As I promised, here is a short prologue to the entire story of Roni, and my learning of my love of watching her fuck. It isn't long but gives you an idea of where I came from.
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Hello, my name is Dale...
And I loved to watch my sweet wife Roni fuck.
Fucking me on video... watching her fuck another guy on the sofa... taking three guys on a pool table in an empty bar...
To paraphrase Dr. Seuss; It didn't matter if in a plane, it didn't matter if on a train, it didn't matter in a bus, it did not matter, why bother fuss...
As long as she was happy with whatever cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, any or all of the above. Individually or all three at once...
I loved to watch Roni, my little Hotwife fuck. Period. End of statement.
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Did I always know I did, or would, feel this way... with anyone?
No, I don't think so. Maybe I did, deep down, but wouldn't admit it, maybe I had some small, nagging idea.
It was many years in the making, to finally concluding that I really did enjoy it. Thankfully, for both Roni and me, that realization happened before we got met. I knew I would love it if the opportunity ever came. Going through her our early days, her awakening and submission to her feelings, while also trying to sort me out? That would not have worked, and I would have had no clue how to help her.
To follow the whole story, I have to go back... wayyyyy back.
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As you know from my admissions in prior writings, I have an ADHD personality. Once I lock on to something of interest, I go forward... like a bull in a china shop... then, for good measure, I turn around and finish the job.
As a typical male American teen, I loved sports. It didn't matter which, but my passion was baseball... until it was football... until it was golf or whatever it picked next. One summer, because I was very tall for my age and looked older, I hooked up with an older girl... my "sport" of obsession, became sex.
By the time I was 22 and on my way to basic training, I had sex with many girls, several many actually. Just like with sports, my personal make up didn't let me settle on one girl. Whenever I saw something new and shiny present herself in front of me, my attention shifted.
A couple of them cheated on me throughout that time. I'd be angry, but whenever I thought of them actually fucking whomever, actually visualize it, I'd feel... what?... anger?... excitement?... Thrills?...
I thought it had to anger, what else could it be... but why is my damn cock throbbing and ready to burst? It had to be anger adrenaline, yup, that's it!
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During basic training, while on KP duty, I flirted with a girl from the Bronx, who was also a trainee. We got busted by one of the SGT's in charge and dressed down good. "Put your passions back in your pants privates!! You're both camo-colored grasshoppers, and we don't got no time for grasshopper fuckin' in my kitchen!!"... Obviously, this was way before political correctness came in to fashion.
Later, during weapons training, she and I finished our firing near the beginning of our Companies and got selected to go on a "detail". We were told to get in to the back of a big 2.5-ton truck and sit on what I think were folded up tents, by the same SGT from KP duty. He told us we had an hour drive to the sandpit to fill sandbags. It was very hot so he told us to remove our boots and camo tops. He smirked at us and said: Now, don't you two lil 'hoppers get all frisky, like you wanted to do on KP. He closed the canopy flap and we drove off.
She and I obeyed every word he said to us. For about 2 minutes. An hour drive, after 6 weeks of segregation... right!... she sucked my cock until it nearly fell off, while I finger-fucked her silly.
We were back to normal an hour later when the truck stopped. Just two quiet, camo-colored grasshoppers. The SGT got out and came around the truck, opened the flap saying: "I hope you've been good."
We were not at a sand pit. We were on the side of a dirt road. He handed us each a single sandbag and told us to fill them. We were back in the truck in less than 5 minutes. His parting words before going back to the cab to drive back? Remember, be good, you "only" have an hour.