BACKGROUND
Jill & Danny had been married for just three & a half years and Jill had given birth to two children - a girl & a boy - in that time. Their marriage was strong, but Danny had become infatuated with Playboy magazine and the Playboy way of life as perpetuated by Hugh Hefner.
He had become totally converted to Hefner's principle of shared marriages and swinging ... something that Jenny was not too sure about, but as she was by far the more sexually experienced one of the two, she was keeping an open mind on it.
Danny was in the Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) in a highly confidential job in communications intelligence, and they had just received a posting to Malaysia to RAAF Butterworth. The powers that be in the RAAF encouraged the men to only associate with others in the same job and on the same unit. This semi-ensured the security of the job with the men only talking to their comrades, who were all cleared to the same security level, and ensured that there wasn't any inadvertent disclosure of the job to uncleared people.
This meant that the men & their wives were forced to socialise only with each other, and this had led to some extra-marital affairs, but not too many, amongst the servicemen & the wives of other servicemen.
One of the couples who were regular attendees at dinner parties arranged by Jill (with a little help from Danny) was Melanie & Charles, a very attractive couple who Jill & Danny had only met on (or shortly after) their arrival in Malaysia.
Danny had shown an immediate interest in Melanie, and this had gotten more and more intense as time wore on. Jill wasn't too happy about this as she had felt nothing for Charles - there was absolutely no sexual attraction there at all.
This had the potential to cause a major rift in Jill & Danny's marriage, as the basis of the Hefner mythology was that both partners had to be cheating on each other at the same time, so there was no one-upmanship, sex-wise.
But, there was a sudden answer to all of their problems which had just arrived on their doorstep ... let Jill take up the story ...
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SHE SAID: .....
I was working at a Malaysian Government department, which liked to employ RAAF or English service wives as we had already been security cleared because of our husbands' work. Most of the girls working with me were English expatriates, who were mostly the wives of British Navy types.
This one Friday afternoon after work, Margaret - who I worked closely with - suggested we go for a drink after work down to the Double Tree Resort on Penang Island - there was a bar there frequented by Royal Navy types, but which was managed well enough to ensure any girls that ventured in there would be well treated.
I readily agreed, as Danny was on night shift that night and wouldn't be home until after midnight. As we all had amahs (i.e. servants) to look after the kids, there was no problem about me staying out late, if the evening progressed to that stage.
Margaret's husband, Phil, was a Chief Petty Officer medic (or Sick Bay Attendant in RN parlance), and he was to join us a bit later. So Margaret and I started into our drinks, sitting on a balcony that looked out over beautiful Penang Harbour and the sea beyond.
My chair was sideways facing the entry way, so I was the first to spot Phil, Margaret's husband, entering with another Navy officer in tow behind him.
As the unknown sailor came into view, he was glancing around the room, taking in the occupants, the ambience, and the scenery.
Then our eyes met across the room.
You know the song "Some Enchanted Evening" from the musical "South Pacific"?
Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,
And somehow you know, you know even then,
That somehow you'll see here again and again.
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing,
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room,
And night after night, as strange as it seems,
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams.
Who can explain it? Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love,
When you hear her call you across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side and make her your own,
Or all through your life, you may dream all alone.
Once you have found her, never let her go,
Once you have found her, never let her go.
Well, that's what it was like ... it was like a 500 kg bomb going off inside my head ... God! Who was this Adonis? ... 6 feet tall, built like a Mr Universe, but with a Navy beard, steely grey eyes that seemed like they could look right inside you and forage out every thought in your mind ... and those eyes had locked onto mine as his gaze came to rest on Margaret and I.
I felt a quickening in my tummy ... my pussy immediately got wet ... and I just wanted to hold him, kiss him and let him do whatever he wanted to my body ... I was an immediate helpless mess!
Margaret sensed the mutual attraction between us as Phil and the Adonis walked across the dance floor to our table.
"Careful, girl," she said, "You're a married woman, remember."
My thoughts were in such a jumble that I couldn't have given a thought in hell about my marriage, Danny, or the children ... all I was interested in was this man.
