Matt plopped down on the couch first and Debbie followed. I sat next to her and Sandy took a seat in a chair she managed to pull up in front of us.

Debbie’s skirt didn’t even begin to cover what needed to be covered. None of us said a word.

I finished off my beer. “Does anyone want anything to drink?” I asked.

Everyone nodded.

I sauntered towards the bar. Deb followed.

As we stood at the bar, Debbie confided in me that she was extremely turned on.

“…and I can tell,” she added, “that you seem to like Sandy quite a bit.”

I tried to dismiss the obvious, but Debbie knew me all too well. I had to admit, I liked Sandy.

“…and you have to admit, Matt turns you on as well,” I remarked to Debbie.

“Yes, he does,” Debbie responded.

We were at a crossroads. “Look,” I remarked, “If you want to fuck Matt’s brains out, that’s okay with me, so long as you don’t mind me doing the same with Sandy.”

Debbie leaned against the bar. Her long blonde hair was tussled. She was border-line drunk, as was I.

“One night,” Debbie responded. “One night and that’s it.”

I leaned over and squeezed her hand and placed a light kiss on her cheek. “One night,” I replied.

We sauntered back over to where Matt and Sandy were seated on the couch, next to each other.

Debbie sat on Matt’s lap and I reached down and offered my hand to Sandy. She took it, stood up, and I plopped down next to Matt, spinning Sandy around in the process and pulling her into my lap. I placed both my hands on the inside of Sandy’s thighs and squeezed them. Sandy leaned back and rested her head next to mine. Debbie wiggled her ass to the beat of the music, grinding against Matt’s lap.

It was close to midnight. We were practically the only folks left in the bar area.

Matt slipped his hands between Debbie’s legs and squeezed her thighs. I could tell she was getting extremely turned on.

I leaned over to Matt and whispered, “She’s all yours, if you want her.”

Matt smiled and nodded his head.

Sandy turned her head and asked me, “What did you just say?”

“I told Matt I was going to fuck your brains out,” I replied. Sandy laughed.

“He’d never allow that,” she replied. Sandy leaned forward and looked at her husband. Matt smiled and gave her a “thumbs up” sign. It took a few seconds before Matt’s gesture registered with Sandy. When it did, she stood up, took my hand and pulled me towards a nearby alcove.

Sandy wasted no time in grabbing for my cock and rubbing it. I pulled her dress up and squeezed her bare ass. We kissed with a passion that would have set a forest ablaze.

The last I saw of Deb that night, was as she was grinding away on Matt’s lap. Sandy and I piled into my car and off to a no-name hotel. I knew Debbie well enough to know she wouldn’t go home with Matt, but would openly welcome him into our bedroom.

Sandy was every bit the goddess I thought she would be in bed. She truly made me feel appreciated and like a king. I dropped her off the next day, late in the morning, at home.

“Thank you,” she remarked, kissing me lightly on my cheek. “you’re such a good friend.”

Matt and Sandy were transferred a few months later, and over time we all lost contact with each other. The memories, however, will and have lasted a lifetime.

 DEBBIE’S STORY:

I was married before Frank came into my life. Frank rescued me from the doldrums of being single. I had dated several guys, but there was something about Frank that was different. He was an Army Officer and although I never fancied myself being married to an Army Officer, it sure beat the alternatives I had been dating.

Frank treated me like a queen. I didn’t see myself as anything special, but Frank made me feel that way. I never once considered cheating on Frank, even though I will admit that from time to time my eyes did wander.

The one thing I hated about being married to an Army Officer was the constant pressure to socialize. I hated social activities, even though I loved to dress up and go out.

I liked to flirt and saw no harm in doing so. My heart was with Frank, but I always enjoyed seeing just how far I could take the flirting game. Frank was quite understanding, and in fact said he enjoyed seeing the frustration in the eyes of his contemporaries when they realized they couldn’t get what he had. Frank doted over me, and made me feel special in every way possible. There was no way I would ever cheat on him, and I knew he would never cheat on me either - until we met Matt and Sandra.

