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I may have given the impression that prior to our recent ventures into swinging, I’ve been a goody-goody. That is somewhat true but, like most of the goody-goodies of this world, I’ve had my lapses. I’m willing to forget most of my forgetable prenuptial escapades, but I had been married to Ted little more than two years when - - - but that was a long time ago and I’ve never written it up or told anyone about it - until now. If you’re really interested :- The summer my husband, Ted, received his commission as second lieutenant, he was stationed to a training center in Eastern Ontario. We were assigned ‘married quarters’ in one half of a ‘temporary’ two-unit tar paper shack that could have been built during WW1. The collection of young couples occupying the other units were a pleasant and friendly group and the summer we spent there remains a fond memory. Every weekend there would be a dance in the officer’s mess and even with the many girls from town who were invited by the unmarried officers, there was always a preponderance of males present to keep our husbands on alert for raiders and we girls were well aware of the powers we held. The other half of our building was occupied by an outgoing couple, Alice and Iain Macdonald who came from B.C. The bedrooms of the two units were separated by a wall of thin cardboard and both Alice and I soon realized that a normal sex life would be possible only if we resigned ourselves to accepting that there was no possible way for us to expect complete privacy. Once we agreed to just pretend the walls were soundproof, we both found that our proximity actually added a little zest to lovemaking with our husbands. Alice would come around for midmorning coffee and we’d critique each other’s midnight activities with much hilarity. After one particularly noisy night I asked her; “What on earth were you two up to last night? I almost called the MPs to come settle a domestic dispute.” “Oh, Iain attempted to introduce me to oral sex.” I was shocked. “He didn’t! I heard you call him a pervert. That seemed to calm him down for a while.” “What actually happened then,” Alice blushed. “Was Iain stuck his face between my legs and the next thing I knew I was in the midst of an all-time greatest orgasm. Have you ever tried that?” “My good Presbyterian mother would die of shock to know I’ve even listened to talk about it.” I replied. “You actually did that?” “You can bet I did. I marked the day on my calendar.” She replied emphatically. “And tune in again tonight when I return the favor to Iain.” It took me a week to work up the courage to try it with Ted but it’s been a part of my diet ever since. In some ways my husband Ted is a bit of a prude but sometimes he manages to shock me. For the first anniversary of our wedding, he gave me a pair of solid gold ear rings. To the glance they appear to be miniature candlesticks but a closer look reveals them to be male erections rising from two balls. They’re elegantly done but I have yet to wear them in public. On our second anniversary he brought home a long blue box and I was horrified on opening it to find a life size replica of Ted’s own equipment. It was made of some pliable plastic material with a wire core so it was semi rigid but could be bent and retain the shape. It seems that the quartermaster sergeant had a thriving business on the side handcrafting these devices. Ted began to describe how he’d had to get an erection, encase it in plaster, etc. but I wasn’t interested. “These things are designed to provide solace to the soldier’s wife while her husband is off fighting his country’s wars.” Ted explained. “Well, this soldier’s wife will not long be satisfied with such a pale imitation while there is such a surplus of the real thing so you’d better pray for peace.” I retorted. I was still slightly miffed with Ted when we retired to the bedroom later in the evening so I took the long box with me and when I got into bed I pushed Ted aside and placed the rubber dick between my thighs. At first I had a little trouble getting the device between the lips of my puss but a good serving of KY jell made things easier. “Here, let me give a hand here.” Ted volunteered and set things to the proper angle. I had to laugh at the ridiculous scene but let him slide it home. The darn gadget did not have the resiliency and give of the real thing so it felt to be uncomfortably larger. “Easy there.” I cried. “That thing doesn’t compress and then expand again like your sausage does as it passes through the tight spot.” Ted slid it out and in a few times but finally I gave up. “That might substitute when you’re off fighting but as there’s no particular war on right now why don’t you put it back in its box and give me some of the real McCoy. The real McCoy sure felt much better. Next morning, Alice was over early. “What on earth were you two up to last night? You’ll have to learn to speak a little louder.” I laughed and led her to the bedroom to show her the plastic and rubber monstrosity. She was fascinated. “So this is Ted. He’s not quite as big around as my husband but he’s