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Click hereMy soldier-
I had a dream about you last night. It was one of those dreams where I wake up and can't exactly remember the details other than it was definitely you and me and we were definitely having sex. It was one of those dreams where I wake up and my pussy feels warm and full and when I reach down and slide my hand into my panties, it's already slick, wet, and ready for you to penetrate.
I spent a long time trying to remember the exact details of the dream. I know we were at someone else's house (my parents', I think) and I know I was sucking your dick. Unfortunately, the details that had made me soaked through my panties were unclear.
Since I was having such a hard time remembering the dream, I lay in bed, touching myself and just thought about what I could have been dreaming to get me so wet and ready.
I thought back to the weekend we spent at my parents' just before you deployed. Do you remember that? Everyone else had already gone to bed and we were on the couch in front of the fireplace, cuddling and getting pretty handsy under the blanket. I was lying back against you and could feel you growing harder and pressing against my back. Your hands were wrapped around me and up under my shirt, caressing my breast and stomach, just waiting until I was ready for you to go lower. It feels so good when you rub my tits. You usually joke that it "must be cold in here," but you know the truth is that you are driving me crazy. It is even better when in the middle of sex you start sucking on them. Sometimes I like it soft, but when we are really going at it - when you are slamming your cock into my cunt - I love it when you suck hard and long on my nipples, even bite them a little.
When I was ready, you moved one hand down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Everything else in the house was quiet and we were so exposed right there in the living room that the zipper sounded so loud I was sure for a second that someone must have heard it! Lol. But I forgot all about that when you slipped your hand inside my panties and made contact with my pussy. I was a little wet before you got there, but the more you touched me, the softer and wetter I got. You got me more and more amped up until every touch of my clit caused me to shake with intensity.
I was whispering in your ear all of the dirty things I wanted you to do to me. Specifically, I think I was telling you how much I loved sucking your cock and the way it felt when you rubbed it across my face. I don't know why I like that but there's just something so hot about you taking your cock out of my mouth and rubbing across my face. That's when you suggested that we move to my bedroom.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, we were out of our clothes and you told me to lie on my back with my head hanging off the edge of the bed. We moved into position and you practically jammed your dick down my throat. I wasn't expecting it so hard or fast, but I also liked that you wanted it so bad you didn't care if I was completely ready. You pumped away a few times, watching your cock move in and out of my mouth, before slowing down. Then I tried to relax and keep from gagging as I grabbed your butt and pulled you forward to take you as far as I could into my mouth. I could feel my eyes beginning to water as you went deeper into my throat, past my gag reflex. I can get you in so deep from this position. I love feeling your balls on my face when you're all the way in.
You leaned down and I felt your tongue on my pussy. I love it when you go down on me, but this was the first time you'd ever done it while we were in this position and your cock was buried so deep in my throat. You continued to thrust in and out of my mouth as you licked and sucked on my clit. I could feel myself getting close and tried to push your hips away from my face so I could just concentrate on the sensation of you eating my pussy, but you either didn't notice or didn't care. When I came, it was probably a good thing that you kept your dick in my mouth, muffling my cries. Otherwise, everyone in the house would have heard me cumming and known exactly what we were doing.
After my orgasm has subsided, you finally pulled out to give me a break. As I was gasping for air and trying to recover, you let me take your dick and run it all over my face, smearing my own spit over my skin as it went. Over my nose, across my cheeks and forehead, up and over my chin so your balls are caressing my lips . . . I can't tell you how much I love that. Just sitting here thinking about it gets me wet.
After giving me a minute to catch my breath, you looked down at me and asked if I was ready. No sooner had I nodded yes than you shoved your cock back into my mouth, grabbing my hair and pushed in even further and harder than before, slamming into me like you were fucking my pussy instead of getting a blow job. I could feel every inch of you with my tongue and running over my lips as you fucked my face. You started going faster and I could tell you were getting close.
I was expecting you to cum in my mouth like usual, but then you pulled out and told me you were going to cum on my face. I wasn't sure I heard you right . . . but I definitely had! I didn't have much time to think about it before you began spraying all over me. Your cum was so warm and thick and it felt like there was so much more of it then when you've come in my mouth or my pussy. I loved the feel of it running over my face. I just wished that I wasn't upside down, so that it would have been easier to catch every drop with my tongue. As it was, I licked up what I could as it trickled down - I wanted to swallow every single drop - and used my finger to move some into my mouth. You helped a little bit by running your cock over my wet face again and then letting me suck off what you had picked up.
I keep thinking about how I must have looked as you stared down on me at that moment: my face coated with spit, splattered with cum, and my mascara smeared and running from taking you so deep that my eyes watered. I know that you like it when I look so disheveled, used, and slutty. For some reason, I like it too. I like that you made me that way. I wish I had let you take that picture when you asked.
Maybe when you come home we'll have to arrange a little bit of a photo shoot? Would you like that?
I can't wait for you to come home. Even when I get myself off, it's so unfulfilling compared to being with you. I need you inside me again. Please come home as soon as possible.
I love you. Be careful.
~Your Wife