Matt was an Army officer like Frank. The first time I met Matt, I didn’t find him attractive in any way. But he and Frank were seemingly good friends and I they often golfed together. I had only met Matt’s wife once or twice at Officer’s Wives' functions. She was a strikingly beautiful woman and a flight attendant.

The first time I think I noticed Matt was when he came to pick up Frank for a Saturday morning golf game. I had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling off when the door bell rang. Frank was in the shower.

“Can you please tell Matt I’ll be out in about ten minutes?” Frank remarked from the shower.

“Sure,” I replied.

I tossed on my robe, a short, red satin covering, and tied it at the waist. I opened the front door, droplets of water still in my tousled hair. I had on no make-up and practically no clothes. I was barefoot.

I could tell by Matt’s expression that he wasn’t expecting to see me. “Frank will be out in a few,” I remarked. Being the hospitable person I am, I asked Matt if he wanted to come in and wait.

“Sure,” he replied, stepping inside the doorway.

“Do you want some coffee?” I asked.

“No,” Matt responded, “I’ll just kind of hang loose here in the living room, if that's okay.”

It was perfectly fine with me. Suddenly, I saw several empty pizza boxes on the coffee table and I quickly moved to police them up, even as Matt took a seat on the couch. My satin robe was a bit on the short side and I unwittingly flashed Matt more than I probably should have. I really didn’t mean to, but I did. Matt quickly looked away, but I knew the damage had been done. Although Matt never said anything, I found myself strangely excited to know I had probably displayed the goods to him.

I retreated to the bedroom and quickly put on more decent attire, as Frank stepped from the shower. I gave him a peck on the cheek as he left with Matt for golf. Later that evening, Frank said that Matt was in an unusually good mood and played some of his best golf ever.

“I don’t know what you said to him this morning,” Frank joked, “but it sure inspired him.”

“I’m glad I could help,” I replied.

Several Saturdays went by and the same ritual seemed to become a pattern. I found myself getting excited at the prospect of teasing Matt. At one point, I allowed my robe to accidentally become untied, just enough to add to the fun.

Matt was not at a loss for words when the time was right. On one Saturday, as I accompanied Frank to the front door and I gave him a peck on his check, Matt took note. “I wish I had one of those,” Matt joked. Always the tease, I grabbed Matt by his polo shirt and planted a peck on his cheek. He blushed.

“I was only kidding,” Matt responded. Frank laughed.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Frank replied.

When Frank told me that we had an Officer’s social a few weeks later, a little feeling of apprehensiveness settled in. I knew Matt would be there. Flirting with him had aroused feelings inside of me I didn’t know existed. Frank was still my man, but I fantasized about Matt. I imagined him putting his hands on me and wildly ravishing me. Grrrr. I had to keep my emotional side in check.

I picked out a short black leather mini skirt for the Officer’s social affair. It was a size two. I normally wear about a size five or six, but I was feeling mischievous. On the night of the party, I slipped on the mini-skirt over some dark colored panty hose. Almost immediately, I knew it was a bit on the short side. I slipped into my stiletto black pumps and looked in the floor-length mirror located in our master bathroom. I had to admit, I felt very sexy. I turned and did my best to make sure everything in the back was well covered.

Frank's eyes lit up when he saw me. “Wowza!” he exclaimed.

“Is it too short?” I asked.

“No,” Frank replied.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to be too revealing.”

Frank assured me my dress looked good and would be well received. When I sat down in the car, I had my reservations. My skirt barely covered what needed to be covered.

“Don’t worry,” Frank replied. “The club is dark, and so what if someone sees something, I don’t care, they don’t sleep with you.”

As we walked the parking lot to the club, I again asked Frank if the skirt was appropriate. He assured me it was perfectly fine.

Frank was correct, in that the “O Club” was dimly lit. We made our rounds and greeted each of Frank’s coworkers and his Battalion Commander. Matt and Sandy arrived, and when I saw Sandy’s short cocktail dress, I was a relieved. The four of us settled into a dark alcove which had a small table, several chairs, and three person love-seat type of couch.

