Chapter 1: First Letter to Peter

Hi Lover;

Leaving you at the pier Monday, Wow! We got to use our camper van bed for the first time in the parking lot. That was fun and nasty as hell. I would have never thought you would want to make love before getting on the ship like that. I am sorry I resisted you at first, but I am glad that you insisted on doing it before going onto the ship.

I was afraid at first, with everyone walking around the parking lot like they were. But once your mouth touched my pussy and you began working on my clit the way you do, I did not care one fucking bit.

When you slid into me I was so ready. For some strange reason when we made love in the Van I liked it when you talked dirty to me. Calling me your little whore, talking about my pussy that is always cock hungry, calling me your favorite slut. Doing it in the parking lot in the camper van lot was so bad, I fucking loved it!

Remember back in high school when you said those things how it bothered me? But now almost three years later, I miss hearing you say those things to me when we make love. Now if you are not saying them I don't get the full feeling, if you know what I mean.

You and your nasty fantasy of my being a whore fucking all kinds of men and how you fantasize of watching me fuck other men.

I love the fact that our new Camper Van has windows all around it and we can see out but no one can see inside. As you fucked me I was watching all those sailors and wives walking past our van and they had no idea I was in there with my legs wrapped around you and we were fucking hard at each other. I loved that after you came in me that you wanted me to clean you with my mouth.

Since you never asked me to do that in the past, I thought it was very kinky. What I really liked about doing that is, how it changed from cleaning you off, to getting you hard again. Wow, twice in less than thirty minutes, I loved it! I think I want to do that all the time. I really loved how you came back to life in my mouth. What made you think about that anyway?

I did not tell you at the time, but remember those two friends of yours that you introduced me to when we got out of the van? Well as we where hard at it and I was getting ready to climax for the third time, I looked out through the front window of the camper and I saw them both standing there, looking in watching us. I saw them watching and it took me way over the edge. I came hard and I remember yelling out to you that I was coming. Do you remember that dear? Well I was looking straight at them both as they watched us.

I have no idea why it affected me like that, but it did, it was like I wanted them to know just what a great lover you are I guess. I do know this, I came so hard knowing those two strange men (remember I did not meet them until after we left the camper van). I know this sounds sick, but part of me hoped that they could see and hear everything as I stared at them and fucked you back so hard, bucking you up and down as we fucked.

After you and I came, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again to see if they were still watching us, I guess they saw me looking and turned walking to the dock. They were walking to the gangplank but stopped and just talked. I have no idea why that made me so fucking hot, but it sure did.

Then you bad boy you, you wiped my pussy with my panties and said you wanted to take them with you so you can smell our sex when you jack off later.

As we got out and walked to the gangplank you introduced me to your friends, sorry honey I don't remember their names, Jackson and Waters maybe?

Then when we kissed so passionately and you whispered into my ear, I will never forget those words, never in a thousand years. You said to me, "Honey when I get off the ship four months from now, I want to come back and find you just the way I am leaving you."

I was puzzled, I had no idea what the hell you meant by that and I said into your ear, "What do you mean, I don't understand."

You leaned into my ear again and said, "I want you freshly fucked and full of cum just like you are right now."

You pulled me to you again for another passionate kiss. We kissed and your friends chimed in, "Not fair, we don't have anyone to kiss us goodbye."

Then you and your big mouth, you told me to do you a favor and give them a hug and kiss goodbye. You told me to kiss them so hot that they will never forget it. I must have turned seven shades of red. I knew that they had just watched you fuck me in the camper van.

I could see both of them in their tight navy pants, they both had hard-on's.

I leaned in to kiss the black guy first and it was a nice sweet peck on his lips. (You had to push it didn't you dear.) You laughed and said, "You call that a kiss, come on honey these poor men are going to be at sea for four months! Give them a kiss they will remember."

I felt your sperm sliding out of me and running down the insides of my legs.

You threw away all my bras on our wedding night, so as usual I was not wearing a bra.

There I was in my nice yellow summer dress, naked underneath and my breasts, while not huge, were sticking out and my nipples were hard as nails.

I looked at you and I wanted to see if you would react. I said, "Ok, you want them to have a kiss to remember? I'll give them a kiss they will remember on the whole float

I leaned into the black man and kissed him just as hot as I kissed you. We French kissed and I felt his big hands on my ass pulling me hard into his groin. I felt his hard cock through his pants and my thin dress. I closed my eyes and kissed him like he was the last man on earth and that I needed him to fuck me in the worse way.

