How I Kept My Man

I met my husband while vacationing in Jamaica. I had just graduated from a community college in my home town in northern Ohio and was celebrating by going to the Caribbean with my best friend Kayla (my name is Kathy).

She and I were inseparable during high school and college. We were like twins, but not physically. I’m 5’6” tall, shoulder-length natural blonde hair, blue eyes, between a B and C cup and usually a size 12 at about 145 pounds. Kayla is about 5’10” tall, has straight jet-black hair, dark brown eyes, a definite D cup and is a size 14 at about 185 pounds.

While dancing in one of the resort clubs in Jamaica, I caught the eye of a handsome guy who appeared to be unaccompanied. He resembled Tom Cruise, but was a bit shorter (about the same height as me) and more muscular. His big brown eyes and adorable white toothed smile were probably what made my knees a little wobbly when he first approached me.

I can’t remember what his pick-up line was, but it must have worked. After dancing a couple of dances, we were off to the beach. We sat on the warm sand just talking, and occasionally kissing, until about 2:00 a.m. Looking into his eyes may have made my knees wobble, but kissing him, well, that made other parts of my body respond . . . big time! However, he was a gentleman and did not try to go any further than kissing.

During our talk, I learned that his name was Ben, he was 24 years old, from Texas and was a first lieutenant in the army stationed about 3 hours from me in Michigan. His job had something to do with flying in helicopters and working in secure areas of the base, but he never talked much about the technical side of his work with me. He said he had been stationed there for only six months and would likely be there for at least another three years.

Ben played baseball and football on the base teams. He looked so good in his tight pants! When I said he was muscular, I meant all over. His legs, arms, chest and shoulders all seemed to be the perfect combination of chiseled, like rock, yet soft to caress. His look, walk and mannerisms all displayed the confidence of an athlete and a man who knew where he was going. Not conceited or uppity, just confident. But when Ben was with me, it was like I was the only person in the world. He made me feel very special.

As you can probably tell already, I was falling for him fast! As they say, timing is everything. My timing with meeting him couldn’t have been better. He had just broken-up with a girlfriend who he said he liked a lot, but who was acting way too needy for him. I could kind of understand her feelings . . . it was very easy to want to cling to this guy!

After we returned from Jamaica, Ben and I would get together for dates either in Ohio or Michigan on the weekends. I was living with Kayla at the time in a very small apartment and initially I was reluctant to have Ben stay with me there.

Again, ever being the gentleman, Ben never pressed the issue or made me feel like I had to sleep with him. But OH was my body wanting to!

Our initial dates in Michigan were with other couples and Ben had arranged for me to stay in “visiting bachelor officer quarters” on the base.

After a couple of months of dating, Ben took me to a Michigan vs. Ohio State football game in Columbus (Ben was a U of M grad). I had never been to one of those games and it was unbelievably exciting! The game was close throughout and Michigan ended-up winning.

I had not seen Ben so excited and full of energy before. A couple of times after Michigan made big plays, he scooped me up with just one arm and pulled me to him for a kiss. Wow was this guy strong! I weigh about 145 pounds, but he lifted and squeezed me like I was a feather pillow!

After the game, Ben took me out for a very nice dinner. At about 8:00, Ben said that we should start on the drive home because it was about 3 hours for me and another 3 beyond that for him. At this point, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to have him!

I suggested that after such a long and exciting day, that we should just get rooms at a local hotel instead of driving all the way back. We also discussed the options of walking around Columbus in the morning and making a leisurely day of activities on Sunday. It sounded pretty good to him, so we stayed for a couple more glasses of wine and at about 9:30, we left in search of a hotel.

A few miles from the restaurant, we came to a very nice looking Hilton, and I was surprised when he pulled into the parking lot. It seemed like a pretty expensive place to stay.

As we were walking-up to the entrance I mentioned the luxury of it to him and he said not to worry because he’d pay for my room too. I said that wouldn’t be necessary because I didn’t need a room.

He stopped and looked quizzically at me. I told him that one room would be plenty for us.

