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The Navy Retold

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My wife and I had been talking about a sexual adventure that we had had many years ago and which I wrote about also many years ago. My story was incomplete and so my wife has written down her recollections of the evening. This is her account:

 

We often went to fancy dress parties on the base. This one was loosely themed “vicars and tarts” and I was dressed like a tart. White blouse and bra with too many buttons undone, short skirt, suspenders and stockings and high heeled shoes. Most of the women there had made an effort but the men, not so much.

 

There were some visitors who caught my eye because they had obviously just taken the sheets from their beds and made them into toga style vestments. One of the men was eyeing me up and down and made me feel that I had gone one button too far on the blouse as he blatantly stared at my cleavage.

 

I had been circulating and catching up with friends, drinking steadily when one of the toga men was introduced to me as someone from one of the ships that had helicopters and they were here on exercise for a week. His two friends came over and we chatted for a while, they were pleasant and polite company despite the wandering eyes. One of my girlfriends dragged me over to the dance floor because the group had started playing Abba songs and this encouraged the visitors to come over and dance with us. Then when the music changed to something slower I was grabbed from behind, hands around my waist as I was swayed in time to the music. I turned and it was no surprise to see one of the toga dressed men there and he turned me around and started pressing himself firmly into me. I felt him grow but all I could think of was he was going to look like a tent pole when we stopped dancing. At the end of the song the same thought came to him because he asked me to shield him back to the table we had been sitting at. I could feel it poking at me as we shuffled to the chairs and then he had the cheek to ask me to sit on his lap. I declined and went off in search of my husband.

 

I had a couple more drinks but I had to pace myself carefully because it was easy to overdo it. I dragged my husband up for a dance and told him all about the sailor with the erection. He laughed about it then started doing some pressing himself. As his hands wandered around my bum he realised something was missing. He asked me if I was wearing a thong and I just leant into his ear and whispered “yes” knowing that that would get him excited. I took him over to where the visitors were sitting and introduced them. They chatted work stuff for a while before I reminded them it was impolite to talk about work and we should change the subject.

 

One of them, predictably, suggested talking about sex. They had had quite a few drinks by now and were becoming very noisy. I was offered a lap again which I refused but my husband said it was ok and might keep them quiet. I sat on a lap and felt a hand around my bum and another around my waist resting just under my boobs. There was another hand stroking my neck and another resting lightly on my thigh. I felt the excitement rise in me and looked around to see if my husband had noticed but he was standing with his back to me chatting to a couple of work colleagues. The hands were getting more daring as I felt one plunge inside my blouse and grope around my boob whilst another gripped my bum. I shouted to my husband for help and he came across and told them to put me down and suggested it was time to order a taxi to go home, This was met with howls of protest and the older one suggested we go back to their rooms first for a nightcap.

 

We accepted and we left and walked to their barrack rooms, which were just single storey whitewashed buildings similar to prefabs. The walk made my feet hurt so I removed my shoes and walked in stockinged feet which worried the sailors and they picked me up between two of them and carried me. We arrived at their building which was made up of two bedrooms and a shared toilets/showers in the middle and we walked into one of the rooms where I plonked myself down on a chair as the drink was beginning to take its toll. There were mens magazines on the table and a bottle of brandy. I accepted a brandy and coke and started leafing through a magazine to see what all the fuss was about. This made one of the guys ask to take my photo with a particular pose from the magazine but I told him only my husband took that type of photo. He did pick his camera up and started to pretend to take shots but I was unmoved and continued leafing through the magazine.

 

Someone put music on and I was hauled to my feet to dance The music was slow, the lights were off and the drink was having an effect as I swayed unsteadily on my feet. I could feel a hand inside my bra and my boob being lifted out and fingers pulling at my nipple. A hard cock pressed into my stomach and a hand held my bum pulling me towards him. All the men wanted a dance and I stood there unashamed with my boobs out and all followed a similar pattern with cocks pressing into my stomach. I loved the men looking at my boobs. I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist in this way and I am lucky that my husband finds it such a turn on.

