I stood in formation in the hot, stuffy gymnasium: at ease, but hard as hell. The third local official of the day was basically reiterating everything the previous two had said: how proud everyone was of us, that we'd done good work, etcetera, etcetera. I knew I shouldn't feel so fucking ready to get the fuck out of there, but I'd just spent the last thirteen months, seven weeks and four days, thousands and thousands of miles away from the woman of my dreams. We'd only been married seven months when word came down that my guard unit was going over to add its support to the effort. Now, finally, that term was up, and while getting the royal treatment from the elected mucky-mucks was great, the royal treatment I wanted was from the brunette in the fifth row, just off to my left.
I was pretty sure a few of the other guys were in a similar state as me, because one of the topics of conversation while we were over there was how much we missed our wives, girlfriends, women-in-general... Sure, there were women over there, both on our side and locals, but it didn't seem a good idea to try to make moves on any of them. For one, I was already married to a woman I was head-over-heels for, and mixing it up with *anyone* over there was just asking for any of a million-and-one brands of major shit, and a starring spot on the evening news.
The sexual tension in the room was almost thick enough to see, and there was the distinct incense of aroused pussy wafting heavy in the air. Apparently those of us being honored weren't the only ones who'd been saving up.
Finally, the last speaker had spoken his last, and the CO barked, "Dismissed!"
I can't imagine how it was for the guys in WWII, being gone from loved ones for so long. Today's technology made it much easier to get word back and forth, but it still seemed like fucking forever.
Families surged out of the stands to meet their loved ones, and soldiers swarmed toward the stands to meet them.
I had tunnel vision, and the light at the end of it had shiny dark hair and matching eyes, and wore a short denim skirt and a white T-shirt.
I met her at the base of the bleachers, and she jumped from the second row into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist and we kissed like it was the last thing we'd ever do. All time stopped, all outside sound went away. There was nothing for me but the feel of this woman's body clutching mine, the only sound the frantic noise of our breathing. When we finally came up for air, Lynne panted, "Fuck me. Right here. I don't care."
My hard-on bumped up against her ass from inside my trousers in response, and I felt a ripple of even more intense arousal course through my body. Without putting Lynne down, I walked with her still wrapped around me out of the gym, looking for a convenient place to reacquaint ourselves. The first door I came to was for the boys' locker room. I pushed the door open with my foot and went in.
Row upon row of lockers stretched out before me. Hoping for at least a little privacy, I carried Lynne back to the toilet stalls. There was already a couple in one of them, doing just what we were preparing to do. I could see the top of a blond head over the partition, bouncing to the enthusiasm of the fucking going on.
I carried Lynne into the stall next to the couple and pushed her against the wall next to our neighbors, putting the women back to back. I then hiked up her skirt, pulled aside the gusset of her panties and rammed myself home.
Almost immediately, we were both panting, grunting and moaning. My buddy on the other side of the partition and I synched up our thrusts so we didn't push the fucking wall over. Subsequently, our ladies' heads bobbed up and down perfectly together. Soon the whole locker room was filled with the moans and grunts of four desperately horny people.
Just as it sounded like the four of us might cum together, there was a pounding on the stall doors.
"C'mon, you guys. This is a school, for Christ's sake. Take it somwhere else."
I knew that voice. The guy in the other stall knew it, too. The tone was friendly, but the last thing we wanted to do was make it mad.
I could hear the guy on the other side of the partition getting himself back in order, same as I was doing. Lynne was being remarkably calm about the whole thing and I watched as she stepped out of her powder blue thong and hung it on the peg on the back of the stall door. Some kid was going to get a hell of a souvenir the next day.
Lynne and I hurried out of the locker room and to the parking lot, where we leaped into the car and headed for home.
While I drove, Lynne pulled her skirt up over her hips and sat her bare ass down on the seat. She then spread her legs as wide as she could. There hadn't been time to inspect earlier, but now I discovered: she'd shaved her pussy bare! I wanted to just look at the gorgeous sight, but a quick glance back to the road told me I better pay attention, as I swerved to avoid taking a parked car's door off.
Lynne, for all her frenzy earlier, was being extremely controlled, and started teasing me with words.
"Shawn, do you have any idea how many sets of batteries I've used up, or the number of vibrators I've worn out? I bought a couple of dildos while you were gone, I even tried cucumbers and zucchini, but none of them satisfied me as well as that few minutes just now.
"Do you like my pussy? I shaved it just for you. I think it looks pretty this way. There's certainly nothing left to the imagination, is there? I hope you like it. You wouldn't believe how much more sensitive it is this way. God, when you were slamming into me, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.
"Did you like fucking me with your buddy fucking his girl on the other side of the wall? Was that hot? Damn, I wish we could have been back-to-back, me and his girl, without the wall between us, you boys fucking us both together.
"I've been spending some time on the internet, chatting with other wives and girlfriends of servicemen overseas. You wouldn't believe how raunchy some of those girls can be. It's scandalous, but it got me wet as hell, talking with them. I got some good advice, and there were some suggestions I'd like to try. I think you'll like it."