He smiled, gently pulled me to him and kissed me. He was such a good kisser! The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but built-up into a full-blown passionate exchange. We needed to get a room!

That night was fantastic! Ben took forever undressing me. A prolonged kiss and caress preceded every button opened or zipper drawn down. No part of my body was missed as my unveiling progressed. By the time he was unhooking my C-cup bra, I was on fire!

He must have spent an hour caressing and kissing my breasts. I was in a constant state of rolling orgasm before he even started moving my panties down my legs. Then the real intensity began. Oh, what that man could do with a woman’s pussy!

I thought that we didn’t come with instruction manuals, but Ben must have found one and memorized it. He had me climbing mountains then cascading down streams of bathtub warm water! Sometimes he took my body places I can’t even describe. It was like explosions of pleasure coming from my middle, down to my toes, back up to the ends of my hair and back again! Wow!

While Ben was strumming my body like a harp, he had stripped-down just to his underwear. I was caressing whatever part of his body I could reach during his virtuoso performance on me. It was the first time I had been able to touch those muscular buns and I couldn’t wait to get to the front.

Finally, I stopped him and said that it was his turn.

When I pulled off his underwear, I was delighted to find a 7” long, nice thick cock framed by a nice amount of dark brown hair with that delicious trail leading from his belly-button. His pelvic bones sloped tantalizingly inward to his very large, walnut sized balls. I couldn’t have imagined a more manly, erotic site!

I had slept with several guys before Ben. One had a very large cock that felt nice in me until he’d push it into my cervix. Ouch and no thank you! Ben’s cock was perfect for me and his big balls were sooo nice to hold!

Well, I soon got down to business. I first wanted to get Ben off with my mouth, so down I went. Licking, nibbling, bobbing. Up, down, up, down, then round and round. All the while, I got to hold and fondle his walnuts. Lucky me!

Soon, Ben warned me that I should stop because he was getting real close. After all the pleasure he had given unselfishly to me, I couldn’t wait for him to let go into my mouth.

And let go he did! I had never before felt a man fire shots of cum so forcefully into the back of my mouth nor keep cumming so much. There was no way I could swallow fast enough to keep it all in my mouth and it started to leak out across my lips, cheek and down my neck. I must have been quite a site.

I stayed with my head resting on Ben’s muscular thighs and my hand caressing his balls and sometimes going up to his cock. He was gently stroking my hair and face, with an occasional finger tip across my eye brows and temples. It was a wonderfully sensual time.

After a little while, our eyes met and he told me how wonderful our time has been together since we met in Jamaica. It was so beautiful that I had to hold back tears.

Ben gently reached down and began pulling me up to him. I didn’t want to let go of his cock or balls just yet, so I kept stroking them. When my head was up on his shoulder, he started to lean into me for a kiss. I pulled back a little and said that I should clean up first. He just held me tight and said that none of that mattered, only him and I and that he needed to kiss me now.

So another first for me. No man had ever kissed me after oral sex and here Ben was passionately French-kissing me with traces of cum in my mouth and fresh cum on my lips, cheek and chin. It didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he seemed to be getting erect in my hand while we were kissing.

That erection was put to good use between my legs and a couple more erections followed before morning came. It was, by far, the most wonderful weekend for me ever and I hoped Ben felt the same.

He seemed to be in good spirits, as always, while we were walking around Columbus. He even took me on a walk around the Ohio State campus, despite the huge rivalry between it and his alma mater. We just seem so happy together. I was hoping our relationship would continue.

And for another first for me, I began to wonder if Ben was going to be my husband. I had never before considered any of my boyfriends as potential permanent parts of my life. Now I couldn’t imagine being without Ben. It was a little scary, but it just seemed so right at the same time. I had to remember to avoid being clingy though.

We continued dating every weekend, but were now staying at one or the other’s place the entire time. We used e-mail, instant messaging and phone calls in between. We seemed to be growing closer and closer.

For the holidays, he invited me to join him in Texas with his family and asked how we might be able to spend some time with my family too. He was so considerate to want to have time with me and my family and I was excited (and a bit nervous) to meet his family.

