What I had no idea about was how amazing sex with him would be. Chris is a Sergeant in the U.S. Cavalry and a mechanic. The things his hands can do ha...e made me into a true believer. As a girl from a conservative family, I never really knew much about sex. My parents slept in separate beds, in separate rooms. That was how I thought it was supposed to be; but let me tell you something, sex with Chris blows my mind. My first time with him was on our honeymoon when he took me in the shower. I was. Working to play up the DOM thing, I swung by the hardware store to buy some thick cotton rope and a new utility knife. That's me, always the kidder, but the reaction I got from Joni totally surprised me. I arrived at her house on our second play date much earlier in the afternoon. I carried to rope and knife in my tool bag. The props helped make a positive impact. I brought out the rope and flicked out the blade like some kind of criminal and said, "I gonna make you my bitch for real.” Her. Another round of orgasms and we all drifted back to sleep. Next morning, we four breakfasted together and were back on the road by nine. It was a very quiet trip all the way to Orlando, not even much chatter from the CB. We bid farewell to the Friendly Neighbor and Olga as we took the exit off the turnpike. The quiet continued as I pondered the events of the previous night. Was this just vacation fun? Did we strengthen or damage our marriage? Was I jealous, was Cindy? Would we swap again? Who. My mind full of images of girls who were allowing me to have sex with them.But, at that time, that was all I could manage; sex in my mind and with my hand.I had not yet had the pleasure of touching actual feminine flesh. Or even seeing a girl naked, other than my sister Amber who I had seen in the bathroom a few times.I was sixteen at that time and Amber was two years younger. Seeing her little tits and blossoming bush wasn't the thrill I had expected it to be.I wanted feminine attention badly.