Lindsay Loves It Ch. 01

This is a story about people who have sex outside of their marriage and enjoy it. This isn't a wimp/cuckold story and yes, you can argue about the definition of cuckold if you so desire. For the hundreds of people who routinely enjoy my stories, I hope you continue to do so. For the one or two rage filled idiots who read them anyway knowing what they are about just so they can anonymously wage their own crazy war, too bad. There's no forum on this story to vent your hate, there's no voting or comments allowed. You'll have to twitter, instagram, or blog your pointless anger.

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Hi, I'm Lindsay. I'm married to Cody, very happily. I'm 28, Cody is 31. I'm just under 5 feet tall (though I always say I'm 5' 2"). I have big, firm tits, at least for someone so small. I have a round, tight, bubble butt which is invitingly spankable. I'm curvy, as Cody says. He loves my body. He refers to me as a "spinner," because he can spin me on his big, delicious cock. I was blessed with really soft, smooth skin, probably a result of my celtic heritage. I'm a natural strawberry blonde.

Cody is 6 feet tall, athletic still, and still has the tight, muscular body he had in college as a lacrosse player. He has the toned muscle more of a swimmer than a body builder. My girlfriends have been endlessly jealous of me because of him. He's got that strong, firm jaw and most often has a sexy five o'clock shadow look. His hair is thick and wavy. He's a winner.

I'm a bit of a slut. Ok, maybe more than a bit. I've pretty much always been that way. I love the hell out of sex, I can't get enough of it. I was very popular in school and I never dated anyone where it didn't end in the guy at least getting his dick sucked. I'm always thinking about it and after having it I'm already thinking about how and when I can get it again. Not all that coincidentally, we met in a situation that exemplified it.

I was still a senior in high school and through the grapevine I heard about a fraternity party. I dressed up as sexy as I could and tried to pass myself off as a college girl. It was like a dream come true for me, there were all those young, horny men just waiting to devour me. Cody was one of the frat boys. For years after, he actually thought he "saved" me from his fraternity brothers. He found out only much later what I really was into. By the time he had "rescued" me, I'd already sucked off two of his buddies, which he didn't learn until later. My sex drive is still high, and sucking cock is one of those things that drive me crazy with desire.

Cody, being a fit, young male, was able to keep up with me in his early 20's. However, as time goes on my sex drive far outpaces his, even though we still have fantastic sex together but, what we used to do daily we now do 2 to 3 times a week. Without even having to have a discussion about it, Cody brought up the idea of me having sex with others. We'd been married about 3 years by then. We've continued our lifestyle to this day. We like to play games. Anything either of us does always includes the other (yes, I also consented to him having other women, as well, which a couple of my lusty friends have taken full advantage of).

I am out there more often, not surprisingly. Turns out Cody gets nearly as much pleasure hearing about my activities as he does having me himself, though he generally has me each and every time after I've been with someone else. He calls me having sex with others, "foreplay" for the two of us. I tend to agree, even though I often have incredible sex with someone else, when I get home Cody never fails to completely satisfy me. On those nights, at least for a few hours, I am completely and fully satiated.

So for us, it's a win win, it's given me more sex, both with others AND with Cody, as he always wants to when I fool around. As for the games, we both like to play them, knowing each other's wants and desires so well. We both like the teasing, the buildup and elements of humiliation that having sex with others can bring.

Cody is no wimp and I'd never treat him like one, but, there still is some built in humiliation at having your wife at the mercy of someone else. Conversely, there's always some embarrassment for me, being married and being used in unique ways. We both use that for each other's pleasure. There's also no denying Cody, I'd never keep that cock away from my mouth or my pussy, unless it was part of game we were playing. Even when that happens, he knows he won't have to go without it for very long, neither of us could stand that.

Cody also knows my desire to be taken. He knows I prefer men who take what they want, who don't ask. I like being spanked, tied up, and used good and hard. You'd be surprised at how difficult that is to find. Most men I run into are into the whole, "sensitive lover" thing. I don't need that. I can get that from Cody, who also can give me the rough treatment as well. No, if I do it, I like men who make me.