"Hi girls," said Phil, "Let me introduce Ray - he's Royal Australian Navy, just arrived here on board the HMAS Dukedom which has docked over at Penang Harbour. He's a Chief SBA like me, and I'm just showing him a good time around Penang.
"Ray, this lovely English flower is my wife Margaret ... and this mind-blowingly beautiful Aussie chick is Jill," Phil said, introducing Ray to us.
I naturally blushed at both Phil's awkward compliment and the touch of Ray's hand as he gave me a firm but polite handshake. God! Tingles ran up and down my spine at his touch.
Well, enough to say that the night went on beautifully. Ray and I had a couple of dances together, and the feel of his beautifully firm body pressed up against me was almost more than I could bear ... and he was fully aware of his magnetism and played it to the fullest, trying to laughingly embarrass me.
But, all good things must come to an end, and at around 11.00 pm, Margaret said that we should be getting home to the children, and I needed to be there when Danny got home from work.
I gave Ray our phone number and invited him to contact us so he could meet Danny, which he accepted with a wink.
We departed in separate cabs, with Ray going in Phil and Margaret's cab to be dropped off at the Navy anchorage.
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HE SAID: .....
I was getting worried about the developing situation with Melanie ... she was obviously very interested in me - the last group dinner party we all had, she was sitting opposite me and, halfway through the main course, I felt something run up my leg, under my pants leg and on my skin. It was her bare foot, and there was an urgency in the stroking which signalled to me that this girl wanted me badly.
All of this was very new to me. Jill had taken my cherry one night a couple of months after we started going out together, as I was a virgin up until then.
Jill was much more sexually experienced than me. She had a monstrously overbearing divorced 3-times single mother, who rode her something terrible in her relationships with boys.
This resulted in Jill's reacting by losing her cherry when she was only 15, to her school boyfriend at the time.
They had rooted like rattlesnakes every chance they got ... mainly for Jill's revenge on her mother.
As with most schoolday romances, this one eventually fizzled out, and Jill eventually fell in love with Paul - a self-centred, arrogant turd of a man, but who looked like a young movie star. They had continual sex at his behest and call, and Jill - with a teenager's intensity - thought she was madly in love with this pile of arrogance. "The love of her life," she called him.
They were together for two years until one night, at a drive-in hamburger bar, she saw him drive in with a big-busted blonde in the passenger seat of his pick-up.
He was immediately the "biggest, mongrel, stinkin' cheat on planet Earth," according to Jill ... but she couldn't see the irony of it all, as she was there with me, in the passenger seat of my car! And she and I had been screwing for a couple of weeks by then.
Paul had moved about 600 miles away with his job, which had left Jill tonguing for a new sex partner (hence, me), so it was no big step for her to call off the relationship with Paul.
During her relationship with Paul, she had cheated on him twice - once with his cousin (who she accused of "taking advantage" her - which was a bit hard to contemplate, as it supposedly occurred in the front seat of a Mini Minor - not much room to move around and pin a girl down into the frozen chicken position in one of them) - and with me.
She had also allowed herself to be picked up by some country bumpkin at her suburban pub, and taken back to his room, where he fucked the bejeezus out of her with what she called, "The biggest dick I've ever seen in my life." But she didn't count that as cheating, as she was drunk and horny at the time ... how the female mind works, I'll never know.
The funny thing about her supposedly extensive sex life was that she had never, ever climaxed in her life ... until me.
She had never masturbated, never been brought to a climax by a lover, either manually or during sex (and oral sex had never crossed her mind, until I introduced her to it sometime after we were married, and, boyo, did she take to THAT!).
I couldn't believe it when one night when we were away on a weekend camping trip, I manually climaxed her on a mattress in the back of my pick-up ... it was monumental! She almost sucked all of the air out of the back of the truck as her beautiful little body experienced the first ever bringing to the fore of what sex is supposed to be all about.
There was no stopping her after that ... she wanted me to climax her every time we made love ... and I was quite happy to be her willing partner in exploring the depths of her sexual fires and passions.
Anyway, that doesn't help with the situation with Melanie.