My tits were pressed tight against his chest and I felt the heat come through my hard nipples. When we broke that kiss my pussy was throbbing with desire. I was ready to grab your hand and take you back to our camper van so you could fuck me again. Then he said, "One more please."

He leaned into me and we kissed each other hard. When you two began cheering us on, I ground my crotch hard against his leg which had moved between mine. The Hispanic man got on him for taking too long. All you said was "Grind it hard honey."

You must have seen me grinding my pussy against his leg. I was so fucking hot my body was shaking.

When it was time to kiss the Hispanic man you said loud enough for him and for me to hear, "Linda is so fucking hot right now, don't be surprised if she comes while you kiss her."

I was so embarrassed and yes I was really turned on and hot as hell. I needed you to fuck me one more time before getting onto that fucking ship.

We kissed and I wanted to see what kind of reaction I would get from you, so I reached down and took hold of his dick through his pants as I rubbed myself hard against his leg. If we had been alone right then, I would have given you your nasty fantasy of fucking another man and letting you watch.

That loud horn and call of everyone to board brought us all back to reality. I stepped back and you leaned into my ear. I expected you to be mad and say something nasty to me but you said, "Shit honey that was so fucking hot. Now I've got to get on board and sniff your panties and jack-off after watching you make out with my friends."

I was surprised, no that is wrong, I shocked. I really thought you would get upset or really pissed and what happened? You got turned on! I turned you on kissing and fondling your friend out on the dock for God and everyone to watch.

I think the only thing that did not make us stand out was, all the other couples kissing and making out like we were.

You know how much I love watching you jack-off. When you said that to me that you were going to get on board and smell my panties as you jack-off, I pictured you in the bathroom with the door shut stroking your big hard cock sniffing my sperm soaked panties. That picture I had in my mind just made my desire worse. I watched you three walk up the gangway and we all waved goodbye.

While you three went on board and I went back to our van. I pulled up my dress and got on the bed, right where the big wet spot was that we left. I masturbated like a mad woman, picturing you jacking-off on the ship. I rubbed my clit and used my fingers. All of a sudden I was kicking myself for turning down your offer to buy me a couple of dildo's.

I felt at the time that I did not need anything, besides if I felt if I got horny enough I could always go back to using cucumbers like I did before we got married. Oh that's right, you never knew about that did you? Oh well, now you know.

You are such a bad boy honey, you are a very bad influence on your poor dear wife dear. These past three years I always thought you were trying to test me and see if I would really go out and screw another boy in high school or after we married agree to go out and screw some man like you wanted me to. I just knew that you wanted me to do that so you could use it and throw it in my face whenever you got mad at me.

You know my father; he would do that kind of shit with mom. She would do nothing, but if some man flirted with her, dad got mad at mom. Dad was the worse kind of a jealous husband. I knew walking back to the van that you were not testing me, I knew you really did want me to enjoy lots of sex with men.

To be honest when we would lay in bed and you were telling me of your fantasy, I wondered what would happen if I did go out and do it? The way I love climaxing, maybe I would really llove doing it? I mean, what if I really loved going out and fucking other men? I did not want to put our relationship in that kind of position.

As I laid there finger fucking myself I pictured your two friends watching me and then coming into the camper van to take turns fucking me as you described every time we talked about that sex stuff. You kept telling me how you wanted to watch me get fucked and go crazy with pleasure as you jack off coming in my mouth or maybe even have me suck your cock while they fucked me.

My biggest problem is, you know how hard I climax and how much I love it. You always do it for me with your mouth and that lovely big hard cock of yours, I never wanted to ruin that for us.

I finally pictured myself sucking your cock as they fucked me. You my love are turning your sweet young wife into a bad, bad girl.

When I came for the third time in the camper van, I came back to reality. There I was all alone, and I would be that way for another four months.

I was happy that I have Sally, she is almost as bad as you are and you know it, don't you dear? She is always telling me to just go ahead and go out and do it. She thought you would not get upset.

As you know, Sally is what I call a real slut, she goes out almost every night, drinks and dances and always takes home a sailor to screw her all night. I could not wait to get home and call her, telling her what I did on the dock right in front of you.

