Nereids Ch. 07

Susan!

He ran toward her and swept her into his arms. She felt light as a feather as he swung her around, her clean scent fresh in his nostrils.

He lost track of time. He hugged and kissed her. He swept the boys into his arms and whisked them from their feet. He set them down after a time and pulled Susan close. He knelt and held them all, wishing his arms were longer. Susan was crying tears of joy and relief, months of built-up emotion released in minutes.

**

Beth ushered Paul under the rope when the uniformed man lifted it for them. Then she ducked under herself, Erin held close. She spotted David at once—she knew his gestures, his walk.

He still looked bewildered, scanning the crowd.

"David!" she yelled, waving.

He heard the sound and looked at her. Then his eyes widened in recognition and he sprinted toward her. He looked awkward in his G-suit, but he could've been wearing a suit of medieval armor for all that she cared.

She reached for Paul and made sure he stayed close. He'd been worried all day, worried that his father might not remember him. She'd told him, "Of course Daddy remembers you." She was a little worried herself, though, but when David crouched, Paul ran to him. David scooped the boy into a toss that ended with Paul in his arms.

Beth hugged herself to David's side a moment later, careful to avoid crushing Erin. He smelled of spicy cologne and sweat and jet fuel.

She held him close and buried her face in his chest, heedless of the heat and stifling closeness. Finally, she smiled up at him, tears stinging her eyes.

"Welcome home," she said.

**

Jack slid behind the wheel of Susan's station wagon and then smiled at her. Behind them, Kirk and Doug were being rambunctious, vying for his attention.

Susan turned. "Sit down, boys. I know you're excited that Dad's home, but you can't hang over the front seat while he's driving."

Jack chuckled to himself at the looks on their faces. "Kirk," he said, "reach into the back and open my flight bag. Pull out the two green packages—and only the green packages."

The boys' faces lit up at the thought of presents.

"There's one for each of you," Jack added. He and Susan turned in their seats to watch.

The boys tore open the presents and marveled at the Japanese character-writing on the boxes. The symbols may have been unfamiliar, but the pictures were universal, and the boys immediately opened the boxes to get at the transistor radios inside.

"What do you say?" Susan reminded gently.

"Thanks, Dad," Kirk and Doug chorused, wholly absorbed by the Japanese instructions.

Jack grinned to himself and started the car. Then his grin turned sly and he looked sidelong at Susan.

She caught his look and arched an eyebrow.

"I've got something for you too," he said, "but it's for later."

"Not too much later, I hope."

He had a hard time concentrating during the drive home. Susan had opened her sweater, exposing her cleavage. Her nipples were hard, and she wasn't wearing a bra. She'd also tugged her skirt up, revealing her smooth, tanned legs. At the thought of what lay between them, Jack felt his dick swell.

She'd been tantalizing him for weeks about her shaved pussy, but she'd refused to send a Polaroid. "I'm saving it for when you get home," she'd said.

Well, he was home, and he wanted to see it.

As if on cue, she casually turned to face him, one thigh resting on the seat. She looked nonchalant, but Jack knew that she was putting on a show. In the backseat, the boys were still engrossed with the radios, so he rested a hand on her knee.

She flashed him a devilish smile. She could be a shameless tease when she wanted to, especially when she knew he couldn't do anything about it. She casually tugged her dress higher, revealing the soft swell of her thigh.

Jack drove with one eye on the road and one eye on his wife. She languidly trailed one finger along her inner thigh, as if inviting his eyes to follow. The pink dress bunched around her hips and she made sure the boys were still preoccupied. They were, so she flipped the dress up and Jack caught his first glimpse of her smooth pussy. He tried to get a better look and almost swerved off the road.

She smirked at him.

Images of the Turkish girls flashed through his mind, and his dick grew harder still. But the Turkish girls were merely a summer conquest—Susan was his wife.

He tried to keep his eyes on the road, but they were drawn to the passenger seat, to her smooth pussy. Her labia were tanned a light brown, the slit a darker line between them. He reached between her legs and felt her, teasing her with his fingertips.

She stifled a gasp, her eyes drooping closed in pleasure. He felt a bead of moisture and spread it over her slit. Her pussy lips parted and he spread her moisture, acutely aware of the absence of hair. His dick swelled insistently, trapped by his tight underwear and flight suit. He looked up and tried to remember how close they were to home. Then he glanced at the speedometer.

