Shared By The Soldiers (8 page)

21

AMY

T
he heat of Parker’s cum on my face is shocking and it takes me by surprise. I had started to swallow as he exploded in my mouth, but the force of his thrusting was too much, and the way his cock was pounding against the back of my throat made it hard to hold on even though I wanted to . . . yes, I SO wanted to hold on and swallow everything he had.

So now I have fallen backwards, down on my ass, my arms behind me to stop my fall. The smell of semen is heavy in the air, and I can feel the thick drops on my cheek, my forehead, even my lips. I am gasping for air, still coughing as I stare up at Parker as he pulls on his own cock, coaxing out the last drops of his load, every muscle on his body tensed up and clearly defined, a grimace of complete wildness on his face as he sprinkles the last white beads of his cum all over my creamy white breasts.

I watch with fascination, but soon he is done and he staggers back into the couch and sits down hard, his cock bouncing up and down, oozing semen onto the cushion as he closes his eyes and stretches his neck. His chest is heaving with the strain, and I almost smile when I realize that it was me—my hands, my mouth, my touch—that brought this magnificent Marine to a beautifully wet orgasm all over me.

I am aroused as hell now, so wet that I feel like I’ve peed my panties. I hurriedly turn to the computer screen as I struggle to my knees, my right hand already slipping into my panties, my fingers already searching for my clit, parting my slit as I anticipate Chris and I coming together as Parker recovers his vigor.

But to my disappointment Chris has already come! I completely missed it! And from the look on his face, it was a raging orgasm! I stare at the screen, feeling indignant for a moment before realizing how stupid it is for me to be upset!

Chris is smiling, panting, his cock still throbbing as it oozes a fresh droplet of his thick semen. I smile back at him, still rubbing my crotch. Chris is staring at my face, his eyes darting from my cheeks to my forehead and down to my chin, my lips, my neck. I realize he is staring at the traces of Parker’s cum on my face, and I touch the stickiness now, licking my fingers, smiling and winking, still rubbing my own pussy.

Chris is staring with fascination, with that same smile, but I know he has just come, and although I understand that he will remember this scene forever, right now I feel almost ignored when I realize that I am aroused as hell while both these men are basking in their post-orgasm haze.

I glance over at Parker hopefully as I feel a desperate longing for a man’s hands between my legs, a man’s fingers in my cunt, a man’s tongue on my clit. Yes, that’s what I want right now. I want to delay getting truly fucked for as long as I can hold out. And besides, I think as I stare at Parker’s softening cock, he clearly isn’t ready to fuck me now.

But as I get up off my knees and move over to the couch, I can see that Parker still needs some time. I know I can climb up there onto the couch, straddle him, push my crotch into his face, make him lick me, fuck me with his tongue . . . yes, I can do that.

I can do that.

I should do that.

But I won’t do that.

No, I think as I stand there in the middle of my own living room, the semen of a stranger on my face and tits, the image of my husband’s cock on the computer screen as birds sing outside my window. No, I won’t do that. Because there’s another option, and right now I’m feeling bold enough, powerful enough, safe enough to tell Chris what I want.

Because I think Chris will want it too.

So I take a deep breath, turn to the camera, and look directly into my dear husband’s eyes.

“Babe?” I say, my voice soft but confident. I reach for a tissue and start to wipe Parker’s cum off my face now as I wait for Chris to focus on me.

“Yeah, hon?” he says, smiling warmly, his satisfied eyes sparkling with mischief in a way that makes me wonder if he knows what I’m thinking, if he’s thinking what I’m thinking, if he’s ready to go that far so soon.

“If you want . . .” I say, feeling the blood rush to my face when I realize that I am still too prudish to actually say that it’s what I want even though it’s laughably clear that this is about me more than anyone else. “If you want . . .” I say again, now feeling a smile of filthy embarrassment breaking on my face, the heat from my wet pussy surging through my entire body. “If you want, you can send Jason in. Send Jason in.”

22

CHRIS

I
stare at the computer screen again for a moment, blinking as I look into Amy’s sweet brown eyes that are wild like an animal’s right now. She is standing in front of the camera, her bra and panties still on. She has wiped Parker’s cum from her face, and she is looking right at me now, her fingers sliding in and out of her slick black panties, her body tense with arousal but also relaxed and poised at the same time, with an air of confidence that makes me wonder if what she just said was a suggestion or a statement, an offer or a demand.