That brings me to one of our first games that included others. I've always been a daddy's girl. My daddy was in the military, he was strong, he was rough, he was crude, but he was loving. I'm sure it's where I got my desire for spanking. Daddy never spared the rod. I got spanked often, being kind of a wild child. It was always bare assed, too, which added to the embarrassment. Even when I was older he spanked my bare ass in front of my girlfriends.

He died too young, though no doubt it was due to how much he smoked and drank. Cody, on the other hand, was raised by former hippies. They are totally anti-military, anti-government. Cody tends to be more like them, though he doesn't blame soldiers for the situation they get in. He's more empathetic to the soldier, while still being against military, or at the government's use of them, at least. He and I would "discuss" our differences every time I would see a military man in uniform. I couldn't help it, it never fails to get me worked up. I know it's a psychological thing due to my daddy. Cody would just shake his head and joke about me wanting to "service" them.

This led to what really started to open our marriage. I'd already begun having extramarital sex for nearly two years. Sometimes I'd get a dinner or a movie out of the deal, but it was just for the sex for me. Cody had already nailed two of my friends.

At the beginning, we were both kind of embarrassed to talk about what we'd done with others. However, as it went on, we found that talking about it, sharing it actually increased the pleasure of it all. For instance, my first few "flings" I had were often just blow jobs to lucky men I flirted with at our athletic club. Naturally, I'd tell Cody after I came home but he was reluctant to discuss it. After a time though, we discovered that my telling him about it heightened both of our enjoyment. He began to love hearing about it and, I enjoyed telling him. He also began helping me "plan" things, even suggesting who, or where. I really dug his involvement in it.

It was the best of both worlds for me. One of the first examples of it was when I mentioned to Cody about how one of the men at the club was hitting on me. I'd already had sex with a couple of other guys from the club by that time. Cody really got into hearing about him, how obviously excited it made me, how attractive I thought he was. He told me he wanted me to make sure the guy got to see plenty the next time I went in. He had me wear my tight black yoga pants and a really tight, lycra top which does poor job of hiding my nipples, especially when i'm excited (which is often!).

Cody told me to go to the club, see if he was there, hit on him. I was to lead him on, and if he was game, take him out to the parking lot and suck his cock. I found out why later. I did as he suggested, I was creamy just thinking about it. The guy was totally receptive to my flirting and I had no trouble convincing him to come outside with me. He had a nice big SUV and I gave him a long, leisurely blowjob in comfort. When I got home, Cody was all smiles. Turns out he'd parked on the hill, just above our level and watched the whole thing. We had a memorable night of fucking, reliving it together.

Now I saw Cody's potential to get into it all as much as I wanted to. Cody liked to watch, to hear about it all. We vowed to be more adventurous. We discussed fantasies, certainly the military fantasy, but also things that had been percolating in my head, like the fraternity party thing. Both of us felt that it was left "unfinished" in a way. One of Cody's biggest turn ons is thinking of my smooth skin and wet pussy fucked by a black guy. I'd never done it, but I wasn't averse to it.

Cody surprised me by revealing something he'd kept secret since our wedding. He said he "noticed" that I was flirting with one of the waiters at our reception. He was right, I had flirted and danced with Juan. At the time it was harmless. I wouldn't have cheated on Cody then, and certainly not at our own wedding. However, Cody now mentioned how hot he thought that was, the possibility of some strange guy getting me while I still had on wedding attire and that I couldn't even wait one day to have someone else's cock.

It wasn't quite true, of course. It was in my nature to want to but I wouldn't have and, unbeknownst to Cody, Juan was a gay as they come, I found out later he'd actually been taken home that night by one of my brother's gay friends. Still, the thought that it excited Cody to think of me like that really opened my eyes. He still uses the thought to fire himself up when we have sex. In lust, he keeps saying he wishes I had done something.

However, up to this point it was kind of just random, hit and miss. It was a feeling out process which led to what happened. We were vacationing in Daytona Beach. We'd hinted to each other that this would be a good time to spread our wings, or as Cody teased me, to, "spread my legs." Cody even put a little pressure on me by saying he wanted to avoid having sex with me until he could get seconds. He knows he can probably go longer without it than me, it was more of a punishment for me than him! Cody encouraged me to parade around the beach all day in a skimpy bikini. Even before our adventures he always enjoyed me exhibiting my body to others. I was showing plenty of T & A, we both viewed it as advertising.