It was a tight for the four of us, but somehow we all managed to settle on to the couch.

Matt and Frank spent the first half hour chatting about some type of upcoming training exercise while Sandy and I talked about our jobs. After about three, maybe four rounds of tequila sunrises, I felt a huge need to relieve some of the tension that had built up in my bladder. Sandy accompanied me to the ladies room.

“You look so good,” Sandy remarked as we stepped into the ladies room. She took to one stall and I another.

I brushed my hair and re-applied my semi-gloss lip shade as Sandy re-adjusted her dress. “I love your dress,” I remarked.

“Matt thought it was a bit on the dressy-side,” Sandy replied. I had to confide that I was envious.

“You look sexy as hell,” I told Sandy.

“Thanks,” Sandy replied. “I just hope it's appropriate.”

I looked down at my mini-skirt. “I know the feeling,” I replied.

Sandy was so very cool. “I wish I could pull it off like you do,” Sandy remarked. “Matt would have a cow if I wore something like that.”

I replaced my lip-gloss into my clutch and used a napkin to lighten the application.

“Well, I just hope it makes the guys happy,” I replied.

“Oh honey,” Sandy replied, “every guy out there has looked at you more than once!”

“I hope the looks were approving,” I replied. Sandy assured me they were.

We sauntered back out to our semi-private alcove. The band had taken a break and a DJ was spinning tunes. A slow tune came on and I noticed Matt standing beside Frank by the bar. I reached over, past Frank, while looking to see if he would object and I took Matt’s hand.

“Do you mind?” I asked Frank.

Frank replied, “Not at all.”

I pulled Matt out on to the dance floor. He instinctively placed his hands in the small of my back as I rested my hands on the back of his neck. I pulled him in close.

“I won’t bite you,” I remarked.

“If you do,” Matt responded, “I get to bite back.”

“I saw you staring at my butt,” I remarked.

“Only briefly,” Matt responded.

“Did you like what you could see?” I teased.

“Yes, I did,” Matt responded, as we moved across the wooden dance floor.

Matt’s responses tingled my womanly senses. Not only did he smell good, he was a good dancer. I had never given any thought to advancing upon my feelings, until I found myself staring into Matt’s dark green eyes. I had no idea what had come over me.

The music changed, and we walked to the alcove where Sandy and Frank had stationed themselves. As I took a seat by Frank, I looked down and saw a huge hole in my panty hose, mid-thigh on the right leg. I was horrified.

Frank leaned over and whispered, “Just take them off.”

“I can’t,” I replied. I didn’t have on any underwear. I had gone sans panties to avoid any unnecessary attractions to my posterior.

I grabbed Sandy’s hand. Instinctively, she followed me to the ladies' room.

“What is it?” she asked, as we stepped into the ladies' room.

“I have a run in my panty hose,” I remarked.

“What are you going to do?” Sandy asked.

“The only thing I can do,” I replied. I stepped into a stall, slipped out of my platform heels and pulled up my skirt. I slipped out of the panty hose and wadded them up. I readjusted my skirt and stepped out of the stall. I tossed the panty hose into the wall-mounted trash bin.

“Ohhh, look at those sexy legs!” Sandy remarked. I slowly spun around.

“Am I showing anything?” I asked.

“Just a good lookin’ ass,” Sandy responded.

“Oh no!” I shot back, pulling down on my mini-skirt.

“Honey,” Sandy remarked, “Don’t worry, your ass is well covered - barely covered, but covered. You’re my main competition!”

We wandered back to the alcove, my inhibitions still intact. I sat down next to Frank. My skirt inched up much farther than I really wanted it to.

“Don’t worry,” Frank whispered, “It’s dark in here.” Darkness was not my main concern.

Another slow song came on. I knew Frank was going to ask me to dance, so I leaned over and suggested he dance with Sandra.

“Are you sure?” Frank asked.

“She has been waiting all night for you to ask her dance,” I replied.

Frank took Sandra by the hand and led her to the dance floor. Matt slid over on the couch next to me.

