He was my Tech Sargeant and so much more by Silverpen69

I was one of six children brought up in a very religious household. My father died when I was eight and there really wasn’t a man of the house except for my older brother who was too busy being mommy’s favorite to have anything to do with me. The topic of sex was taboo until such time as one of us children were dating seriously and preparing for marriage. Then my mom married my stepfather and I inherited three stepbrothers. My stepdad was an evil drunk and my stepbrothers were not much better. There was no doubt in my mind I needed to get away and so at the young age of 18 I graduated high school and joined the Air Force. Boot camp was psychologically tough. They broke you down and stripped all ties to home while building the image of the military being your new family. Then there was tech school where they taught you that boot camp was just trying to get you to grow up, that your family was important, and you needed to learn an air force occupation.

Once I completed all that I was sent to my first base. It was in Nevada about thirteen miles outside of Las Vegas. I was set up in a barracks with another airman where we shared a room. I wasn’t much of a gambler and so never went into town. My Tech Sargent was a great guy and helped me get settled in. After a couple weeks of work, he even invited me to his home off base for dinner. I thought a home cooked dinner would be great and so I eagerly accepted.

The first evening at my tech sergeants house was a little strange. I was introduced to Betty his wife and he asked me to call him Steve when we were away from work. Betty was a beauty with long red hair, a smaller frame that I would call petite. I know she was my boss’s wife, but she had really large breasts that I couldn’t help looking at. There were a couple times I had to put my hands over my lap to keep my growing hardon from showing. Once I saw her smile at me with a smile that would cause spring flowers to bloom in the middle of winter while I was covering my excitement and I think she knew.

The next week my boss said that Betty thought I was a very polite young man and a joy to be around and asked if I wanted to come over for dinner Friday night and possibly stay for a while and play cards of a board game. I readily accepted and told Steve I was looking forward to it.

When Friday night came and I arrived at their home, Betty greeted me at the door and asked if I wanted a glass of wine. Back then the drinking age was 21 which I thought was ironic. I was old enough to fight for my country but not old enough to be trusted with a beer. I looked over at Steve and he said go ahead, you are in my private home, and no one will know. With a huge smile on my face, I took the wine and sipped it.

Through the course of dinner, I didn’t really pay attention, but it seemed that my wine glass was never empty. Steve and Betty seemed very interested in my upbringing and how worldly I was or wasn’t. Betty even seemed excited when I let it slip; I was still a virgin. She said it was so nice to see someone with morals. I was afraid to tell her it was more because I never had the chance then it was morals holding me back.

By the time we were through I was at least tipsy and on the verge of being drunk. We went into the living room and sat in the living room to continue talking. I sat in an easy chair across from Steve and Betty. Steve commented that I would be more comfortable if I took off my shoes and loosened my belt a little. I watched as Steve took off his shoes undid his belt and unbuttoned the top of his trousers and lowered his zipper halfway. At first, I was shocked but then thought it was his home and if that was how he relaxed, who was I to argue.

He looked at me and cocked his head to one side as if waiting for something until I realized he wanted me to do the same thing. Very slowly and sheepishly I complied. Instantly the conversation picked up again as if nothing was going on. Moments later I had forgotten about it. As we talked the conversation turned back to sex. Steve asked me if my mother was so strict, did I ever have time to think about what I liked and what I didn’t like.

As he spoke, I couldn’t help noticing Betty spreading her legs as she sat. From where I was sitting, I had a clear view, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could feel my cock letting my eyes know he was happy with what they saw. It was then I realized that my zipper was halfway down and my hard on with filling the space of where my pants were parted.

Steve looked over at me and saw my throbbing cock. He turned to Betty and said, “You were right he’s got a big one. I wanted to get up and run but then I would expose myself completely. My head was in a whirl, and I didn’t know what to do. Tears began to well up in my eyes from fright and shame. Steve said, “It’s OK. We are glad you’re excited. Do you know what swingers are?”

“I held my head down and shook it no. Betty smiled and said, “Well we are swingers and that means we are very open about our sex life and like to share it with others. We would like to share it with you.”

