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This happened in 2013 during my deployment to a remote outpost in Afghanistan. I was in a dark tent on my cot, fresh off watch, with the camp mostly quiet except for the low hum of generators and occasional footsteps of soldiers passing by. A couple of guys were outside smoking and bullshitting softly. It was one of those rare peaceful nights.
My laptop was the only light in the tent. My buddies were asleep nearby, so I kept everything low-profile and quiet. When the Skype call started ringing, my heart jumped—I’d been craving this connection with my wife, Cindy.
We’d been talking about opening our marriage for a while, and she was eager. We love each other deeply, but we’re both very sexual people. I knew that about her when we met—she’s Thai, super flirty, and we dated across borders before getting married (we actually met in India).
Cindy’s face appeared on screen, but the background was unfamiliar: she was in what looked like military police barracks on the local base. She looked stunning—smooth skin, bright smile, no top on, nipples visibly hard. Sweat glistened on her shoulders. In the background stood a guy in just a towel around his waist—ripped like a fitness magazine cover, cute face reminiscent of young Matt Damon.
My whole body lit up with adrenaline as I took in every detail. My mind raced. No erection at all—just an instant, heavy swell in my underwear, then a rush of precum soaking through. I’d never leaked like that without getting hard before. It was pure psychological overload. I felt tiny, aching to be in that room with them.
She smiled at the camera. “I love you, babe. I don’t want to waste any more time.” She stood, angled the laptop for a perfect side view of the bed, and introduced him playfully: “This is Officer Doug.” She gave him a mock salute. He looked at the camera and said, “Nice to finally meet you, man. Thanks for letting me look after your wife.” I managed a quiet “Thanks for taking care of her,” and he replied, “My honor.”
She climbed onto the bed, hugging a pillow. Doug turned away from the camera, dropped the towel, and she immediately started rubbing his body while he touched hers. They kissed deeply. My nervous system was on fire—everything felt so wrong, yet so electric.
She paused, spun him toward the camera, and said with a teasing grin, “Look, babe—he’s got precum just like you.” Then she dropped down and started sucking him. His cock was massive—easily 9 inches, thick like a porn star’s (Peter North level). I whispered “Oh my god,” praying it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone.
Cindy was lost in it now—full cougar mode, trance-like. She stopped worrying about the camera or me. That made me strangely happy. Doug lay back; she sucked him, licked his balls, then lifted his legs to rim him deep. He’d never gotten that from her before. He looked straight at the camera, smiled, and gave me a thumbs-up.
She climbed on top, kissing him passionately. Reaching between her legs, she guided him in slowly. She gasped as the head entered—like it was her first time—then the rhythm built. Faster, deeper. He raised his knees, gripping her ass as she rode him hard. After several minutes, he pulsed and came inside her with a groan.
She scurried to the bathroom. Doug stayed spread-eagle, letting out a satisfied roar.
My brain was scrambling to process it all—heart hammering, underwear completely soaked, dick still soft but dripping nonstop. The shame and arousal were overwhelming.
Then the laptop shifted. Another arm entered the frame—darker skin, Hispanic-looking. Doug introduced him casually: “This is my roommate, Fred.”
Fred said hello. Cindy came back from the bathroom, completely unbothered—two naked guys with cocks out, her pussy on display. She looked at the camera and said she wanted to do a threesome and hoped it was okay. I just nodded, whispered, “Yes ma’am. You’re the boss.”
She started playing with Fred. Doug stepped away briefly. Fred ended up on top, but Doug returned, flipped them so Cindy was riding again. Doug knelt behind her and ate her out from the back while Fred pumped from below. She came hard—shaking, loud. They took turns sucking Doug back to full hardness. He tried to double-penetrate her, but his size made it impossible. Fred finished inside her, and they collapsed together, sharing a cigarette in post-sex haze.
I have no idea how long the call lasted—my laptop was overheating, screen glitching. I told her I loved her before it froze and disconnected. Honestly, I was as far from her thoughts as I was physically from that room.
Of all the wild sexual things we’ve done, this Skype moment replays in my head more than anything—way more than is probably healthy. It comes up every time we have sex now.
Later she told me more: she’d already fucked Doug a couple times that week before our call. Juggling that, two kids back home, and coordinating with me must have
been a lot for her.
The war felt endless, but wanting to get back to Cindy burned hotter than ever. I even told an Army friend (a woman) about it—she said the stories got her wet and was super supportive. Cindy got jealous, thinking I had a thing for her. I didn’t.
Anyway, that’s one of my craziest deployment stories.