Lady Claire

PROLOGUE --

First, this is a very long story. It has been edited, but, due to its length, there is a likelihood that some errors slipped by. I apologize in advance. Please don't let them get in the way of the story.

For the trolls, this story involves extramarital sexual experiences... in a category that is for extramarital sexual experiences. I don't care about what you think. Better yet, don't even read it... especially 26thNC. Instead of trolling everyone in this category like you usually do, maybe try writing at least one story... and go seek professional help for what ails your emotional pain and psyche.

The story is an accumulation of facts and fiction, the facts being based on experiences that I heard of while participating in a support group of men who attended 'sexaholics' meetings. I participated for a short while, but stopped when I realized that I was incorrigible, but harmless... and that I liked my little dalliances in the lifestyle. None of what I dealt with came close to the addictions that others had and that, in my opinion, rightfully belonged there.

There are a lot of embellishments in this story. Some embellishments are on a grand scale to make it more of a story than of a testimony. But this story is based on one very intriguing factual testimonial that I heard at one of the meetings. I had further discussions with the individual that shared his experience to get more details... and to get his permission to write about it. Of course, names and places have been changed to protect everyone's anonymity.

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THE STORY --

I'm Trenton, or 'Trent', as most people call me.

Claire is my world... and this is her story.

A foreword, if I may. There are many assertions in this story as to Claire's beauty. Is she the most beautiful woman in the world? To me, she is. The world is full of breathtakingly exotic-looking women. But, of course, I'm biased. My vision of her is colored by the radiant hues of extreme love that exists between us. Her beauty is not just skin-deep. She is beautiful through to her core. And she is naturally attractive. Rarely does she need to put make-up on. I can honestly say that men and women alike find her captivating wherever she goes.

We met years ago, but it was not love at first sight. Not for me, at least. She happened to be the kid sister of Mike, my best friend all through high school. When Claire and I first met in our small town outside of a metropolitan area in the Midwest, I was fifteen, and she was nine... definitely not a love-interest at that point. Mike and I hung out together a lot, and shared a lot of adventures... camping, fishing, hunting, and mountain climbing, to name a few.

I now know in retrospect that Claire developed a crush on me early on, though. I began to suspect it because she always wanted to join us in our adventures. I thought that it was cute of her. I never wanted to hurt her feelings because she was an adorably sweet kid. Often, we'd take her fishing with us. Coming from a smaller outdoor-engaged family (I had one sister who was two years older than me), I knew a lot about hunting and fishing, and Claire learned a lot from me, as did her older brother Mike. I knew that she looked up to me. Even at her young age, she was as cute as could be... but a six-year difference at that age made all the difference in the world to me. I kept thinking of her in terms of 'little sister'.

Upon graduation from high school, I immediately enlisted for four years in the Marine Corps for a number of reasons, one of which was to obtain veterans' education benefits. By then, I was seventeen, about to turn eighteen. Claire was only eleven, going on twelve, still just a kid, but beginning to transform from cute to pretty. "Will you be coming back?" she asked just before I left. "I will definitely be back from time to time, Claire. I doubt that I'll ever find a fishing partner as good as you are!" That brought a smile to her face.

Mike went away to an out-of-state college right from high school, so we didn't get to see each other whenever I would come home on leave. Members of the military got thirty days of leave each year. I would try to take a week of leave every three or four months, and fly home from southern California. While home, I especially liked to go fishing since I didn't have much opportunity to do that at my duty station. It relaxed me.

I would also visit Mike's parents to say, "Hi," and to catch each other up on our lives. Of course, Claire would insist on being present for these visits, hanging on every word that I said. She would often ask if I was going fishing while I was home, and, if so, if she could join me. I always agreed to let her tag along. She was good company, and, by then at twelve years of age, she was becoming quite the fisherman.

Even though one was supposed to be quiet when fishing so as not to spook the fish, we talked. She had a million and a half questions... what was life like in the Corps? What was my job? Was it dangerous? Would I ever have to go to war? Was I going to stay in longer or get out and go to college? If I went to college, what would I study? Which college would I go to? What would I do after college? What kind of lure should she use over a bed of waterlilies? Can she see what I have in my tackle box? Do I believe in God and Jesus? Did I ever meet any famous people? And so on.

The part about believing in God came from her lifestyle. Her family was a devout Christian one. They were all very active in their church. It was a big part of their lives. Claire was quite active in youth activities and ministry. I asked my share of questions of her, and came to understand that she would never go on dates. When I asked why, her answer was that the boys really didn't want anything to do with 'holy rollers' because they thought that it would not go in the direction that they wanted for fun. She also offered that they were right, it wasn't going to go in that direction. She vowed that she would not "do it" until she married. I felt a little uncomfortable with that turn in the conversation. I was twenty at the time of that conversation, and she was fourteen... still just a child... but nicely growing into beautiful womanhood. "But," she said, "I'm okay with that. I have a lot of fun with my church friends, and don't have to worry about being pressured into doing something that I felt was not right." I nodded my head in agreement. "Good for you," I said, and left it at that.

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Right after I returned to base from that trip home, my unit was unexpectedly deployed to the middle east at a time when bad shit was still happening. I was a Corporal then, an 'NCO', or Noncommissioned Officer. Being an infantry fire team leader, I knew that this could be serious.

By this time, Claire and I had become very regular email pen pals. It helped me pass my time at my duty station by having a constant connection to home. It was difficult to let her know that I was being deployed, and she was greatly alarmed when I did tell her. She wrote that she would pray for me daily. I thanked her, and asked if she would continue to email me often, too. I also let her know that it could take a few days for me to respond, but to keep writing. I would answer every email.

It didn't take long for us to arrive in Afghanistan. We were in a hot zone of Taliban activity. We weren't committed to any missions right away, having to first go through some indoctrination and training.

Sure enough, Claire's emails came to me frequently, and I faithfully responded. One evening, when I was hunched forward into the desktop, and replying to one of Claire's emails, Colton... or 'Colt' as we called him, another Corporal, and a fire team leader in our squad, came by, looked over my shoulder at the screen, and asked, "Claire? You have a girl friend?"

"No," I responded. "Just a friend."

"Just a friend... or a friend with benefits?" he chuckled.

"Just a friend, Colt. A family friend. And she's only fourteen, so she's definitely just a pen pal... and a damn good fisherman," I offered. He smiled, and walked off.

Colt and I had become very good friends. He was two years older than I was, having first tried his hand at being a professional musician. He wasn't gaining the traction that he'd hoped to have, and decided to take a break from the pursuit for a while. I could have thought of many other ways to "take a break" than to join the Marines.

We had entered the Corps at the same time, were in the same recruit training platoon where we met, went through infantry training together, were somehow assigned to the same unit, both had the same rank, and had the same duties as fire team leaders. Colt was someone that you could count on in times of need. And he knew his military skills better than anyone that I knew besides me. We spent a lot of time together in mutual exploits out in California.

One of those exploits was his wife Julia. She joined him out in California after all of his training was over, and he arrived at Camp Pendleton, our permanent duty station. They got married right out of high school. Colt, in time, decided that he could count on me to keep a secret of his exactly that, a secret. Before they got married, he and Julia sometimes experimented sexually, and continued to explore in their marriage. They had to keep it extremely quiet now, though, due to strict military code. When Colt opened up to me about that, it was in Julia's presence one evening when they had me over for dinner, and well after they had vetted me about my position on such scandalous behavior. I replied with, "I guess that it's not really cheating if both agree to it, and abide by the rules that the couple sets." Shortly after, they invited me to join them for that night. I honestly did not see that coming, and my mind reeled. Never having had sex before, I was quite nervous. But, my cock got rock hard.

Colt was a very good-looking, muscular guy, and Julia was a looker with a great body. Of course I would like to spend time between her legs. And I did just that. Not just that evening, too. I found myself being invited back on many occasions. I wasn't going to say, "No!" I was on the "no experience" side of the equation, not having any opportunities to find dates near a military base. Until I met them, I was a virgin. And, Julia knew how to fuck. I learned much from her as to how to please a woman manually and orally. Colt could trust me, too, to keep their secret, and, more so, not to try anything behind his back, which was one of their rules. I wasn't going to do that. I got to fuck her in his presence a lot, and I wasn't going to mess that up. I gave up on even looking for dates after that.

Most of our experiences were threesomes, but sometimes Colt just liked to sit back and watch his wife being fucked by another man. I can't say that I could wrap my head around this, but I didn't care. I rolled with it, and I fucked Julia a lot, and I learned a lot.

Now that we were deployed, we both missed Julia, but I never made any inference of that to Colt, nor did I inquire of how he felt. I knew that he... they... would deal with it together. I was wrong.

Julia went home to their hometown for family support during the span of our deployment. About nine months into our deployment, Colt got a letter from a high school friend, letting him know that Julia had been dating around a lot, and was even seen going into a hotel with some strange man. Even though they had an adventurous marriage, this wasn't part of the deal. It hit Colt pretty hard. He needed to talk about it, and I was there for him.

Colt decided to end the marriage, and took legal steps while in Afghanistan. He knew that he wouldn't be able to complete the process until he got back home, but taking those steps helped him feel like he was in control, and allowed him to keep his head on straight. And that's what he needed most as a combatant in a hot zone.

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A few months later, we were called out on a search and seizure patrol, moving through a small village that was suspected of abetting armed Taliban fighters. All went peacefully until Colt's team discovered weapons in one home at the edge of the village square. As soon as it was discovered, all hell broke loose. The occupants starting yelling something at us... or at their comrades... and Taliban then seemingly appeared out of nowhere. They instantly began firing at us. My team was exposed, and quickly took cover in a close-by building from which covering fire was coming. Luckily, no one on my team was hit. The covering fire did the job of disrupting the hostile aim.

Colt's and my teams had been patrolling next to each other, so it happened to be in the cluster of homes where Colt's team found the weapons that we took refuge. There was heavy fire from several clusters of homes on the other side of the village square. I was safely inside a home, and near a window. I was able to get my M-4 through the window with little exposure of my head. I was a skilled hunter, and knew all too well how to pick targets off. I started finding them, and shooting. One by one, they were silenced.

"Man, where did you learn to shoot like that?" a familiar voice called out. It was Colt. The house that my team had taken cover in was the one in which he had found the weapons. "Been hunting all my life. Same principle, different game!" I answered back. I was good with a rifle with open iron sights, having shot competitively in high school ROTC. Put an ACOG (a battle scope) on the rifle, and I was sniper quality.

Just then, two Taliban burst into our room from behind Colt. Colt didn't see them since they were behind him, and he was focused on acquiring targets outside the window that he was hidden behind. I quickly caught them out of the corner of my eye, whipped the point of my M-4's barrel around in 'quick kill' mode, and dropped them both with two rapid shots to their chests. I saw surprise and agony in their eyes as they dropped and began leaking their red life onto the floor.

I continued pointing my barrel at the door that they burst through, waiting for any others that might come through. No one else showed up to the party. Colt moved quickly away from his spot near that doorway just in case there was someone with a grenade in the adjoining room.

After several minutes, nothing more happened in our room. While Colt watched during that time, I kept finding and shooting Taliban targets. All told, I popped about a dozen or so. The rest of our squad and platoon were able to then sweep through the village, taking the rest of the fighters out once I reduced the hostile fire to a withering volume. The final count was twenty-three known kills, with only one casualty on our side, and that one was not life-threatening.

That was the only combat action that we saw over all of the patrols that we did, but that was plenty enough for me.

The after-action report noted my significant contribution to the fight, single-handedly eliminating much of the opposing fire, allowing the rest of the unit to successfully eliminate the threat. I was awarded the Silver Star... not the highest medal, but high enough. The citation lauded me on my shooting, and also read that my quick reflexes saved the life of a brother Marine. Colt let that part be known.

Back at base, that evening, I found myself yearning to hear from Claire. Actually, I needed to hear from her to help bring my adrenaline level down. I began to admit that this young lady was really growing on me. After I read her email for that day... she was now emailing me daily... I chose to not disclose what happened in that village. I really cared for her enough to not worry her.

Colt, oddly, seemed to be in brighter spirits after that sweep through the village. I couldn't figure out what took him from being down over the demise of his marriage to up in the clouds, so I asked him.

"Colt, what gives? Last week, you were fit to be tied, and now you're bubbling over the rim of the glass. What happened?"

"That close call in that house when you popped those two woke me up. I'm alive, by God. And I'm going to celebrate it. And no cheating bitch is going to drag me down off of that cloud!"

Colt and I eventually returned to state-side, served the rest of our four-year commitment, and bid each other, "See you later," not wanting to think that this was good-bye. He and I had become best friends, and promised to stay in touch. "After all, I have a large debt to repay you, brother!" he said.

"Just doing my duty, Colt. Just doing my duty," I countered.

"I don't know, Bro. I think that you think that I think that maybe I'm your friend, or something like that," he countered with a grin."

"Well, maybe," I chuckled. "We'll see."

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I mentioned that, prior to enlisting in the Marines, Colt was an aspiring professional musician. He would always take his guitar with him wherever he went while in the Corps, and played covers of popular songs at nearly all of our social gatherings so to keep his skills finely honed. He was popular, being extremely good, and being blessed with a great set of pipes. He also wrote some original material that was also extremely good. After his active service, Colt began working as a professional musician again. His song-writing was so good by then that labels began to buy them for their A-listers. His name got more and more recognition. He began to sing his own demos, and quickly got picked up by a country label. With the right production and publicity, he became an A-lister himself. And all the while, we stayed in touch as best of friends.

As for me, when I returned home, I was greeted by the tightest hug from one breathtakingly beautiful young sixteen-year-old high-schooler. But... I was twenty-two, now, and the six-year age gap was still too much for her age. So, we just kept each other company, but now as 'besties'.

I enrolled in the state university in the city next to our town, majoring in finance. With my four years of experience and maturing in the Corps, I aced every class that I took.

Claire inquired as to how my deployment went. I gave details sparingly. I did mention that I went out on patrols just to maintain a presence in their community, which was largely the truth. I never said that I didn't experience combat, but I never told her that I did, either.

During those final two years of her high school, we fished, we hunted, I accompanied her on her church activities. Folks were beginning to see us as a pair, which was slightly less than as a couple. We were friends and companions. Her parents knew that they could trust me, and they took comfort in knowing that their little girl was safely in my company. She was. I would protect her to the best of my ability.

I enjoyed watching her mature through her final two years of high school. She was becoming a bit popular, even though she was considered to be a "holy roller." Her personality was so great that people tended to now overlook that. She appeared wholesome in everyone's eye. She already made the varsity cheer squad at the beginning of her junior year. She was elected as football homecoming queen for her junior and senior years, and she was overwhelmingly voted as senior prom queen by her classmates.

She was approached by many boys to go out with them. She politely and gently declined their offers. They probably blamed zealotry for her religious beliefs. I suspected that it was because of her intense crush on me. With that in mind, I did my very best to see to it that she was afforded many opportunities to stay entertained with outdoor activities and by hanging out on some evenings.

It might have also helped her popularity a little that she let her friends know that she was best friends with the best friend of new country superstar Colt Hayes. Yeah, I told her that he and I served together, and had formed a great bond during our Corps years. She also knew that he and I were frequently in touch to keep up with each other's lives. I even let the two talk on the phone to each other, which absolutely sent her over the moon, especially the first time when he asked her if she was THE Claire who emailed me all the time when we were in Afghanistan. With the phone to her ear, she just beamed at me when he let her know that he knew exactly who she was.

Colt knew that he liked Claire as he talked to her on some of his and my phone chats when she was nearby.

Early in her senior year, Colt, who was solidly on the Nashville A-list with a few Top Tens and one #1 on the country charts, took time to visit me for a weekend. We planned to show up unannounced at that Friday's football game to watch her cheer, so I kept it to myself. We bought tickets at the gate, and took a seat on the bleachers near the field, and near where Claire would be doing her cheer routines. The stadium filled almost completely since their team was a playoff contender. Being near front row, center, the spectators were packed around us. Colt leaned over to me, and quietly said, "It's starting."

Thinking that he meant the game, I said, "The scoreboard time shows another five minutes."

"No," he explained. "I meant 'The Murmur Wave'."

I just looked at him as if asking for an explanation.

"It happens whenever I'm out and about, and now that I have celebrity status. Some folks recognize me, and start quietly sharing the word... murmuring."

"I didn't really notice," I offered. But I looked up and around. Sure enough, people were looking over at us, some even pointing for others to spot him.

Claire's cheer squad had just taken the field on the sidelines, and the squad was staging their gear and warming up. Focusing on her preparations, she hadn't noticed us.

Suddenly, the announcer began his broadcast routine, welcoming everyone, and announcing the two teams, their records, etc. Then he announced that there was a special spectator in tonight's crowd..."Country music star Colt Hayes! Let's please give him a warm welcome, and thank him for honoring our game with his presence tonight! Colt, would you please stand?" He stood, smiled, waved, and people cheered and clapped. Colt began thanking everyone. I looked down at Claire as the announcement was made. She immediately looked up to the stands, her eyes opened wide. She dropped her gear to the ground, and clasped her hands over her mouth. Then she saw me next to him, and gave me a big, smiling 'Oh, you!' look. Then she made the well-known heart shape with her hands over her heart. I smiled and winked at her.

At half-time, we asked if we could come down to visit the cheer squad, and, of course, they allowed us onto the field. As soon as we entered the field, Claire ran up to me and gave me a hug. Her teammates followed behind her, all seeming a little excited to be meeting THE Colt Hayes. Claire let go of me, and turned to Colt. She held her hand out to shake his, and, taking her hand, just pulled her in for a big hug. Great surprise registered on the faces of all of her squad teammates, and they began murmuring, too.

