She Blamed it on my PTSD - Sex Stories

She Blamed it on my PTSD

She blamed it on my PTSD.

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She stole my heart and saved me from sorrow. Our first year of marriage was away from our home in Seattle. I was stationed in the San Joaquín Valley in California at a Naval Air Station. I was more accurately in an Attack Squadron, part of a Carrier Air Group, which was on shore rotation as the squadrons restocked both pilots and all the Aviation Machinist Jet Mechanics, Aviation Electricians, Aviation Electronics Technicians, Aviation Ordinance men, Aviation Machinist Hydraulics Specialists and the plane captains who were not pilots but the guys that horsed the plains around on the flight deck of the carrier with tractors and climbed down the intake of the jet to make sure there was potential Foreign Object Damage or FOD.

We lived away from base in a little duplex in Hanford, California. The place was a combination of Armenians, Chinese, Mexicans and white trash left over from the real life Grapes of Wrath during the 1930s. The food was incredibly cheap roadside fruit stands, ancient supermarkets and Mexican restaurants that two could eat for five bucks.

She was stunningly beautiful. Long brown hair, dark eyes, perfect complexion and her ass, perfectly round and it would shake when I was getting after it. We played Yahtzee tournaments, drank beer and fucked like bunnies. I would be hammering her from behind and she'd reach through and push her finger up my ass and sweet fucking Jesus I would cum ...

... as would she. She'd bite me on the nipple while jerking

me off.

I did not know what it was called but she'd lick my asshole and jerk me then swallow my cum. In that first year away from home we must have fucked close to five hundred times.

We had about a month before we were coming home to Seattle (I was being discharged from active duty to the ready reserves) and I came home early and parked out front of the duplex. The front door was unlocked and slightly open and I came in quietly. I stood still and could hear fuck noises.

I stood watching her get hammered from behind. No sexy talk, just grunting and heavy breathing of long term lovers. I was wearing steel toed rubber soled half boots that they gave to guys who worked around electrical stuff. I wound up and tried to kick a fifty yard field goal landing square in his nuts which drove his cock deep into my wife's womb causing her to explode in orgasm which was not my intent.

He was my direct supervisor's long haired civilian friend. I grabbed his hair and pulled him to the floor and put my right foot to work again. I stomped his bare foot and he shrieked again, then did a side kick against his left ankle and broke it. I was six foot one and weighed two hundred ten pounds and could run.

All State baseball player, with a scholarship to Washington which blew up when my parents and my older brother died in random events. There was a homeless phase for a while too, but that's another story.

I stomped on his ...