When I got home after dropping you off I called her at work. She couldn't talk then, she told me she was way to busy. I asked her about coming over or meeting her that night but she told me that she had a hot date that night. But we could meet Tuesday night we could meet at Don Jose. Grab a drink and talk. To kill time I went to see a movie first. Sally wanted to meet at 9:30 for that drink. I got there before she did so I waited in the camper van for her to pull up.

Honey, just so you know, I did not dress up or anything. I wore that full white knee high skirt and my light blue top that you like so much. I had my light white sweater over my shoulders.

Now honey I have to make this very, very clear. I did not dress to attract any man or men. I did not put on makeup and my hair was in a pony tail. I think I looked very plain. It never hit me until later that night that I did screw up. You have me trained, so well trained, that I have not worn a bra in almost two years. Hell if I wanted to wear one I would have had to go out and buy one. So my love, since I do not own any bra's, I did not wear one when I met Sally at Don Jose's.

We went in and ordered our first glass of wine. Sally dressed real sexy. I thought we would be there for no more than a drink or two. Well it did not take long before guys where asking us to dance. Now you know how much I love dancing, fast or slow. So by the second glass I accepted my first dance.

Honey we were like honey to bees. It did not take long before the wine and the guys holding me got me thinking of what you told me on the dock-- that you wanted to come home to find me freshly fucked and full of cum. I knew I was on shaky ground, so I decided no matter what happens I would not take a sailor home with me.

The guys would hold me close, and you know how I love to grind against you, well, those boys got my treatment. I had them hard as hell and I was pleased with myself for doing it.

Sally wasn't doing too bad either. She latched on to one guy right away and they danced and kissed in the booth and then danced some more.

I have to admit it dear, I did love the attention I was getting from the men there. It seemed like I never sat down long enough to talk with Sally about Monday morning and what we did at the dock, and what we did in the parking lot. I would walk back to the table, take a gulp of wine, and be back out to the dance floor.

Somewhere in all that, after they kept telling me how lovely I looked and how sweet I was, they began asking me to go someplace so they could fuck me. They began kissing me and I kissed them back, just like I kissed your two friends at the dock. I have to admit that I was horny as hell, but I was not going to let my pussy make any decisions that I would later regret.

Something happened to me. Honey you know just how horny I get with you when we dance and I drink a couple glasses of wine. Sometime that evening I was so fucking turned on I knew I better get out of there before I got into trouble. But knowing what I should do, did not stop me.

Honey I was bad, I mean real bad. I was working at turning these poor guys on. Sally warned me that if I kept it up they would soon be fighting over me. That was the wrong thing to tell me. I started kissing them hot kisses, long kisses, and grinding myself into them. When we danced slowly, I could feel their cocks right up against my pussy. I must have experienced 4 to 5 small orgasms on the dance floor. Three while dancing fast and rubbing my groin up and down their legs; and the others dancing slow, grinding and kissing them.

Each one of them kept asking me over and over to go home with them. I played with them, and let them all know I was having too much fun right there.

Then it happened. One man I was kissing on the dance floor while grinding my pussy against his leg, leaned in and began kissing the side of my neck. I held him tight and ground my cunt against him hard and I had a huge climax, which he knew because my mouth was close to his ear as well.

He begged me to go someplace so we could have sex. Now I know I was a little drunk, and as time went on, the nastier my mind was getting. Like I told you, I drove the camper van there so I was concerned about driving home myself. When one of the guys I was dancing with made a suggestion of going outside to "cool off" I knew I needed to cool off.

So I grabbed my purse because I did not want to leave it there at the booth with Sally out dancing. We walked outside and walked around the corner. The moment we turned the corner we began kissing and he went straight for the side of my neck and his hand went straight to my hot wet cunt. He began finger fucking me as I held onto him, breathing hard and telling him how wonderful he was making me feel.

I reached for him and he was hard as a rock. He'd made me climax; but you know how I get when you finger my pussy, I have to get fucked after that or I will go crazy. I said we should go to my van. You have no idea Peter, how much I appreciated your buying that camper van for us. I never would in my wildest dream ever think I would try and lure another man into it for sex. Yet there I was grinding my crotch into this man's hand, telling him I needed him to fuck me, I needed to be fucked so bad.