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 <Kim:textmessage>
Have u seen those silly bands?  Kids wear them as bracelets & when you
take them off they make a shape?  One of the girls here bought some adult

ones.  Im wearing the bj one ;) </Kim:textmessage>

   That was the text I got from Kim when she went to see the Pittsburgh
Steelers home game.  She flew out Nov 18, I got this text Nov 19, the
Friday before the game.

   I was deployed to Afghanistan that year.  It had been my choice to serve
my country and to make some extra cash to help pay for my kids college.  To
say the least I was a long way away from home.

   Like many guys, I have a fantasy about my wife playing around with other
men.  Contrary to popular belief, it has nothing to do with me wanting
reciprocal rights.  I have absolutely no interest in other women.  I think
the reason I fantasize about this is that I do truly love her, and I want
to see her being sexually satisfied.  It's not that I don't make her happy,
far from it.  Whenever I have mentioned this fantasy her response has
always been - "You are plenty for me!  I don't need another man." Usually
this is said while she reaches down and grabs my cock.  However, when you
are an equal distance from her travelling East or West, you have little
chance of making her squeal like a piglet.

   A few years ago, I sent her to Pittsburgh to see a football game as a
surprise for her birthday.  I stayed home to keep an eye on the girls.  Kim
is a rabid Steelers fan and she was ecstatic.  She came back just bubbling
about how much fun she had.  When I somewhat jokingly asked her: "Did you
get laid?" she responded with a rather thunderstruck "No, was I supposed
to?!?"

   I smiled and responded, "Well I would not have minded.  I am glad you
had fun."

   She looked at me a bit strangely, and the conversation carried on.  I
knew that this was the first time that it had actually registered with her
that I was serious, she could play a little if she wanted to.

   Fast-forward to two years later.  I am on the other side of the planet.
Originally it was for about 9 months, but then I decided that I was not
done yet, so I extended my stay and made it a year.

   Now living 12 hours away from your spouse leaves you with very limited
options when you are faithful, but not dead from the waist down.  I came
back for three weeks during the summer, but the three and a half month
stretches were rough on us both.  For the first three months, I actually
abstained.  This made vacation rather exciting, to say the least.  For the
next three months I serviced myself regularly, which made my two weeks at
home during the fall less exciting.  So I decided that I would once again
abstain for the remainder of my time away.  My workout time was increasing,
that's for sure.

   When I came back over the summer, Kim was ready to pull me into the
nearest bathroom and rape me.  We did wait until we got home, but just
barely.

   The fall vacation was almost not a vacation, I spent one week in the
office trying to get things done.  Kim didn't complain, but after I
returned to Afghanistan I realized we had only made love twice in the two
weeks I had been back.  I mentioned this on our next video call (love Skype
- free plug!) and she kind of sighed and said "Yeah, I didn't want to
complain...but I do wish..." she trailed off.

   "I'm sorry" I sighed, "I should have not gone in to work"

   "It's OK", she grinned turning red, "I'm taking care of it on my
own...at least I did last night!"

   "Really?" I was surprised, Kim doesn't normally talk about masturbating,
she said she almost never did it, "I would love to watch that."

   "I don't think I could do it with you watching", she giggled, squirming
in the seat.

   As we talked about it, I could tell that I had left her pretty hot.  The
thought of her alone in our bed masturbating and moaning her way to an
orgasm was about enough to drive me nuts.

   Kim had another trip planned to go to Pittsburgh.  This time though, the
girls were old enough to take care of themselves for a weekend, and I am
not there.  Kim has a whole set of friends, and they all were going.  One
of her main buddies is a lady named Cheryl.  Cheryl is single, and has been
known to come over to the house for parties and such.  She is nice, but
overweight and is kind of plain.  Cheryl and Kim also met up with two guys
that go to the sports bar they watch the games at; Ivory and Jim.  There
were several others in the group, between seven and ten total, including
the online friends she had in Pittsburgh.

   She had told me that she would not be calling me during the trip,
because she did not want to have to bring the computer.  She just texted me
during the trip, news about her friends and eating out - like at Jerome
Bettis' restaurant.

