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Making It With A Marine's Wife

Making It With A Marine's Wife

Melanie's husband was to be in Iraq for nine months. She was my neighbor and an affair started.
I met Melanie almost four years ago, soon after I moved to San Diego. I had just graduated from Georgia Tech and taken a job with an engineering firm there. The job paid well, so I was able to afford an apartment in an up-scale gated apartment complex with all the amenities. There was a nice gym, a rec. room with a pool table and ping pong table, and indoor and outdoor swimming pools.

It was my first weekend at my new place, a hot May afternoon, so I headed straight for the pool. I think everyone else had the same idea. There were mostly young adults and very few kids (thank heaven for that), some were couples, but most seemed to be single.

And there were plenty of sweet young things, all in their bikinis, all looking like models or actresses. I couldn't believe my luck. I had apparently picked the best apartment complex in San Diego for singles!

I found an unoccupied chaise lounge, spread my towel on it, and hit the pool. The water was great as I swam a few laps and got out and laid down on my lounge. Wearing my polarized sunglasses, I could check out all the girls without them knowing it.

It didn't take long for me to notice one particular girl laying on a lounge on the other side of the pool. She had a great tan, long blonde hair, and was wearing a yellow bikini. She was a picture of perfection. But she seemed to be ignoring all the activity around and in the pool as though she was here alone.

As I watched, several guys approached her, said a few words, and moved off. She never moved, just laid there with her dark sunglasses on, reading a book, happy to be left alone. And after a few guys approached her, she WAS left alone.

I went back in the pool for a quick dip and lay back down to watch. She was leaving, so I watched her as she went around the pool, through the gate, and disappeared.

* * * *

The next day, Sunday, I was back at the pool in about the same spot and the blonde was back in the same chaise lounge as the day before. Again, a few guys tried to talk to her, but she seemed to more or less ignore them and they went away. She was either gay or married, because she had zero interest in being friendly or in making friends.

One of the guys who made an unsuccessful approach to her was sitting next to me.

I said, “What's the story with the blonde?”

“I don't know, man. She's one cold chick. I heard she's married to a Marine.”

“Oh! That would explain it.”

She left the pool after a couple of hours, which was disappointing because she was a real looker. I left not long afterwards.

* * * *

This same scenario was repeated the next weekend. She would lay by the pool, a few guys would hit on her, they'd leave, and then she'd leave. I was intrigued. What was her story anyway?

It was the third Sunday afternoon when there was a knock at my door.

“Hi. I'm Melanie. I live next door in 4B. I know this sounds weird, but could I borrow a cup of sugar? I can't stand iced tea without sugar.”

It was her! Melanie was the blonde from the pool, she was my neighbor, and she was at my door asking to borrow a cup of sugar! It did sound like a convenient way to meet one's neighbor, but after observing her behavior at the pool for the last three weeks, I knew it was a genuine request.

“Hi. I'm Bill. Come in. I'll get you some sugar.”

She came in and looked around, “Nice apartment! Who's your decorator?”

I laughed, “My Mom. She's an interior designer, so I guess I've picked up some pointers from her over the years.”

I filled her cup with sugar and handed it to her. She said, “Thanks,” and I walked her to the door.

“If you find yourself short of anything else, just knock on my door.”

“Thanks, I just might do that.”

I thought, “Wow! She is even more gorgeous in person! The blonde hair! Those blue eyes! Wow!”

An hour later, there was another knock on my door.

“Hi. It' me again.”

“Out of sugar already?”

She laughed and said, “No. I just wanted to say thank you for not hitting on me earlier…or at the pool. That's all I get from the guys around here, so I really appreciate one who is polite, nice, and doesn't do that.”

“Well, I figured you were married, so I took a hands-off approach.”

“Well, I really do appreciate it.”

“No problem, Melanie.”

She lingered at the door a few seconds like she was trying to decide something.

Then she said, “You know, I have a bottle of white zinfandel in my fridge and I can't find my cork screw. I'll share it with you if you'll open it for me.”

“That's an offer I can't refuse. I love white zin!”

She returned with the bottle and I said, “Have a seat anywhere. I'll just be a minute.”

I opened the wine, poured us each a glass, and took a seat in the chair next to hers.

“I really like your apartment. Maybe I should hire you to decorate ours.”


“Yes. I'm married. My husband is a Marine in Iraq.”

“Oh! How long has he been there?”

“Three months. He'll be there for up to a year.”

“Wow! That must be tough on you guys.”

“Yeah.” She didn't say it like she really meant it.

I turned the conversation to something more pleasant.

“What kind of movies do you like?”

“Action movies; science fiction. That kind of stuff.”

“Really? We'll get along great! Those are my favorite genres, too.”

We laughed and talked for two hours and finished the bottle of wine. It was dinner time and I was hungry, so I got brave.

“You know, I'm starving. Would you have dinner with me? Not a date…just dinner.”

“I'd love to. Do you like Chinese?”

“Are you kidding? I love it!”

* * * *

We had a great dinner, then returned home and I walked her to her door.

“Here you are, safely delivered to your door.”

“Thank you kind Sir.” She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, seeming to wonder what to say next.

It was an awkward silence, so I said, “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon and dinner. It really was nice.”

She said, “I really do appreciate you. I don't have any friends here and I get really lonely.”

“Well, now you have a friend.”

“Thank you. So do you. Good night.”

“Good night.”

I went home and rolled into bed to review the day. Melanie was so nice, was fun to be with, and was drop dead gorgeous! But she was married, so I would have to be happy with just being her friend.

* * * *

Melanie and I were together almost every night after that. We'd watch sci-fi movies on DVD and share a bottle of wine, or go out to dinner and a movie. We enjoyed each other's company so much that it really was hard to say good night every night.