I looked over to the passenger seat and discovered why Lynne's voice got huskier as she talked. She was rubbing her bare pussy as she was telling me all this! The smell of her filled the car, and now that I listened for it, I could hear quiet slurps and squishes while she masturbated her soaking cunt.
I was glad she didn't try to give me head while I drove, because I *knew* we'd have ended up mashed into the back of a parked car or wrapped around a tree. As it was, I was so dizzy from her words, the smell of her arousal, the knowledge of what she was doing not three feet from me, and anticipation of what we were going to do when we got home, that I damn near missed the driveway.
Pulling in to the garage, I hopped out of the car, raced to the passenger side, and helped Lynne out. To my delight, she didn't bother pulling down her skirt and I drew her in close and kissed her once again, my hands homing in on her naked ass. We stood there in the garage - my hands on her butt - for a long time, just kissing. Then I picked her off the floor and laid her back over the hood of the car. I then dropped my trousers and once again plunged in deep. I started fucking her madly, our coitus interruptus earlier and all her narration on the way home spurring me on.
It only took a few crazed pumps before I was spilling my seed into her pussy with a relieved yell.
Looking up from Lynne's oozing pussy, I noticed I hadn't closed the garage door, and the quick, brutal fucking of my wife had been witnessed by old man MacPherson and his golden retriever. Old Mac didn't seem upset or aanything, instead there was a twinkle in his eyes and he gave me a thumbs up. "Reminds me of when I returned home from Korea," he called out, then continued on his way.
As I watched MacPherson leave, I picked my wife up off the car and headed for the house.
Inside, I put Lynne down and stripped out of my clothes in no time at all. When I looked up, Lynne was already nude. God, she looked fabulous! She held out her hand and led me to the living room couch, where she laid back and breathed, "Let me taste you."
Well, I was on top of her immediately. My cock disappeared down her throat, and I situated myself so I could eat her pussy. Suddenly, I remembered I'd just cum inside her. Then I shrugged inwardly. I was too fucking horny to care. I buried my face in Lynne's musky cunt and started licking. I tasted my cum as I enjoyed her, but it didn't matter. I think the kinkiness of what I was doing just made Lynne take it out on my cock.
Lynne was working my cock like she hadn't had any for... well... a year. Of course, I was going at her pussy the same way, so there were no complaints from either side.
Before long, Lynne was thrashing around on my face, and fortunately, she took my cock out of her mouth so as not to accidentally injure me while she came. She literally flooded my mouth with her cum, and more of mine oozed out at the same time. I just kept my tongue going, not wanting to lose any more contact with her than I had already.
Finally, Lynne pushed me off, so I stood and helped her up. Once again, we locked into a tight embrace, our mouths hungrily welded together. When we pulled away, Lynne whispered, "You taste like cum."
I replied, "So do you."
She then breathed, "I want more."
We got as far as the dining room when Lynne pushed me into a chair, then knelt at my feet and took my cock in her mouth again. I was so lost in my sexual haze that I barely noticed her finger wiggling around below my balls, trying to work its way between my ass cheeks. A part of me screamed for her to stop, that I wasn't interested in such things, while the 'hey-who-cares-if-it-feels-good' side out-shouted it. Besides, it was my wife, the most beautiful, sexy woman I'd ever known. Whatever she wanted to do, I was ready to try.
Once this thought crossed my mind, Lynne stood up and straddled my lap, aiming my cock at her soft, moist pussy. Again, we fucked. This time, I let her set the pace. It'd been quite a while since we'd screwed this way. I loved the feeling of Lynne's cunt sliding up and back on my cock, rather than my cock sliding in and out (although that's damn good, too!).
Lynne ground down on my cock over and over again, and I could feel my orgasm approach once more. I leaned in to suck on her nipples while she fucked me and received a moan in response. The rougher I treated her nipples, the louder she moaned. When I bit down on first one, then the other, she started to cum. Her pussy clenched my cock while she orgasmed, alternately gripping and releasing it. That control was one of many things I really enjoyed about sex with this woman.
After a couple minutes, her orgasm subsided, and she slumped onto my shoulder, my cock still buried deep.
Suddenly, she popped up, slid her hips up and back once, then looked me in the eye.
"Remember I told you I'd been speaking to other army wives while you were gone?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You wanna know what some of them like to do?"
My cock twitched. "Sure."
Lynne's smile got wider. "Come with me."
Following her to the bedroom, she motioned me to the bed. Lynne then snuggled up next to me. "Do you trust me?"
This seemed like kind of an odd question, but I answered, "Sure I do."
She grinned. "Close your eyes and put your hands together, then put them over your head."
I did as she told me, and heard her get off the bed and fumble for something. Next, I felt something loop over my wrists, then pull on them a little bit.
"What are you..."
"Hush. You're okay. Just trust me. Keep your eyes closed."
