Shared By The Soldiers (12 page)

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CHRIS

I
stagger back from the table now, my cock twitching in my hand. My arm muscles are burning with the effort, and I can feel drool pouring out of my mouth. I stumble against the chair and somehow manage to sit down without falling, and when I look back at the screen, I realize I have blasted my load all over my fucking laptop and webcam.

And now I just let go of my cock and start to laugh. There are tears streaming down my face, and I cannot tell if I am laughing or crying, shouting or whispering, alive or dead. Everything seems so goddamn surreal, so fucking insane, so freaking ridiculous that I just cover my face and let my body convulse its way to the end of my climax, which is somehow still going, my dick throbbing and flexing on its own as I shiver and groan like a child.

Finally I stare at the computer screen again, and smile when I see the mass of intermingled arms and legs, boobs and cocks, tits and torsos all together on that armchair in front of the camera. They are all quiet and breathing, laughing a little, cursing in astonishment now. Amy’s face is bright red as she struggles to push her head up and look at me, and I smile and wave when I see those baby brown eyes, that sweet face, that cute nose.

“Hi, baby,” I whisper, still waving with my cum-soaked hand.

“Hi, my love,” she whispers back, tears welling up in her eyes as she takes her hand off Parker’s cock and waves. “Hurry home, Soldier. I miss you.”

35

AMY

“I
miss you.”

Those were the last words I said to Chris today before turning in for the night. The sun is long gone, and it has been a day to end all days.

The two Marines stayed with me for as long as it seemed polite, and then they put their military blues and browns back on, buckled their belts, tied their ties, and left the way they came—well pressed and standing straight, albeit with a lingering smell of semen and pussy-juice to accompany them on their ride home.

As for me, I didn’t shower for hours after that. Chris and I stayed and chatted with each other, both of us naked. We talked about all kinds of things—stuff completely unrelated to what just went down. It was so cool, so relaxed, so wonderful. I knew this would change our marriage, but I had no idea it would feel this different so quick. It is like some previously unknown barrier has been taken away, laying both of us bare and exposed, vulnerable and open, and as a result completely united, supremely bonded, incredibly in love.

Which is why, as I turn off the lights and place my weary head down on my cool white sheets, I cannot wait for Chris to get back. I cannot wait for him to actually be in the room the next time. The next time this happens. The next time Chris chooses to share me . . .

. . . share me with his soldiers.

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