We worked out a schedule then enabled us to do both and have a lot of private time together. It was during one of these private times, while overlooking the lighted state capital in Austin at night from a tree house in his parent’s yard that he had built as a kid, that he asked me to marry him!

We had only been dating for about five months, but I knew he was the man for me. I think I probably awoke the entire neighborhood when I screamed and said YES! It was very exciting and romantic!

We got married in an outdoor ceremony the following Spring in the Irish Hills area of Michigan. The apple and cherry blossoms were out, the grass was the deepest green and the tulips and other flowers were carpeting the sides of some of the hills. Our families were there, together with many of Ben’s army buddies. One of his buddies even arranged to fly a Cobra helicopter over the ceremony for us!

Our honeymoon was back where we met in Jamaica. It was much nicer going there with Ben rather than with Kayla. I love Kayla and have remained close friends with her, but Ben is a “best friend with benefits” to steal a phase from a popular song.

Ben and I swam with dolphins, took moonlight sailboat cruises on small catamarans and hiked up the Dunn’s River Falls. Of course, we probably spent about two-thirds of our time in bed (or over an easy chair or on the sofa or in our private hot tub!)

One thing extraordinary about Ben was his sexual stamina. I swear this man could go forever. He’d routinely cum three times a day! One day, he actually came five times! I didn’t think this was possible!

Even more amazing was his continued focus on my pleasure. If he came three times, I came at least four. He never failed to please me sexually and never pressured me into having sex. It just happened when it happened. Often, it was just me turning toward him and accidentally brushing my breast against his arm that got us started.

It was just an absolutely wonderful honeymoon with my wonderful man!

When we returned, I moved in with him to the married officers’ quarters on base. It was exactly like a nice 1-bedroom apartment. I was given an orientation to the base and the amenities available to officers’ wives, including the Officers’ Club, commissary, base exchange (like a department store), health club facilities, etc. I was quite surprised by how nice it was.

I took a job off-base in a local clinic working as a lab technician. It was interesting work, paid OK and introduced me to friends locally.

I continued to maintain my close friendship with Kayla as she still lived about 2 hours from us in northern Ohio. Her recent experiences had been kind of opposite to mine with Ben. She had been in a relationship with a rather inconsiderate guy, but was staying with him for whatever reason us women stay with these kind of men.

She visited with me about once or twice a month and was telling me how her boyfriend had been neglecting her, emotionally and physically. I felt really bad for her.

Kayla was a little overweight and was a bit taller than average, but had a pretty face and big firm breasts. She was pretty shy around guys, and she wasn’t much of a bar girl, so it wasn’t very easy for her to hook-up with a guy.

During our girly-girl talks over the years, she has shown quite an adventurous sexual streak. It seemed that if there was anything a girl can do with a guy, she had done it; probably lots of times!

With her sexual appetite, I would think that any guy would want to hold onto her. But it seems that her current boyfriend was just the opposite. She said that he had become strictly a “once a week” guy and that was it.

On the other hand, Ben was a virile as ever. I’d swear that his body must naturally create Viagra for him to have the sexual power that he has. However, he continued to never make me feel pressured into sex. This was good, because with me working full-time, adjusting to the new lifestyle on the army base and the routine of living together, my sex drive seemed to have dimmed somewhat.

Well, Ben’s virility soon had its consequences and I delivered a healthy baby girl, Kimberly, just 11 months after we wed.

During most of my pregnancy, my sex drive had picked back up. Ben seemed to be really turned on seeing me pregnant. He said that I glowed. Of course, he didn’t mind that my boobs expanded to a size D.

Twelve weeks after Kim’s birth, I returned to work at the clinic. Ben seemed to adore Kim and was ever the doting daddy. I was enjoying being a young mom and getting the new attention from both sides of the family.

Kayla finally left her boyfriend and got a job in the same clinic I worked. She moved to an apartment about five minutes outside the base and our friendship continued to be very strong. However, despite being so close to an army base, Kayla was without male companionship and was kind of depressed about it.