After one particularly enjoyable night, I walked Melanie to her apartment at around midnight, opened the door for her and said, “Here you are, home again.”

She looked up at me with those sultry blue eyes and surprised the hell out of me. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to give me a kiss…it was more than a kiss ‘good night' and must have lasted three or four seconds.

She pulled away and said, “Would you like to come in?”

“I don't know if I should.”

“It's okay. Really. I want you to.”

I followed her into her apartment. There was no light in the room except for the lights outside coming through the window. She put her purse down on the kitchen counter and turned to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled me close.

“I have to tell you that I've wanted you for weeks and I know you're too nice to make a move on me.”

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against me and whispered, “I'm sure you could read my feelings for you in my eyes. I can't hide my feelings very well.”

“I want to make love with you.”

With that she kissed me very passionately, leaving no doubt that she wanted to have sex. As our passions grew, our breathing became heavy and she began to push her pelvis against mine. I was very aroused and my cock showed it. Holding Melanie in my arms for the first time was wonderful; kissing her was breathtaking! Visions of making love to this gorgeous blonde was making my cock so hard that it was hurting and wanting to escape the confinement of my pants.

She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom and started to unzip the cute little sundress she'd been wearing. As it fell to the floor, her nude body was revealed to me. God, she had a great body!

I quickly removed my clothes and she came over to me and put her arms around my neck. My cock was poking her in the stomach.

“Bill, it has been five months, so I'm a bit scared.”

“Please don't be. I'll go as slow as you want.”

She then lay down on the bed and threw her long blonde hair over her head just before it hit the pillow. She had one leg flat on the bed and one knee up; her hands were over her head. The picture she was painting said, “Take me. I’m yours.”

I lay down beside her and we kissed as I ran my fingers through her hair with one hand and ran my other hand over her lovely body. She put her arms around my neck and moaned as I explored her body from her face down to her knees.

As I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh, she moaned and spread her legs to make room for me. When I found her pussy to be wet, I rolled on top of her and began to kiss my way down her body. Her hips were already thrusting slowly upward as I moved across her flat well-tanned stomach.

As I reached her inner thigh with my lips, she reached down, took my head in her hands, and pulled me to her pussy, arching her pelvis and pressing my lips to her clit. I guess I was moving to slow to suit her. I ran my tongue around her clit and nibbled it with my lips as she moaned, “Oh Bill! God you're so good!”

I pressed my tongue directly on her clit and held it there as Melanie pushed her pelvis up. “Oh God, I'm cumming Bill! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I quickly moved up between her legs as she reached down and took my cock in her fingers and pushed it into her. She did it herself! She placed my cock at her pussy and arched her hips, causing it to sink half way into her.

“Oh Bill, you feel so good. Fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me hard!”

I wanted to obey, so I grabbed the top of her head in one hand and slid my other hand under her ass and pulled up as I thrust into her, giving her my whole ten inches.

“Mmm! You're so big! Fuck me all night. Don't stop!”

I buried my face in her hair and thrust into her as hard as I could, causing wave after wave of climax to travel through her body. She was making up for lost time. Her body needed sex and needed to climax over and over to be satisfied.

When she had climaxed about five times, she relaxed and said, “I want you in my mouth. Move up on my chest.”

I again obeyed her wishes and straddled her chest. I put one hand on the headboard and grabbed the top of her head with the other and leaned forward over her face. Seeing her there below me, her beautiful hair flowing out on the pillow, feeling her head in my hand, her hair between my fingers, my cock just inches from her lips, sent me over the edge. I started to cum on her face before she could even open her mouth.

When my first spurt of cum splashed across her face, she quickly opened her mouth wide so that I could push my cock in. She raised her head so that my cock would go further down. I pulled her head up and pushed my cock down her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back. She wanted my cock in her throat all the way. I humped her mouth and yelled out, “Ah, ah, ah,” as my climax continued.

When I finally finished, I pulled my cock out of Melanie's throat and she swallowed and took a deep breath. “Wow, you really had a lot of cum! I loved feeling it squirt down my throat. That is such a turn-on!”

“Melanie, you are so beautiful! I can't believe we've finally made love after all these weeks.”

“I'm so glad we did. It was so wonderful! Stay with me tonight. We can make love again then sleep together.”

“I would love that.”

After a short rest, we made love again. She wanted to be on top, so she got on top of me and turned around facing away from me as she lowered herself onto my cock. Her long blonde hair was flowing down her back almost touching my stomach.

I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her as she ground her pussy against me, taking every inch I had to give her.

“Oh fuck! You're so big! Fuck me!”

I began to thrust up into her so hard that she started to bounce on me. The bed was bouncing and squeaking so much that I was afraid it would collapse.

“I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop!

As gorgeous Melanie began to climax, I began to shoot off inside her. I held her hips tight so she wouldn't buck off of me. I don't think I've ever had a stronger climax.

* * * *

We slept together that night and every night after that for the next five months. We hoped no one knew what was going on between us. We never sat together at the pool. We always looked around before getting in my car to go out. And we always made sure that no one saw us go into her apartment together. And the guys kept hitting on her as always.

When her husband came home, she told him she wanted a divorce and he moved out. We had to cool it until the divorce was final, then Melanie moved with me into a new apartment further up the beach. That was three years ago and we're still together. She's still the most gorgeous blonde I've ever known and the best in bed. I wake up every morning with her cuddled in my arms, her long blonde hair (now down below her ass) flowing over my arm and down over my stomach. We’ve talked about marriage, but for now we’re happy with things the way they are. Life could not be better.

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