"Claire, I am so glad to finally meet you!" Colt offered.

"Me, too! I mean... I'm glad to meet you!"

Colt chuckled, "I know what you mean, young lady."

Claire had enough presence of mind to introduce her teammates and coach to Colt. He shook hands with each of them, addressing them each by their names as they were introduced. Every face beamed a smile as they hovered around him.

Someone asked if they could take pictures with their phones. Colt smilingly agreed. They took a picture of him with their entire team, and then with each girl individually.

The football team was preparing to come back on the field, so we took our leave, but not before she gave Colt a hug, and me a HUGE hug. While still holding me, she looked up at me, and said, "Thank you! You are the best!"

"So I've been told." With that, I winked one more time, and went back to our seats.

The picture of him with the squad made the next-day news broadcasts.

Near the end of her senior year, Colt had booked a concert at my university, and had two front-row tickets sent to me with a note, "Looking forward to seeing Claire and you again!" Claire was over-the-top excited. She couldn't wait to let her friends know. There was quite a buzz going on about her at school. Colt was very popular, and Colt's knowing who she was drove her popularity up a notch or two higher.

Colt walked on stage to a rousing cheer. Once center stage, he looked down at us in the front row, smiled and pointed at us both, then snapped to attention and saluted me, which I returned.

"Before I get started," Colt announced, "I want to bring some folks up on stage... very special friends of mine. Trent, would you and Claire please come up and join me?" Claire's eyes got big, and she squeezed my arm. I stood, took her hand, and walked with her in tow to the stairs at the side of the stage. We walked up the stairs and across the stage to Colt. I stood next to him, and he extended his arms out to give me a strong embrace. We stood there for long moments, hugging and patting each other on the back. The embrace ended, and he kept his arm across my shoulders as he turned to the audience. "I owe my life to this man." The crowd quieted down to hear what he was going to say next. "Seriously, I owe it to this Marine. He saved my life in Afghanistan. I will leave the details to him because I know that he just felt that he was only doing his duty. Yeah, that's what he told me back then. Just doing his duty. Folks, know that if he didn't do what he did, I would not be here tonight to entertain you. Trent, I love you, brother. Semper Fi!" We embraced again, then took one step away from each other, snapped to attention, and saluted each other. His band mates began playing the Marine Corps Hymn.

He hugged me, then hugged Claire, and we began walking off the stage. There was thunderous applause as Claire and I returned to our seats.

Colt and I had made arrangements for him to stay with me at my two-bedroom apartment that night. After the show, he grabbed his 'ditty bag' (overnight bag to civilians) from their bus, met Claire and me in the theater foyer, and hit the road. We drove to a restaurant that was popular with Claire's crowd. Colt wanted to do something really nice for her by letting her be seen with him in her neck of the woods. Of course, it worked. Many of her schoolmates were there, and the word spread like wildfire at school the next day. Claire said that she got stopped all day long. Even some of her teachers queried her about how she knew Colt. However, one teacher who attended the concert asked her how I saved Colt's life. Claire responded that she didn't know. Her friend Trent (me) didn't talk about Afghanistan to her much at all. She asked me about what happened when she saw me that evening. I said that someday I would share it with her, but that I'd like to spare her the details for now.

"I didn't think that you did anything dangerous," she said.

"That's because I didn't want you to think that I was in any danger," I replied. "Claire, you were only fourteen. I cared enough about you to not stress you out. You had a life that required your attention. You needed to focus on having as nice a life as you could as you entered adulthood. What's important is that I kept my wits about me to know what to do when I needed to do it."

"I'm so glad that you came back okay," she said, looking up at me as she sat next to me with my arm around her shoulders.

'Yeah, I am, too," I said as I drew her closer to me, and then kissed her on her forehead.

She smiled, and batted those long lashes that graced her very-green eyes.

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Her brother Mike had graduated from his out-of-state college, and took a job in that college's city, so he was permanently transplanted. He came home from time to time, and the three of us would spend time together in our usual fishing activities and just hanging out. Mike saw what was clearly a relationship growing between Claire and me, and told me one evening that he knew that, if her and my relationship grew into something more, he trusted me completely to be a good man with her. I appreciated that coming from him.

Claire graduated from high school, and began at the same university that I was attending, studying mathematics and early childhood education. She was then eighteen, now safely of dating age in my opinion, and in her opinion, too. We spent a lot of time together at the university, but I always honored her pledge about sex. I saw no reason not to. I had enough sex with Colt's then-wife Julia that. While I yearned for it from time to time, I could go without. More so, I didn't want to crush Claire's trust in me. We did begin holding hands, putting our arms around each other, and occasionally kissing in an appropriate way... wholesome affection. But I always felt the need to show restraint. She was becoming so very dear to me, and more and more beautiful in a womanly way.

We had her parents' blessing to see each other. I respected their trust in me to take care of their girl.

My family loved her to pieces, and warned me to be good to her, or else.

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When Claire began college, I began my third year. While we were both in college, Colt would find time off here and there, and would fly out to stay a few days with me. Of course, Claire would tag along with me. Colt could see what she meant to me, and what I meant to her.

In the middle of my senior year, Colt was in town, staying with me. We were relaxing in my front room, enjoying a couple of beers. "Trent, I envy you. I can only wish that Julia and I had what you two have between you. This is very, very fine stuff."

"Colt, I'm not sure exactly where we are, but it is definitely in the love zone, and it's deep-rooted, having grown for many years."

"All the difference in the world, my friend. All the difference in the world," he said somewhat quietly. "I will tell you this... that girl absolutely worships the ground that you walk on! She is stunningly beautiful, Trent. And her personality is off-the-charts adorable."

"Thanks, Colt. I'm blessed by her presence in my life."

"Does she know about that fire fight in Afghanistan?" he asked.

"Well, she asked in a roundabout way. But I told her that I'd need to find the right time to share that little piece of nightmare with her."

"Understood," he acknowledged. "Semper Fi, Devil Dog."

"Semper Fi, Leatherneck."

"You two haven't yet consummated your love for each other, have you?" he boldly asked with a slight grin on his face.

"Not yet. She wishes to save it for marriage, and I wish to honor that wish. She means that much to me. On that note, not to churn any tough memories up, but I wanted to thank you for those nights that you and Julia shared with me. I learned a lot that I'll be able to gently share with Claire if she says "Yes" when I propose to her."

"You better ask her! Are you going to pop the question any time soon?" Colt asked.

"Not until I get a job offer, which could be soon. The interviews have already begun, and I'm getting a lot of interest. I am very near the top of my class. But, Colt, I'd like you to be my best man if and when that happens."

"Man, I'd be honored! I am honored that you'd even ask! But don't feel obligated. She has a brother that you used to be best friends with. Are you sure?" he queried.

"You are MY brother, Colt... a brother of a different sort, but a brother nevertheless."

"Yes, I would be honored to stand with you, my brother!"

"I will say," he continued, "that, from what I see of her, you are going to probably have the honeymoon to beat all. She's drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Have you heard anything from Julia over the years?" I asked.

"Yeah, but for nothing more than to want forgiveness. As you pointed out before we asked you to join us in bed, the rules were not to be broken. We had that one rule that she broke. I was to be there for every 'adventure', not just so that I could enjoy it, too, but as protection of our marriage. It's when one sneaks around that any trust in the marriage is shattered. Well, maybe we fucked a couple of times afterwards when I was passing through our hometown, but only because it made her feel better, thinking that it was my way of forgiving her. Hell, I forgave her that very day that you saved my life. She truly didn't need to worry herself about it, but I don't have any qualms about letting her suffer a little. And I had not forgotten just how good she could fuck. It didn't hurt either of us to take a dip in that pool again. Then she got remarried, so I cut that out. Principles. I didn't stand for her breaking our hard-fast rule about cheating, and I wanted no part of helping her cheat on another man."

"No offense, Colt, but I haven't forgotten how good she was, either!" I said with a shit-eating grin. He threw a couch pillow at me. I deflected the pillow, and went on, "I've been meaning to ask you, though. What was in it for you to let Julia have sex with another man?"

"Hard to explain, Trent. Initially, back in high school, after we gave each other our virginity and had been fucking for several months, a random thought popped into my mind about what it would have been like knowing that she had fucked somebody before we fucked... or, worse, if she was fucking somebody else on the side while she and I were doing it. A very random though, but just imagining it happening seemed to do something to me, drying my mouth out, and giving me a hard-on. That train of thought popped into my mind more and more frequently, always with the same affect. I got the courage up to share with Julia what was going on in my mind. Rather than her getting pissed at me, she said that she would be willing to do that with me if that's what I wanted. I wasn't really expecting that answer, but it gave me something to think about. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, making it more of an obsession."

"She wouldn't bring it up, but whenever I did, she seemed to get horny. Then, out of the clear blue, when we were fucking, she started talking to me about what if I were some other boy. I came hard and quickly after she started that sex talk. When we were resting in the afterglow, she smiled and said, "Wow, that was really something. I don't think that you ever came that hard before!" She was right. Then she asked if that was something that I was thinking that I wanted. I told her that I had to figure that part out. "Well, when you do figure it out, if you need me to fuck another boy, we could do it." As soon as she said that, my cock began to stiffen again, and she and I both knew that that's where it was going to go... fucking some other guy. I also put that newfound hard-on to use right then and there. She knew that I was hooked on the idea, and she was too, knowing that she, too, enjoyed the benefits of the overdrive that it shifted me in to."

"What I came to surmise is that she and I were virgins when we met, so neither of us had experienced any others. We were so deeply in love with each other by then, and making plans to get married right after high school. We began to talk openly about maybe having some kind of sexual experience before we were locked into the vows of exclusivity in marriage. We were both excited about the prospect of having experimental sex. When I started talking about bringing a girl into the picture, she seemed to cool down on the idea a bit. I realized that this was likely going to be a one-sided proposition, but I was fine with that. I was more interested and curious to see how it would be to see another guy with his cock in her than I was to try sex with another girl. She seemed to also be going in that direction. I could see how it turned her on, too."

"We figured out a plan of finding a guy who already had a very steady girlfriend. It meant encouraging him to betray his girl, but that was part of the safety mechanism. We knew that he wouldn't tell a soul for fear of his girl finding out. We knew just the guy. He was a very good friend of ours who we knew had been faithful to his relationship with his girl. We found a way to get him alone for an evening through Julia chatting with his girl to see what plans she had for the weekends ahead. Julia found one where she was heading out of town with her family, leaving him behind and alone. We picked the Friday night, the day that the girlfriend left with her family, thinking that, if Friday didn't work out for some reason, we had Saturday to fall back on."

"Prior to that weekend, Julia and I had an opportunity to get him in a conversation when his girl wasn't around so that he wouldn't make any conflicting plans. We felt him out, asking him questions, just like we vetted you. We told him what was on our minds, and why. He said that he understood completely. We also told him, though, that he would have to keep his trap shut if he had any hopes of us asking him back if we decided to do it again, and also spelling out that it would likely mean the end of his relationship, too, if word got out. He definitely understood that. Besides, while Julia found him to be on the attractive side, she was more attractive than his girl was."

"To say the least, all three of us were nervous that first time. But we each snuck some vodka out of each of our parents' liquor cabinets so that no one kid's parents would be alarmed to see a lot gone from their stash. With some booze in us, the evening flowed. And it was awkwardly erotic. Julia went out of her mind when he first entered her, and my mind went into overload that I was witnessing another guy sliding his cock into her vagina. She appeared to be liking it greatly. He liked it, too. Julia was on the pill, so she let him cum in her. That sent her over the top, and made my head spin. I had just witnessed what I had only imagined up to this point. My fantasy became reality, and I liked it. I was hooked from that point on. Julia was, too. We both continued to occasionally experiment with that same boy, and he was always willing."

"We graduated, got married, and began pursuing our careers. Julia was an administrative person, having taken several business skill classes in high school. I began playing music professionally wherever I could, and got more into writing music, too. It didn't take long before we began talking about continuing our experimentation even though we were married. We were both agreeable to it because it brought so much sexual energy to our lives."

"We did set some hard and fast ground rules up, the most important being that there would be no sneaking around, and the second most important being when one of us decided that he or she was done with it, that meant stop. We were getting on just fine with the rules, and adhering to them until we got deployed. Julia just didn't think that she could go any longer without the joys of sex, and did it behind my back. The crazy thing is that, had she asked me, I probably would have given my permission. But the fact is that she broke that one rule that was the most important. And that broke our marriage."

"Let me give you some advice, Trent. You have a very sweet, pure girl in your life. If you don't ever wish to go down that road, don't ever dwell on the thoughts that sent me on that path. They will possess you. If you do decide to try, do not break her heart. You are her everything. I can see that. She trusts you completely. That doesn't mean that you should not go down that road. It means that, if you feel that you'd like to try, you must have a compelling reason. You must make her feel like she is the most valuable thing in the world, and that you are doing it for her pleasure more than for yours."

"Also, at the risk of appearing self-serving, if you do ponder that path, please, please, please let me know. If I can be of help, I will. Yes, with the sex part. She's more beautiful than any woman that I've ever been with, and, mind you, since fame found me, there have been more than a few. It would be an honor to be her first 'other'. Not only that, but I care for her, and would only want her to feel comfortable, and for her first to be with someone who deeply cares enough for her to make it good for her. She is just so adorable that I could not bear the thought of some debauched cockhound taking meaningless advantage of what should be a sweet occasion for a sweet woman."

"More so, because I am eternally indebted to you for wasting those two Taliban bastards, I would never be able to bring myself to take advantage of either of you, or to allow her to cheat on you."

Wow! That came out of nowhere! I don't think it was the beer that was numbing my brain, it was Colt's suggestion that stunned me. I had never thought about any of that, nor did I think that I ever wanted to.

"Uh, well.... to be honest, I had not ever thought of that, Colt. I'm not sure that I ever would have thought of it."

"Well, I just wasn't sure where you were on that, Trent, because you had the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of it, and you saw how much we all enjoyed it. I wasn't sure if that bug crawled under your skin and stayed there, or not."

"Don't think I'm offended, Colt. I'm not. Just a little surprised. Actually, I trust and value your honor, and, in a strange way, feel honored that you would be so caring as to ask. All that I can say at this time is that I'm not thinking about it, and I don't think that she would ever go for that. But I can't predict the future. Know that, if we ever find ourselves at such a point, you would certainly be the one that I would call. She is tremendously fond of you."

"Then we shall leave it at that, Trent."

And we did.

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Offers of employment began pouring in, many with banks, and even more from investment firms. I sorted and sifted, weighed and pondered. I settled on a very good offer from an investment firm in the city. I didn't really want to be trapped in the rigid confines of a bank, and had developed a strong interest in investment advisory.

I turned twenty-six that July, and she had just turned twenty in late May. I secured my job in late April, and surreptitiously asked her parents for Claire's hand in marriage. They gave me a resounding, "Yes," and broke into tears. Her dad stood, and I also rose out of my chair. He gave me a bear hug, and said, "We'd love for you to be part of our family, not that you already haven't been for all of these years!"

They agreed to keep quiet about it until I asked Claire. It was on her birthday that I asked her to marry me. She threw her arms around my neck, broke into tears, and said, "Yes!" Even though we had been friends for so, so many years, I found myself so incredibly lucky to have someone as beautiful as she was to marry me.

Claire is 5'7", with a slender, very shapely (she works out regularly) 105-pound body; a supermodel face with a graceful, narrow nose; dark blonde hair that is cropped and curled in at her shoulders; and big, magnificent, green eyes. Her full-lipped smile captivates everyone's attention. She walks with such poise that she lights every room up that she enters. I didn't know at the time what her breast size was, but they were some of the shapeliest around. Not too big, but very, very shapely.

Our engagement period was wonderful. We were inseparable except when it came time to say, "Good night," but we always said it with a nice, loving kiss and embrace. Then I would go home and take care of myself. I sometimes fantasized about Claire, but sometimes also fantasized about Julia, remembering her lovely body, and the way she used it when fucking.

The wedding was magnificent. Colt was my best man. He was so attached to us that he funded the entire wedding as his gift to us. He had definitely made it bigger than big in country music, and made our wedding celebration bigger than big, too. It was quite the talk of the town for him to be there.

When the organ began blasting "Here comes the bride," the sight of her in that exquisite dress (Colt made sure that she had the best from the nearby city) truly took my breath away. I was just hoping that there were enough cameras to capture this beautiful woman walking down the aisle with her dad. Her veil was over her face, but I could clearly see her smile. And I could detect those dazzling green eyes of hers locking onto mine. When her veil was peeled back, radiance emanated outward.

The minister, having known Claire his whole life, and coming to know me as a very caring man, was moist-eyed as he officiated. That brought many in the congregation to the brink of tears, too. My eyes were misty, and I could only smile at the beautiful woman standing beside me. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest when the minister introduced us to the guests as "Mr. and Mrs. Trenton Manning." I was deeply in love with Mrs. Trenton Manning.

Our reception was held at the most exquisite hotel in the nearby city. Colt gave a wonderful toast to the both of us, and lavished adoring praises on Claire. Topping it off was that he and his band entertained our guests at the reception, playing pop music, some blues, and country music that included many of his hits. He drew a crowd of passersby out in the hallway as they stopped to listen to THE Colt Hayes.

Later in the evening, he stepped down from the stage during one of the slow western instrumentals, walked over to us as we danced on the floor, tapped me on the shoulder, and politely asked if he could cut in. I smiled at him, then at her, and offered her hand to him as I stepped away. She looked so happy, dancing with her dear friend Colt.

Our wedding night was very tender. She still had no idea that I had fucked another woman. She never asked, and I never told. But I knew that she had not ever been with another man, so I went slowly and patiently with her. And I just went for the traditional missionary way. I assumed that it was the way that she'd always heard it should be.

