A little while later, Pat came out bearing two cups of coffee. She grinned. "You can sit with me on the swing or I will sit in your lap."I grinned. "Y...u look heavy. I better sit in the swing."She grinned back. "Rat!" We sat in the swing together. I cradled my cup with both hands. I knew it to be an intentional move on my part. I didn't trust her reactions yet. I gazed out over the fields and thought about Pat. I decided that her emotions were mercurial, a word I had always liked but rarely had. We started living together and got married 4 months later. But ever since we were married I've tried to act respectable and if the truth be known, I have been trying to live down my hooker past with all Michael's Marine buddies. You see they all knew what I'd been doing and how we'd met. Michael was home on a 30 leave from Iraq. His battle group had their tour extended a whole year, but at least they got to come home for staggered 30 day leaves. I was so looking forward to fucking his brains. “Good, then when we get home, Sarg will fuck me and you’ll not only lick his cum from my cunt and you’ll also suck his cock clean.”“I may not want to do it so you’ll have to make me.”“You want Dan to be your daily lover and give you the great sex you desperately need because of your no good husband won’t fuck you, then I’ll make sure you lick doggy cum!” Tina directed. “As a matter of fact, while Major is fucking you, I want you to suck on Sarg’s cock. You do that for me and show that you love. I try to push the leg of her pants gently up over the wounded knee, but it is far too tight. So I pull her jogging shoes off and massage her little feet for a while. My eyes follow up her trim legs to their intimate meeting point, where the sturdy zipper starts its steep climb over her bulging sex. My brain worries about the colour of her underwear, if underwear at all - and my fingers tremble. A disturbing feeling of guilt befalls me as I carefully pop open the brass button on her jeans - my.