In our conversations over the past couple of weeks the topic of two men came up a couple of times, but only when we were both aroused and speculating about the future, about the possibilities that lay before us if this first experience went all right. Of course, we never even came close to considering two men for Amy’s first time, for OUR first time!

But there are two men in there, I think now as I feel the blood rush to my head and my cock at the same time. Why are there two men in there, Chris, I ask myself. Were you really worried that Parker, a brother soldier, a Marine who’s been involved in this lifestyle for some time, would somehow pose a threat to your Amy? Did you really send Jason in there just to stand guard, to provide protection, reassurance, safety? Or was there something else, Chris. Was there some deeper motive, a forbidden fantasy that your brain would simply NOT allow you to consider with any seriousness? At some level did you WANT things to play out this way? Did you WANT to see your Amy get taken from both ends like some Arabian whore in a prince’s harem? Fucked in the mouth, the cunt, maybe the ass?

My head is pounding now as I stare at my Amy. I feel like time has slowed down to a crawl, as if the entire universe has paused for a moment, waiting for my answer just like Amy is waiting for my answer, my approval, my blessing, my fucking green light!

My mind is racing as I feel my cock start to fill out again, stiffening against my leg as Amy keeps rubbing her crotch on the computer screen in front of me. I can literally SEE my brain making the connections, trying desperately to reverse-engineer a good reason for why my body is responding this way to the idea of Amy getting filled by two men, shared by two soldiers. I am conscious of my logic-center throwing out arguments like, “Well, in a way two men is better than one, because there’s less of a chance for any personal, emotional connection, right?” and “You’ve shared her with one soldier, and it’s no different sharing her with two. If she wants it and you want it then what’s there to even think about?”

I don’t know how long I just sit here with my thoughts, but now I see Amy smiling, nodding, her tongue darting out for a moment as she licks her dry lips. She is still looking at me, and I realize she is waiting for my answer, her arousal feeding her impatience even though she will not make a move unless I say so. Behind her I can see Parker glancing down at her ass, taking in the sight of her creamy white thighs from behind. His cock is hanging against the side of his thigh like a section of garden hose, and I can see it start to move slightly as he takes a deep breath. Parker will be ready soon, I realize. If I’m going to send Jason in, this is the time. This is the fucking time, Chris. The moment of truth. The goddamn moment of truth.

So what do you do, Solider? What do you do?

23

AMY

I
stare at the front door as it slowly opens. I heard Jason’s phone ring outside, and although I heard his deep voice, I couldn’t make out what he was saying. For a moment I worried that Jason would say no, perhaps be grossed out at the thought of sharing me with Parker, at being so close to another naked man. But my doubts are gone the moment I see that door open, the moment I see Jason’s long shadow fall across the sunlight-bathed floorboards of my wholesome American household, this proud military home.

Here he is now, and I take a sharp breath and blink as I make eye contact with Jason. There was undoubtedly some chemistry with this man when I first met him, and I have to say I am excited that he’s standing here in front of me in his crisp military uniform, shoes shining like the moon on a cloudless night, eyes widening as he glances at my exposed body, my breasts pushed up in this black bra, my panties clearly soaked, my smooth white thighs gleaming in the sunlight.

Can he smell my wetness, I wonder as I smile at him. I feel my gaze drift down towards his crotch, and I try to control myself, act decent. But then I remember what’s happening here, what we’re doing here, how all of this is with my husband’s approval, with his blessing, his encouragement even. This is real and it is good and there is nothing to feel guilty about, I tell myself. Use the little bit of chemistry you felt with Jason to bring yourself to a powerful orgasm. It’s the right thing to do, the ONLY thing to do. That’s why we’re here, all of us.

“Hi, Jason,” I say softly, my voice surprisingly steady, with no girlie-girl intonations or nervous squeaks. I can still smell Parker’s cum in my sinuses and mouth, and I take a deep breath and swallow, feeling the wetness between my legs start to flow once more as I imagine what Jason’s semen will feel like on my breasts, my stomach, perhaps the small of my back, maybe even inside my tight little asshole.

Jason smiles, blushing slightly. But he does not hesitate. Whatever Chris said to him made it quite clear that he is entering this room for one reason and one reason only.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says, his smile changing form as he steps closer to me, his gaze falling on my cleavage for a moment before descending to where my right hand is still pressed against my crotch almost unconsciously. “Thank you for inviting me in.”