She wasn't that nervous, but I actually found myself to be. I knew how to have sex, and to do it well. I just didn't want to overplay it, not knowing what her expectations were. We took it slowly. I hardly took my eyes away from hers as she looked up at me with the purest of pure smiles. I leaned over to kiss her, and took it to the next level. She responded just fine, meeting my kisses with the same kissing, gently probing each other's lips and tongues with our tongues.

In little time, her kissing became more deliberate and passionate, and she let out little sighs. I moved my kissing to her left cheek, down the side of her face, and onto the side of her neck. She closed her eyes, and began breathing deeply.

I wrapped my arms around her, and held her to me tightly. She pressed the side of her face into my chest. I then noticed that she was lightly sobbing. I asked what was wrong. "Nothing's wrong, silly," she said through misty eyes and a tear that trickled down her cheek. "Everything's right! You have no idea as to how much I dreamed of being with you!"

'Ummmm, from the very first time that we met?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes!!! You knew! You knew all that time! And yet, you never once took advantage of my silly crush. You were decent, patient, kind, and gentle with me as a kid, taking me under your wing, and always letting me feel welcome in your life. I know that it was 'puppy love' back then, but it grew into real love, so I did love you all of those years. And it grew so strong when you were away on deployment. I never told you that I was a wreck, but I was. I prayed every day to God to watch over you. And he did! He answered my prayers, and you are the answer to my prayers and my dreams. Trent, it's only officially been just a few hours, but I am loving being your wife already."

I sat on the edge of the bed, and coaxed her down onto my lap. Her wedding gown made a rustling sound as she settled onto my thighs. With her facing me on my lap, my arms around her waist, and her arms around my neck, we gently kissed.

"Claire, you make me so happy. I do love you more than mere words could ever express. You are a Godsend to me. I will always be here for you. Would you like me to make love to you now?"

"I would, Trent, yes! But I don't have any experience, as you know, so please be understanding and, again, patient, kind, and gentle. Show me what to do, and I'll do it."

"Well, it would be very helpful for me to know what you do know. Let me ask, and please don't be too embarrassed to answer, okay?"

She nodded.

"I know that you and your family are very religious, and likely have kept your hands firmly on the wheel so that you don't veer off of the straight and narrow. Have you ever read any erotic literature?" A 'no' shake of the head.

"Have you ever seen people engaged in sex at all?" And another 'no' shake. "Not in real life," she explained.

"Then you have seen videos of people engaged in sex?" A positive nod.

"Okay, that's a start. Were they educational videos, or pornography? Don't feel ashamed or embarrassed."

"Pornography. I asked one of my girlfriends... Cindy... I know that she has sex with her boyfriend... to help me learn how to do sex, and that's what she showed me. I felt uncomfortable watching it. It went against everything that I knew and believed in growing up, but I just had to know so that I could make you happy."

"Okay, that's getting somewhere. Then you probably saw a lot... that there are different ways... or positions... that a man and a woman can couple, and different ways to make each other feel good. You've probably heard of 'oral'. Share with me all of what you saw?"

"Okay. There were a man and woman doing it the traditional way with her on her back, and with him over her and between her legs; then they got on their knees, and he was behind her; and then she sat on top of him while he was on his back. There was a part where he was sitting on a couch, and she was in his lap, at first facing him, and then facing away from him toward the camera."

"Well, you saw quite a variety. The traditional way is called 'Missionary', the one on their knees is called 'Doggie', the one with him on his back and her sitting on top is called 'Cowgirl'. If she was facing his feet, that's 'Reverse Cowgirl'. I don't know what they call the lap ones."

"How do you know these?" she asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"From the Halls of Montezuma," I began singing, which evoked a little laugh from her.

"Of course!" she said. "How could I not know that!"

"Did the video show any oral?" A positive nod.

"Who was doing the oral?" I queried.

"I saw both."

"What were your thoughts when you saw that, Claire?"

"I don't know. I'm still not sure what that's about. I mean, it must give them some pleasure."

I shared, "For many people, it does. But not everybody wants to do it."

"Did you ever do it?" she asked.

"Well...," not knowing what to say.

"Trent, it's okay. I'm not experienced, but I'm realistic. You are older than me, and matured way before I did. You were a man, all by yourself out in California, surrounded by adults when I was just a brand new teenager. I get it, and I'm okay. Even though we weren't boyfriend/girlfriend, I just hoped that you wouldn't find someone else. I prayed about that, too. I wanted you in my life so, so much."

"How I love you!" I replied.

"You didn't answer my question, husband!"

"Yes, Claire. I had someone teach me how to please a woman, something that I would love to share with you. And while I'm not all that big on receiving oral, I love giving it to a woman. I love watching how it turns her on."

"And I want to learn, Trenton. I really do."

"Well, we're making progress, Claire. And we have a lifetime to learn more about each other. I think that what is important is to be attentive to each other, to feel free to communicate to each other what makes us feel good, what doesn't feel good, and not to be offended if either is told that the other is uncomfortable with something. It's okay to have a comfort zone, and sometimes it's okay to venture out of that zone for a change, and always welcome to step back into the zone. I think we can move ahead, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Well, I need to first ask about birth control. Are you on the pill?"

"Yes. I secretly started last month. My family doesn't believe in the pill, and I have to wonder why there are only two kids in our family. We really never talked about it. My girlfriend, the same one that showed the video to me, helped me with getting the pills."

"Then I think that you and I are ready to make love. I suggest that we first remove our clothes. Please allow me to help you with yours first?" She smiled, nodded her consent, and stood up. It took awhile to find all of the buttons, zippers, and clasps of her wedding gown.

After what seemed like an eternity, Claire was down to only her panties and bra. I smiled, and asked, "Are you ready?" She lightly laughed, nodded, and said, "Yes."

I reached around her, unclasped her bra, and gently pulled it from over her shoulders. My first sight of her breasts was amazing. They were perfectly sized and firmly shaped, with half-dollar sized areolas, and nipples the size of small pencil erasers. I began to gently caress them. She shuddered a little, and sighed. I didn't want to stop touching them, but I also knew that I would have the whole night.

I dropped to one knee, reached for the band of her underwear, and slowly slid them down over her hips, stopping momentarily when her pussy was fully in view. I leaned forward and kissed in the area between her navel and the top of her neatly groomed bush. She put her hands on the sides of my head, and held me there. I lightly licked her. She let out a slight moan.

Her panties easily dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of them. I picked them up, and handed them to her. She took them, looked down at them, then tossed them onto a chair in the corner of our hotel room.

I stood up, stepped back, and momentarily stood there, admiring the exquisite lines, curves, and symmetries of her perfect body. She smiled. 'You like?"

"I love!"

"Okay now, my husband," my naked wife said to me, "it's my turn to unwrap my wedding present!"

I held my arms out to my side, and replied, "It's all yours!"

She sauntered over to me, freed me of my coat, and then my tie. She continued until I was down to my boxer briefs. She stepped back, and admired the bulge that had swelled in the front of my briefs. "Is that what I think it is?" she giggled.

"It has to be, Gorgeous. That's all that I have down there. And it's all yours. Finish unwrapping."

She pulled my briefs down, and my cock sprung out. She took a few moments to gaze at it, then asked, "May I just feel it for a while?"

"Please do, Claire. I want you so badly!"

She began caressing my stiff cock, then fondling it. I took her hand, and began to show her how to wrap her fingers around it, and pump it. She couldn't take her gaze from it. "I've never seen a real one before, Trent. This is amazing to me. I just want to admire it."

I reached up to take her chin in my hands, lifted her face to mine, and began a long, passionate kiss to which she responded in kind. I stepped closer so to press my naked body against hers. Her breasts felt good against my chest. My cock felt good sandwiched between us, pressing against her lower belly, her hand in between my stomach and cock so that she could press it into her belly.

Taking her other hand, I guided her over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, and lightly pulled her down onto my lap. It felt so good to have her naked body sitting on me. Our arms were wrapped around each other with our hands moving over each other's body as we resumed our kissing.

After a few minutes of this, I shifted my body so as to slide her off my lap and onto the bed so that she was sitting up. I stood up in front of her, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her backwards to lie down. The sight of her lying back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge onto the floor was indescribably erotic.

I got on my knees in front of her, and began moving her legs apart. She took the suggestion, and moved them apart on her own, opening herself up for me. The sight of her vagina made my cock begin bobbing.

"I know that you are undecided about oral, Claire. It's often more pleasurable for a woman to receive it than to give it. I'd like to try it if you are up to it."

"Let's try it," she smiled at me.

I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then began leaning forward. She moved her legs farther apart to accommodate my approach to her pussy. As I neared her pussy, I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of the sweetest pussy that I could ever imagine that existed.

I lifted her knees up and outward to open her pussy up more, leaned in, stuck my tongue out, and began caressing up and down the channel of her pussy. My first taste of her pussy was so enjoyable. She was fresh and sweet-smelling.

She flinched and shivered, and I kept licking, lightly at first, but applying more pressure at her vaginal opening so to probe slightly with my tongue, and then moved up her channel to her clitoris. She flinched again when the tip of my tongue hit the nub of her clitoris.

"Is this okay for you, Babe?" I asked.

I heard a breathless, "Yes! Yes, I think that I like it! Are you liking it?"

"I'm loving it. And you just let me know when you want me to quit, okay?"

"Don't quit! I like how it makes me feel!"

I continued my probing of her vaginal opening and clit, going back and forth repeatedly. "Trent, I'm feeling tingly down there. I think that's supposed to happen?"

"I think that you are building up to an orgasm, Claire," I said.

"Oh, my lord. It's feeling so good. Please do it more!"

I licked and probed feverishly now, going up and down her pussy rapidly. I next felt her thighs clamping the sides of my head, trapping me with my mouth pressed against her pussy, and my tongue deep in her hole. Her body began spasming, her pelvis bucking against my face, and her legs opened and closed on my head.

"Trent! Trent! That feels good! Oh, my! Oh, my! Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Trent, you're making me have an orgasm! Don't stop, Trent. Don't stop! Oh, Trent, this is so good! Trent! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she moaned over and over.

I had to work hard to keep my mouth pressed against her pussy. She orgasmed for about twenty to thirty seconds. I was so happy to see that her first one was earth-shaking.

The tremors in her body subsided, and she looked almost catatonic. I moved up and sat on the bed next to her, looking down over her body. Her eyes were closed, making her look like she was in a peaceful sleep. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath. I caressed her cheek, and she turned her face to kiss my hand.

"How are you feeling, Sweetheart?

"I don't know how I'm feeling exactly. Tingly, relaxed, excited, electrical, like I just ran five miles. My goodness, Trent, where has that been all of my life?"

"It's always been there, Claire... just tucked away for us. But you didn't use it up. There's much, much more where that came from. And we're just getting started. There's a lovely night ahead of us."

"How can there be much more of THAT tonight?! That was so intense! It feels like everything left my body!"

"Well, good. It's supposed to feel like that. You had a wonderful first orgasm. Believe me, though... you'll have more tonight. Women are wired like that."

"Good! I want more of that!" she exclaimed with a big smile.

She was now looking at me. "What about you? You didn't orgasm."

"That will come soon enough. Right now, I will be happy just to show you some pleasant things. Let's first let you relax and recharge your batteries for your next orgasm."

Claire sighed, "Okay."

I had her move up and center herself on the king-sized bed, and propped myself on my side beside her. For the next half hour or so, I lightly caressed her breasts, her cheeks, her neck, her tummy, and eventually began lightly twirling the dark blonde hairs (a true blonde!) of her neatly groomed, soft tuft above her pussy.

My fingers roamed down between her legs to 'diddle' her clit and pussy. She spread her legs a little to give me better access.

"So," I asked, "do you think that you like oral?"

"Absolutely! At least that oral. We'll need to try the other kind for you sometime when I think that I'm ready for it."

"Fair enough," I said. "In the meantime, you can have all from me that you want. It's referred to as 'going down on you' and as 'giving head'."

She nodded her head. "Got it. Going down on me. I like you going down on me!"

I began to now finger her more earnestly, and she began to move her pelvis in rhythm with my finger thrusting in and out of her pussy.

"I'm embarrassed to tell you, but there have been some times when I put my finger inside myself to see what it felt like."

"And how did it feel?" I asked.

"Good. It felt good. But I just didn't have a good feeling about it. All my life, I heard that sex was only for between a husband and a wife. Anything else is sinful. So, I didn't do it much at all."

"Well, Sweetheart, if I tell you that I would like to see you do that, it then becomes between a husband and a wife, so you should be okay, right?" I posed.

"Well, yes, I suppose so. Do you want me to do it now?"

I chuckled, "No, we can save that for another time. Let me do it for you right now since I've already started."

"Okay," she softly said.

Her hips became more animated as she thrusted back at my fingers. After many minutes of light fingering, I drove my fingers deeper into her as I worked them inside of her, probing all the way up into her until I found her cervix. When I began massaging it, she emitted a loud "OHHHHHH!" and exploded into another orgasm, grabbing my hand and pushing my palm harder onto her clit as she thrust her clit against it.

She just lay there, relaxed, but still breathing deeply. Minutes later, her breathing returned to normal, and she uttered, "You're right, Trent! There is more where that came from. And I have a lifetime to enjoy those! I can't wait!"

"You won't have to wait long, Claire. Once you recharge again, I have one more thing to show you tonight where we both orgasm. It's what we both so patiently waited for over many years."

"We're going to have sex?"

"Yes. To spice it up, though, people tend to use that vulgar word 'fuck'. It's a crude word, but it inexplicably conjures up something within us that drives us to want very hot, passionate sex."

"I'll likely have a hard time with that one, Trent. That's such a crude word."

"It is, I admit... it's crude. But it's just one word to say the same thing that people take a whole phrase to say. It's only to be used privately between us when we have sex in mind, though. We can't ever use it in public for fear that it would get back to our church community. I'll tell you what... I'll use it a few times to get you accustomed to hearing it, and then we'll see if it does anything for us, okay?"

"Fair enough," she replied.

"Okay, then. My manhood... also referred to as my 'cock'... is aching because it's been standing at attention all night, putting a strain on my groin. There is nothing that I want more right now than to fuck you to another mind-blowing orgasm, Claire!"

"Okay, I see what you mean. That kind of worked...'fuck'. We can say 'fuck'. And right now, I want you to fuck me, Trent."

I leaned over to briefly kiss her lips. I felt her vagina again to see if it was wet enough to take me. She was moist, but, to be sure that she experienced as little discomfort as possible for her first time, I walked over to my ditty bag, withdrew some lubricant, and returned to the bed. She saw the tube in my hand, and mouthed, "Thank you."

I squeezed some onto my fingers, and smeared it all over my cock. I then applied more to my fingers, and rubbed it around her vaginal opening. "Mmmmmm, this is going to be good," Claire cooed. I leaned over to kiss her again.

I moved to position myself between her legs as she spread her knees apart, and propped myself over her body. I looked into her face, and saw that she sported a big grin. "Something amusing?" I asked.

"No, just loving how you are treating me as your lover... and looking so forward to this part. I think that I'm going to love being your lover."

I lowered my body down so that the tip of my cock was an inch or two from her vaginal opening. I asked, "Would you like to guide it into you?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," she nodded. She reached down to take hold of my dick, and lightly drew me down until the head nestled in her gash at the opening. She closed her eyes, began rubbing the tip of my cock around her opening a few times, then drew me down farther so that the tip was now pressing into her opening. I took it from there, gently pressing into her channel.

"Okay?" I asked. She nodded, and whispered, "Okay." I slowly, gently continue to push my cock deeper into her. I met 'the resistance', and her eyes opened abruptly, staring into mine. "Okay," she said again.

With that, I pressed harder, and the head of my cock slid through her maidenhead. Continuing to stare into my eyes, she flinched lightly, and said once again, "Okay."

I continued to push into her until I felt my pubic bone resting against hers. I could feel her cervix pressing against my cock. I held it there for a few moments so to allow her to adjust to it.

Brandishing a coy smile on her face, and still looking deeply into my eyes, she said, "Let's fuck!"

Marriage rule number one.... happy wife, happy life. I began fucking her.

I went slowly just to make sure that she was comfortable enough to continue. "How are you doing, Sweetheart?"

"I'm okay, Trent. It felt like a little pinch, but it's becoming quite a nice sensation, feeling your penis... your cock... sliding in and out of me."

"Your pussy is feeling so good around my cock, Claire. Looking down at you is so erotic! Did you know that you are such a sexy woman?"

"I never thought of myself in that way, but if you say that I'm sexy, then I am sexy. And you are, too! Fucking is a sexy thing, isn't it?"

"It is, Claire. It is. And I'm going to fuck you every chance that I get."

She closed her eyes, and sighed as I plunged in and out of her. Her breasts undulated with each thrust.

"If you ever feel like fucking me back, you can always move your hips like you did when I was fingering you. That helps to get some of the fucking motion to stimulate your clitoris, helping you to cum... to orgasm."

"Cum? I like 'cum'. I want to cum!" she said, and began pumping her pelvis back at me to meet my thrust.

I lowered my torso down onto hers, and passionately kissed her. Our tongues were darting in and out of each other's mouth. I used one of my hands to caress up and down the side of her body from her hips to her cheek.

With my lips pressed against hers, she began to moan. I could feel the vibrations coming up through her throat. Her kissing became frantic, and her hips bucked harder. I responded by driving my cock home with slightly more force.

Her moaning became louder and nonstop, and her breathing became strained.

Suddenly, she pulled her head to the side, and let out a loud, gasping moan. "Trent! Trent, I'm going to cum! Fuck me, Babe! Fuck me! Oh, gawd, fuck your bride! UHHH... UHHH... UHHH"... and she came all over my cock. That was all it took to push me over the edge.