When she left the bed again, I expected the worst. I'd read enough stories online before I deployed, I half expected to open my eyes and see her standing there wearing a huge strap-on dildo.
Fortunately, when I was told to open my eyes, what I saw made my cock throb.
Lynne had changed into a sexy corset that left her tits out to play with, and she'd put on stockings that clipped onto the corset. She looked fucking fabulous, but I wondered why I was tied down.
Lynne sensed my question. She smiled and told me, "This is something else I learned from some of those army wives. Just relax and go with it."
I certainly wasn't going to argue when she engulfed my entire cock down her throat in a single gulp. Where she learned this, I had no idea. She sure hadn't been idle while she waited for me to get home. I sort of wondered what she'd practiced on, but had no question of her fidelity. She'd obviously practiced on *something*, and I was the lucky recipient of that practice.
She was driving me nuts. If I'd been free, I'd have turned her over and fucked the daylights out of her by now. I was ready again really quickly due to the incredible talent she was displaying, and told her I was going to cum soon.
Hearing this announcement, Lynne stopped sucking. "Not yet. There's one more biggie that I want to try. Close your eyes again."
I obeyed and felt her get off the bed once more. I heard a bottle being opened, and felt Lynne's hand smearing lube of some kind on my cock. Next, she straddled my hips and I felt the head of my cock bump something far more resistant than her pussy. Risking a peek, I opened my eyes just a little and was treated to the sight of Lynne's back, her ass pressed against my cock head.
If my hands had been free, I'd have held onto Lynne's hips. As it was, I was helpless to do more than watch as she slowly lowered herself till the head popped past her tight ring. When it did, a low hiss escaped her lips, followed by a quiet moan. The most difficult part done, she started to let herself slide down my shaft, her ass swallowing me bit by bit.
When she sat firmly on my hips, she moaned again, my entire length in a hole we'd only talked about using before.
"Nice view?" She knew I'd been looking. I didn't care. "I've been practicing for months. I found a dildo that was about your size and have been working with it little by little. You can't imagine how good this feels."
I was almost beyond words, but I had to respond. "Maybe not, but you have no idea how good it feels for me, either. Or looks, for that matter.
"I still don't really understand why I'm tied up, though."
Lynne shifted her weight a little. "You, my sexy boy, are tied up so that I can take this at my own pace. If you were free, you'd want to take over, but until I'm used to this, I can't have that. If this works out right, I think we'll both want to do this again, but if it's no good for me, this is it."
She had me there. If my hands were free, I sure *would* have tried to take the reins and most likely would have screwed this up for both of us. Having never tried anything up the back door, I had no idea how easy or difficult a time Lynne was having. Besides, to be honest, it was kind of fun letting Lynne take the lead for a change, especially if it meant *this* kind of action!
"Okay. I'll shut up about being tied. Take your time. I'm in no rush. This feels too damn good for it to end too soon."
Lynne again wiggled her ass on my cock, and I felt her sink a fraction lower. Her bottom gripped and released its hold on my shaft, and she continued moving around in little bits, apparently getting used to the feeling of being filled back there.
After a couple minutes of such adjustments, she must have decided she was ready, and started to slowly move in a manner more like fucking.
It was mind-blowing to see my cock slide out of Lynne's ass, then get swallowed right back into it. On the down strokes, she tightened her muscles, so her butt gripped my hard-on all the way till it was buried once more. I could only imagine what this felt like before now. Imagination didn't hold a candle to the real thing.
I was glad Lynne was taking her time, because this was too phenomenal for it to end too quickly. However, all good things must end, and I felt my orgasm build until it overwhelmed me.
I shot my load into Lynne's beautiful butt, an orgasm that had me shaking and yelling. I held nothing back, and emptied everything I had into my wife's glorious bottom.
Lynne hadn't cum yet, even though I was sure she'd been masturbating as she fucked me. As I regained my breath, she wiggled her butt at me, saying, "My turn now."
She fucked with a little more vigor, although she still wasn't extremely enthusiastic about it. I think she was still getting used to having her ass stretched. She started riding me more energetically, though, and I could see her arm working frantically at her clit.
Before long, Lynne stiffened, then her body pulsed in orgasm, while a scream tore from her lips and her ass grabbed my cock tight. Slowly, she relaxed, until she finally came to a total stop on my wilting cock.
Then, as deliberately as she first descended, she rose up off me, my cock popping out of her wetly. Like a rag doll, Lynne collapsed beside me, one arm flopping across my chest.
"Oh, my god," she gasped. "I had no idea. That was amazing!"
I turned onto my side and propped myself up on one elbow. "You can sure say that again. So, is that the only time we'll be doing that?"
Lynne turned to me. Her face was flushed and shone with sweat. "Oh, no. That's a repeater for sure. I don't know if it's going to be a *regular* thing, but it's definitely something you can look forward to on occasion."
I caressed her face. "I love you."
She smiled tiredly. "I love you, too. Welcome home."