   Then I got THE text that is above.  I lay there in my bunk, visualizing
Kim in a bar laughing and drinking with her friends.  I started typing.
<Me:textmessage>
LOL!  You know you have to pay up if someone breaks it off your wrist -
right?  </Me:textmessage>
It was raining softly outside, and I heard a couple guys come into the
tent after their morning shower.  I could not see them, because I had used
some cardboard to make my bunk more private.  It took a while before Kim

sent a message back.
<Kim:textmessage>
Pay up?  LOL!!  I just asked Cheryl what that meant, she told me, and

Ivory backed her up!  Guess I'm in deep water now!  </Kim:textmessage>

   I grinned.  Kim was trying to feel out what I thought.  I decided to
make sure she knew.
<Me:textmessage>
You know you can't just take it off - that's not allowed!  You may be

sucking cock tonight!  </Me:textmessage>

   I took a deep breathe and sent the message.  I rolled off the bunk and
threw on my running shorts, shoes an a t-shirt.  I needed to get some
exercise.  I grabbed my phone and took off to do a couple circuits of the
base.

   I was about a mile in when I got another text.
<Kim:textmessage>

   Seriously?!  Cheryl grabbed my phone and everyone saw that!!! 
</Kim:textmessage>

   I chuckled, and felt my cock get stiff.
<Me:textmessage>

   No backing out then!  They know I'm OK with it.  </Me:textmessage>

   A few minutes later:
<Kim:textmessage>

   I don't think so, but we'll see.  </Kim:textmessage>

   'Wow', I thought picking up my pace, 'she left the door open.' After two
laps of the base, I got the last text of the night:
<Kim:textmessage>

   Just met Louis Lipps!!  Going to his bar!  So cool!  </Kim:textmessage>

   Not being a Steelers fan, I had no idea who Louis Lipps was, but she
sounded excited.  The next few days were busy with 'work', which takes on a
new meaning in a war zone if you don't know.  Somewhere in the back of my
mind I thought about Kim being at the game when I got up on Monday, but I
had not been able to get a text message or call out since Saturday morning.
within a week, I had forgotten all about the game.  It was easy to forget
things on the other side of the world.

   Another fast-forward, this time to my happy return in February.  For a
while I was pretty jumpy, especially about those garbage bags you see on
the side of the road when people clean up, but on the whole I adjusted back
to life in the states pretty quickly.

   Cheryl came over one Saturday about two weeks later.  We were sitting
outside and had just finished eating some steaks I grilled.  Kim and her
were talking about (what else) the Steelers.

   "Getting another beer...anyone else" asked Cheryl?

   I raised mine and tilted it, it was mostly empty, "Yep"

   "Not for me just yet", said Kim.

   Cheryl was back out in just a minute, Grinning like a Cheshire cat.  As
she handed me a beer, I saw she had something else in her hand.  "Look what
I found!  I can't believe you kept it!" she said looking at Kim.

   Kim looked over at her quizzically, then leaped over to her and tried
grabbed the thing from her.  Cheryl giggled and played keep away, her arm
towards me.  I grabbed the thing, and saw that it was some kind of little
blue rubber band thing.  Kim made a weird sound, like "urk!" and grabbed
for it.  I held her off for a moment, wondering what all the hype was for,
looking at the little broken blue strip.  She managed to get it from me,
and was breathing pretty hard.

   Cheryl was laughing so hard, she had to sit down.  "Not like...<gasp>..I
wasn't there!  <gasp>" she slapped her thigh, looked up at my confused
expression and said "...oh shit..."

   She looked at Kim and asked, "You haven't told him?!?"

   Kim was about as red as a cherry, looked sheepish, and muttered "No..."

   Cheryl said, "I think I'm going to head out, I don't need to be here for
this." She looked at Kim, "Sorry, but I figured after that text, you would
have told him..." She shook her head and took off as fast as she could.

   I sat there for a minute, then started cleaning up.  I knew Kim would
tell me about whatever it was, I just had to give her time.

   "Hey," she said softly, walking over to me and putting her arms around
me, "here." She handed me the blue thing.

   I held it up and looked at it quizzically.  Then I looked at her, she
was still pretty red.

   "Put it on the table" she said with a quick grin, looking down, "and
remember what you told...texted me."

   Still confused as hell, I put it on the table and she adjusted it a bit.
I looked at her.

   "It's that bracelet I told...texted you about last fall.  The one from
when I was in Pittsburgh"

   I looked back down, realization dawning.  "It's broken..." I said,
looking at her.  She nodded with a big smile, and dropped her head.  "OK,
story time", I said "tell me what happened."

   "OK", she said with a deep sigh, "Sit back." I sat back, and she undid
my fly.  I looked around in alarm, but we live in a remote area, and our
neighbors have a difficult time seeing us.  Difficult but not impossible.
She pulled my cock out, and started giving me a hand job.

