A few years ago my husband and I had fallen on some tough times. Mike and I were from a really small town in central Texas where everything was dependent on farming and ranching. Unfortunately, if you didn't own either one and had to do work at one of the local small companies you were pretty well doomed to a meager existence at best.
Being right out of high school, the best he could do was a job at a small feed mill and I waited tables when I could at the local café. The town was so small there wasn't even a movie theatre so it was the best we could do financially to go the twenty miles to another town where we could enjoy an inexpensive dinner and a movie. Denny's would have been a swank restaurant to us. We wanted better but was able to deal with it and make do.
Like many of the kids around, we were married at way too young an age. He was nineteen and I was eighteen when we got married and having done nothing more than engage in heavy petting neither of us knew a whole lot about sex. All we had was the stories I heard on overnights and the lies he listened to as told by the regulars in the local convenience store. It was the only thing to do after ten at night.
Oh, we went pretty far with the petting. It became pretty common for us to be in the car on one of those old dirt country roads with both of us stripped. He would play with my breasts and rub me a lot but it only went so far. I'm not saying I didn't get aroused by it because I did. Many times I went home and went to sleep after masturbating to orgasm several times.
After a while he convinced me to play with him so I would stroke him slowly until he was so hard I thought he would burst. When I felt him leaking all over my hand I would stop it. I'm sure that after a while it must have been getting to him. He never got mean or nasty but he did let me know how disappointed he was. I would always give him a hug and a little laugh and blew it off.
"If you want to go that far you need to see somebody else." I was petrified of becoming pregnant and being the talk of the town.
"Okay, I will." Sometimes he came back with that, especially the closer to school being over and our little wedding approaching. I never took him seriously and didn't think he did, either. Without fail on those occasions, when I saw him the next day he had a real strange look on his face, one that I couldn't distinguished as being a smug or being sorry.
But, we did get married and I felt very lucky about that. My Grandmother was Mexican and I inherited a naturally tan skin and dark hair. I had played sports all through school so my body was slim, my ass tight, and somehow I had at least ample breast for my build. I was very attracted to Mike and loved the time we spent fondling each other before sex. In the end, though, he would always get on top of me and come real quick.
After each moment he never failed to ask, "Did you get it?" I would always smile and assure him I had. In fact, it was a huge lie. Even though I loved the tenderness of the moment, he always ended up in a rush and never could bring me over the top. As far as him experimenting, a big deal to us was when I straddled and rode him. He enjoyed me playing with his cock but instead of it leading to any fulfilling experience for me it just meant he would spurt all over the two of us instead of inside of me.
Actually, it was starting to get to me a little. Maybe I didn't quite know what it was all really suppose to be about, but what I did know was that my body was responding before he would leave me hanging there with it on fire. It never crossed my mind at the time that I had done that to him for a couple of years.
Our problem started about three in the morning in October. When the fire alarm went off I knew it would be bad but I wasn't expecting the impact on us. The mill he worked at burned to the ground and he was out of work. With twenty men looking for work, Mike had no chance against their experience and two months later he was standing in an Army recruiting office with his right hand in the air.
I was a little surprised and disappointed when on the day before he had to leave he spent several hours with Coach Lemons. I understood in a way, I suppose. Keith Lemons had coached Mike all through high school and since there were only about nine years difference in their age they really hit it off together. Even before graduation they had become steady fishing partners and spent many days and nights together.
Keith was a very large, very handsome man that was the "dream guy" of every girl in town but he was also married to the prettiest woman in town, too. Actually, he had tried as best he could to talk Mike out of marrying me. Not because it was me, but because he didn't want to see him tie himself down to this little hole with no chance for escape.
During the last few months that we were dating before marriage, I found out that there was a number of nights that after we had been through some real torrid petting he had gone to Coach's house after letting me off rather than going home. I never quite understood that but it was on those occasions that the next day he had that sort of smug look on his face.
Of course I bawled like a baby when he left. He told me Army basic was tough, not so much the activities themselves but more being separated from his family and me. I moved back in with my parents and started paying off our bills, hoping that would allow me to travel with him once he finished his technical school in North Carolina.
Not soon after he was gone I started to miss him sexually. At times I would chastise myself for not enjoying him more when he was here, even though he left me sexually hanging every time. But just the thought of him buried deep and shooting his sperm deep into me would send my fingers deep into my panties at night, fulfilling my needs for a short time but always leaving me wanting in the long term.
It didn't help any when all the guys coming through the restaurant would tease me unmercifully about Mike being gone. When I would turn red at their comments they called me "Bashful Beth," with Elizabeth being my real name. The problem was that about two months after Mike was gone I couldn't deny that I started finding a couple of them attractive and silently and inwardly responded to their teasing.
One of them that especially seemed to leave me shaking was Keith Lemons. What made it even worse to deal with was the closeness that he and Mike had. When he came in with what I would call his very stunning wife he behaved himself. But most of the time she wasn't with him and he never missed a chance to tease me about "doing without." Thank goodness he carefully chose his timing and never made any comments that could be overheard. The town was awful small and was always looking for a new story to spread.
What bothered me more than anything, though, was that each time I was around him I would get that little unwanted tingle, both in my mind and between my legs. I always hoped for a call from Mike as soon as I felt that way in order to shake the unwanted illicit thoughts. Even though I did nothing to attract his attention, I did little to stop it and was aroused when it happened.
It was almost as if Mike was reading my mind. I don't know what was setting him off; stories around the barracks, just sexual thoughts that he found exciting, or what. But all of a sudden he started asking me little things, things concerning my social life and whom I was hanging around with, things like that.
I was upset with him at first about even thinking that way. One night though he called me very late and told me he was housesitting for one of the instructors. He started talking pretty dirty and asking me about my social life again. I got into a little groove with him and started kidding around with him, making up a little story about some guy playing with my tits.
I meant it as a joke but by the time I was through I realized that it had taken a different direction. He was breathing so hard I knew he was getting off on the story. I could hear him when he came, then he totally backed off the subject.
He got into a good deal with some of the instructors there and started house sitting when they were on leave. It seemed like it was every weekend and it allowed him to call me on a regular basis in private using his phone card.
Very quickly every conversation we had went to the subject of my sex life and me. It was more of "Are you doing okay with me gone," than "Are you screwing anybody?" but I could tell when he wanted to be aroused and I made up something, each time getting a little more graphic.
He added to it all when he started insisting that I use the speakerphone in my room. Although he called mostly when he knew my parents would be out, he knew I had a private line and was situated in the house so that I could talk in private. I wasn't sure what being on a speaker did for him but it seemed very important and I didn't refuse. I'll have to admit that many times I talked to him my hands were busy, too.
He seemed satisfied with our little games at first but I guess they were starting to wear thin. All of a sudden he wanted me to name somebody in my stories. When I refused to go that far I was shocked when he mentioned Keith. He wanted me to make a story about the two of us! I wasn't about to go there at all.
I didn't get a bit suspicious and thought it a coincidence, but the next couple of days Keith started showing up at the café on a more frequent basis. Every chance he got he would start touching me slightly and giving me little compliments. I won't lie to you and say it didn't affect me. The little tingle that slid down my spine was unmistakable and my senses seemed to be heightened.
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