 

Finally, he called a halt and suggested calling a taxi. It was quite a walk to the nearest phone which was at the guardroom so I asked him if he would go and call it then come back for me. He agreed although he didn’t seem too happy and off he went. No sooner had the door closed than one of the men who was lying on the bed, called me over. He told me he was going to punish me for not sitting on his lap earlier and told me to lay across his legs, I backed off but the other 2 held me and pushed me forward. I ended up across his lap and I felt my skirt being raised up around my waist. I felt a light slap on my bum and then someones fingers pulling aside my thong and pushing into me. I squirmed and wriggled and eventually broke free and sat up before any more of me was exposed. I was now sitting on the guy and turned around so that I straddled him. I had tidied my boobs away when my husband left but now buttons were undone again and my boobs were pulled from my bra, my skirt was lifted and I felt hands groping all over me. Then suddenly it all stopped and panic ensued as they realised my husband had returned and was locked out.

 

They took me out into the corridor and ushered me into the loos and I could hear my husband asking where I was, his head then appeared around the door and he asked if I was alright. I said yes and told him he’d been quick. Then he explained that he had forgotten the taxi drivers card in my handbag with his number and that he would be as quick as possible. When he left, two of the men came into the toilets and said they were going to shower and wanted me to join them. I got undressed and joined them in the shower. It was just a long row of about four showers and they turned them all on. They took turns soaping me all over hands caressing my boobs, fingers probing everywhere and then one guided my hand to his stiff cock. He was quite a bit bigger than my husband and it felt nice to hold him and masturbate him, then the other one took my other hand and did the same so I ended up with a cock in both hands. They were of a similar size and when one of them started pressing my head down I knelt in the shower and took a cock in my mouth, water cascading down my face.

 

We didn’t spend long in the shower and dried off before going back to the room. I had my clothes under my arm and started to get dressed again but one of the guys dragged me across to the bed and we got under the sheets. My hand took his cock again and I started slowly up and down. I felt fingers probing my pussy and shoved them away, not wanting to go any further, but what little resistance I had soon gave way and the fingers probed deep inside me. Then I felt my hips being raised and a big cock thrust into me from behind. I was very wet and it slipped in and out noisily. I was now eye level with the other cock and took it in my mouth. Both were pulsing inside and I remember thinking that this was the first time that this had happened and finally fulfilled a fantasy I had had for a long time. I had an awareness that they should not cum inside me and I know that we swapped positions with the one who I had been sucking now taking me missionary style. I had hold of the other guy and carried on wanking him while he mauled my boobs and bit on my nipples. The other guy was pounding into me making slapping noises and then I felt him start to cum and I tried to wriggle free but it was too late and I felt him gush inside me. He got off straight away but the other guy took his place and before I could do much about it he also pumped into me.

 

They then hurriedly started to help me dress, bra and blouse then my stockings and suspenders which I had just pulled off so took a while to untangle. Finally my skirt and moments later a knock at the door as my husband returned. He asked what had happened to the third guy and was told that he was married which seemed a strange answer. We left the barrack rooms and walked down to the guardroom with my shoes once more in my hand. My husband said he had seen everything because he had been watching through a partially opened curtain which he had set up before he left, and now couldn’t wait to get me home.

 

The taxi arrived and I slumped in the back feeling the worse for wear and glad that the journey home was only 15 minutes. I also realised that I was not wearing underwear as cum was oozing out of me. I saw the taxi driver adjust his mirror but I was past caring until my husband turned around and said that they could both see my pussy. When we stopped, the taxi driver held the door open for me as I got out which was very difficult and he had a good view of my pussy again as I tried to sit up. He offered me a hand then pulled me into him as I tried to stand. I was aware of a hand on my boob and then my husband was around my side of the car having recovered my shoes. When we got home he lost no time in getting inside me and then afterwards proceeded to take photos of me, sadly most of which have been lost.

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