definitely longer; a good inch I’d say. I have to get Iain to have one of these made.” She lay back on the bed and before I could say a word, had inserted the tip of the device into her puss and slid it neatly home. “Hey,” I protested, “That’s my husband you’re screwing.” She looked up at me and grinned. “Tell him thanks from me when he gets home.” She lay there for several minutes just working the dildo in and out. Her mind was elsewhere and I could believe it was actually Ted whom her imagination had probing the depths of her pussy but I was surprised to discover that the thought didn’t bother me. I sat down beside her and slipped a hand down over her tummy to get a finger on her clit and help things along. She smiled lazily up at me, closed her eyes and began rotating her hips. After a few minutes, her lips pursed and I could sense she was having a mild orgasm - not a belly buster, just a relaxing melt-down. She opened her eyes and smiled. “Damn, I’m going to have to get me one of these.” When Ted arrived home I had the plastic phallus on the kitchen table. “You might be pleased to know that you screwed Alice today.” “That’s nice.” He replied. “Did I enjoy it?” “Alice did.” I laughed. “I’m to tell you to introduce Iain to the N.C.O. who makes those fake dicks. She wants one of her own husband.” “So she can repay the favor you presented her today?” he suggested. I hadn’t thought of that. Ted picked up the device from the kitchen table and returned it to the bedroom. “Well, Alice is OK but don’t go too public with that thing. I’m a bit fussy about whom I screw.” Two weeks later when Alice dropped in for coffee she brought with her new dildo with her. I was mesmerized by the sight of it and couldn’t bring myself to touch it but eventually Alice convinced me that I owed her the thrill of seeing it entering my puss. “I think you’re the pervert, not Iain” I chided her but led her into the bedroom. As Alice had said, the thing was larger around than Ted’s but surprisingly it went into me easier. It was a bit softer and more pliant. “I had Iain’s cock in me today.” I informed Ted when he got home that night. “Ugly big thing isn’t it?” He laughed. “He showed it to me when the sergeant delivered it. I suppose that evens us up for the time mine got into Alice.” Many bawdy remarks of the same vein were tossed around in the next few weeks. One balmy Friday evening in early September we walked slowly home from the O club dance and when we arrived at our quarters, we stopped outside the twin doors and formed a square for the usual good night group hug. Alice slipped her hand down her husband’s pants and made some remark about just checking to see if it was ready for what she had in mind as she was feeling horny and wasn’t about to settle for the plastic copy. I made some equally inane comment and somehow conversation came to a halt. Ted kissed me lightly on the nose. “Look, honey, those plastic dicks started off as a joke but they seem to have reached the level of fetish so before they become obsession, why don’t you just take Iain in there and screw his ugly head off?” “Yes, darling,” Alice chimed in. “Why don’t you show her what a pale imitation of the real thing that plastic toy is.” She gave Iain a shove toward me and pulled Ted through her door. I looked at Iain in a moment’s confusion and then laughed and held out a hand to him. In my bedroom, Iain meticulously folded and stowed his uniform before turning his nakedness toward me. I felt thoroughly acquainted with his male equipment but dropped my hand to feel the texture - far superior to that of the copy. Iain grinned and lifted me off my feet to hold me against his warm body as his big dong slid between my legs to press its full length along the lips of my moist coozy. I hoisted my knees over his hips as we fell toward the bed where he humped back and then drove firmly into me. I can’t fully explain the wonderful feeling of release I experienced that first time I took a man into me for no reason other than he was my friend, I liked him and it was my choice to do so - - it felt good. My person - my body - belongs to me and it will never be altogether otherwise. Alice’s happy laughter filtered through the pressed cardboard walls. “How are you two doing in there?” Saturday night I made love with my own husband in Alice’s bed and Sunday, again in Alice’s bed, I twice more screwed Alice’s husband. Such became the pattern for our weekends throughout the fall and early winter.. A week before Christmas Iain was posted to Germany. We rented a suite in the Royal York for a going away party - with a big king size bed. Before leaving, Alice brought over the Iain dildo which I accepted in exchange for the synthetic Ted and then stored far back in our only clothes closet. Ted and I also stored our extracurricular activities far back in the closet and for the next fourteen years spent our time raising a family. It wasn’t until the day I voiced my resurgent frustrations to my neighbor Jeannie and she introduced us to her small circle of swinging friends that I again ventured out of the chastity belt. Jessie B in OREGON mail to: jackduncan52@hotmail.com