The First Encounter I was 20 years old. Fresh out of the Army and married with a beautiful baby at home. My marriage was ehh.... let's just say not the best. Years of constantly being cheated on by my husband had led me to become resentful and yearning for an escape of my own. During my time in the service, I had really began exploring my sinful side, even though I was only engaged then I began to dabble in the pool of men I was surrounded by but three always stood out. All were amazing in their own ways so different yet so alike. But they all had the same goal, pleasing me. Even at the risk of their own marriages they continue to be a part of my life and that was such a turn on! Knowing they were willing to risk it all to be in my presence filled me with an unexplained sense of power and superiority. It became a goal for me to fuck men who were involved with someone. Perhaps it was anger and revenge fueling my desires, or maybe it was the sense of control I would feel. When going on the hunt for new prey I had rules and standards, an entire system worked out to accommodate my scandalous ways. I never entertained men bold enough to approach me, I enjoyed the game of cat and mouse seeking out the quiet ones and breaking the ice with "Would you like to grab a drink after work?". I would begin building a level of trust which would be intertwined with mounting sexual tension that becomes too agonizing to ignore and the ending is inevitable. I, over time of developing a relationship with these men became more of a therapist for them, a safe space where they could come and have a bias friend they could talk to and complain about their wives, tell me how they are having second thoughts about their fiancé, or just to relieve some tension when their girlfriend wasn't fucking them right. My first encounter happened during basic training I had a boyfriend who eventually became my husband. It was with a guy in a different platoon, we’ll call him Lewis. He was FINE too. Carmel skin, covered in tattoos across his chest and sleeves on his arms, chiseled face, and a body that was divine with the dick to match. My only complaint is that he was short, normally I like my men tall, and Lewis was a smooth 5'6 on a good day but his swag made him 6ft. Things started out innocent enough and we became good friends even shipping out to Korea together. Stationed at different bases we kept in touch through skype and would update each other on life. Shortly after arriving to the country, I found out I was pregnant with my boyfriend's baby and he met a woman and was planning to get married for the extra military benefits, this was a common occurrence. Since I couldn't live out the fantasy of being mounted by Lewis, I had to find a new outlet, but we will get back to him later. My suitemate had a friend we'll call him Thomas, he was about 5'10, beautiful midnight Black skin, and was cut just right. His white teeth and eyes stood out in stark contrast that made it hard not to stare. He came by to hang out with her one day and she invited me to join and there was an instant attraction the moment we saw each other. We both shared that we were engaged while sharing lingering glances and getting to know one another while being careful to not let others on to the fact that there was a yearning between us, I informed him of my pregnancy which was still in its early stages, about two months along. After about two weeks of this lustful banter, we moved our conversations to text where things could finally heat up. Our once innocent messages of generic "Hey how are you?" turned into steamy exchanges about our sexual experiences and teasing each other with racy photos. Finally, the night came, and we couldn't take it anymore. It was a Friday evening, and the weather was beginning to turn ugly. While sitting in my room watching Netflix and scrolling Facebook, I can hear rain begin to beat against my window. The sunset, still peeking through the darkening skies emitted a hazy light through my room, I could hear the low rumblings of thunder approaching and the wind picking up in the trees outside. I could feel myself becoming aroused by the sexiness of the weather, all I was missing was a fireplace. As I laid on my bed my pillow brushes against my breasts and i could feel my nipples come to life. It sends a tingle down my body that lands right in my pussy. I initially roll my eyes in frustration of having done this to myself and change my Rom/Com to porn. I open up Pornhub and search for "Big Ass Doggystyle" my favorite position and get to work on myself. As I watch a BBC pound a thick assed woman, I let my hands begin to wander over my titties again using my fingers to further stimulate my nipples and get them hard as rocks. With my left hand still working I use my hips and right hand to pull off my shorts and slip into my panties. I lick my fingers and begin