1. Weekend At Estelle's


    Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: Wife / MILF, Author: NVMii, Source: LushStories

    My story begins in 2003. I married the love of my life one year after I enlisted in the Armed Forces. I will keep much of my service a secret, I don't want my buddies, if they read this, to know who I am. So, my name is Randy. Married life was fun, both of us wanted to be child free so I elected to have a vasectomy to make sure it never happened. Sylvia and I were both animals in bed, we fucked every night and sometimes multiple times on the weekend if I wasn't working. Sometimes we invited a woman into our bed for threesomes, sometimes Sylvia had two men to satisfy her carnal desires. We met other couples and started swinging. We would rent a cottage or hotel suite because we didn't want to be caught by the base authorities. The UCMJ has an article that makes adultery unlawful. I would guess swinging falls under that article since everyone's fucking everyone else. Life was great until my unit was called up for duty in Iraq. Sylvia cried everyday. We talked about where she would stay while I was gone and her parents decided that she should stay with them. Sylvia and I agreed. The next day we made all the arrangements for the move back home. The day my unit left the base, Sylvia and I said our goodbyes. She was crying, no, it was more like she was sobbing. She didn't want to let go of me until we were signaled to mount up to travel to the base airstrip. I kissed her one last time, "The year will fly by and I will be home sooner than you think. I love you and thank your ...
    parents for me." "Be safe and come back to me, I love you," she said between sobs. The bus ride to the airstrip was very quiet. The married guys and any guy that left a girlfriend behind just stared out the bus window, deep in their own thoughts. The flight over was long and noisy. Noisy because military planes are built for service not comfort so we were very uncomfortable the whole trip. I won't go into any details of what we did or how we did it while in Iraq. War is not a pretty picture. I received a letter, sometimes two, every week from Sylvia. Mom wrote often and so did some of my cousins that I was close to. About six months into my tour the number of Sylvia's letters became less and less. I wrote my Mom and asked her, 'if she was ok'? Mom wrote back that she had moved out of her parents home and was living on her own. She had a job as a cocktail waitress at one of the lounges in town. Other than that she knew nothing because Sylvia wasn't communicating with any of the family, her own included. I wrote to Sylvia and asked what was going on and why had she moved out. Three weeks later at mail call I received a letter from her explaining how she couldn't live at home anymore because she felt the parent/child relationship reared its ugly head. Her parents were watching her every move and it made her uncomfortable. It was also in this letter that she dropped the divorce bomb on me. She wanted out of the marriage, she had met another man and was living with him in his apartment. ...
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