With my head still hung down so I didn’t have to face them, I answered with a crack in my voice, “Why me? I didn’t ask to, and I don’t know how to do anything yet.”

Betty got up from the couch and crossed over to me. She took my shaking hand and placed it on her breast. She leaned close and whispered, “We will teach you.” I could feel my underwear, already moist with precum and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. With my hand still caressing her breast Betty unbuttoned her silk blouse and unbuckled the fastener of her front closing bra.

I swear I didn’t do it consciously, but my hand slid over and into the privacy of her open blouse. Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch. There was a warmth and firm fullness I had never felt before as I squeezed and moaned with delight. I rubbed my thumb across her nipple, and it was hard and stood out. Slowly I reached up with my other hand and began to explore her breast more eagerly.

Slowly Betty backed up but kept her hand on mind so I could continue to enjoy this new feeling. As she did it forced me to stand up and follow her. IT was if I was in a trance. Betty had taken away my will to fight and I was going to do anything she asked. From behind I felt Steve reach around me and finish unzipping my fly he tugged my pants to the floor. As I stepped out of them. I looked and saw that Steve was already naked.

I pulled my hands away from Betty and paused. Then I began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. By now my whitey tighty’s were soaked with pre-cum but I didn’t care. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. I watched as Betty removed her bra and blouse then unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I didn’t know what to do and stood there. I looked at Steve for help and he just said,” Its ok, go to her. Betty will show you. I love to watch.” With that, Steve sat in the chair I had been sitting in and began slowly stroking his rigid cock. I was impressed by the size and girth of his hardon. It was easily eight inches long and so thick his hand almost didn’t reach around it.

I turned back toward Betty, and she had laid down on the couch with one foot on the floor and one leg bent on the cushion. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman’s most private parts. Her hair was trimmed and neat, surrounding soft pink folds of skin that were glistening with her female juices. I crossed to the couch and knelt down beside her. I once again reached hot and took her breasts in my hand. I slowly lowered my head and reached out with my tongue to taste her nipples. I couldn’t catch my breath as I began licking and sucking on her breasts with a passionate intensity and lust of the young virgin boy I was. I looked up into her eyes and Betty leaned forward. I don’t know how but her lips found mine and I kissed her in a way I never knew was possible.

Betty took my hand and brought it down to her wetness. I felt with my fingers and rubbed the wetness. My fingers began probing as they twisted and rubbed her beckoning clit. My finger found and slid into her opening and was saturated with hot sticky juices. As I pleasured her with my fingers experiencing one knew thing after another, I gasped as she reached over and closed her warm hand around my throbbing rod.

I couldn’t take any more and my body went stiff. My pulsating erection became even harder as I quivered and shook and exploded in a volley of man seed like I had never done before. As I quivered and gasped for breath I kept saying over and over again, “Oh God I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Betty giggled and squeezed my still rock-hard cock. “That was wonderful! You lasted longer than I expected. You’re doing great you just need a minute.” As she spoke, she took my face gently in her two hands and kissed my lips. She then slowly pushed my head down toward between her legs. As I got close the scent of her womanhood was intoxicating

I breathed in deeply and felt a new euphoria come over me, this time it was not the wine. I reached in with my open mouth and tried to trace with my tongue where my fingers had been. I licked and probed and sucked moaned as I was once again brought to a new high. Betty began moaning and writhing on the couch. I must have been doing something right and so I continued with even more desire. Betty arched her head back and screamed,” Oh, don’t stop I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming!”

Her legs were twitching, and I could feel a sudden rush of hot sweet nectar pour into my mouth from her steamy hot hole. I licked up every drop and savored the flavor on my tongue as I could feel my manhood expanding for round two.

I didn’t wait for instructions. I didn’t wait for approval. I simply climbed between Betty’s open legs and looked her in the eyes. She smiled and nodded, and I pulled myself forward. I reached down with one hand and guided the tip of my cock toward her slippery and hot hole. I took a deep breath as for the first time in my life I penetrated a woman. My cock was engulfed in warmth and tightness. As I slid inside of Betty it was as if the two halves were becoming a whole.