There was no chance of a mutual swap as Jenny felt absolutely no sexual attraction to Melanie's husband, Charles, so there could never be a mutual exchange between partners.
I was pondering this on my drive home from work, after midnight on that fateful Friday evening ... what to do?
After I parked the car and walked up the path to our bungalow, the front door suddenly flew open and there was Jill, in the sheerest negligee I had ever seen her in, and I could see there were no panties or a bra on underneath ... just her beautiful, soft, lightly tanned skin from her days at the beach under the tropical sun of Penang.
"Welcome home, lover," she said in that sexy, sultry tone that I knew signalled a great night's sex ahead. "I've been waiting for you, and I am SOOOO wet ... hurry up and get out of that uniform ... I want you, and I want you NOW!"
Never in the field of human endeaour has a RAAF uniform been discarded so quickly as I catapulted into bed alongside her and into her waiting arms.
"No fucking about," she whispered urgently, "I want that big dick of yours inside of me RIGHT NOW!"
I had never experienced such intense lovemaking from her, ever before. Something had turned her on big time, and I just assumed it was a bit of an overindulgence of alcohol at the Resort with Margaret and Phil, which had gotten her fired up so much.
After I eventually came inside of her with a rush I hadn't felt for years, and she had had multiple vaginal climaxes, which was very rare, we lay exhausted in each other's arms under the lazy to and froing of the tropical fan over our bed.
"What the hell brought that on?" I asked quizzically.
"Oh, nothing," she replied nonchalantly. "I might've had a bit too much to drink."
But that last bit was said with a slight hint of slyness in her voice. I could always tell when she was lying or fibbing to me.
"So, what did you do at the Resort?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing much out of the ordinary ... a few - or should I say, quite a lot - of drinks.
"Oh, and Phil brought an Australian sailor with him ... he joined us at our table ... a nice guy ... I've invited him to come out and meet you, and we can probably do something together," she said nonchalantly.
By now, her little hand was wrapped firmly around my quickly hardening member, and she started to stroke me with that dexterity which had amused and befuddled me from one with such small hands.
"I want you to go down on me," she said as she snuggled closer to me. "Go down and climax me, then fuck me really hard, again!"
Her climax from my cunnilingus on her was monumental ... she nearly bucked me off the bed with her writhing hips, and while she was still climaxing, her body shuddering and flexing, I entered her with a hard-on I hadn't felt for years.
My climax this time was - I would have to say - the best I have ever had ... I was so far inside her I could feel the tip of my penis slamming into her cervix, and that brought her to another round of multiple climaxes.
As we laid back in bed, this time in a conjoint total state of exhaustion, she whispered into my ear, "I'll ring the Navy base tomorrow and see if Ray is free to come out to visit and meet you."
"OK," I murmured, wondering just a little bit how Ray could be on her mind straight after such an exhausting bout of sex.
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SHE SAID: .....
The next morning Danny was on Day shift, and he had to leave early, so there was no time to satisfy the sexual cravings that my body was feeling. This was unusual and, in my imagination, I couldn't get rid of the vision of Ray and his magnificent body.
After Danny had left for work, I entered my shower and, with the lukewarm water cascading down my now aching body, I started to touch myself between my legs. As I gently stroked my clitoris and ran my fingers all around my pussy, I started to imagine Ray being there with me in the shower and his hands doing the rubbing and touching.
Within minutes I climaxed so hard that my legs almost buckled and gave way beneath me!
"Ooooh, Ray," I imagined in my racing mind, "Please fuck me ... please ... please ... please."
But, it was only me and my fingers there in my shower, and I slowly came to my senses, finished my shower, and got out and dried myself.
As I was sexually satisfied, thoughts of Ray gradually left my mind, and I started on my normal daily activities.
Living in Malaysia and having a house amah (servant), like all other European women living there, I didn't have very much to do in the way of housework or looking after the children.
Ah Fong got them off to school, and I sat down to a leisurely breakfast and a casual read of the New Straits Times.
Then, the phone suddenly rang. "I'll get it," I yelled to Ah Fong who was, in her normal way, running to answer it.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi," a deep, mellifluous voice said, "How are you today?"