   "Someone, I don't remember who, brought out the bracelets, and everyone
was laughing.  They passed them out and us girls ended up with various
ones, I got the blowjob one." She paused to take my cockhead into her mouth
and sucked it gently, I was almost painfully hard.

   "Only after we put them on did the guys mention that if a guy grabs the
bracelet, and breaks it off, the girl has to make good on what the bracelet
forms for him." She paused and slid my cock into her mouth twice more
quickly, "It was about here where I texted you."

   "At first all of us say 'No way!', but as the alcohol flows it becomes a
joke that slowly becomes a dare.  Then you sent that message that said I
would have to pay up!" She smiled, continuing to stroke my cock, she looked
directly in my eyes, "When grownups have enough alcohol, they can act like
kids, and 'Are you chicken?' and 'I will if you will' begins to work.  We
made a pact, and promised to stick together." She was pumping me harder, as
she looked at me, lust filled eyes living out that night again.

   "Eventually someone grabbed one of the bracelets, from Cheryl.  Her
bracelet was one of the more tame ones - she just has to show her butt. 
She was timid (but really eager), and when she finally dropped her pants,
quickly, the guys and the girls could hardly believe it." she looked down
and grinned shaking her head.  "It took a lot of guts!"

   "Well, the stage had been set, and everyone was feeling pretty wild.  A
lot later, maybe an hour, I let my guard down, and one of the guys grabs my
bracelet." Her eyes were closed now, and she had a firm grip and was
pumping me rhythmically.

   "I laughed a lot and said 'I can`t' but then Cheryl and...well everyone,
reminded me that 'If Cheryl followed through then you have to'." She kept
pumping, but opened her eyes and looked at me pleadingly, "I had to, I said
I would, and you always keep your word, I mean we had a pact!" I stroked
her head and smiled at her reassuringly, she smiled back, then took me in
her mouth, and bobbed furiously for a few moments.

   I lifted her head and said, "..and then?"

   She smiled at me and seemed reassured.  "I took another big drink of
beer, and amid a lot of whoops and hollers, I took thig guys hand and stood
him up in front of me." She had her eyes closed again, and a slight smile
played on her face, "I sat down, I was having trouble because I was
giggling.  I managed to get his pants undone, everyone was goading me on as
I lowered his underwear, and his dick pops up into my face." She was
giggling a little now, and holding one hand to her mouth to stifle it, "It
actually popped out and slapped me in the face!"

   I stopped her for a moment, "You did this in the bar?" I asked.

   She nodded, looking up at me with wide eyes, sucking her lower lip. 
"Louis was with us, someone like him in Pittsburgh...well the rules are
different."

   She continued, "I looked around, then gave his dickhead a little kiss. I
started to panic right then and tried to back off, but everyone just roared
that I wasn't done yet, so I took his dick in my fingertips, I was still
laughing and saying 'I can't believe I'm doing this'.  I looked up at him
smiling, just like this..." She ran her tongue under my cockhead, then
watching my face the whole time, she slid me into her mouth.  She was
really getting into it now, pumping my cock and breathing raggedly.

   "Everyone was making a huge amount of noise, cheering, and yelling 'Holy
shit!  She's doing it!'.  So I did my best, just like this:" She began
bobbing back and forth, holding onto the base of my dick, so that she
didn't choke.  She rapidly bobbed back and forth, then took me out of her
mouth, and tounged my balls, "I wanted him to cum fast, so I licked his
balls", she then quickly put me back in her mouth.  She really starts going
to town, and she feels me begin to swell in her mouth.  Kim HATES having
sperm ON her so she clamps down and as I begin to come, she sucks and
swallows, sucks and swallows.

   As I slow down, she made sure I was totally drained, then lets me fall
from her mouth.  She wipes her mouth, then takes swig of her beer.  She
looks up at me again and smiles.  "And he came, and I swallowed.  I know
that was stupid, but the night was not full of good decisions."

   She stood up and came up into my arms.  "I was incredibly horny, I'm
glad you are OK with it", she fondled my still stiff cock.  She looked in
my eyes and said, "You are...right?"

   I smiled at her, picked her up and took her inside, and gave her my
answer.  That is a whole other story, but it's what she said after we were
exhausted and basking in the glow of our after sex high that really shocked
me.

   "Did I mention I was wearing more then one bracelet?"