Less than a mile to the house, he judged. Two minutes till we hit the driveway... a minute and a half to unload the car... a minute to send the boys outside... thirty seconds to shuck my flight suit... I don't even have to take off Susan's panties... He quickly did the math. Five minutes, he thought impatiently. Five minutes till I get the first nookie I've had in nine months.

He almost laughed in frustration—five minutes would seem longer than nine months had!

**

Beth lifted Erin from the car seat and glanced toward the trunk. Paul wanted to help his daddy carry things inside, and Beth almost laughed at David's look of fear as the boy reached for his flight helmet. Instead, David let him help with his flight bag—practically indestructible—and Paul earnestly gripped one of the handles.

Beth smiled at the two of them: Paul, serious and trying to act grown-up; David, trying futilely to match his son's gravity. Once inside, she had to suppress a grin as Paul consciously imitated David by stretching the kinks from his muscles.

"Paul, why don't you show Daddy the Tonka trucks Grandma and Grandpa gave you for your birthday?" Beth suggested. They were in his room, and it would take him a minute to get them out of the toy box. She wanted some time alone with David.

Paul grinned with three-year-old enthusiasm and raced off. Beth set Erin on the carpet and gave her the teething ring. Then she stood and moved close to David.

"I did something naughty," she said, standing on tiptoe to bring her lips close to his ear.

He looked a question at her.

"I'm not wearing panties."

His eyebrows shot up.

She took his hand and slid it under her dress. She swallowed hard as his fingers brushed her thigh and then ticked her pubic hair. At the thought of pubic hair, she wondered about Jack. Susan had been teasing him for weeks, peppering her letters with comments about her "new 'do."

David's fingertips brushed Beth's hooded clit and she forgot about Susan entirely. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored the insistent pressure as he spread her growing moisture. She gasped when he slid a finger between her labia. Her mouth watered at the thought of sucking him, and she could feel his hardness through his flight suit.

"Do you want to take a shower when I put the kids down for their naps?" she asked, struggling to control her desire.

"When will that be?"

She tried to concentrate. It was hard to do with his finger on her clit.

"Soon?"

She gathered her wits and shook her head. Then she looked at her watch. "At least an hour."

"What if I don't want to wait that long?"

"I don't want to wait that long," she said. "But we have to."

"Then why'd you tell me you weren't wearing panties?"

"I wanted to make sure you were interested."

He barked a short, soft laugh. "I could pound nails right now."

"Why don't you just pound me instead."

"Can we slip into the bedroom...?"

"Do you want a quickie? I could—"

He shook his head. "No, I want to take our time."

Reluctantly—very reluctantly—she pulled away and smoothed her skirt. "Then we need to wait," she said.

"Can't Paul watch Erin?"

"Paul's three," she said. "No, he can't watch Erin."

David gave her a skeptical look.

"Men," she chided softly.

"It's not my fault," he said. Then he gestured at her, his eyes smoldering. "If you didn't look so good, I wouldn't be in the state I'm in."

Beth felt her insides go molten, and it took all her willpower not to throw herself at him.

"I'm serious, Beth," he said, trying to undermine her resolve, "you look sexier than ever. Better than the blue dress, even."

She swallowed hard.

He stepped closer, his body hot and hard against hers.

"We can't," she said feebly. She inhaled the scent of him. Her breathing grew shallow and she felt her face flush. "When I put the kids down for their naps," she said at last. "Okay?"

Fortunately, Paul saved her—he raced into the living room and tugged David's hand. "Come see, Daddy. I got a bulldozer and a dump truck and..."

**

"I thought I'd fix lunch before the boys go play outside," Susan said.

Jack stifled a growl of frustration.

"Can we have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Mom?" Kirk asked.

Doug agreed with a hopeful smile.

"Sure," Susan said.

Jack changed into a comfortable shirt and shorts while she fixed lunch. He needed a shower, but he wanted to wait till he didn't have to take it alone. He joined the boys at the dining room table. They happily told him about friends, bicycles, television shows, and anything else that came to mind.

He felt himself relaxing for the first time in months. The sights of home, the sounds of home—even the smells of home—were familiar and unfamiliar, welcoming and foreign. He sensed familiar things as if for the first time, in sharp detail. Susan teased him with a look, but he merely smiled.