Oh my God! It was him! The man I had just had imaginary sex with in the shower!
I blushed uncontrollably (which, thank God, he couldn't see) ... and stuttered, "H-H-Hello, Ray ... I didn't expect you to call. What are you doing today ... I thought you would be working."
"No," he said, "Being in port, I don't have much to do, and my sailors can look after the Sick Bay for me, so I'm pretty much a free agent ... how would you and Danny like to have lunch with me?"
"Oh, sorry ... Danny's at work today and won't be home until four this afternoon," I replied.
"OK ... what about just you and me having lunch?"
My face, which had just returned to normal, blushed again at the thought of just me and him being together ... I didn't know if I could control myself with him!
"Oh, that would be nice ... yes," I said, as sexually as I could.
"What say we meet at around 12.00 midday ... can you recommend a nice place?" He asked.
Not knowing how well off Navy Chief Petty Officers were, I thought for a moment to come up with a restaurant among Penang's many fine dining establishments that offered not only reasonable prices, but an atmosphere that would suit two budding lovers.
Feringgi Grill at Shangri La's Rasa Sayang Resort & Spa came immediately to mind ... it serves fine contemporary fusion cuisine done with classic cooking techniques. It's a nice place to go on a date due to its refined vibe and dress code. There’s often a piano player providing to accompany your meal and set the mood.
"What say we meet at the Feringgi Grill ... it's nice there," I offered.
"Done deal ... I'll meet you there at 12.00 midday," he said. "I'm very much looking forward to it."
And he hung up ... my knees were shaking in anticipation, and my mind went into a whirl as to what I would wear that would be appealing, but tasteful ... Aha! My yellow sun frock with the low cut bosom and relatively short length ... I know it drives Danny wild with desire when I put it on, so I'm sure it would be suitable to let Ray know just how I was feeling about him.
I spent the rest of the morning getting ready ... doing my make-up so it was perfect ... getting Ah Fong to press my sun frock, and choosing a perfume that would be both subtle, yet drive a man wild with desire ... it was a no brainer ... my Audrey Hepburn favourite, Givenchy L'Interdit - subtle yet man over-powering!
My taxicab arrived promptly at 11.50am to take me on the short trip around the island to the Shangri La resort, arriving there almost exactly at midday.
There he was ... waiting patiently at the front entrance, dressed in a casual shirt and slacks, and looking like a million dollars ... Oh my God, how much I wanted him!
"But, control yourself, girl," I thought as I was getting out of the cab, "Don't come on too hard, or he'll think you're just a common slut."
"Good afternoon, beautiful," he said as he took my arm and helped me get out of the cab. "My, aren't you looking beautifully cool for this humid climate? And, wow, what is that perfume you're wearing?"
Thank you, Audrey, I thought, acknowledging my all-time favourite movie star and her choice in perfumes.
"Will we go straight in?" Ray asked.
I nodded in agreement, not ready to commit to talking until my raging desires had quietened.
Ray had rung ahead and booked us a simple table on the verandah of the restaurant, overlooking the incredibly manicured grounds of the resort, the pool, and the Andaman Sea filling the horizon.
As we settled into our chairs, the impeccably attired drinks waiter approached and Ray asked what I would like? He ordered my gin & tonic and an Australian beer for himself.
We began to chat about everything and nothing as the food waiter took our orders, returning with my array of Chinese/Malay dishes I loved, and a perfectly cooked Argentinian beef steak for Ray.
After our meal was finished, and I had lit my after-meal cigarette - the only smoking I allowed myself as I was in the process of giving up - and Ray lit up his after-meal cigar, he turned to me with a sad look in his eyes.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "I got this yesterday when we arrived here," he said, handing the envelope to me. "Read it."
I pulled the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it. It was pretty short and succinct. "Your wife is sleeping around with many men while you are away at sea," it said, and it was just signed "A Friend".
I looked up with both a look of untold sympathy for him, and a hidden look of terror at the fact that I had been about to seduce him, and he is going through hell for what his bitch of a wife was doing to him.
"Oh God, Ray," I sympathised. "What can I do?"
