You’re a lucky guy.”“Well, yes, she is and yes, I am. But it’s not her. To be honest, she and I can be together at her house.”“You have an...ther one besides her? A dangerous game, Steve.”“She knows. She’s OK with it.”“A ladies’ man. If the other one is just as good-looking, I want to know your secret. Especially if they know about each other.”“I don’t have a serious girlfriend. I’m dating. I’m kind of young for a permanent relationship.”“True. I knew you were a smart kid. You’re lucky. I hadn't had much time to get to know the blokes of my new section, platoon or company, since being promoted. I'd got my corporal stripes on December 20th, and had flown back to UK on January 20th, then on the 1st of February on to a 4 week course at Warminster. It was early March before I had the opportunity to really make any sort of impression in my new surroundings.The L/Cpl of my section was a good bloke, name of John Aytoe; naturally his regimental name was Spud. He had kept the section. She licked them clean, juices spilling from her lips to mingle with her glossy lipstick. When she was done, she kissed Amy’s lips then, tilting her head, her gaze drifted upward to the translucent dome set into the ceiling just above the lift’s doors. With a smile stretching the corners of her mouth, she pressed a manicured fingertip to the intercom button. “Okay boys,” she said, calmly and clearly, “shows over. Turn the power back on and let us out.” The lift immediately buzzed into life.. As I spoke, she was kissing her way down to my dick again and proceeded to deep throat me and fondle my balls for several minutes. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and climbed on top of me and inserted just the head of my cock into her pussy. I have never wanted to fuck my wife as much as I did at that moment, and she was wildly bucking and riding my cock until we both climaxed together. As we lay in each other's arms in bed, my mind wandered to all of the things that had happened to me that.