rubbing my clit building up pressure, I squeeze and work it back and forth between my index and middle feeling it swell even more between my fingers. My eyes roll back and I'm trying to stifle my own moans of pleasure over the sounds of the flick in front of me. I close my eyes and all I can hear is macaroni being stirred along with the classic sounds of ass clapping. I move faster with my fingers steadily working my clit and nipples at the same time, I begin to sweat and can feel it dripping from my stomach and thighs, I get more excited feeling beads of water travel down my ass and I'm close. So close. My breathing quickens as I prepare for a much-needed orgasm when my concentration is broken. My fucking phone dings with a notification. "Damn who the fuck is this?!" I angrily say to myself and as I look at the screen, I realize it’s a text from Thomas. My mood quickly shifts from annoyed to anxious, but in a good way. "You busy tonight?" he asks, "Free as a bird why what's up?" I text back "I wanted to see if I could come over to your room and we just hang out, maybe watch a movie?". Now mind you this was before the "Netflix and Chill" era, so it was a normal question that didn't have the same connotation it does now. This would also be the first time that we were going to hang out solo, so I instantly get excited. "Sure, what time?" I ask, "8:30-ish" he responds, "Perfect! See you then!" I reply and throw my phone down and hop up. This gives me about an hour to get ready, so I shower, shave my legs, and throw and something comfy yet sexy. Gray fitted booty shorts and a white baby T-shirt with no bra. No panties either. As I complete my finishing touches by spritzing my Jimmy Choo perfume on my body, I hear a gentle knock on the door. I open the door and by this time the sky has become black. I see his beautiful smile and eyes before even seeing the outline of his face. "Hello" he says as he steps into my room with a bag of snacks looking me over with a come-hither smirk on his face and closes the door. Once behind closed doors we embrace in a long overdue hug, and I feel "Thomas Jr." swelling in his pants. He lets go and looks a little embarrassed and I get turned on. "He can't control himself." I say in my mind. I lead him over to my bed where my laptop is set up for our little movie night and we sit down. We spend the next few minutes deciding on what to watch and settle on "Love and Basketball" as the movie begins to play, we settle into our spots next to each other, not touching but close enough to feel each other’s body heat. As we begin chatting about the movie and becoming more comfortable being alone together, we ease into each other’s space inch by inch. I would pretend to stretch or readjust myself just to move my big ass closer to his muscular body. Eventually after much shifting around I end up laying down with his lap as my pillow and him stroking my hair. We continue to chat and laugh throughout the movie and with every passing moment his hand began to travel. Gliding over the nape of my neck, then slowly down my back taking his time and savoring the feeling of my soft skin against his. His hand finds my hip and massages in small sensual circles. I can hear his breathing switch and i can feel his body tense up as he struggles to fight the erection in his joggers. I can hear him swallow then say, "You have very soft skin." His fingers then roll down to my thighs and he begins to caress them. I rotate my hips so his hand can slide onto my ass, and he grabs a firm handful without hesitation. I can feel him attempting to control his bundle, but my ass has a mind of its own, it's like putty. I can feel my shorts becoming wet as my body betrayed me and I started soaking through my clothes and my pussy became more fragrant. The smell turned me on, and I sat up and straddled him. His dick was at full attention through his pants and I made it a point to sit directly on top of it pushing my weight down gently so we could feel each other through our clothes. We locked eyes for a moment relishing the thrill of what was happening. He moves his hands to my hips and drives me deeper down onto his dick while pulling me in for a deep, long, passionate kiss. My ears get hot, my face feels flushed, I get lightheaded, and my body feels weak, this is the first time I had ever been kissed with such lust. I felt like I had entered a dreamlike state. He works one hand up to the back of my neck while keeping one firmly planted on my ass and tilts my head ever so slightly, so his lips are hovering over my exposed throat. His thumb trails from my chin and runs over my lower lip before he slips it in and out too quickly for me to suck on it. He starts planting soft kisses along my neck while still having a firm hold on me. His kisses finally reach my ear, and he breathlessly says, "I hear pregnant women have the wettest pussy."