"Nothing, sweetheart," he said, "And I shouldn't be loading you with this, as we've only just met, but I sensed both last night and today, that you were someone with a big heart that I could talk to, and who would understand and possibly help me by telling me what to do."
I was at a loss for words, and could only offer sounds of encouragement as he held his head in his hands. It had put a real damper on my plans for the two of us - plans which I didn't really have, as it was too early in our relationship to really be planning anything.
So, we just sat there and chatted about his wife, their marriage, his kids (he had two, like me, though his were a little older), and the loneliness of life in the Navy, being away from home so much. Our conversation dragged on until it was time for me to leave to make sure I got home before Danny and didn't raise any suspicions with him.
As we were parting, I suddenly remembered that there was a big party coming up tomorrow at a friend's place to celebrate something or other (it didn't take much to get a party going amongst the RAAF personnel in Penang - any excuse would do!), so I invited Ray to come to the party.
"You could even come over for dinner with me and we could go to the party from there," I suggested.
"Great," he said, "I'd love to do that ... it might brighten me up a bit."
We got into our separate cabs and I left for home and he left to go back to his ship.
But, all of a sudden, things went to hell and gone! As I arrived home, I saw Danny's car in the driveway!
God! He had gotten off work early and come home to find me not there!
I gingerly walked up the front path to see the front door slam open and Danny standing there with arms folded and a quizzical expression on his face as he spotted my yellow sun frock outfit.
"Where the hell have you been," he said stridently. "And why are you wearing your 'Fuck Me' dress?" as he used to jokingly call it. "And your 'Fuck Me' perfume?" He got to smell me as I got closer.
Ah, what the hell, I thought as we entered the house. It's all or nothing now.
"You know how you wanted to try wife swapping," I asked after we had settled down in the sunroom with the drinks Ah Fong had prepared for us. "Well, I think the time has come for us to try it out!"
"Oh?" he said as he turned to me, a very quizzical expression on his face, "And what's brought this about, and who the hell is it?"
"I had lunch with Ray today," I said, hesitatingly. "I'm pretty sure I could make love to him if you want me to. But I want you to meet him first and give your approval."
"Wow!" he said. "This has come from out of left field! Is that why you were so horny with me last night?"
"Yeah, I think so," I replied. "I just can't get him out of my mind ... I get wet when you just mention his name! That's never happened to me before ... not even with you."
"Fuck! This sounds like just what the doctor ordered," he said with a very knowing smile on his face. "Another man who appeals to you ... I never thought it would happen ... and this means I get to fuck Melanie ... Wow!" as his eyes glazed over a bit at the thought of finally sleeping with his English princess.
"You're on evening shift tomorrow," I said, "and I could get Ray to come over tomorrow morning before you leave for work and you could meet him then."
For some reason, I didn't mention that I had invited him to dinner and to the party ... I don't know why?
"OK, that would be great," Danny said. "But I don't want you to rush into this. You will need to make sure it's what you want ... and I will need time to get Melanie up to speed with taking our affair to the next step - sex ... Are you OK to take things slowly?"
"Yeah ... sure," I said, then thinking to myself, "Fuck! I'm cheating already!"
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HE SAID: .....
A Navy Chief, I thought later that night as I turned this surprising turn of events over in my mind, ...and an Australian at that ... that's good ... being Navy he wouldn't be in port and hanging around her for too long, and then he'd leave ... and God knows when his ship would call back here - if ever ... an ideal situation.
The next morning, early, as I had to leave for work at 11.00 am, Jill called the ship and spoke to Ray, inviting him around that morning to meet me.
I noticed she did herself up more than she normally would for a morning at home, looking quite fetching in a little white number that barely covered her ass, and she was wearing that damned perfume again!
Ray turned up at about 10.00 am, and I could immediately see where Jill's attraction for him came from ... he was quite a good-looking fellow ... about 6ft 1inch, well muscled and built, and with a full navy beard that added to his masculinity.
His grip was firm and steady, and he had a seaman's eyes - grey and seeming like they were looking far out to the horizon at sea from the foredeck of a ship, but when he focussed on you, they saw right through to your soul - definitely a Chief Petty Officer's eyes - nothing escaped his attention.