He slipped his hand on to my thigh and gently massaged my upper thigh. I was extremely turned on by his touch and his closeness. I tried to fight off the feelings of lust, but I couldn’t.

“Come on,” I remarked, taking Matt’s hand. Matt pressed his body against mine on the dance floor. He had a huge erection. I placed my hands around his waist and pulled him in close to me. He slipped his hands under my mini-skirt and lightly squeezed my bare ass. I leaned in close and whispered,

“I am so... fucking... horny.”

“Me too,” Matt responded.

Then the DJ announced, “Let’s speed things up a bit.”

As the beat of the music intensified, Matt took me by the hand and spun me around. My mini-skirt flared. Everyone and anyone got a nice clear shot of my bare ass and my pussy. At that point, the liquor and the music and Matt had stolen any inhibitions I may have had. We dirty danced, grinding against each other like teenagers.

I glanced over at Frank. Sandy was not holding back. She had her skirt inched up and her ass firmly planted in Frank’s crotch.

All four of us retreated to the small alcove in the corner of the club. Matt plopped down on the couch, as did Frank. I settled in between them. There was no way for me to readjust my skirt. It was as though I wasn’t even wearing one. Sandy took a seat across from us.

“I’m so fucking thirsty,” I remarked.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Frank remarked. As he stood up, I pulled myself up from the couch by hooking my fingers into the back of his trousers. I pulled my skirt down, but not before giving Matt a great look at my derriere.

At the bar, I leaned against Frank. “It looks like Sandy likes you quite a bit,” I remarked.

“And Matt seems to like you as well,” Frank responded. I had to agree. Frank looked at me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it.

“If you want to fuck Matt’s brains out, that's okay with me,” he said, “so long as you don’t mind me doing the same with Sandy.”

I didn’t say a word in response. My mind was aflutter with mixed emotions. We took our drinks back to alcove where Sandy was situated next to her husband on the couch.

I turned and sat on Matt’s lap, my skirt inching up to full exposure level. I didn’t care. Frank offered his hand to Sandy, and as she stood up, Frank plopped down on the couch, spinning her around. He pulled her on to his lap. Frank placed his hands on the inside of her thighs and squeezed them. Sandra leaned back and whispered something into Frank’s ear.

Frank leaned over and whispered into Matt’s ear. My head was spinning, but more than that I had an all too familiar ache between my legs. I couldn’t control myself. I could feel Matt’s manhood pressing against my butt.

A few minutes later, Sandra and Frank disappeared. Matt reached between my legs and inserted a finger into my piping hot vagina. I thought for sure I would explode right then and there. I leaned back and whispered, “You do that again and I am going to fuck your brains out!”

Matt leaned forward, and again slipped a finger into my vagina. I shivered as an orgasm rocked my body.

“Oh... my... gawd!” I exclaimed, taking a breath between each word. I looked at Matt, longingly. I wanted him. I needed him. I found myself admitting to my lusts.

Matt slid me off of his lap and we kissed. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. He didn’t hold back, sliding his muscular hand up under my blouse and squeezing my breasts.

“Fuck me!” I pleaded, as he squeezed my breasts.

“Not here,” Matt replied.

“Let’s go!” I remarked. “ I need it!”

Matt stood up and placed his arm around my waist. I loved the secure feeling with which he held on to me and walked me to the exit. He opened the passenger-side door oh his car for me, making me feel special. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Frank standing by our SUV, lip-locked with Sandra.

I slipped into Matt’s SUV, my short skirt again riding a little on the high side.

“Fuck it!” I exclaimed. I unfastened the zipper on the side and slid my mini-skirt down my thighs, past my knees and past my ankles. Matt didn’t say a word. He backed out of the parking spot. As he did, he shifted his hand from my seat back to my thigh. I spread my legs and placed his hand directly on my pussy. I slipped off my heels and put my feet up on the dash in front of me. His touches were spot-on, and I lost count of the orgasms.

I fumbled for his cock, but he asked for me to wait until we got to our final destination, which turned out, to my surprise, to be home. We parked in the empty driveway, and like two teenagers we proceeded to explore our sexuality in ways we had never experienced. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to have him.