Eventually, the boys went out to play with their friends—they wanted to show off their radios. Susan shooed them along with a maternal smile, but then flashed a sultry look as soon as the door closed behind them.

Jack gestured her toward him, and she sat on his lap. Her arm circled his neck and he drew her close for a kiss. Her lips felt softer than anything he could remember, and sweet, with a hint of peanut butter that made him smile. He rested his hand on her bare leg and then slid it up her thigh.

She broke the kiss and glanced down, her eyes sparkling playfully. "Where does he think he's going?"

"Where do you think?" Jack asked roguishly. He continued moving his hand up her thigh, but at a slower pace. He could tease too, when he put his mind to it.

Susan's eyebrows rose. Oh? she asked silently.

He spread her legs.

She let him, her eyes dancing expectantly. Then she grinned. "Did you bring me a radio too?"

He shook his head.

"Then what did you bring me?"

"You'll see..."

"When?"

He shrugged as indifferently as he could.

"Do you want me to guess?"

"If you'd like," he said.

"Animal, vegetable, or mineral?"

He paused theatrically, before saying, "Animal."

"Is it smaller than a breadbox?"

"Yes."

"What color is it?" she said, grinning. "Is it... pink?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Is it... long?"

He grinned smugly. "Long enough."

"Is it... hard?"

"Very," he said.

"So when do I get to see it?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I'm trying to think of the right time to give it to you."

"Can you give it to me several times?" she asked disingenuously.

"If you'd like."

"Oh, I'd like. When?"

He tugged the shoulder strap of her dress and pulled it over her tanned arm. Then he did the same with the other strap. "How about now?" he said.

She reached behind her back and he heard the hiss of a zipper. She leaned in to kiss him and he pulled the dress down. It bunched at her waist and he caressed her bare back as they kissed. Her skin felt warm under his hands, soft and smooth. They were both breathless when they finally broke the kiss.

"Stand up," he said. He tugged the dress over her hips and she kicked it away. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he stood to take off his shorts. With a grin, he scooped her into his arms.

She shrieked in surprise. "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, he walked into the kitchen and set her on the counter. His erection bumped the cabinet as he leaned forward to kiss her. She responded eagerly, her fingers light on his arms as he held her hips.

He wanted to fuck her—Nine long months, he thought—but he wanted to taste her shaved pussy even more. He broke the kiss and spread her legs wider. Then he knelt in front of her and put his hands on her inner thighs. Her slit glistened with moisture.

His cheeks brushed her thighs as he moved in. She scooted toward him at his insistent tug. He flicked his tongue and made her gasp. He grinned to himself as she gripped his head, holding him close.

He spread her labia with his fingers, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, feeling the warmth of her thighs on his face. His lips met the smooth skin of her pussy a moment later, his tongue delving into her, tasting the tang of her juices.

She gasped again when he flicked the hood of her clit. Her gasp turned into a moan as he began licking her, his chin damp with her moisture. He buried his nose against her soft skin. It took him a half-second to realize that he liked her without pubic hair. Her bush wouldn't tickle his nose as he went down on her. He wouldn't get hair in his mouth, either.

With a grin, he stopped thinking and simply enjoyed himself, his tongue working along her slit, teasing her. He flicked her clit and then sucked, sending shivers through her thighs. She moaned low and deep in her throat, her hips rocking in time with his tongue.

When he finally pulled back, his cheeks felt cool from the moisture. Then his skin began to tighten as her juices dried. He stood and kissed her, and she responded with passionate intensity.

Unlike many of the women Jack had been with, Susan liked the taste of her own pussy. She liked the taste of other pussies too, he thought with a grin.

After a moment she pulled back, her eyes ablaze. "I want to suck you," she said.

Instead of answering aloud, he shook his head, lifted her off the counter, and set her on her feet. Then he turned her around and bent her over the countertop. She groaned when he gripped her hips and eased his cock between her legs.

Heat and moisture bathed the head of his dick. He pulled back and angled his hips. Then he slid into her. He closed his eyes and savored the sensations as her pussy gripped him. He wanted to watch his dick enter her, to see it part her smooth labia. He wanted to watch his shaft slide in and out as he fucked her. But her pussy felt so good that he wasn't willing to pull out and move to the bedroom.