We sat down in the sun lounge and, over a cup of coffee, we chatted informally, gradually getting to know each other, and growing to like each other. Our common heritage of the Services, even though he was navy and I was air force, quickly broke through any reservations we might have had, and allowed us to quickly get to talking man to man. Being of the same equivalent rank helped ... he a Chief Petty Officer and me a Warrant Officer.
Ray casually asked what I did with the RAAF, and I reluctantly had to brush this aside with, "I'm in a highly secret profession, which I can't speak about - even to another Serviceman," I was forced to say, but he accepted this gracefully.
Jill followed me out to the kitchen as I went to get Ah Fong to fill the coffee pot again.
"What do you think of him?" she asked urgently. "Does he qualify up to your standards?"
I nodded my head. "Yep, he's great," I said, "and I can see why you've got the hots for him ... but remember what I said ... gently, gently, catchee monkey ... don't rush into this ... make sure you're OK with all the ramifications before you make your final decision ... give it a couple of weeks?"
"OK," she blushingly said ... unfortunately, I didn't catch the blush.
We chatted until it was time for me to get ready for work, and Ray and Jill sat in the sun lounge and chatted while I showered and donned my uniform.
And, that's where I left them as I drove off to work ... I wasn't worried about anything happening right then, as she had given me her word about taking things steadily.
After a full day's work, I arrived back at just after 10.00 pm and drove straight around to the Smythe's who were holding a party to celebrate their anniversay, or a birthday, or something - who cares, in Penang a party is a party!
As I walked into the now reasonably raucous, full of grog affair, I spotted Melanie sitting by herself on a double lounge, so I grabbed a beer out of the Esky and made my way over to her.
She smiled at me beautifully as I plonked myself down alongside her and scrabbled a bit of the way along the chair to be closer to me ... we ended up with our bodies lightly touching.
"How are you, my beautiful girl?" I asked gently.
"Better now," she said. "I was terribly disappointed when I found you weren't here when I arrived, but then I remembered you and Charles are on the same shift, and he was working also tonight ... but I knew you would turn up here after work, as I've never known you to miss a party!"
"Where's Charles?" I asked.
"Oh, he's probably down the bars, trying to screw some bargirl," she answered casually.
I raised my eyebrows at this scintilla of information ... this is probably not a happy marriage, and my chances of getting her into bed rose considerably.
We sat and chatted for awhile, and as I was casually chatting about nothing really, I looked up to the dancefloor where a number of couples were clinging drunkenly to each other as some slow ballad played on the Smythe's turntable.
And, then I spotted them ... Jill and Ray in the closest embrace, slowly grinding their bodies together, gyrating in perfect rhythm with the music, and she was looking longingly into his eyes with a look of adoration that I knew, from past experience, meant only one thing ...
SHE HAD SCREWED HIM!
There was no doubt of it ... she only let herself look like that after a passionate fuck, and a number of climaxes ... it was a look of total sexual satisfaction that only a fully satisfied woman can express ... and she was 'expressing' it like a self-satisfied cat does when it has just come through an extreme patting session!
"My God," I muttered, but didn't know I had said it aloud, "She's fucked him!"
"Who?" Melanie said, looking around the closely filled room, "Who's fucked whom?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean that to come out loud," I apologised. "It's Jill and her Navy boyfriend, Ray ... they've fucked each other, either this afternoon or tonight ... I can tell by the look on Jill's face and the way she's moving her body!"
"Hmmm ... that's good news for us then," Melanie whispered in my ear, "I've been wanting to fuck you ever since the day I met you, and now you have a clear road to go down with me."
I turned in the chair and looked into her magic eyes, "Yes, you're dead right ... and we should do it as soon as possible ... What if I take leave on Thursday - Charles will be on evening shift until 10.00pm - and I come around to your place and we do it?"
"That sounds beautiful to me," she murmured in her beautiful high-class English voice, and she quickly kissed me on the side of the face so no one would notice, "I don't know if I can wait two days, but I will be more than ready for you when you turn up."
And so, the die was set!
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