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 …