My semen barreled up through my cock, and began pumping into her vagina with each hard thrust of my cock deeply into her. I pumped, and I pumped. "Claire, I'm cumming, Babe. I shooting my sperm into you. Gawd, Claire, you feel so good! You are such a great fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Even though I was out of semen, my cock continued to pulsate, and I continued to pump in and out of her as she continued to thrust her hips back up at me.

Our thrusts softened, and slowed until we both ceased our movements.

I pressed my face against her cheek, and felt wetness. I reached up with my hand to caress her cheek, and discovered that she was crying. Propping myself up to look at her, I softly asked, "What's wrong, Claire?"

"Nothing's wrong at all, Trent. Everything is so very right, and I'm just so happy that you love me!!!"

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, and said, "I love you with all my heart, Claire. This is going to be one beautiful marriage!"

"It is, isn't it?" she said through her tears.

"Yes, it is" I reassured her.

I rolled over to lie on my back next to her, and held her hand as I gazed at her wet face as she stared up at the ceiling. She turned her head to look at me, and broke into a very wet, very joyous smile.

"Trent?"

"Yes, Claire?"

"What do we do now?"

"You want more sex?" I said with surprise.

"No... I mean do I let all of your semen just dribble out onto the bed, or do I clean myself?"

"Well, that depends on how hot and lurid you want your sex. But, in this case, I'll go get a towel to clean you up a bit, and then you should shower if you'd like."

"Okay," she softly said as she nodded.

I arose, retrieved a towel from the bathroom, and said, "Let me pamper you, and clean my own mess up." She giggled, nodded her head, and spread her legs.

I dabbed and gently wiped. And I began to get another hard-on, something that had never happened to me so soon after cumming. "Oh, my god," I thought to myself. I'm getting turned on at the sight of cum seeping out of Claire's pussy?? That can't be! Not on our wedding night!" hoping that it wasn't what I hoped that it wasn't. But I did sport a hard-on.

"Claire?"

"Yes, Trent?"

"I think cleaning you off, and getting to look at your beautiful pussy is arousing me."

I rose up on my knees on the bed, showing her my stiffening cock.

"Oh, my! Does that mean that you want to fuck me again? If you do, then I want to fuck you again!"

Enough said. I climbed into position, and we fucked. This time, it lasted a lot longer, allowing me to bring Claire to two orgasms before I unleashed another load of my manjuice into that young pussy.

We showered together, dried each other off, and nakedly collapsed into bed. I cuddled behind, spooning into her. I wrapped my arm around her, and she began caressing my arm. I kissed the side of her face, and she smiled. In no time at all, we drifted off to sleep.

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I was awakened the next morning by a light knock at the door. I put my tux pants on, grabbed a robe from the closet, and went to open the door. We were in a large room (also handled by Colt) so that the bed was not visible from the doorway, so I just let Claire sleep.

I was surprised when I opened the door to a kitchen worker standing next to a cart. "Room service, sir," she smiled.

"Thank you!" I replied. She began to angle the cart towards the door, and I began to pull it in, saying, "My wife's still asleep, so I'll just quietly wheel it in."

"Of course," she said.

"But wait here a moment, please," I said, then went to get a tip for her. Returning, I handed her a $10 bill, and thanked her.

"Thank you, sir!" she said, and walked away as I closed the door.

I quietly pulled the cart into the center of the room, and stopped there. I turned towards the bed, finding her still sleeping, her naked body partially covered by the light blanket on the bed. I could see her gorgeous face so peacefully quiet, while her shoulder, arm, a breast, and a leg were uncovered. I paused for a long moment to fully take in the essence of the first morning with my new wife.

I gently climbed back in bed next to her, and just laid there, watching her sleep. After a few minutes, and not able to contain myself any longer, I began to caress her body just to prove to me that this was not a dream.

She lightly stirred, let a little moan escape, turned her head towards me, opened her eyes to find me gazing at her, smiled, and softly said, "Well, good morning, my husband."

I leaned over, kissed her lips, then replied "Good morning, my wife."

"Do I smell breakfast?" she asked.

"Indeed, you do. Colt had it sent up to us. I suspect that he thinks that we would wake up famished from working out all night," I smilingly said.

"Colt!" Claire nodded with a smile.

She started to move, but I told her to stay put. I wanted to feed her our first breakfast in bed.

"Okay!" she said, and sat up. The blanket fell from her torso onto her lap, and I had to just take the beauty of her breasts in.

"Still liking what you see?" Claire asked.

"Oh, indeed!"

She sat there on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as I offered her food. We ate, and talked, drank juice and coffee, and talked some more. We ate a little bit more, and talked even a little bit more.

"Trent?"

"Yes?"

"Is sex always this good?"

"Sweetheart, our sex is always going to be this good... maybe even better."

"Better? How?"

"Well, we have a lifetime together to talk about that, now, don't we?"

"Yes. I can't wait!"

"Well," I said as I took her coffee cup from her hands and placed it on the cart, "how about if we pick up where we left off last night, then?"

"Yes!!!" Claire smiled. "What should we do next?"

"Doggie," I answered.

"Yes, doggie! On our knees, right?"

"You learn quickly, my dear wife."

She moved to the center of the bed, positioned herself on her hands and knees, looked back at me over her shoulder, and squeaked out a small, "arf, arf," then wiggled her butt. "Yeah, she learns real quickly," I thought to myself.

I got close in behind her, and took a moment to admire that shapely, youthful ass that she probably unknowingly taunted many boys and men with. Hell, she was an amazing twenty-year-old woman... young and 'fresh off the farm'.

I pressed my cock against her pussy, and began undulating it around to get some physical contact and stimulation. It began to rise very quickly. I momentarily inserted my middle finger into her vagina to make sure that she was lubricated enough, and she was.

I slid into her gently in one slow stroke, and I heard, "Mmmmmmmmmm," coming from her. Once I was fully inserted in her, I remained motionless except to caress her ass and back as my cock rested inside her.

She lowered her head, and continued her cooing.

When I began to piston in and out of her, she told me, "Yeah, I think that I like 'doggie'!"

I gripped her hips, and began working myself in and out with a little more earnestness, and she began to move in synchrony with my thrusts, pushing back against me as I drove into her.

I picked up the pace of my thrusting as she picked up the strength of her pushing back onto my cock.

"Uh, uh, uh... mmmmmmm... mmmmmmmm... yes, I like 'doggie'! This feels good!" she moaned.

Both of us became more frantic in our moving until I could feel my orgasm welling up. I slowed the pace a little so to allow her to cum first. I leaned over her, and reached around her waist to find her clit. I began to rub it to stimulate her even more, and she lost it.

"UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! OHHH, OHHHHH, Trrreeennnnnntttt! Oh, fuck me! Fuck meeee!"

She continued to utter her pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her.

I announced my orgasm with "Nnnngghhhhhuuuhhhhh!" as I sprayed my sperm deep within her. I pulled her hips and pussy tightly against my groin as I strained to penetrate deeper into her.

After her orgasm had come and gone, I stopped thrusting, and rested my torso over her back. I could feel her lungs heaving, still breathless from her orgasm. She lightly moaned.

We stayed in that position while my cock softened inside her. It eventually slid out, and my flood of semen came cascading from her pussy onto the sheets, with some of it dripping down the insides of her thighs down towards her knees.

"I like 'doggie', Trent!" she said between deep breaths.

"I can tell, Sweetheart. I like it, too."

She straightened her legs, stretching herself out so to lower herself down onto her tummy on the bed. I went to get another towel to clean her. Again, I marveled at just how perfect her pussy was, and how amazingly good it looked with my cum seeping out of it.

"As much as I'd like to stay in bed with you," I began, "we have to be somewhere later this morning."

"Yes," she groaned, "brunch with our families. Oh god, Trent, how can I face them??? They will all know that we had sex!!!"

"Well, you'll just have to smile even more so they'll all know that you had DAMN good sex, and that you liked it," I said just before the pillow came flying at me.

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They were all waiting at the table for us at the country club. My parents had a membership there, and the clubhouse was famous for their brunches.

As we walked in hand-in-hand, they all began clapping and chinking their spoons against their water glasses to summon a kiss from us. Claire blushed every shade of red. I stopped short of the table, faced her, took her face in my hands, and planted a nice, loving kiss on her lips. She smiled, and gave one back to me.

"Everyone," I spoke up as I turned back to the table, "my wife and I are here!" It sounded so good to me to hear me saying, "My wife." They saved two chairs for us at the middle of the long table. We had been joined by both sets of parents, Mike, my older sister, the minister, and, of course, Colt.

I pulled Claire's chair out for her, seated her, then walked around the table to greet everyone, hugging or shaking hands. When I got to Colt, he extended his hand. I grabbed it and pulled him up to his feet. We stood there for a moment, still clasping each other's hands, just looking at each other's smiles, then embraced in a manly bear hug. "Thank you, brother!" I lightly said.

"Semper Fi, brother!" he answered.

The day gently went by in the company of my family. At times, Claire and I sat out on the porch of my parents' home where I grew up, gliding back and forth in the swing. We went hand-in-hand for a walk in a nearby park. We had a little celebratory champagne a time or two, and then Claire's family, my family, and Colt all had dinner together there at the home... a nicely roasted turkey... finally as one big family. By this time, both families had come to consider Colt as extended family, and he basked in the warmth of that thought. It was a moment to remember.

Claire teared up a time or two during dinner, and I just let everyone know that they were happy tears as I dried her cheeks. She nodded. I looked around the table, and saw that the two mothers were also teary-eyed. I smiled at them, and they, too, nodded.

"Momma, Daddy, Mike... I am so happy!" Mike and her dad then welled up, as did I.

Claire and I returned to our room at the hotel for one more night, and it was another night to remember. More sex. And then more sex. Claire was a natural, something you would not ever expect from a 'holy roller' in a million years. Yes, she loved having sex. Or, maybe more correctly, she loved having sex with me, her long-time love interest.

We left the next day for a week-long stay in Oahu and Maui for our honeymoon. Colt drove us to the airport in my car, and saw us off at curbside. We bear-hugged again. Claire stepped up to him with her arms out for a hug, and said, "Colton!" Colt stepped back in mock annoyance, and said, "Whoa! Nobody calls me Colton, and gets away with it... ever...," then smiled, stepped forward, hugged her, and continued, "except you, my dear. You make it sound so nice."

And we were on our way. The honeymoon went so well. She had never traveled very far in her youth, and then only by car. This was a whole new experience. Cell phone cameras were not as good back then as they eventually became, so I bought her a digital camera to take with us as a small wedding gift from me, and taught her how to use it. She took a ton of pictures of scenery and events. I took a ton of pictures of her magnificent body in alluring poses and various stages of dress.... or 'undress'.

We returned from our honeymoon well-rested from the go, go, go of our wedding events, and were ready to take life on as 'Mr. and Mrs.'.

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Time seemed to slowly pass by as we were enjoying every moment of being Mr. and Mrs., reveling in the company of each other. Even though we had known each other for so long, there was incredibly still so much to talk about. We loved to reminisce about our tender, young, earlier days when she was just a kid, and she had the world's biggest crush on her brother's friend. "You weren't just a boy to me, Trent. Being six years older than me, and me being just a kid, you were a man in my eyes. And you treated me so kindly. It's all your fault that I fell madly and deeply in love with you!" she said with a fake scowl on her face.

Claire continued her studies at the university, working towards her main degree in mathematics, and I began working on my securities licensing. Many evenings were spent quietly at our kitchen table, the both of us studying. She was working towards her undergrad degree, and I was studying for my licensing exams. It was a challenge, though, to just sit there with the love of my life on the other side of the table. We would often touch each other under the table with our feet. Sometimes our feet would 'explore'. There were times when, while exploring, we would glance up at each other, and smile. And there were times when we looked up to find a lustful look in the other's eyes. We'd then just quietly reach across the table to take each other's hand, and walk to our bedroom. Sometimes, we never made it that far.

In no time at all, I had passed all of my national and state securities, insurance, and advisory exams with high grades. I was fully licensed. I continued to secure my certification as a CFP... certified financial planner. My role at the firm progressed quickly. It helped that Colt had entrusted a lot of his funds from his music to my care. My name was now well-known, originally for that, but also for how well my funds management went for customers. I knew my shit.

My portfolio also grew, and I used it to develop and perfect investment strategies. In time, I had developed a targeted investment strategy that was so successful that I reduced it to a written process, and copyrighted it.

My firm took a long, hard look at it, loved it, and wanted to franchise it to all of the firm's offices around the world. We negotiated a royalty deal, and my ship set sail near the end of my second year with the firm.

Claire was amazed to see our portfolio figures grow so rapidly as the royalties came in along with my commissions for the growing number of portfolios that I managed. It went from five digits, to six, and then to seven in no time at all, eventually making it into the eight-digit range several years later. In spite of the wealth that we were amassing, Claire never once flaunted it, remaining very humble about it.

Sooner than I expected, there was talk of me heading up a new office that was going to be opening in our part of town. I got the job, and the town began seeing me in the firm's commercials that I produced. She loved being the wife of a man that people knew and respected. And I loved being that man for her. Everything that I did was for her.

During that time, Claire graduated at the age of 22, and took a teaching job at her church's elementary school. She also began to lobby with the church board and ministry to develop a daycare program for the congregation's and community's working parents, putting her early childhood development education to use. They all liked the idea, and launched a campaign to raise the funds to acquire the needed space, assets, and talent. We hadn't quite yet accumulated considerable wealth at that time, so we weren't thinking that we were in a position to make nearly as much of a cash contribution as it was going to take. But, Claire made a big contribution of her own in the unpaid work that she did to promote this venture.

We grew as a couple. She began to mature in her relationship with me, seeing that I viewed her as my equal in everything. Not that she wasn't confident before, but she now exuded confidence, and she wore it well.

Not only did she get that daycare operation up and running, but the church council put her in charge of it.

Our sex life never flagged. She and I loved our moments together. We made the most of them. And she was just as beautiful inside and out as ever. Whenever she got a twinkle in her eye, she and I made haste to the bedroom. For a 'holy roller', she sure enjoyed getting a little wild in bed. I never tired of her in the least bit.

She drew attention wherever she went, mostly from men, but also from women who felt that they just had to compliment her. She wore very minimal make-up, if any at all, and often did go completely without. She was a natural-born beauty. We'd be out and about, and I'd get the urge to just watch her move and talk, and I'd get the strongest desire to go home to our love nest as quickly as we could.

We broadened our sexual horizons over time, too. She became less and less inhibited about adding some zest to our lovemaking. She learned much about herself, for instance that she was infatuated with outdoor sex, which made sense since we were still very much into fishing, hunting, hiking, and camping. It had something to do with being out in the beauty of nature... and also about the excitement in the risk of being caught in the act. She wasn't an exhibitionist. She didn't want to be seen, but the thrill of getting caught made her heart beat just a little faster. I enjoyed it, too. Strangely, though, I got a little thrill from the thought of someone watching us. I do recall that I did get a bit of thrill from having sex with Julia, knowing that Colt was sitting and watching me screw his wife.

That little recollection conjured up thoughts that I had to put out of my mind as quickly as I could... about the thrill that Colt derived from watching me fuck Julia. It was an uncomfortable train of thought for me because it invariably led to me ending up wondering what I would think if I were to watch Claire with another man. I'd shut it down with the realization that she was too pure of spirit to entertain such a thought. And that line of thinking didn't arise very often, so I didn't think that I was obsessed. I wasn't.

Claire wasn't a vain woman. She knew that people found her to be extremely attractive, but it was nothing that she 'accomplished' in her own right. God blessed her with her beauty, and she remained ever so humbled by that thought. She never used prettiness to take advantage of anybody or anything. I liked seeing her dress up, though. And she saw no harm in dolling up every now and then for special occasions. I did my best to clothe her in the best of the best. She liked this mostly for the attention that I paid to her. Just as everything that I did was for her, she did likewise for me. She dressed up for me. And we'd then go home to make passionate love.

Even in her everyday clothes, she was a stand-out. There were times, while out and about, that I'd get a little distance from her, then just look around to see everyone noticing her and spending long moments gazing at her. She never noticed.

The close-fitting shorts that she wore accented her magnificently-shaped ass and perfect legs. I think that her shorts gave me the most rise in my manhood. She was smoking hot.

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Colt's star was shining brightly, even brighter than before. He was having such great success, and we still kept in touch regularly. Claire would always chat with him, too, when he and I connected, always calling him "Colton." They had become such dear friends, and it warmed my heart. I loved to see the attention that their friendship brought to her. People were just intrigued with her knowing the world-famous, hottest country star alive. Claire tended to play it down in a very natural way, and it intrigued people even more that she was so humble about it. She and I were the talk of the town... not that we asked for it to happen. It came about because I knew Colt through his ups and downs, thick and thin, and was there for him through it all long before he was famous. I was the one person whom he knew that he could trust for everything, and Claire was an extension of his trust in us. We were his anchor, he'd tell us occasionally.

About three years into our marriage, we received an overnight packet late one afternoon. It was from Colt. I hadn't talked to him in weeks, and was a little concerned about what might be inside. "Whatcha got there, husband?" Claire asked. She still enjoyed occasionally addressing me that way as a reminder to me, and to her, that she loved being my wife.

"I don't know. An overnight from Colt."

She stood next to me as I opened the packet. Inside was a letter and a thick envelope. I opened the envelope, and inside were what appeared to be two tickets to the upcoming Country Music Awards. Colt had already won a multitude of CMA and ACM awards. But why these tickets?

I then read the letter while Claire read it, too, as she leaned her head against my shoulder.