We went out together for two nights but didn't find the right kind of place or crowd. The third night, however, we found just the place. We were together, at a beach restaurant. It was one where you can just walk off the beach in your beachwear and sandals and plop right down at the bar or a table. I had on my bikini from the day of sunning and walking the beach. I had a see through white lacy cover on top. I had put on my levi short shorts which let my ample ass peek out on the bottom. I was so fucking horny by this point. We'd denied each other for days now and all day I had to watch as beautiful, muscled men walked by. It was time. We were sitting at a table. We both noticed a group of men at the bar. There were three of them, they were military. They still had their buzz cuts. They were young, probably just in their 20's. They didn't have uniforms on but I just knew they were servicemen. Cody saw me eyeing them.

"Them? Are you kidding? They look like they are barely out of high school! He teased. He saw my eyes glaze over, only partially because of the pina colada I'd been consuming. "Oh," he smirked. "It's the military thing."

He saw me blush. I responded shyly, with an embarrassed peep, "you know I can't help it."

"Yes, you want to service servicemen," he joked.

"Yesss," I purred.

"So it really doesn't matter their age, or whether or not they are good looking," he said as he eyed the potentials.

"Not really," I said truthfully. "Though, if you don't think that one big guy is hot, that's your problem," I smiled. I'd definitely noticed the one guy, the other two just looked like farm boys.

"So just because they are military, you'd let them fuck you?"

"Well, not all of them," I said, pointing to the men.

"No, I didn't mean them specifically. I mean, if you saw a man, especially in uniform, and you had my ok, you'd want to please him, pretty much no matter what?"

"Wow," I thought. I'd never thought of it that way. He was poking at a sensitive spot for me, he knew it. "Well, put that way, I guess so," I said with a blush.

"So, say some old guy, like an admiral, or a general or something, near retirement age, his hair all gray and his belly over his belt, you'd still want to, just because he's military?"

"Oh my god," I thought, as my pussy started to glisten. "Cody, stop," I urged, "you are making me fucking wet. Don't start something you don't want to finish."

He smirked at me. "Wow, I mean, you've always said things like that but I never realized the scope, the depth of all of this. So, I guess I can see why those guys at the bar turn you on, too. Well...I guess I can see I'll be sleeping alone tonight, at least for awhile," he laughed.

"Cody!" I said as I playfully slapped his arm. We sat in silence for a few moments before I looked him in the eyes. "Do you want me to...really?"

"Look at how hot you are right now," he said, noticing my flushed face. "I'm kind of excited now too, at the moment," he said as he led my hand across his lap. His erection was unmistakable.

"What should I do?" I squeaked. Remember, I know what to do. It just gets me off more being told.

This is really where our concept of game playing began in earnest. Cody said, "I think you need to get one of those guys to ask you to dance."

"I'm not sure they will, with you here," I said.

"I'll just move," he said, his face betraying his excitement. "See if one of them wants you to dance...," he said before stopping himself. "No, this is better. I want you to sit here by yourself. I want you to make eye contact with them, or at least one of them. See if you can get him to buy you a drink or ask you to dance. If he offers either you say yes."

"No, I want you to stay with me, share this with me," I said. I had a better idea. We both loved teasing each other, we were discovering that both of us like that. "No baby, let's do it like this, you go up to get us some drinks, start a conversation, say you are with me, point me out. Act like you are more tipsy than you are. Start talking about how hot I am, how good I look...you know what to say to get them looking."

"God, are you kidding? What if they want to kick my ass? I mean, I can take one of them, maybe, not all three."

"Trust me, they'll love being able to freely ogle me, with your permission. I'll sit so they can see my legs, all the way up, and I'll give them more cleavage to look at."

Cody smiled at that. "You are showing plenty as it is," showing his appreciation while looking down my bikini top through the see through cover.

"Ok, so, tell them you'll buy them a beer for their service to this country. Then, if they are receptive to talking about all this, then mention how I like to dance, and that you don't. Hopefully, they'll suggest dancing with me."

"Hmmm, I think they'll like that."

"Me too, go ahead honey! I'm excited already," I said as I felt my pussy tingling.

