16/02/2015
This is more of an epilog than a final chapter.
After leaving the end of the school year party we had discussed how much fun we’d had. I’d had the opportunity to fuck lithe little Leigh and Billie, my horny little wife, had fun with Steve and Thomas, then Thomas, then me, and then Steve again the next morning.
We spoke about how we were looking forward to the next one, but, alas, it was never to happen. There were a number of reasons.
My new duty station was only a little over two hours from home. I was home almost every weekend except when I had duty. On these weekends Billie would usually join me and we would camp out at the base’s recreational campground.
Billie had also registered for the summer session taking a full load in her minor, drama. In addition to her class load, she was kept busy at the library, modeling for the art department and modeling for the local fine arts center.
Thomas and Steve had been accepted for internships at the National Gallery for the Arts in Washington, D.C. They were working in art restoration. By the end of the summer both of them had girlfriends they had met while working in the Gallery.
James was working in his families’ business as well as taking classes. He and Leigh had become an item. Billie, with her busy schedule, rarely had time to model for him.
As her senior year started she was even busier with various senior art projects. This included assisting other graduating seniors with their Senior Art Shows and preparing for her senior show. These along with working in the library kept her extremely busy.
After she graduated Billie joined me at my duty station. While we met some good people neither one of us had any sexual adventures. Conditions just weren’t conducive at this location; military base, small town and very, very closed minds.
We were there for almost another year and a half. During that time I was approached and interviewed for a specific command on the west coast. After completing a myriad of paper work I received orders transferring me to the west coast.
My new duty station was a busy one. There were numerous training exercises, loading out, offloading, deployments, re-fits and overhauls. The hours were long and at times quite arduous. We worked hard but we were given adequate downtime.
Billie did have a couple of extramarital trysts. She discovered, however, there was a big difference between college chums having no-strings attached sex and what the local pussy-hounds in a large town with a large military base were after.
Our marriage as never officially closed. Our extramarital sexual adventures did, over a period of time fizzle out. Both of us had opportunities but neither of us took advantage of these opportunities as we found we were happier and far more satisfied with one another.
We have now been married for over forty years. We are both in our sixth decade of life. At times, we talk and re-live our adventures. Both of us find them amusing and… we wouldn’t change a thing. They had been fun and we have no regrets.
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