"Hey, you two lovebirds! Great news that I wanted to share before the press lets it out. I have been asked to be the host of this year's CMA awards! You two being my closest and best-ever friends, I would be honored if you would be my guests at this event. I enclosed two vouchers that can be redeemed for front row, center tickets when they come out so that you can see the talent better than anyone, and to be where I can see you better than anyone! Please say that you'll come? Please? Love, Colt."

Claire got her phone out, and began dialing. I just looked at her, and smiled.

She put it on speaker mode, and we heard the other end answer. "Colton, it's Claire!"

"I know that, Lady Claire! I have you in my phone Rolodex, silly."

"Colton, what are you talking about? A Rolodex? Are you talking old-timer stuff to me?" she giggled, making fun of the fact that he is a whopping eight years older than her.

"Well, you just let me get up out of my wheelchair at this old-folks home, and I'll write a letter to you, and enclose a picture of one that I'll cut from my Montgomery Ward catalogue with my scissors, and then paste it to the letter with some glue."

"Colton, we got your packet just now," she cut in. "We are so happy for you! Yes, we'll come! I'm so excited for you!"

"I am, too, Colt. This is great news... but it doesn't come as any surprise to me. Next thing you know is that you'll be starring in movies and TV shows, and then you'll be up for Entertainer of the Year," I added.

We retired to our sofa in the living room while we chatted with Colt. Our phone call lasted for about forty-five minutes or so, with us both chatting away with him on speaker. After we hung up, Claire asked, "How is it that God blessed me with such a wonderful husband who has such a wonderful friend?"

I just kissed her, and she kissed me. Then I kissed her again, and she kissed me again. Then we began pulling each other's clothes off, and we made love right there on the sofa in the middle of the room.

We were interrupted in the midst of it by the chiming of the doorbell. We stopped, looked at each other, and mouthed, "Mom and Dad... dinner!" We scrambled to put our clothes back on, straightened ourselves and the couch up, all the while getting a couple more rings from the doorbell. We answered it together, and they just kind of had a strange look on their faces, wondering what took so long, asking if they were interrupting anything. We smiled at them. Then they looked at each other, and my mom said, "Oh," to my dad. My mom proceeded through the door towards the living room as Claire escorted her in. My dad stopped for just a moment at the door with me, leaned over, and whispered, "Bottle whatever that is, and send some over to us!", grinning as he said it.

My mom stopped in her tracks, turned around, and said, "I heard that! We do just fine, thank you!"

Claire burst into laughter, and gave my mom a big hug, kissing her on the cheek. My mom hugged her back, and said to Claire, "How did you grow up so fast from a little girl into quite the woman, dear?"

We got our jackets, and went out for dinner, returning home later in the evening. As soon as my parents left, we rushed to bed to pick up where we left off.

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It was a gala night at the CMA Awards. Claire was dressed to cause accidents, the kind where people and cars begin colliding into each other. She looked stunning tonight. She had let her dark blonde hair grow over the last couple of years, and was now halfway down her bare shoulder blades. Her hair had been done by one of Colt's entertainer friend's hair-stylists, and showed the perfect curl in the perfect places. Her satiny dress was cut way low in the back, and had a slit up one leg. Her satin high heels matched the color of the dress perfectly.

We weren't celebrities, so we didn't get to walk through the press gauntlet or on any carpet. We were excited, nevertheless. We eventually made our way to our seats... front row, center. I had no idea as to how we got placed there when those seats were for the A-listers and the award nominees. We weren't A-listers, but we were surrounded by them. Claire sat to my right, and to my left was a very attractive meteor of a female country star, shooting quickly across the sky from the unknown to an A-lister in two short years. I knew who she was right away... Meghan Wilkens... and I introduced myself and Claire to her. She was very friendly. She asked me what label I was with. "Oh, I'm not in the music business, I'm in investment advising," I responded. I could see a little puzzlement in her look, so I continued. "Colt and I are very good friends. We met in the Marine Corps."

"Oh, my goodness! Are you the one who saved his life?"

"I suppose I am. At least, he seems to keep telling everyone that," I smiled.

"I am so pleased to meet you! Thank you for your service, Marine!" she added. "And thank you for saving his ass! We all just love him!"

She then leaned forward, and, looking at Claire, said, "Your wife is just so beautiful! Is she in the music business? An actress, maybe? A model!?"

"Thank you for such kind words!" Claire said to Meghan. "I teach, and I run my church's daycare program so that parents can go to work with confidence that their precious little treasures are in loving hands."

"My god, I LOVE your wife! You must think the world of her!" Meghan gushed.

"She IS my world. I love her with all my being. We fell in love over many, many years."

"But I fell in love with him the first time that I saw him." Turning her head to look at me, she asked, "Now, when was that, Trent?" Claire asked with a smile. I just shrugged and smiled, knowing what was coming next. "Oh, yeah... when I was nine." Meghan lost it with a hard, deep laugh. "But I had to wait for him to grow up. He was only six years older than me." Meghan could not contain her laughter.

"Trent... it's Trent, right? Trent, you better not ever let her get away. Ever, you hear me?" Meghan counseled. "Listen, after the event, some of us are getting together in the Emerald Ballroom. I'm sure that Colt and you two are going to be hanging out. Please, please talk Colt into joining us, would you? Please?"

"Meghan (yeah, we were on first-name basis by then), I promise that I'll do what I can. Thank you for the invitation!" I offered.

The lights over the audience then dimmed for the show to begin, Meghan reached over to take my hand and squeeze it, let go, smiled at me, then turned her attention to the stage. I took Claire's hand in mine, squeezed it a little, but did not let go. We smiled at each other, then turned our attention to the stage, too.

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The crowd roared when Colt appeared on stage, and it was all fun and music from that point. Colt had them laughing all through the night. Midway through the evening, Colt received a very prestigious award for his contributions to the country music industry.

As he stood at the podium to accept, he got a serious look on his face, and began, "When entertainers step up here to receive their awards, they graciously express gratitude for those people who were an important part of their success that landed them on this stage. With the permission of the producers, they kindly extended my time for my acceptance speech to let me do what I'm going to do because I know that it will take more time for what I anticipate to be extended applause. I want to introduce the country music world to two people who have been behind, and unknowingly part of, my success. My love for them is boundless. I've never told them, but they are an inspiration behind many of the songs that I've written. He is the Marine who literally saved my life in combat, and she is the woman whom he loves with all of his being, and who loves him beyond compare. Trent and Claire, would you please stand? America, I want to introduce and thank my hero Trent Manning and his beautiful wife, Claire. Please give them a round of applause, would you?"

The house roared. We turned and faced the audience, and they all rose to a standing ovation. Claire leaned into me, holding my arm. Tears began streaming down her face. I reached up to touch the other side of her face, turned her head towards me, and kissed her. The roar got louder. They say that the applause lasted for a good 90 seconds... possibly a record... if such records exist. The entertainers around me shook my hand, and those around Claire hugged her and gave her pecks on her cheeks. The ovation began to subside, and Claire and I sat down. When calm was restored, Colt continued to also thank his producers, etc., then walked off the stage to vacate the podium for the next presenters.

The rest of the event was a blur. I barely remember it. I just remember gazing at my wife who was intently watching the rest of the presentations and performances.

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When the show ended, a stagehand came out to escort us backstage to meet Colt. As we walked back, everyone greeted us and shook our hands.

Colt greeted us with hugs. The first thing that he asked was, "How did I do?"

Claire responded, "Colton, you did wonderfully well!"

"Hit it out of the park, brother!" I said.

"I hope you two aren't mad for surprising you like that," he said.

"Oh, Colton," Claire began, "we've gotten so used to it!" she laughed.

Colt said, "Well, the rest of the night is ours. What would you like to do?"

"Well, Meghan Wilkens sat next to us, and invited the three of us to the Emerald Ballroom where she and some others are partying," Claire replied. "She insisted that you come!"

"Meghan Wilkens? Then let's go. Meghan knows how to party!"

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The party was fun. There were a lot of A-listers there, most of whom I recognized since I mostly listen to county. Meghan swooped over to us, took Claire by the hand, and dragged her away from me to show her off as her new-found friend. She found a group of female singers, and began saying something to them while patting Claire's shoulder. Then they all burst into laughter, including Claire. They all looked over at me, and I raised my glass to them. Claire raised hers, and blew me a kiss, evoking hugs from the other ladies.

Some of the A-listers inquired about the event in Afghanistan, but I politely asked to not have to relive such a nightmare. They all understood and thanked me for my service. I wondered where my wife was, looked around, and saw her on the other side of the ballroom, taking selfies with all of the big names, and the big names were loving it.

Colt came over after much mingling, and reminded me that he had reserved a suite in the hotel... a good arrangement that allowed us to spend some time with him, and to also have our privacy. "Just let me know when you've had enough celebrity for one day," he said smilingly.

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I knew that it had been a long day for Colt, and we'd had plenty of excitement. Since we hadn't seen him in a while, I suggested to Claire that we head to the suite, and spend some time with him. She agreed.

"Colton," she said to him, "do you mind if we have you all to ourselves for a little while tonight?"

"Lady Claire, I do not mind a bit. I was hoping that we could get away from all of these boring people!"

"Colton, that's not nice. And they're anything but boring," she retorted.

"I know that, Claire. Just kidding. They're all great folks. I love 'em all." With that, he offered her his arm, and she wrapped hers in his as we all headed out of the party, saying our goodbyes on the way out.

When the elevator opened, we stepped inside, and turned around with Claire in the middle. She wrapped her other arm around mine for the entire ride up to the 16th floor. We exited, and walked down the hallway, arm in arm. Colt released her arm so to get the door open for us.

Once inside, it occurred to me that, while Colt had stayed with me often before in my bachelor days, he never stayed with us... Claire and me... always choosing to stay in a nearby hotel. I wondered if this would prove to be awkward. I wondered if Claire would be comfortable around another person. I got my answer when Claire said, "Let's go get comfortable, Trent. Colton, meet you back out here?"

"Sure thing, Lady Claire!" he said as he headed off to his room.

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As we were walking towards our room, a strange thought came to me about relaxing at night with my wife in another man's presence. I experienced a familiar sensation in my groin that I grew to know all too well. My cock slightly twitched. Oh, god, no! The door closed behind us, and I closed the distance between us, coming up behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders, and she stopped still. She turned her head to the side, looking back over her shoulder at me, and I snuggled up behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and clasped my hands across her tummy. She melted back into me, and I kissed the side of her neck.

"Mmmmmmm, Trent, that feels good. Thank you." She turned around to kiss me. Our lips parted, and she whispered, "I so love you!"

I returned the favor, kissing her. "I love you more than I could ever say, Claire. You are my everything," and kissed her again, but with more passion.

We stayed in that embrace, beginning to involve our tongues in an intimate way, and my cock hardened.

"Trent, we can't keep our friend Colton waiting." With that, she moved away, but smiled at me. "You get into something comfortable. Go out and have some boy talk while I get more comfortable, okay? She said in a sweet, velvety voice.

I changed into a large t-shirt, my boxer briefs, and a pair of running shorts.

"Claire?"

"Yes?" She was taking her make-up off.

"What do you think you'll wear?"

"Why?" she asked.

"I know that Colt is our dear friend, but just remember that he's a man, too. I'll see you out there." I had a hard-on, and, as I turned to leave, I could see Claire looking at it.

She smiled, and said, "Let's have a nice visit with Colton, and then we'll take care of that friend in your shorts later, okay?"

I walked over to her, kissed her again, and ran my fingers from her face down her body to her hips. She was out of her dress at that point, and stood in her slip. I slid her slip and bra straps down off of her shoulders to bare her breasts to me. I caressed them for a few moments, then bent over to softly kiss and lick her areolas. She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head, and emitted a sigh.

"Priming the pump, are we?" she dreamily asked. "You keep this up, and we won't be able to visit with Colton for very long."

I answered her by reaching under the bottom of her slip, found the leg of her panties, and pulled the crotch aside. I inserted a couple of fingers into her, she jolted, and let out a long breath. "Oh, god, Trent. What's getting into you? You're making me so wanting to fuck!"

I pulled my hand away from her pussy, moving it to my lips. I placed one of the fingers in my mouth, and licked her juices off of it. Removing that finger from my mouth, I positioned the other finger, my middle one, up to her lips. She stared into my eyes for a few moments, then slightly parted her lips. I saw her tongue come out, and softly, gently began licking her juices from that finger. Then she reached up with her hand to hold mine. Her lips opened more, she wrapped her mouth around both fingers, and began sucking the rest of her juices off.

I withdrew my fingers, leaned in to kiss her, then whispered, "Don't take too long. Just remember, you're going to have two men out there, one of whom you know is definitely going to fuck you tonight."

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I smiled, turned, and headed out the door to the central living room. In my sexual mindlessness, I didn't quite pay enough attention to close the door behind me. Colt was out there already, sitting on the sofa, dressed the same as I was. This was how we dressed all the time in the evenings back in the Corps.

He might have seen the raging hard-on that was pulled against my groin by my boxer briefs, but maybe not since the running shorts were on the loose side. I knew that he could tell the moment he said, "You two are just about the most hot-blooded lovers I've ever known! Man, do you have any will power left to control yourself?"

I sat in the chair facing Colt as he sat on the sofa, pushing the ottoman to the side.

I laughed. "You see what she looks like, Colt! Do you think that any amount of will power is going to resist that?!" I asked.

"Nope. I don't. If I had a woman like that, I don't think that my career would ever have launched. I'd be spending all of my free time fucking instead of writing!" he chuckled.

"Colt, I need to talk to you as best of friends."

"You don't need to talk to me as best friends, Trent. We ARE best friends. Fire away," he said.

"We have to be quiet, though. I don't want Claire to hear any of this," I cautioned.

"Uhhh, ohhh. Is there trouble in paradise of some kind?"

"Of some kind, yes. But of a kind that is difficult for me to discuss."

"Trent," he said, "we've always been straight with each other. That's our bond, man... that we can rely on each other, knowing that we have each other's back. I have yours. I won't fail you. And you know my deepest secrets... all of them. That's trust."

"Okay, Colt. We had a talk once before about Claire with other men."

"Ohhhhh. Okay. What's on your mind?"

"I've been visited by those thoughts. Not a lot, but enough to worry me. And they get progressively longer, spurring my imagination farther and farther. You know what I mean?"

"I think I do," Colt replied. "I recall that I mentioned that you need to be real careful about that."

"And I've tried, Colt. But they keep coming back. And the images that they create are disturbing, yet erotic."

"How so, Trent?"

"It's like when Julia and you were doing that... how you'd sometimes sit and watch. That's the image I get, and my dick gets aroused. Again, it doesn't happen a lot, but it dries my mouth, and gets the blood quickly flowing to my dick. I just see me sitting there, watching another man moving in and out of her. It creates knots in my stomach, but it excites me."

"Yeah, I still get that way when I reminisce about Julia, Trent. Damn, those were exciting days."

"I can only imagine, Colt. And that's what I'm up against. I try to imagine what it must have been like for you. I knew that you had to get some pleasure from it because you did it on many occasions. So, I picture myself in your place, except that it's with Claire, and not Julia."

Colt said, "Remember that I told you that Claire is undoubtedly the sweetest girl in the world? Do not hurt her. If she is curious and adventurous, let this be about her. Even though you want to get pleasure out of it, too, and you could, just make this about her. She is so lovely as a person, and she has loved you all of her life that, well, she deserves that. Again, make this about her."

"I'm troubled by this whole thing. She's opened up tremendously to sex."

"Yeah, no kidding!" Colt chuckled.

"And, I'm sure that there could be a few other adventurous escapades that she'd be okay with. But I'm sure that her religious background would draw a line at that. That is adultery. She's spent her whole life hearing and believing that it is wrong."

"Trent, if you... and she... ever decide to take that road, remember my offer, that I really would like to help. I know and love you both. I would never take advantage of the situation. Even when I think about something like this happening, I just can't see some stranger who doesn't have your best interests at heart joining in. That would be taking advantage of Claire's purity and devotion."

"Since you're talking about me, do you mind including me in your man-to-man discussion?" We jumped a little at Claire's voice.

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Colt and I both looked over to see Claire standing just outside our door, and we were hit by panic. But even through my panic, I noticed that she was wearing a thin, buttoned-up short sleeve nighty shirt, and some very brief nighty shorts. I sensed that she was wearing panties under her shorts, but clearly not a bra under her shirt. More so, her shirt's top 3 buttons were left undone, showing a fair amount of cleavage.

"Claire..." Colt began.

"Colton," Claire cut in.

"Come sit, Claire," I said, patting the ottoman between my chair and the sofa. She sat down.

"Claire, we..." Colt tried to begin again.

"Colton, it's okay," Claire cut in, again, "I heard some of what was said. The door was left open. I suspect that some guys do talk about such things. But what I heard, Trenton... that you had thoughts about me with another man... well, that caught me off guard. I had absolutely no idea. I had no reason to even suspect that because you and I are so into each other."

"Claire, I'm sorry if that shocks you. I would not do anything to hurt you. Ever."

"I know that, Trenton. How I do know that. You don't have to tell me that I am your world. You show me every day, and in so many ways. I just wasn't prepared to hear that, is all... that you were curious about me having sex with another man. I'm a little confused, though."

"I want us all to be truthful," she continued. "We love and respect each other enough to be honest with each other, don't we?" Claire asked us.

"Yes, Lady Claire, we do," Colt replied.

I nodded, saying, "Yes, love of my life, we do."

"Okay, then. Trent, remember when I told you that my friend Cindy told me that she showed me a video about a man and a woman having sex in a lot of different ways?"

"I remember, Claire."

"I was truthful about that. I didn't tell the whole story, though."

I got a knot in my stomach, not knowing if I was going to hear something that I didn't want to hear. "Okay, Claire."