Cody went to the bar. I saw them all talking. I saw them look my way. Cody waved to me. I waved back, soon they were all smiling and waving. I made sure I was sitting so they saw plenty of cleavage and well up my legs. I saw Cody buy them beers. They all toasted Cody with their mugs. I saw Cody talk a few more minutes before he returned to the table.

"So, seems they noticed you already." He said that with a mischievous grin.

"So what did they say?" I asked.

"Oh, they said they noticed the hot woman with me and thought how lucky I was that I'd be the one taking you home tonight."

I grinned coolly, "maybe."

"I told them you liked to dance and hinted that it was ok. Hopefully they'll come over."

We drank slowly. Besides more than a few looks from the men, they still didn't approach us. I asked Cody to disappear for a few minutes to see if they'd be more bold with him not right next to me. He decided to go use the restroom. One of the men was already ogling me as he saw Cody standing.

Cody winked at me and walked away. It wasn't a full minute before I had a fresh drink on my table, compliments of "Jeff," at the bar. He was my ogler. Admittedly, he was the one I'd been eyeing as well. He was ripped, his muscles were threatening to burst out of the hawaiian shirt he was wearing. It was only moments later that he strode confidently to my table. I watched him walk. It was a cocky, preening, self assured walk of a man who knows what he wants. I had to take a deep breath and sigh, knowing what was coming.

I remembered Cody's last words to me with were firm, resolute. "I want you to do this. Whatever it is. Remember, they are military. I believe it's your job to reward our men for their service. If someone offers a drink you take it. If they want to dance you dance...if they want to touch you...you let them." I was so worked up I was in no position to argue.

Jeff introduced himself and asked me to dance. We danced a few dances, even returning to our table a few times to work on our drinks. Cody still hadn't returned. I thought I saw him lurking in the back of the bar, watching, but I wasn't sure. Jeff left his friends at the bar. They spent the whole time laughing and shaking their heads at their friend's luck. Jeff wasn't shy about touching me either.

On the dance floor his hands were all over me. He particularly liked having my round ass cheeks in his hands when we slow danced. Jeff became bolder and his hands caressed my tits through the cover and the bikini top. I actually wished I'd had a different top on, one where he could slip his hands under so he could feel my bare titties. I think it frustrated him as well, he wasn't feeling as much as he'd like to feel. I saw Cody return to our table. Jeff had an obvious look of disappointment. He had gotten me worked up with his insistent pawing, I knew I had to help move this along.

I whispered to him, "don't worry, my husband gets drunk easily. Tell your friends to buy him a shot or two, keep him occupied. He'll forget about me for awhile, trust me."

Jeff nearly ran over to his friends and spilled the plan. Cody went along with it brilliantly. I had lied. Cody can drink nearly everyone under the table. Where he puts it all inside that fit, wonderful body, I'll never know, but he played the part as the drunken, oblivious spouse. He acted as if he didn't even notice Jeff's hands sliding down the back of my shorts and bikini bottoms to feel my bare ass. I wanted him to touch more, but with my shorts and bikini, it would be far to obvious to anyone. Once the charade of getting Cody drunk was well under way it was time to act.

After our third drink, and probably our tenth dance together, Jeff leaned over to me and grunted, "you want to go outside, on the beach, under the moon?"

He was trying to appeal to my romantic side. It was lame and superficial, of course, he just wanted me. Luckily for him, it's what I wanted as well. I looked around. I saw Cody standing with Jeff's friends with a goofy look on his face. He was enjoying this game I told Jeff to meet me outside in a minute, he quickly disappeared.

I met Cody in the bathroom hallway. "Looks like your guy left," Cody said, with a bit of disappointment on his face.

I laughed. "Hardly, he's hot to get his cock into me."

"Really?" Cody cooed. "Wow. I saw how he was mauling you. Was that turning you on?"

"Oh my god, you know it did. He couldn't really feel my bare tits, my nipples, or feel how wet my pussy is but he really wants to."

"So what now? Cody asked.

"Keep the guys entertained. If they ask, just tell them that I went outside to smoke and that Jeff was keeping me company. I know, they'll probably guess what Jeff wants to do but I want you to act like it's all innocent, like you have no idea what he might do."