I opened the car door and darted into my house, half naked and horny as hell, with Matt right behind me.

Matt was a terrific lover in every respect. The thing that impressed me the most, besides his nine-inch cock, was the tenderness and patience he exhibited. I saw a side of him that night I had not seen before, and the more time we spent exploring each other’s body, the more I craved his companionship.

Frank and I had agreed on a one night stand. I didn’t know if I could live up to the agreement, but as I lay in my bed, after Matt had kissed me, pleasured me and departed, I struggled mightily with my feelings. Fortunately, reality hit when Frank walked in the door.

Matt and Sandy moved a few months later. I never really got to express to him how I felt about him, and that night. A part of me felt sad, and I still think about that night and how it changed me. I no longer was a shy, inhibited little girl, but a woman with needs, wants and desires, and I had the confidence to go after what I wanted and needed.

 SANDY’S STORY, AND A FOLOW-UP:

Oh my gosh! So... I get an email out of the blue from Frank. I hadn’t heard from Frank in years. Almost immediately, I had a flashback of epic proportions. I literally stared at the email for a while before I could begin to process things. How did he find me? I was simply astonished.

Frank and my ex-husband Matt had served together in the Army. I had become friends with his wife, Debbie.

I sat and read the email over and over.

“Hey, do you remember me? Deb and I are doing great. I am no longer in the Army. I am submitting a literary piece for a web site and wondering if you would like to add to my story line. I am sending you my story and Deb’s story and am hopeful you won’t be too bashful in adding your story. Of course I will change the name to protect our identities.”

I typed out a response.

“Oh my gosh! This is quite a shocker to hear from you! Of course I remember you. You’re the cause of my wet dreams. I’ll write something and send it to you in a few days. Love, Sandy.”

I took out the “Love, Sandy” part, but then put it back in. What the heck. I'm single, and could still fantasize.

I had no idea where Frank and Debbie had landed, but it sure brought back great memories to hear from him. So I sat down and put pen to paper.

I first met my ex, Matt, at a party some of my friends had invited me to attend. I was impressed with his charm and wit, and even more so because he was a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute. There was just something about a man in a uniform that turned me on. Matt was shy, and so a mutual friend of ours fixed us up on a blind date. We dated about a year and got married. We would have gotten married sooner, but my job as a flight attendant seemed to always keep me on the road.

The first few years of our marriage were terrific. Over time, though, our separation became stressful, and pretty soon the time we spent together was less romantic. Matt insisted I quit my job as a flight attendant. I liked my job. I liked meeting people and going places. I did not like socializing with a bunch of Army wives, so when I met Debbie, Franks wife, we had something in common.

I had met Frank long before I met Debbie. Matt and Frank were golfing buddies. Our interactions were always in passing, as when Matt was not picking up Frank, Frank was picking up Matt at our house. Matt was to Frank like Fric was to Frac. Matt was short and muscular. Frank was six-foot four, and carried his weight much better than Matt did. Matt had a good start on a beer belly, while Frank was trim and fit.

I did my best to keep my Frank-fantasies a secret.

When I discovered Matt had the “hots” for Sandy, I will admit I was a bit hurt. But that hurt was temporary as I discovered Frank had a liking for me. It happened one night at the “O” Club, or “Officer’s Club” at Fort Hood, Texas. It started with Debbie asking me if she could dance with Matt. I was a bit ticked at Matt, because he was showing me no courtesy at the party.

“Go for it,” I told Debbie. I didn’t realize at the time that those three simple words had a deeper meaning. I was pissed when I saw Matt slow dancing with Debbie. I mean, really pissed - and not at Debbie, but at Matt. When Frank sat down next to me on the couch, and placed his hand on my thigh, just above my knee, everything came to a head at once.

It was my idea to slow dance with Frank. I did it hoping to piss off Matt. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. Matt, I soon realized, was making a play for Debbie.

When Debbie ripped her panty hose, I warned her in the ladies’ room about Matt’s intentions. Debbie responded, “He’s not a bad guy. He adores you.”