"I didn't tell you about the other videos that she showed me"

"About what?" I asked.

"Well, they weren't just sex between a man and a woman. One was sex between a man and two woman, and the other was about sex between a woman and two men. I found them difficult to watch. They weren't about what I was told that sex was about... between a husband and a wife."

"Okay," I acknowledged, noticing that Colt had gone cold silent, knowing not to step into a sensitive, deep conversation between a wife and her husband.

"Cindy realized that, and we talked about it. She said that she had done both with her boyfriend. I was dumbstruck... didn't know what to say. She read my face, and said that sex traditionally is between a man and a woman who are married. But sex can be very fun, enjoyable, and desirable whether you're married or not."

"The only thought that surprisingly came to mind was to ask her which of the two she preferred. "Claire," Cindy said, "Naturally, the MFM one... two men having sex with a woman. The woman gets so thoroughly satisfied when the men take turns with her vagina, and are both working all over her at the same time." I just stood there, staring at Cindy. I had to ask her if she really had two men having sex with her at one time. She said that she absolutely did, and that was not the only time that she and her boyfriend did it. She offered that it was some of the most fun sex that she ever had. I know that it is so very, very sinful, and found to be vile by my church community, but, knowing how good sex can be with you, Trent, I surprisingly found it intriguing. And then I hear Colton and you talking about that they did it, too... Colton and Julia. Is that right?"

"At the risk of falling into disfavor with you, Lady Claire, we did," Colt admitted.

"Colton, did you both enjoy it like my friend Cindy said that she did," Claire inquired.

"Yes, we both did. We both wanted it. We didn't do it a lot, but it did spice our lives up a lot. We didn't regret it."

"Trent," Claire said to me, "I never entertained the notion of doing it. You have been such a great, attentive lover to me that I never, ever felt the need. But I have to be honest with you that I have not forgotten what I saw. I have wondered about it at times. But then you make such good love to me that I put it right out of my mind. Does this describe what I heard you tell Colton?"

Now it was my time for full disclosure and truthfulness. "Yes... and no." I looked at Colt. Claire followed my look to him. He looked at me, and nodded his head. Then Claire looked back at me with a questioning look.

"What more is there that you wish to tell me?" Claire asked me.

"Trent, Claire, if I may," Colt started to say.

"Thanks, Colton, but I think that he really wants to tell me himself, and I really need to listen to him as his wife who loves him as much as I do," she said softly to him. "This is something that is troubling him, and I know that he has loved me so strongly for so long, and has held back some powerfully difficult things from me to show me his love by protecting me. I need to hear him."

"Claire, first of all, there is no way in heaven or hell that I would ever have imposed that notion on you. I am able to avert any such notions, even though they pique my sexual curiosity. I love you far, far too much to ever ask you to do something that you find repulsive."

I told her the story about how Colt and I went through training together, ended up in the same unit, and became very good friends. Once settled in at a permanent duty station, he brought his wife Julia out to live. We would do things together, and Julia and I got to know each other as friends, too. Then Colt and Julia disclosed their sexual lifestyle to me.

"Claire, I had no experience, and I wanted to learn. Julia was willing to teach me, and Colt and she benefited from the eroticism that it brought to their lives. Julia taught me a lot. They invited me to join them on several occasions, and each one was very pleasant... respectful, and fun. It was fun for all of us. Julia and Colt are the very reason that I never attempted to find a girlfriend out in California. And I didn't want one. Having sex with a married woman, and abiding by their rules, was safe. No romantic relationship was ever going to develop. We were just all friends with benefits. And I had this tag-along kid back home that I suspected was counting on me coming back to her, maybe waiting until she got a little older. And I did come back, wanting to see her each and every time. And I got the knowledge that I needed to teach you and please you with when the time was right. What I got from them, and the experience, was good, even though people looked upon it as wickedly sinful. It hurt no one. And I hope to God that it doesn't hurt you!"

Claire's face gently began to blossom into a slight smile. Turning to Colt, she asked, "Colton, anything that you'd like to add?"

"No, ma'am. Trent said it plain and true. He abided by our rules."

"Okay," Claire said, "Tell me about the rules."

"Well, there have to be rules for the protection of the relationship so that you both are on the same page," Colt shared.

"And what are those rules?" she asked.

I spoke up, "There are basic rules, and each couple tailors any others to their tastes. Basic rule number 1 -- Do NOT break the rules. Number 2 -- Both must want it. When one is wanting to quit, both quit."

"What are some of the others?" she asked.

"Those depend on the couple," I replied.

Colt stepped in, "Some couples set boundaries as far as limiting what acts are permissible... kissing, bondage, bi-sexuality, anal, fantasy playing, numbers of participants, same room or apart, overnight, unilateral... there are so many possibilities."

"What were Julia's and yours, Colton?" Claire inquired.

"Strictly heterosexual and MFM. Our one main rule after #1 and #2 was always, always "Do it together'. We wanted that in place to further protect our marriage."

Claire intently watched Colt's face as he paused. "And that's the one rule that she broke when I was in Afghanistan. It was the end our marriage. These kinds of relationships seem to work best when the spouses give. And that's what they're doing... giving their OK... giving the other an opportunity to do something over the line, but that brings some form of pleasure. Giving them their trust and complete love to brave the risks of this lifestyle. But the moment they take...., well, she took," he ended, shaking his head.

"Colton, did you and Julia enjoy it immensely when you were together?"

"Lady Claire, we did. We were riding the very same wave."

Turning to me, she began, "Trent, why would you want me to have sex with another man?"

"Sweetheart, for some inexplicable reason, I am intrigued by it. I know that I bring you great sexual satisfaction. But as your husband, you and I know to expect the attention that we give each other. That's part of the relationship. And we do it so well. I don't think there is another couple out there that have sex as much as we do, and immensely enjoy it every time."

"Amen," Colt interjected. "You two are like rabbits."

Claire shot a mock scowl at him.

"WHAT?!! Everybody knows it, Claire! You two are probably the talk of the town. You're superheroes to every married couple around!"

Claire laughed, and threw a side pillow from the chair next to her at Colton. He caught it just in time. That laugh seemed to lighten the mood.

I continued, "I know that you grew up getting looks and comments all of your life, Claire. And I know that it had to be annoying. You handled it with dignity and class. But I always wondered if you would just once like to act upon a compliment if it was a proper one. I have come to understand that women can get quite aroused by the attentions of an attractive man. It amplifies their womanhood, bolstering their confidence in themselves. However, you are atypical in that regard. You never lacked in confidence, and you are very accustomed to receiving compliments from many extremely attractive men. I don't want you, later in life, to look back and wish that you had 'tried one on for size'. We're only going to get one pass at this in life. I also don't want you to try one on for size, and regret that you cheated on me. That's what I think about from time to time."

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "That's a lot to take in."

"I am sure that it is. I'm sorry for dropping something like this on you, Claire," I apologized.

"No, that's okay, Trenton. I do want us to be open and honest about everything. I just have a lot to sort out here. There are so many questions."

"If you have questions, please ask," I implored.

"Would you set it up?"

"We both would set it up. It has to completely be something that you are comfortable with."

"Wouldn't you get jealous?"

"Yes he would," Colt cut in. "But he will also likely get very, very hard. And the two of you would screw probably three times more than you already do, if that's even possible!" Claire threw the other pillow in the chair at him, this time with the pillow finding its mark.

"And you'll likely replay that experience in your bed many times, and get each other supercharged for another screw each time," he ended.

"Hmmmm," she pondered.

"Well, okay. Who would I do it with. Did you think that far?"

"It would have to be someone that you and I both agree upon... someone who is respectful, and has your interest at heart... to make this about you. In my mind, this is your experience that you and I should get enjoyment out of."

"Yes, I agree. But do you have someone in mind yet?" she pushed.

"Colt and I had talked about it," I answered.

"You talked to Colton about someone having sex with me?!"

"So, who did the two of you come up with?" Claire asked.

"We came up with Colt." She quickly turned her head to see his deadpan face.

"Well, my love, I did have sex with his wife. He's the only one that I thought of that I could entrust with my thoughts."

"Colton, is this something that you want to do? To have sex with me?"

"Lady Claire, you are the envy of every woman in every room that you walk into, and the wistful subject of many men's imaginations. I would never in a million years ever think that I would measure up for someone with your beauty and personality to entertain even the slightest notion of allowing me that pleasure."

"Laying it on thick, Colton!" she interjected. "Keep going!"

"I know. But it is the truth, Claire. You are so far up in a league of your own above all of the women that I've ever known, and I've know a number of them."

"Colton, you are so kind. Thank you!"

"You're welcome, dear. But, more so... and Trent and I have discussed this... I shudder at the thought of some idiot that would have no clue as to who you are, and the significance of you sharing yourself with him, and that would want to just get himself off. I want your first 'extra' experience to be one of respectful and tenderness. I love you two so much that I want to give you just what you need to make this a beautiful experience."

"We love you, too, Colton!" Claire commented.

"Lord, I love the way you call me 'Colton'! But I digress. Trent and Claire, I'm sorry, but being around me has built your celebrity up perhaps more than you care. And for that, I'm sorry for any inconvenience that might cause. Be beware of this little reality, and be careful. If you were to invite anybody else in, they are in a position to exploit you. We cannot allow that. You both have immaculate reputations to protect, especially yours, Claire. You will find out tomorrow that you are now America's sweetheart... in case you haven't checked your phones, yet."

We both instantly lifted our phones, and googled our names. The search blew up. "Oh, my God!" Claire shrieked.

"Welcome to the A-list, you two," Colt said with a big, big, grin.

"One more thing... because Trent did, in fact, save my life in Afghanistan, I am honor-bound for life to protect him and you to the best of my ability. I would never, ever think of doing anything to violate any rules that you put in place, or of allowing this to get out of hand. You two are my most favorite couple in the whole world, and I want to keep it that way... my favorite 'couple'!"

"So," he went on, "if you decide to do this, please, please, please... be careful. But also make as much out of it as you can. Enjoy it. Enjoy every single sinful, lustful, erotic, mind-blowing, tender, and sexy moment of it. TABOTA! But both of you must agree that there will be no regrets. Julia and I both agreed, and we have none."

"TABOTA?" she asked. "What's TABOTA?"

"Take a bite of the apple," Colt responded. "Take a walk on the wild side."

"TABOTA," Claire murmured.

"But, Colton, you're so very famous. Aren't you ever concerned that Julia will spill the beans about your previous lifestyle?" Claire inquired.

"Not really," Colt responded. "I loved Julia, and still do. I care about her. So, we struck a deal. I asked her to sign a non-disclosure agreement in exchange for credit as a contributing writer on the songs that I wrote while we were married. She was somewhat a part of the process of creating those songs. I later tweaked them to make them big hits.

She's enjoying a shitload of royalties. If she violates the NDA, she loses that nice stream of income."

"That was a smart thing to do," Claire offered. With that, she stood up from the ottoman, and began walking back to the room.

"Are you off to bed?" I asked.

"No, I'm off to think. I have much to think about. You two talk more."

We both just stared at her beautiful legs and gorgeous ass as she walked away.

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"Wow! That was heavy!" Colt declared.

"I think that she took it better than I expected. I thought that she might walk out the door with suitcases in hand, heading back to her parents."

"No way, brother. I told you, that young lady worships the ground that you walk on."

"Colt, I just don't want to create any cracks in what has been a perfect relationship so far."

"I know. But the glue that you two have is stronger than any crack. You really do love each other more than any couple that I've ever known.

We talked like that for about half an hour. The door to our bedroom opened up, and Claire came back over to join us.

She sat down on the other chair in front of the sofa this time, drawing her knees up with her feet on the edge of the chair, and wrapper her arms around her shins. Even her feet are perfectly beautiful.

"I've thought about it," she said.

We sat there, stone-faced and silent while waiting for her to continue.

"Trent, if this is something that you would like me to do, I agree that it would have to be with Colton. He is the only man that I would care enough to do it with, and the only person in the whole world that I would trust. We do love him, and this would be one way of showing him the depth of our love."

"But, Colton...."

"Yes, Lady Claire?"

"I know that I don't have to tell you that, while I have a deep, abiding love for you... we both do... there is no one in the whole world that I will ever love as much as I do Trent. He is my all."

"As it should be, Claire."

"There's more," she went on.

"Colton, I know that something horrible went down in Afghanistan. I promised that I would not ask Trent to dredge that 'nightmare', as he calls it, back up for him. But I need to know, Colton. What happened. The truth. The details."

Colt looked at me. I nodded my assent.

"It's going to be tough, dear," he said.

"I think that I can take it. I must for my husband."

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"Are you aware of his citation?" he asked her.

"Citation? What's that?"

Colt looked at me, and asked, "She doesn't even know about the 'Star'?"

I shook my head apologetically.

"What 'STAR'! Guys, decode. Please!"

"Lord, Trent. How more fucking humble can a person possibly be??"

Looking at Claire, he began. "Okay, after a long time there, and months of months of training and practice, we were called out on patrols. One particular patrol was through a village that was suspected of having armed Taliban fighters within. We began a house-by-house search. My team uncovered some weapons, and the inhabitants started yelling in their language. In moments, shots were fired. Taliban seemed to appear out of nowhere, armed and ready to fight."

"We silenced the screamers, and went to the exterior wall that had windows facing the town square. Trent and his team were out in the open in the square, exposed to hostile fire. We provided suppressing fire so that they could get to cover. Trent saw the door to the house that I was in, and ran in. He didn't know that it was me standing over in the corner, shooting out the window."

"I called out to him to let him know that I was there. He acknowledged my presence, and went straight to work. Having hunted with him, you must know that he's an excellent shot."

Claire nodded, staring at Colt.

"With that ACOG on his M-4... a battle scope on his short-barreled 5.56 millimeter rifle... he started shooting at the Taliban. He was dead-on accurate. He began picking them off on the other side of the square. After he eliminated about three or four of them, there was a loud commotion coming from the door right behind me. Two armed Taliban fighters had burst through with the intention of shooting me. Trent's reflexes were lightening quick. He whipped the point of his rifle around and popped off two shots, one for each one, hitting them both squarely in their chests. They dropped in their tracks, and quickly bled out." He held the position for a few moments longer in case someone else came through the door, allowing me to move away from it."

"He returned his attention to the Taliban fighters, locating and shooting them through their windows and on their rooftops. Your Trent killed twelve out of the twenty-three fighters that our patrol took out that day, securing the way for the rest of the platoon to sweep through and eliminate the remaining fighters and weaponry. Not only did he save my life, but he undoubtedly saved the lives of many other young men."

"The 'citation' that you asked about is the narrative on his medal certificate that explains his actions, and commends him on the awarding of his star. The 'star' is the Silver Star, the third-highest combat action medal that you can get for bravery, right behind the Medal of Honor and the Navy Cross."

"Claire, the husband that you love so much is a certified, bona fide war hero."

Claire was now staring at me, tears beginning to trickle down her face, openly sobbing and shaking with each breath. She tried to speak, but found it difficult.

"I didn't know! I didn't know! Oh, Trent! I didn't know!" She jumped from her chair, flying onto my lap, drawing her legs up and curling up against my chest, heaving with sobs. "I didn't know!"

I wrapped my arms around her, began kissing her on the top of her head, and whispering, "Shhhhhh... it's okay. I didn't want you to know, Claire. It was not something that I wanted you to have to worry about."

"I'm sorry, Trent. I should have known that you are a real hero!"

"But I've always been your hero, now, haven't I?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Well, there you go. I just wanted you to love me for how I love you."

I looked over at Colt. He was having a tough time drying his eyes.

We just stayed like that while she calmed down.

"Claire?"

"Mmm-mhh," she mumbled, her head still down in her little ball.

"I'd like you to look at me. There's something else that I need to tell you."

More composed, she raised her head to gaze into my eyes.

"I know that I always play down exactly when I fell in love with you. But I know exactly when it happened."

"When was that?" she softly asked.

"That night, right after that firefight. My heart was racing wildly with adrenaline the whole time afterwards. I seemed composed, but my mind was anything but. As we were enroute back to the base, all I could think about was you. I had to get back because I knew that there was likely an email waiting for me... and I needed that email so, so much. I needed it to bring me back to earth, back to stable ground. The sweetness of your email would wash the ugliness of the day away. After we put all of the gear away, the first thing that I did was sit down at my laptop. I held my breath, hoping and praying that one would be there. I let out my breath when I saw it. It was a gift to get that email from a very sweet, innocent young woman who had become my lifeline to the normalcy and goodness that I yearned for and needed at that very moment. I broke into tears, and realized that they were tears of joy over the realization that God had watched over me, and had brought you into my life. I knew that I loved you at that very moment. And I have not stopped loving you. It only grows stronger with each passing moment."

She was openly crying even harder, now. "God blessed me, too, Trent," she managed to get out through her sobs. "I prayed for your safe return every time I thought of you... so many times every day."

"I felt it, Babe. I felt it. And Claire?"

"Yes?"

"Colt is here with us for that very reason, too. God watched over the both of us because of your prayers."

She turned her teary eyes to look at Colt. He nodded. She managed a very wet smile.

She turned back towards me, gave me a messy, wet, very teary, very hard kiss, then arose from my lap, and asked, "Give me few minutes to compose myself, gentlemen?"

We watched her wiggle her butt again as she walked to the bedroom again.

"Wow!" Colt said. "That was the most powerful conversation that I've ever witnessed in my life. You must really love her!"

"I do, Colt. I do."

"Are you sure that you still want something like a threesome to happen?"

"Colt, I just wanted to open the door and the discussion. She knows where my head is, so it's really up to her. I wanted her to know that it's okay... I will still love her completely and unconditionally."

"Hell, even I want to marry you!" Colt mocked. He barely missed my chair's pillow that went hurtling at him.