He began thrusting, his hips slapping her ass, filling the kitchen with the sounds of their sex. Her back swayed with each thrust, the muscles of her shoulders flexing as they absorbed the shock of his body slamming into hers. He fucked her steadily, with long thrusts that made her cry out. The first twinges of orgasm had just begun to tingle in his balls when the front door burst open.

"Mom!" Kirk yelled.

They looked up in shock, their bodies still joined.

"Stay here," Susan panted, pulling herself out from under him.

His dick slid out of her with a wet sucking sound and she threw an apologetic look over her shoulder as she headed to intercept their son.

"Mom!" Kirk shouted. "Can we...? Oh."

Jack could imagine the look on Kirk's face when he saw his mother's nudity.

"What's going on?" Kirk asked.

"We thought we'd have a nudist dinner," Susan said calmly. "Like we do at Granddad's house."

"Oh," Kirk said. "Neat."

Jack marveled at her quick thinking. He was still breathing hard from the effort of fucking her, but she was talking as if nothing were amiss, as if her nudity was an everyday occurrence. He grinned wryly—to her, it was an everyday occurrence. She'd grown up a nudist, and he sometimes had to remind himself that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Where's Doug?" Susan asked from the front room.

"Oh, yeah," Kirk said, as if suddenly remembering why he'd returned home. "Can Doug and I go play at the—?"

"'May,'" she interrupted. "May Doug and I go play..."

Jack bit back a laugh at her automatic correction.

"Sorry," Kirk said. "May Doug and I go play at the Valencourts'? Their dad just got home too. They got these neat little pinball machine things, and we wanna show 'em our radios."

Carl Valencourt was a pilot in the Warhorses' sister squadron, VA-146.

"Is it okay with Mrs. Valencourt?" Susan asked.

"Uh-huh. Billy Galloway's goin' over there too. And his little brother. So there'll be a bunch of us."

"Okay," Susan said to Kirk. "Be home by six so you can get washed up for dinner."

"Thanks, Mom," he said. The front door slammed behind him a moment later.

Susan rounded the corner into the kitchen and tried not to chuckle at Jack's appearance.

He looked down at himself. He was still hard—very hard—and he must have looked anxious. How am I supposed to look? he thought a little irritably. There's no place to hide in here. What was I supposed to do if Kirk had come in?

"I'm sorry," Susan said, reading him perfectly. "It's just..." She stifled a giggle and gestured helplessly at him. After a moment she composed herself. "Would you like to go to the bedroom?" she asked, almost contritely.

"Can we lock the door?"

"We can do anything you want," she soothed.

"Anything?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Anything."

**

Beth rubbed Paul's back and listened patiently as he talked. His father's return had him excited, and he didn't want to take a nap. So Beth was letting him talk himself to sleep. He'd been going strong for nearly ten minutes, though, about all sorts of things.

"I'll probably need more blocks," he said matter-of-factly, changing the subject. Again.

Beth hid a smile and said, "More? You just got some for your birthday."

"More," Paul said seriously. "I wanna build a house for Daddy and my new planes..."

David had brought him a set of toy airplanes from Japan.

"...and I don't have enough blocks for that. Mom? How long till my next birthday?"

"Almost ten months," she said.

"Is that a long time?"

"Mmm hmm."

"How long till Christmas?"

"Not so long," she said. "Only four months."

"That's not so bad," he said, sounding exactly like Beth herself.

She smiled at the thought. Then she glanced at her watch. Her insides were practically molten with desire, but she suppressed the urge and paid attention to her son.

"I should ask Santa to bring me some blocks," he said. "And maybe some of those logs... the kind Kirk and Doug have."

"Lincoln Logs?"

"Uh-huh. I could build a cabin for me and Dad."

"Mmm hmm."

"Is he going to stay with us long?"

Beth suppressed a pang of regret. "Of course," she said. "He lives here."

"Oh."

Unfortunately, when the Navy said "Jump," Lieutenant JG David Hughes would have to jump, and ask "How high?" after the fact.

"But how long is he going to stay?" Paul pressed.

"For a long time," Beth half-lied. "Now, let's play a game," she said. "Why don't you see how long you can go without asking a question. I'll time you, okay?"

He managed to last ten seconds before asking, "How long has it been?"

"Not very long," Beth said. Mildly reproachful: "And that was a question."

"Sorry."

"Try again."

He lasted twenty-two seconds.

"You're getting better," she said. "Ready to try again?"