“So much so,” I replied, “that he felt a need to hand-inspect your butt. I’m not blind.”

Debbie told me that Frank was no saint either. Long story short - I went to a hotel with Frank that night and Debbie took Matt home with her.

None of us ever spoke about that night. For Matt and I, it was the beginning of the end of our marriage. Looking back, I had no regrets, because I was better off single than with Matt.

I ended my story at this point and emailed it to Frank.

He emailed back:

“Where are the graphic details?”

I wrote back.

“I am better at show than tell.”

“Sure wished we could do it again,” Frank responded.

“So where the hell are you?” I typed.

“Near Dallas,” Frank typed back.

"Holy smokes; I live in Dallas!" 

“We should meet up sometime,” Frank wrote back. My womanly senses tingled at the thought of seeing Frank again.

“I’ve aged,” I replied.

“Do you have a picture to share?” he emailed back.

I looked through my photos and found one that I liked and emailed it to him.

“Wowza!” Frank responded.

We exchanged phone numbers. Within a few minutes, we were chatting on the phone. It was great to hear Frank’s voice. I lost total track of the time. We agreed to meet for a lunch date and set a day, time and place.

As Tuesday approached, I was a nervous wreck. I wondered if Frank would still like me. I fretted over what to wear, and what I might say. I must have tried on ten different outfits, and none of them seemed to work.

I texted Frank.

“I am nervous,” I wrote.

Frank texted back.

“Why?”

“I don’t know what to wear,” I texted.

“LOL,” Frank texted back.

“I am serious,” I responded.

“Anything you wear, or don’t wear, is okay with me,” Frank responded.

“You’re not a big help,” I replied.

Frank responded with a smiley face emoji.

I was off on Tuesday, so I spent all morning showering, fixing my hair and picking out just the right outfit. I settled on a casual pair of designer jeans and a loose-fitting button-down white blouse, over which I would wear a rhinestone denim jacket. I clipped on some small pearl drop earrings - the only left-over item I had from my marriage to Matt. It felt good to wear them, knowing I was meeting an old lover.

I arrived at the barbeque place at 11:00. I was not only nervous and anxious, I was thirty minutes early. I took a seat at a booth near the back of the restaurant. I looked at my cell phone. It was 11:15. The it became 11:30. Finally, I saw the familiar form of Frank wandering towards me.

I stood and waited nervously. He was all smiles. We hugged like old friends.

“Damn, you look good,” Frank remarked.

“You’re not bad looking yourself,” I replied. “Look at you!”

Frank was still Frank. I was happy when he slid in beside me on the wood bench. The waiter took out order. I nervously put my hand on his thigh. Frank took my hand and squeezed it.

“The last time you did that,” I remarked, “We ended up in a hotel.”

Frank squeezed my hand again and smiled.

We finished out meal and moved our conversation out to the parking lot. It seemed as though neither of us wanted to end the date. I leaned against my car with Frank doing the same right beside me.

“You know,” Frank began, “I am happily married…”

“So much so,” I replied, “that you took a risk on having lunch with me.”

“Yes,” Frank responded. “I guess I was curious whether or not there was a spark still here.”

“You tell me,” I replied.

Frank leaned in and planted a light kiss on my cheek.

“No,” Frank said, “You tell me.”

I could not deny it. He turned me on the very first time I laid eyes on him, and that very same feeling still existed.

Frank smiled and slipped his fingers under my chin. I looked into his steely green eyes, much like I had done years before.

“Show and tell,” Frank said.

I slipped my arms around Frank’s waist and pulled him in close.

“I’m much better at showing than telling,” I replied, pressing against him. Our lips met in a torrid and passionate kiss that unleashed, for me, years of pent-up frustrations. No one had ever pleasured me like Frank.

I could feel Frank’s erection pressing against me, and I knew instantly that the passion was still there. I slid my hand down to his leg and felt for his cock through the fabric of his jeans.

“Do you have the time?” Frank inquired.

“I have all the time in the world!” I replied. “Why don’t we go to my place?”

“You lead the way,” Frank replied.

And lead I did.