There were no photographs taken to prove the validity of the story. I wanted to videotape a session and she was very much against it. She did not allow cameras of any kind around when she was having sex and if someone produced a camera, the session ended very abruptly. With that in mind, I will endeavor to paint this portrait with words.
My wife Shari was a lovely 34-year-old with auburn hair and hazel eyes. She measured 36-25-36 and five foot five inches tall. Her breasts are a nice 36B and her pussy with the exception of a little hair on her pubic mound, was clean-shaven. She was truly a wonderful sight at 128 lbs. I was a 35-year-old, of muscular build, and five feet nine inches tall, brown hair and blue eyes.
When Shari and I were married, I had already acquired three conquest notches in my belt. My new wife Shari was about to become the fourth. I promised myself that Shari was to be the end of the line. I had sown my wild oats and would be faithful to her forever. For seven years I did just that. I remained true to that promise. Many times I had deployed overseas and had witnessed many husbands cheating on their wives. I even observed some that came back to the ship with STDs and would then be placed on medical restriction.
Medical restriction would last in many cases for weeks after the ship arrived at home port. I often wondered how they explained the medical restriction to their wife. "Honey, I cant leave the ship because I have the Clap." I kept my dick in my pants and didnt have to worry about all of the explaining, cause I was true blue. I was so very proud of myself for having achieved this level o... Læs hele novellen
