29/05/2025
A few years after Jess and I married, a friend of mine was killed in a motor cycle accident. A couple of his army buddies turned up for the funeral and because they had travelled a long distance, they booked into a local hotel for a couple of nights.
After the funeral, we were all invited to the wake in a local pub as is generally the case at a British funeral. Whilst at the wake, Jess and I were circulating, talking to friends and family of my deceased friend.
Jess and I spent some time with the two soldiers, they were nice guys, easy to converse with and I couldn't help but notice that they both looked extremely fit, as would be expected of an active soldier. I moved on and left Jess talking to these guys for a while. Jess always preferred the company of men, however she joined me a few minutes later.
Before we left the wake, the widow invited us back to her house the following night for drinks and light bites so that we could reminisce and swap tales of his life. When we arrived we found that his two army friends were there also.
As the evening wore on, Jess went to the kitchen to get another drink from the fridge and as it happened one of these army guys followed her in, also to get himself a drink. They struck up a conversation and lingered in the kitchen for quite some time. From where I was sitting I could clearly see them talking and laughing with each other until eventually Jess came back to sit with me.
She told me of their conversation which was just idle chatter but then she said he started hitting on her and asked if she was free to see him later. Of course Jess told him that it wasn't possible as she was here with her husband, and she thought that would be the end of it. I didn't think much more of it and just had a little chuckle.
As I was sitting there, my mind started working overtime, I was looking at this fit, healthy guy and I started to imagine him fucking Jess. I got so turned on that I actually wanted it to happen. This is crazy, I thought to myself, this is neither the time nor the place for me to be having these thoughts, this was too close to home but I was so horny I wanted it, I wanted him to fuck Jess.
I whispered to Jess, do you want him? of course not she said, this is not the place to be discussing this. I think you do fancy him, I insisted, and he is only here for another day so you wait you might miss the opportunity. That set Jess thinking, she said to me, he is rather dishy isn't he? that was it, I said ok, go get him.
Jess got up and headed towards the kitchen and as she passed the army guy, she nodded for him to follow her which he duly did.
From where I was sat I could see them talking, I can't describe the incredible angst I was feeling watching them, knowing that they were making arrangements to fuck each other. I had an erection that I was trying desperately to hide and I was totally unable to follow the conversation going on around me.
They made arrangements to meet up at his hotel the following afternoon, but, when I got her home that night we had the most wonderful sex whilst we talked about what she was going to do next day.
Next day Jess met up with him at his hotel bar where he wasted no time taking her up to his room where they stripped off and fucked on his bed.
When Jess came home she was on cloud nine, she was still quite new to the hotwifing lifestyle and she confessed that was the best sex she'd had so far. She confessed that she would have loved to see him again but he only had three days compassionate leave to attend the funeral and he had to go back. So Jess and I had another fuck session and I got my warm sloppy seconds.