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Colt and I continued to chat about the disclosures that had all just come pouring out, still trying to wrap our heads around all that was said.

"Thanks, Colt, for being my spokesperson."

"The least I could do, Trent. The least I could do."

We chatted for about another fifteen minutes, maybe longer, and Claire came back to join us. This time, she sat on my lap.

She was indeed freshened up. I smelled a little perfume on her.

"Trent, Colton..."

"Claire?" he and I both said at the same time.

"I am blessed to be loved by two such wonderful men. Knowing that, it makes it feel okay to do what we were talking about earlier."

We looked at her with silent stares as if we weren't sure what she was talking about.

"You know... the sex with another man thing."

"Oh," I kidded, "the sex with another man thing. I wasn't sure what you meant."

She playfully swatted me.

"But," she continued, "I have some conditions."

"Okay. And what are they?" I asked.

She looked at Colt. "Colton, I know that you have this deep feeling that you are indebted for life to Trent for saving your life. But I want you to understand that Trent is sharing with you the one thing that he loves more than anything in this world... me. Am I right, Trent?"

I nodded.

"But what I want you to know is that I heard you say that you helped Trent when he was in danger in the square, so you brought him home to me. Then I am indebted to you. You also protected him so that he was there to protect you. So that offsets, right?"

Colt and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders, and muttered something like, "Yeah, I suppose."

"And I want you both to know that I prayed so hard to God to bring Trenton home that God had no choice but to do that to get me out of His face... so I was really praying for Trenton's safety which you provided, and then Trenton provided your safety as a result of my praying. You both owe me, too, you know?!"

She continued, "Now the way that I see it, Trent has paid me back by being the most perfect husband for me, and has brought more joy and peace to my life than I could ever have hoped for. Colton, you have done so much for Trent over the past few years. But you still owe me something for the work that I did that let him save your life. Also, you shared your wife with Trent. She taught him the wonders of sex, which he taught me to love. Now, Trent has had only two lovers... Julia and me. I have only had one lover... Trent. I would like to even it up. It seems right for Trent to let you enjoy his wife. Does that seem fair, Trent?"

I nodded.

"All of what I said seems all jumbled together, but in the end, I still think that Colton owes me a little something for the serendipitous benefit of my prayers. I thought about it, and what I want in return is for you to have the honor of being the first man other than Trent that makes love to me. Now, please notice that I did not say, "Have sex." I said, "Make love." And that's what we'll be doing because we all love each other. Again, I love Trent more than life itself, it seems at times, but I do love you, too. Know that. Both of you, know that. I realized that the ingredient that made sex with Trent so powerfully good and fresh every time is the deep, deep love that he brought to it. And that's what I want. Okay, gentlemen?"

"I am perfectly fine with this... all of this," I answered.

"The same with me, Lady Claire," Colt said.

"One more thing," she continued. "Once Colton makes love to me, we are all in agreement that all debts-for-life are paid in full without further obligations other than to love each other as the best of friends. Understood?"

'Understood," I replied.

"Got it," Colt said.

"Well, then, gentlemen, shall we let it happen now?"

"I think now is the perfect time," I replied. "Colt?"

"Yes, let's."

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Claire rose up from my lap, and stood in front of me, facing Colt. I was losing myself in the sight of her scantily-clothed, long, slender body standing right in front of me, and in the aroma of her perfume.

"Let's have some fun out here first, shall we, and see where and how we end up?" she asked.

We agreed.

She slowly strutted the few steps to Colt as he sat forward on the edge of the sofa, and stopped in front of him.

"Trenton, do you think that you might be able to find some appropriate mood music somewhere?"

There happened to be an entertainment center set up in the living room of the suite. I found a smooth jazz station, and volumed it up to just the right level. Walking back to my chair, I saw Claire just standing there in a model-like pose, one leg slightly in front of the other, in front of Colt as he patiently waited.

I moved my chair so to get a better side view of them. Claire looked over at me, and smiled and winked at me. I smiled and winked back at her as sort of a greenlight gesture. With that, she leaned over and placed her hands on Colt's shoulders, gently pushing him back on the couch. She climbed onto the couch on her knees over his lap, straddling his legs, and lowered herself down onto his lap, sitting fully upright. Right at that moment, I heard James Taylor on the radio in the background, singing "I Don't Want To Be Lonely Tonight." I couldn't help but think, "How appropriate." The lyrics include, "Do me wrong, do me right." Claire certainly knew that what was happening was wrong, but it felt so right to her. I felt that way, too.

"Colton, would you like the honors of taking my top off?" He smiled, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Once completely unfastened, she slowly pulled the two sides apart to expose her wonderful breasts. Colt didn't waste time in reaching up to caress her breasts while she continued to take her top entirely off, letting it drop to the floor.

My cock stiffened as I took in the hypnotic sight of my topless wife straddling the lap of another man. Colt feasted on her breasts, leaning forward to fondle, kiss, and lick them. Clair ran her fingers through his hair while he worked on her titties.

She reached up to take both of his cheeks in her palms, lifted his face a little, and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. As soon as their lips locked, their tongues went into action. Colt reached around her to caress her bare back. Her long hair cascaded across their faces, and Claire reached up to pull it all to the other side, presumably so that it wouldn't obscure my view, which she later confided was the case. She wanted me to enjoy seeing it all.

She broke their kiss, and snuggled in against his chest, laying her head against his shoulder, facing me. He continued caressing her back with one hand, and began stroking the silky hair on her head as it pressed against his shoulder. Her eyes were gazing into mine. I smiled at her, and she returned it to me with a kiss.

I saw her sigh.

She sat up again, and put her hands on his chest, staring down into his eyes. She said softly to him, "I can feel it down there." He smiled. I noticed that she began to move her hips slightly forward and backward on his lap. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"It most definitely does!" he whispered.

"I want you to feel good," she responded back.

I had seen the size of Colt's cock, not just in the shower room back in the barracks, but when Julia, he, and I were having our sexual fun. Claire just might be in for a surprise. It's length is about the same as mine, maybe just a tad longer, but the girth is wider.

Claire's hip movements became more pronounced, and she continued to stare right into Colt's eyes.

She stopped rocking, climbed off of Colt's lap, stood in front of him, and asked him if he would kindly remove her bottoms. He leaned forward, reached up to the waistbands of the bottoms and of her panties, and slowly drew them down, revealing that small, silky, tuft of dark blonde hair that I love to dive into so often.

He let her bottoms drop down her legs to the floor. Standing in front of him was the perfect specimen of womanhood. Colt caught his breath at the sight.

"Colton, are you liking what you see?" she asked.

"No."

"No???" she countered.

"No, Claire. I'm loving what I see!"

She beamed a smile at him. "Is this how you thought I'd look?"

"Lady Claire, there is no way that anyone could imagine the vision before me. Your loveliness is beyond compare."

Claire stepped out of the bottoms, and climbed back onto his lap. Now she was completely naked, and resumed her hip motions over his cock... except that now her bare pussy was rubbing against his cock that was bulging up through his shorts.

"I can smell your pussy, Lady Claire. You have the sexiest aroma," Colt complimented.

"Why, thank you, Colton!" she said as she smiled and tilted her head a little.

She leaned forward into him so that her firm breasts were at his mouth. He got the message. He feverishly kissed, sucked, and licked her areolas, evoking another sigh from her.

I was in a daze, just over the top horny at the sight of my fully-naked wife having hot foreplay with my best friend.

Claire looked at me, gave me an impish grin, and asked, "Do you think that this is what Colton got to see while watching you with Julia?" Colt mumbled with a mouthful of breast, "No way in hell! You out-woman her in every way!" I chuckled lightly. Julia was a looker, and she had a good body, but Colt was right... no way in hell did Julia hold a candle to Claire! Claire even became exceedingly better in fucking than Julia.

"Colton, if my husband is giving you to me as a gift, I want to unwrap it. Let's get you out of your clothes. I want to see what awaits me."

"Umm, Claire, he's giving you as a gift to me, I believe."

"Whatever! Out of your clothes, cowboy!" she giggled, and stood up from his lap.

Colt reached to grab his shirt. "Whoa. My gift... I unwrap," she chided. He let go, and she lifted the shirt up over his head, revealing a nice washboard and some well-rounded chest, shoulder, and arm muscles. He did find time to stay in shape on the road.

She then pulled the waistband of his shorts and boxers down his hips. His rock-hard cock sprang out at her. She stood motionless, staring at the monster. After a few moments, she looked at me, and asked, "Did you know?" I just smiled at her, and slightly nodded my head.

"Claire, before we go any farther, I do want you to know that I've had a vasectomy," Colt shared.

"Colton, I'm on the pill. How do you think this so-called 'rabbit' hasn't gotten pregnant yet with all of that town-famous sex that we've been having? Wait... why did you get a vasectomy? You haven't had any kids yet!"

"Long story short, I do have an occasional rendezvous with women, usually with other entertainers. My publicist and my attorney both advised me to either abstain, use a condom, or get a vasectomy as protection from those who would like nothing better than to stake a claim in my fame and, especially, my wealth by producing a little Colton. Besides, if I get to the point of marrying again and having kids, I can either get the procedure reversed, or I could adopt. There are far too many orphans out there who deserve parents."

"Fair enough. And, if you want to cum in me, I think that my husband is maybe agreeable. Trenton, are you okay?"

"Claire, if you want him to cum in you, you must ask him to cum in you. I'm okay with it. That's pretty much what this is about, isn't it? A complete sexual experience? I believe that that includes sperm in the womb."

She nodded, and, as she turned back to Colt, said, "I believe it does. Colton, would you like to cum in me? "

"Claire, I would love nothing better!"

"Okay, Colton. I want you to cum in me."

She knelt down in front of Colt, and looked his cock over as it jutted out from his body. She reached one hand up to caress up and down its shaft. Colt closed his eyes, and tipped his head back. She reached with the other hand, and wrapped fingers of both around his shaft, then lightly and slowly started pumping up and down it. She turned her head towards me to give me a smile. I returned her smile, and she returned her focus to the girthy cock in front of her.

Backing off of his lap, and leaning forward, she began licking the shaft as she cupped his balls in her palms. She moved her mouth to the head, and licked and kissed it, eventually taking the entire head into her mouth. I could see her cheeks become concave as she sucked the head. Colt opened his eyes, looking down at the top of Claire's golden-tressed head. He reached both hands to the sides of her face, and began caressing her cheeks and hair. This went on for about three or four minutes.

As her head slightly bobbed up and down, Colt moved her hair to the far side of head, again so that I could watch. Then he worked on her bare back, running his fingertips lightly all over it.

It was mind-numbing to see my wife's head bobbing up and down on someone else's cock. I wanted to remember every single moment.

"Claire, Claire," Colt said somewhat breathlessly.

She raised her head, smiled, and said, "Yes, Colton?"

"I don't want to cum, yet!"

"When do you want to cum, Colton?"

"Later. A little later."

"Later, like when you fuck me a little later?" she teased.

"Yeah, hun... when we do that!"

"Do what, Colton?"

"Fuck, Claire! When we fuck!"

Still smiling. "But first, let me ask you if you are a man who likes going down on women?"

"Oh, god yes! Tell me that you like it!"

"Colton, I like it. And I want it. Would you do it to me?

He got up from the sofa, moved the ottoman up against the edge of the couch in front of the middle cushion, and then reached for her hand. Taking it, he beckoned her up from kneeling on the floor, and swept his other arm at the ottoman positioned as a 'runway' from the couch, inviting her to lie down on it. Claire sat down on the ottoman, lying back on it so that her shoulders and head were on the sofa cushion, and her legs were hanging over the far edge of the ottoman, feet on the floor.

Colt knelt down at the end of the ottoman, then reached down to her legs to gently nudge her knees apart. Sensing what he wanted, she moved her feet apart to make room for him, exposing her love nest to him for the first time. She then grabbed one of the pillows that had landed on the sofa, propping it behind her head.

Colt just knelt there, taking in the sight of her, then reached down to caress her labia and clit. Claire let a soft sigh escape, and Colt gently dove down in at that point, allowing his tongue to alite on her mound. He began working her clit. Claire had her hands resting on her hips, and, with her head slightly propped up at an angle, watched him lick her. Several minutes later, she turned her head towards me, showing me her smile. She reached over and patted the sofa cushion next to her, signaling her wish for me to sit there. I moved in. She didn't waste any time in reaching over into my shorts to find my steel-hard cock. She tried to wriggle it out of my shorts, but without any success. I lifted my hips up from the sofa, and pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down from over my hips. Once down, she resumed her ministrations of my cock, softly stroking it.

I leaned over to kiss her, and she used her other free hand to pull my head into her for a hard, passionate kiss. We stayed locked that way for several moments with our tongues in a jousting bout. With our lips pressed tightly together, she let out a small gasp, letting me know that Colt was finding the right buttons down at her pussy.

Breaking our kiss, I looked into her eyes, and softly said, "I think that you're really going to like this, very, very much, my love."

"I already do, Trenton," she said and nodded. "Know that I love you!"

"I know, wife. I so do know!"

"Thank you!"

I got up and went back to my vantage point in my chair, which was just at the end of the couch, not wanting to crowd Colt in, allowing him the freedom to move around Claire.

Colt reached over to the other end of the L-shaped sofa, and retrieved another pillow. He inserted it under Claire's bottom to lift her pelvis up, giving him better access to the lower end of her pussy. I could see his head rotating up and down as his tongue licked up and down her slit. Claire was lifting her pelvis up to press against Colt's tongue.

"Colton," she dreamily said, "I like what you're doing. Ohhh, god, it does feel so good! Keep doing it! I want to cum for you! Lick me, Colton! Lick me real good!"

Colt pressed his face harder into her pussy, and, from what I could make of it, was thrusting his tongue down into her vaginal opening.

Claire's tush was lifted completely off the sofa and pillow as she strained to press her pussy into his face.

Colt had his arms wrapped around her thighs and up onto her abdomen, where his hands were stroking her hips, tummy, and mound.

Claire closed her eyes, and let loose. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Aaaahhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm! Unhhhhhhhhhh!" as she gyrated her hips in orgasmic splendor. Her legs were repeatedly opening wide, and then closing together on the sides of Colts' head, and her chest was spasming. "Uhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh," was all that she could utter. Her hands were on the top of his head to hold his mouth in place.

Her throes subsided a little after about twenty seconds, but she was still in the grip of her orgasm. I could see her breathing very hard.

After about another thirty seconds or so, she just relaxed herself, letting her arms fall to her sides on the sofa, and continue to breathe heavily. Colt kept the licking up, but ever so gently now, and she flinched a few times in response to his tongue finding her clit.

Colt raised his face from her pussy, crawled a little closer to the sofa, and began planting soft kisses all over her lower abdomen, the area between her mound and her navel. She responded by beginning to run her fingers through his hair.

In time, she opened her eyes to look at Colt as he was kissing her body. "Colton, thank you," she whispered to him.

"Lady Claire, entirely my pleasure!" he said, and smiled.

Claire turned her head to look at me. "You okay, love?" she asked me.

"I'm okay. It was a wonderous thing to behold! You? Are you okay?"

"Trent, I am so very okay. Colton made me cum so hard! I didn't want to come down!"

She took a few deep breaths, and asked, "Is there anything to drink? Any alcoholic beverages in this suite? I wonder if there's any wine. All of a sudden, I crave something to drink. So unlike me. But then, all of this is so unlike me!"

Colt, as naked as could be, stood up, turning towards the bar cart that was in the suite. Sporting a hard-on, his sizable cock jutted out, and swung from side to side with each step. Claire saw it, looked at me, smiled, and mouthed, "Oh, my god!"

I just winked.

He returned to her at the couch, and handed her a glass of Riesling that he poured for her. She began sipping, and talking to us in between sips.

"How is it that you two give such great head?! Oh... silly me. You had the same teacher! If I ever meet her, I'll have to thank her. No.... she might not like that. Nor do we want anyone to know what we're doing. But I am grateful to her. I can't believe that we're doing what we're doing! I'm enjoying it!"

She kind of chattered away like in the old days when we went fishing. I suspected that maybe she was on a blissful high, and this was her way of coming down.

She seemed a little more composed by the time that she finished her wine. "I think that I'm already feeling the wine!" Claire shared. She was not a real drinker, so I knew that the wine had a strongly and quicker effect on her than it probably did on most people.

Colt sat down on the sofa closely next to Claire so that their naked bodies touched. While he took her empty wine glass from her, and set it on the end table, Claire looked down at his cock standing straight up like a pike. She reached down and began caressing it up and down the shaft. Colt responded by reaching over and caressing her breasts. She looked up at him, and softly said, "You feel good, Colton. You're making me feel good."

He leaned towards her and kissed her upturned mouth. Their kiss instantly became passionate and animated. Claire's hand wrapped around Colt's cock, and began pumping it. Colt's hand that was caressing her breasts began working its way down her body. As his hand reached her mound, she opened her legs a little wider as an invitation to him. Soon, his hand found its way to her clit. She flinched, gasped, and pushed her pelvis up toward his fingers.

Claire quickly turned to look at me, and momentarily patted the sofa cushion once again to signal that she wanted me to sit beside her. I complied. I stood, stripped my clothes off, and sat down. As soon as I sat, she reached over with her free hand to begin pumping my hard cock. It was quite erotic and surreal to see another man's mouth planted on hers, his hand fingering her pussy between her opened legs, and her hands on both cocks.

"Oh, god, help me," she said between kisses. "I can't wait any longer." She turned to me, kissed me, looked into my eyes, and asked, "Is it okay if Colton fucks me?"

I quietly said, "Yes, Claire. This is what we all want. Am I right, Colt?"