After things settled back to a routine, life was going along just fine. Watching Kim grow was a joy. Ben seemed to like what he did for the army and continued to play baseball. He gave up football to avoid injury and began swimming regularly. He’d also take Kim swimming to get her used to the water and to let her splash around. They were quite a team.

My sex drive had taken another downward dip and I was starting to get a little concerned about whether I was being fair to Ben. I was only feeling sexual about once a week and starting thinking about what that did to Kayla when her boyfriend was like that with her. To make up for it, I’d force myself to initiate sex with Ben a few times each week.

It felt good once we’d get started, but I still was feeling like I was forcing it. I’d just want to give Ben a quick blow job, but he, of course, wanted me to enjoy it too. He’d do all the right things with me, but I just wasn’t into it like before. I know it sounds cliché, but the problem was with me, not him.

I started worrying that Ben might start to look for someone else. He didn’t do anything specific to make me think that he was looking to stray. It’s just that he was so good looking and I knew that other women would just love to get their paws on him. He was a great catch, I absolutely loved him and didn’t want to lose him.

Perhaps it was paranoia on my part, but I knew what his sexual power was and that I wasn’t giving him the outlet that I knew his body needed. And when I did, I wasn’t really into it either.

Well, reading this account, you probably put two and two together easier than I did when I was living it. It took me a while, but if finally had an epiphany. My wonderful, sexually powerful husband and my dearest best girlfriend, deprived of sex for so long. This should happen, but how? How could I put them together without losing both?

So often in my life when I’ve heard people describing a problem, it seems that the answer given to solve them all is “communication”. I thought this through and decided that I should talk about this in some way with both of them. I knew it was a potential minefield, but nothing was more important to me than my husband, daughter and Kayla and I know they felt the same of me.

I figured that I shouldn’t just spring this discussion on them, but rather, start with a little kindling for the fire first. The best way would be to get Kayla over to the swimming pool when Ben was there and let her see him in (nearly) all his glory. I knew that seeing him like that would get her thinking (and probably masturbating) and that when she got to see how wonderful he is with Kim and what a nice guy he is, she’d be game.

Ben, being a guy, would be interested in Kayla as soon as he saw her in her bathing suit. The trick with him was making him feel that it was OK for him to get together with her. This would probably have to happen later.

For about a month, Ben, Kayla, Kim and I would go to the pool three times a week. My predictions of Ben and Kayla’s reactions to each other was right on target. They soon became friends and there seemed to be a little sexual tension in the air between them. The splashing fights definitely took on a flirty nature between them. And it was common to find them helping each other out of the pool, with the accompanying innocent body touching.

I decided that it was time to get them to know one another more intimately. Since Kayla came to our apartment pretty regularly, it was easy to arrange. I invited Kayla to join us for dinner and to watch one of the football games that was on that evening.

Ben cooked for us on the grill and served us with some wonderful wine with dinner. We were having a very nice time. Kim went to bed on time at 7:00 and left the adults to themselves.

It had been a while since we were left un-chaperoned, so Ben got out another large bottle of wine and said that we should empty it.

Kayla said that she was already a bit drunk and that she’d be unsafe to drive home if she drank any more.

I told her that we had plenty of room for her to crash in our apartment and not to worry about it.

The football game between the Lions and Rams started at 8:00. We were joking about what a blow-out it was going to be with the Rams over the Lions, but Ben cautioned us that the Lions were coming on strong lately.

We got a good laugh over Ben’s comments and kidded him that his time in Michigan had converted the Texas boy into a Lion’s fan.

Ben took the jesting OK, but insisted that the Lions had a chance.

I asked him if he was willing to make a bet on that?

He said sure, but what stakes did I have in mind?

I said that us girls would talk it over first.

Kayla and I were like giggling high school girls again when talking about the options for the bet. Most were silly. Some outrageous. Some illegal. We settled on the loser having to do a strip tease for the winners.

I figured that Kayla would enjoy seeing Ben in his birthday suit and that maybe that would heat things up a bit between them.