"He's right, Claire. You have my cock harder than it's ever been before. You did that, missy. I need to have you as much as you need to have me!"

"Let's go to the bedroom where we'll have room," she suggested. "Your room okay, Colton?" Colt nodded, and helped her up. She took a hand from each of us, and led us to his room.

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For a bachelor, Colt kept his room quite tidy. I'm the same way. Once a Marine, always a Marine.

The layout of the room was just like ours, but in reverse. Our rooms both had a large sliding-glass door that opened onto a veranda that had an unobstructed view of the city since our hotel was at the edge of the downtown area. We were up high enough that no one below could see us, and there were partitions on the sides to provide privacy between the adjacent rooms.

Against the far wall was what was to be our playground, Colt's king bed. Claire led us to the foot of it, let go of our hands, turned to face us, and asked, "Okay, how does this work?"

"I think that I'm going to settle comfortably in, and watch whatever happens for a while," I answered.

"And I think that I'm going to make love to you, Lady Claire!" Colt said with a gleam in his eye.

I pulled a chair over to the edge of the bed, and got comfortably settled into it. It felt a little odd to be sitting there in the nude. I looked over at Colt and Claire, standing, facing each other. Colt's cock jutted straight out at Claire, and just about closed the distance between them, almost touching her belly.

Claire reached down to lift his cock up, and stepped into his body. His arms went around her, and she nestled into his embrace, sandwiching his cock up between them. They started off by kissing, and kissing, and more kissing. His kisses began to move down her chin, then to her neck, eventually leading to her breasts. Colt hunched over to lavish as much attention on her boobs as he could. Claire looked at him, and ran her fingers through his hair.

Colt stopped kissing and sucking, propped one of her arms around his neck and shoulders, and scooped her up in his arms. With one arm behind her shoulder blades, and the other in the crook of her knees, he stepped towards the bed, placed one knee on the edge, and climbed up onto it, walking on his knees toward the center. There, he gently laid her on her back.

Looking up at Colt, she reached up to caress his chest. He leaned over her, and resumed kissing her on the lips. She placed her hands on both sides of his head as they played with each other's tongue.

Colt shifted his kissing to her breasts again, and reached down to find the nub of her clit. She placed a hand over his, and helped him fondle her. In hardly any time, I began to hear sounds of delight from Claire.

Colt now had a couple of his fingers inserted into her, moving them in and out while keeping his thumb on her clit. She slightly moved her hips in rhythm with his hand movements.

Colt pulled his fingers out, and held them up to his lips. "You are one very wet woman, Lady Claire!" With that, he inserted the fingers in his mouth, and began sucking her juices from them. "And, you are one very tasty woman, too!"

Smiling, she said, "I'm glad that you like how I taste! Colton, I think that I'm ready for you to take me."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, then moved around on the bed so that he was at her feet. She drew her feet up the bed towards her, flexing her knees, and then spread her feet apart to open herself to him.

He crawled up between her legs until he was practically over her. I could see their eyes locked on each other's, and I could see Colt's cock suspended above her pussy. "You know that you are a dream come true, don't you?" he asked Claire.

"I'd like to think that I'm your dream come true, Colton," she answered back.

"Oh, baby, you are! You have no idea what affect you have on men, do you?!"

"Well, I know what affect I have on you and on my husband... and I like that very, very much!"

"Claire?" Colt asked.

"Colton?" Claire responded.

"I want to fuck you now. May I?"

She turned her head to me, and asked, "Love, may Colton and I fuck each other?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, you may fuck each other."

"Yes, Colton, you may fuck me," was her answer, along with a smile and a nod of her head.

My view of her pussy was not a very good angle, so I moved from the chair to the edge of the bed for a better view of what was about to happen.

Colt slowly lowered his body down, positioning the head of his cock just outside her vaginal opening. He smiled, and asked, "Would you like to help me find my way in?"

Claire smiled, reached down to take the head of his cock, and drew it towards her until it touched her opening. She rubbed it around a little so to add some of her juice to lubricate the head and her outer pussy lips. "There you go. Did that help?" she giggled.

His response was to gently push the head of his cock into her. My mind spun out of control! It finally happened! Another man's cock had actually penetrated into her pussy. My gut was all knotted up, and I felt deep pangs of jealousy... and several other emotions all balled up so tightly together that I had a hard time figuring out just what I was feeling. I do remember that I was feeling very lustful, so turned on at the sight of my wife on her back, and with another man's cock in her.

"Ohhhh, this is going to feel nice, Colton!"

He pushed a little deeper, perhaps another inch.

"Very nice!" Claire added.

From where I was seated, I could see an enormous amount of her juices already bathing what little cock that he had in her.

He began pushing in again. This time, he went a couple of inches deeper.

"Mmmmmm. Even better, lover!" Claire whispered.

As he withdrew, his cock glistened with her juices. Another plunge, and he sank in another couple of inches.

"Oh, god, Colton! Oh, my god, you feel good!"

He held it for a few moments, then withdrew his cock, and pushed all the way in this time, bringing his body fully against her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, myyyyyyy goddddddd! Oh, babe, he's filling my pussy up with his cock!" Looking at me, "He feels so good in my pussy!"

My mouth went completely dry, and my hard-on was beyond compare. I didn't dare touch it for fear of exploding. Here I was, sitting on the edge of the bed where my wife was being fucked, and I was watching my beautiful wife, just lying there with her legs splayed wide, and a big cock completely implanted in her vagina.

They remained motionless for a few moments, and they stared at each other's face, just smiling. "We're officially fucking, Colton. I love it! I love knowing that your cock is in my body! It's making my pussy tingle!"

"It feels damned good for me, too, missy! Too good! I have to be careful that I don't cum too soon! I'm afraid that if I move, I'll erupt!"

"Colton, if you do, that's okay. I just want it to be in me. And we can always screw some more tonight, you know? Don't worry about it. Just fuck me, okay?"

He smiled, nodded, and pulled out until just the head of his cock was in her, only to slowly thrust in again. She pulled him down to her, and began kissing him wildly. It was the most erotic thing that I had ever witnessed, seeing my wife locked in a passionate kiss with another man, and with her knees spread wide as he pistoned in and out of her magnificent body.

Colton's pace sped up a little, and Claire began moving her hips to meet his strokes. Her sounds of passion began to get louder, and his thrusts became more emphatic.

"Fuck me, Colton! Fuck me hard! Please, fuck me hard!!!" she pleaded. His response was to drive hard and deep into her. "Yes, more, more, Colton! Fuck me like that! More!"

A few more of his thrusts, and her back arched upward against him. He kept the rhythm of his thrusting going, and she went over the edge with a shattering orgasm. Her breathing became rapid, her legs were writhing on the bed, and her moaning became guttural while she held her kiss with Colton. He kept forcing his cock deep down into her pussy without any let-up, then let out a wail..."Oh, god, Claire! Oh, god! Oh, my god! Oh, Claire, I'm cumming! I'm cumming in you! Oh, you beautiful woman! I'm filling you with my cum!"

They kept fucking each other even though they both had spent their orgasms on each other. I didn't blame them! I know that Claire and I enjoy continuing fucking well after we both came. We just couldn't get enough of each other, and didn't want that moment to end.

I could see his jism coating his cock each time he pulled out, only to see it accumulate on the lips of her pussy when he thrust back into her, and then trickle down her pussy to her ass. She just kept humping back at his cock.

The force of their humping lessened until they were motionless with his cock still impaled deeply in her. They were still kissing.

Colt raised his upper body off of hers, and just looked down at her face. She gazed up into his eyes, and smiled. He returned her smile, and she began to giggle. Her giggle took an unexpected turn when it turned into a little sob, followed by a few more.

Colt got a concerned look on his face. "What's wrong, Claire?"

She looked at me, "I'm just a little confused with myself," she said. "I know that what we did was so wrong in the eyes of many, and goes against everything that I held to as I grew up. But... it... it feels just too right and pleasurable for me to feel anything but joy over this. Trenton, I like it! I truly do! It makes me feel so alive and sensual... like I'm more of a woman than I ever was! Am I okay in thinking this?" she asked with a little bit of a smile on her face.

I reached over to brush her tears away with my thumb, "My love, you have always been more woman that you could have ever imagined. You just found a way to free yourself. And I like it, too, if it helps any to know that. Ask Colt if he likes this 'you'."

"Colton?" she asked.

"Claire, I have always seen the woman in you. I am so grateful and filled with emotion that you allowed me to help you in discovering this about you!" I couldn't help but notice that, as he said this, his cock was still hard, still in her, and his cum was seeping out.

"Thank you both for sharing that with me. I feel comforted. Thank you. I also feel well-fucked!" this time, said with a broad, beaming smile. "Colton, your cock feels so good in me. I can feel your cum leaking out. That feels good, too, knowing that you put your cum in me. That makes it an official complete fuck! We fucked, Colton! What do you think about that?" she asked.

"Happy to help, Lady Claire. Happy to help. I will say that, if that wasn't the strongest orgasm that I ever had, it was without a doubt the most enjoyable!"

"Sweetheart, I've been hard for a long, long time tonight. I need to do something about it soon before I get 'blue balls'. What do you think about the idea of another man filling you up with his cum tonight?" I asked.

"Oh, my, yes! That would be so hot. Never did I think that something like this would happen to me! Trent, I want you to fuck me, too!"

Colt pulled out, and I saw a stream of cum gush out of her pussy. He went to the bathroom, and returned with a small towel to clean her up with. After a little wiping here and there, I climbed between her legs. Her pussy gaped a little from the fucking that she just had, but, never yet having had children, her vagina was like a glove... and her well-fucked and lubed pussy did not disappoint.

My cock slid in somewhat easier because of the jism that Colt pumped into her, and I was able to sink my shaft all the way in with one push. Claire inhaled deeply, and smiled up at me.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Do you like fucking me, knowing that I've just been fucked by another man?"

"I do! I find it so incredibly erotic and sexy!"

"It makes me feel so good, knowing that I'm sexually satisfying two men. Oh, god, Trent, I love it when you fill me with your cock!"

I found myself having to focus on keeping from shooting too soon, and I was successful for a few minutes. Then I just couldn't hold off any longer. A powerful urge to pump my sperm in her pussy overwhelmed me, and I came. I came real hard, and for a long time, spurting countless jets of cum deep within her. My entire groin was still tingling after I expended all of my cum, and so I kept thrusting in and out of her.

I began to recognize signs that she was beginning to feel the onset of an orgasm, and I thrust with more urgency. As her orgasm burst up out of her, she wrapped her arms around me, forcing me down onto her, and she began furiously thrusting her hips up to meet my cock on its downstroke. Through her orgasm, she just emitted a long, unending moan, capping it with a faint smile as she gazed into my eyes.

Softly, she said, "Trent, I feel so womanly and sexy, knowing that I just fucked two handsome men in a row, and that my vagina is full of their sperm. Sexy!"

"Sexy!" I echoed.

We lay there in each other's arms for a while, then I rolled onto my side next to her. I looked up to find Colt smiling at us, still next to her on her other side. "Sexy!" he agreed.

"Thank you, Trenton," Claire offered. "And you, too, Colton. This was so incredibly special!" She stayed on her back, and reached down to caress Colt's cock. "I never would have ever thought that I would ever see your nice cock, much less have it in me, filling me with your semen." Colt's cock seemed to be spasming back to life as she continued to caress it.

"I don't know what you men have in mind, whether this is going to be a one-time thing, or something special that we enjoy in the future, but, in case this is it, may I have one more go-round with Colton's cock for good measure?" We both chuckled. "You certainly may," I responded, "as long as Colt is up to it."

"A woman this beautiful? How can I resist?" Colt replied.

Claire used the towel to dab most of my cum from her pussy. When she put the towel down, Colt positioned himself over her, and between her legs. His cock was fully engorged, and he effortlessly entered her as she guided the head into her opening.

As he pistoned in and out of her, Claire pivoted her hips up and down to meet his thrusts. Colt rested his body down on hers, and they locked in a deep kiss. They never broke the kiss as they continued fucking each other.

I detected whimpers coming from Claire, starting out softly, and growing in strength. Suddenly, she broke their kiss, and pressed her cheek against his face on my side, seemingly so that I could see. With her mouth near his ear, she uttered, "Colton, you're making me cum! Fuck me, oh, god, please fuck me! Fuck me, Colton! I want you to cum in me again! Please, cum in me! I want your sperm in my body! Mmmmmm, Coltonnnnnnnnnnnn!"

With that, Colt came with a muffled rasp. "Oh, fuck! Fuck, Claire! You are so fucking hot! I'm cumming! I'm cumming in you, Lady Claire!" he exclaimed as he continued to pump, filling her insides with his cum.

When they were both spent, they rested, him atop her beautiful body, and her feeling the pressing of his body against her nakedness.

I just gazed in marvel at what I was witnessing... my wife fucking my best friend... and sexually coupled in nakedness... with my complete approval.

Colt stirred, and said, "Trent, I don't want to wear this beautiful lady out. She's had a lot of manhood in her tonight," to which she giggled. "I do believe that she has worn me just about out, though. It might be a good idea if we got our rest, now."

Claire lifted her head to give him a peck on his lips, and gently stirred to sit up. Sitting, she spoke, "Oh, wow, is all that I can say! I never saw this coming when I woke up this morning, but I am damn sure glad it did. Trenton... Colton... thank you both for making me feel that side of my womanhood. I never knew it existed. But I'm glad she came out to visit with you both tonight. Thank you!"

We all let out a little laugh.

As she sat, I couldn't help but fix my gaze between her legs, watching Colt's cum ooze out of her pussy. I felt my cock harden just a bit more.

"That is one hell of a woman you have inside of you, Lady Claire!" Colt shared smilingly.

With that, we arose, gathered what clothes we had shed earlier, and, saying our "Good nights" to each other, walked nakedly to our room.

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Once inside of our closed room, Claire wrapped her arms around me, and asked, "Are you okay with what I did?"

I lightly laughed, caressed her hair, and said, "I am more than okay. I'm happy that you got to experience something that some people only fantasize about, or don't even want to think about. Truth be known, I've wondered how you would handle something like this if the situation ever came about. You were exceptional, Claire. I can assure you that I will get a hard-on any time I think about tonight!"

"Then we're okay? This isn't going to ruin what we have?"

"Claire, this will not ruin anything," I assured her. "If anything, reminiscing over tonight will probably land us in bed, fucking each other silly."

She emitted a giggle. "I'm thinking about it right now, and would you believe that I want to fuck you again so badly?"

"Yes. Same here!"

Hand-in-hand, we walked to the bed, climbed aboard, fucked ourselves to near exhaustion, and then cuddled.

"Trent?" she spoke so softly.

"Yes, Claire?" I responded.

"This is all so new and unexpected to me. I know that you, Colton, and Julia did it more than once... maybe several times. What's going to happen with us now that the line has been crossed? Is this a one-time experience, or are you and Colton going to want to do it some more?"

I paused in thought. "If this is to be something that we find to be a special pleasure between the three of us, then I would be comfortable with it happening again on occasion. But the answer to your question is really with you. How do you feel about it? If you are able to have a healthy understanding for what this is, then the three of us will be able to respect this. Colton and Julia had two main rules, and those were that there would be no going behind anyone's back... complete honesty... and, that when one no longer wanted to do this anymore, it would stop. Julia broke the first rule, and it ruined their marriage. Claire, I trust Colton. And, more so, I trust you. So, if you want to do this again, then I'm okay with it."

"I might feel differently about it as time passes after tonight, but the way that I'm feeling right now, I could see us doing it again. Does that bother you to hear me say that I would fuck another man again?"

"No, Claire, it doesn't bother me at all. It's quite understandable, given how you've been brought up in a straight-laced community, and having just had the best sex of your life by fucking two horny men. Like you, based on what went through my mind tonight as I watched you, remembering how hard my cock was the whole time that I watched you fucking him, I would say that watching you fuck another man is quite erotic."

I again paused in quiet thought.

"Would you like me to talk to Colt? You know, to see how he feels about it? Knowing him as well as I do, though, I think I already know the answer to that," I quipped.

Smilingly, she asked, "And what do you think his answer would be, Mr. Clairvoyant?"

"Is that a play on words?" I shot back.

"Not intentionally," she lightly laughed, "but it was a good one, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was," I replied.

Claire persisted. "The answer, please."

"Love, I'm pretty sure that he also just had some of the best sex in his life. And, he's a man. I do believe that he would be more than happy to have sex with you again. But, as a celebrity, he has to be very discreet. With that said, if it does happen, it can't be often, and it must be very hidden. Now, your answer, please."

"Yes, please do talk to him. I trust him, too, Trenton. I know that we all have a deep love for each other, but I trust that he will not lose sight of the form of 'friend' love that he has for us... particularly for me... and of what boundless love that I have for you. As long as everything is within the lanes, I'm fine with inviting him to join us for some intimate fun between the closest of friends again. Thank you, Trenton. I love you so much!"

"Okay. We're having breakfast brought up to the room in the morning before we have to vacate. I'll chat with him then. And, I love you so much, too!"

She grinned. I grinned. Wrapped around each other, we kissed, and we drifted off to sleep.

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Morning came all too quickly. I just lay there, still entangled with my bride in her radiant nakedness. Sensing what smelled like breakfast, I carefully extracted myself from Claire so as not to wake her.

I put my athletic shorts and a t-shirt on, and left our bedroom for the dining area of the suite where I found Colt already engaged in coffee, eggs, and creamed beef on hashbrowns... one of our favorites from our Marine Corps days.

I poured myself some coffee, and sat adjacent to Colt at the table.

He raised his mug to his lips, paused, looked over the rim of his coffee cup at me, and asked, "Are we all okay?".

With a poker face, I replied, "Man, you have no idea! You're not going to believe this, but..."

The end....?