His cock moves as he speaks, and I am hot now, so goddamn hot that I move forward and push my body into Jason, gasping as I feel his erection push against my throbbing mound. I am grinding against him even as he starts to kiss me, his warm tongue licking my lips before pushing its way into my mouth.

Jason’s hands are on my ass now, squeezing hard, lifting me off the ground for a moment as I grind harder into him. He pushes his hands inside my panties, parting my asscheeks with his fingers, running those fingers along my asscrack with a certainty that makes me wonder if he’s been sitting outside imagining himself with me.

Of course he has, I think as I shiver under his touch. Of course he has.

Now I am backed up against the side of that armchair that Jason had moved in front of the camera, and I rest my ass against the armrest as Jason goes down to his knees, pulling my soaked black panties down along the way, holding my leg with one hand as I step out of the rolled-up cloth. His face is buried in my cleavage, and his stubble feels rough and gritty against the smooth skin of my breasts.

Now my panties are off and Jason moves back for a moment, still on his knees. He holds my panties up, unrolling them, sniffing the moist elastic, the damp inside of the crotch area. From my left I hear Chris groan on the computer speaker, and I glance over at him for a moment, glance over at my husband.

But he isn’t looking at me, I can tell. No, he’s staring at the way Jason is sniffing my underwear like a goddamn pervert, licking my wetness like an animal, taking in my scent, my taste, my musk, my aroma. Chris is almost fully hard again even though his dick is still wet, and I stare at my husband all hunched over in front of the camera, a strange smile on his face, his cock in his hand, his balls hanging loose, and his wife . . . yes, his wife wearing nothing but a black bra, her legs slowly parting as she waits for this strange man, this soldier, this Marine, to toss aside her damp panties and move in for a taste of the real thing.

24

CHRIS

I
can almost smell her, I think as I watch Jason inhale the aroma from my wife’s soaked black panties. Oh, God, I can smell my Amy just like Jason is smelling her, taste my Amy just like Jason is tasting her. It is an insanely erotic sight to watch this Marine in his starched and pressed uniform down on his knees in front of my wife, worshiping her most private smell, her most intimate taste.

I can see Jason’s cock sticking straight out, pushing the khaki cloth out into a horizontal tent. I know those pants are tight, which means Jason’s erection is generating tremendous force right now as it strains against the cloth, pushes against the fabric, strives to find its way to my Amy.

This gives me an inexplicable feeling of pride, the sense that my wife is turning on these young hard Marines, confident men who could easily walk into any bar or club in those military duds and pick up the hottest chick in there. But no, here they are, I think as I see Parker in the background now reach down and hold his cock as he shifts on the couch to get a better view of Amy’s exposed crotch.

And it is a beautiful sight, the space between her legs, isn’t it? Oh, fuck, it is. Those gentle curls of soft brown pubic hair, those dark red lips that are thick and glistening with moisture, those tender insides of her soft, sweet thighs. Push your face in there like you want to, Jason. Push your face in there like she wants you to, like I want you to, like we ALL want you to!

Jason takes a deep final sniff of my wife’s panties and then tosses them back over his shoulder. Amy giggles, leaning back on the soft armrest of that chair, her thighs looking large all flattened out against the armrest, her mound exposed in a way I haven’t seen in a long time, perhaps never.

Now Parker has moved all the way to the edge of the couch, and he is in clear view in the background as he sits back, still holding his hardening cock, still watching as Jason hurriedly undoes his tie and unbuttons his shirt.

Jason’s eyes are fixated between my wife’s legs, and now his shirt is off and he is in his tight white undershirt, his pectorals looking huge in profile. I can see Amy take a deep breath as she glances down at his body, and her arousal pleases me in a way that is surprising.

But there is no time for me to sit back and analyze my own feelings, because Jason is licking my wife’s spread-out thighs now, his hands massaging her thick white calves as Amy moans and adjusts her ass on the cushion.

Jason’s face is getting closer now, and I can see my Amy’s hips moving as she anticipates the moment his hot tongue finds its way into her secret folds that are now clearly on display, the dark red lips already puffy and opened up, revealing the pink wetness beneath.

The scene is erotic and transfixing, but it is taking too long and I am very hard again. So once again surprising myself with my own boldness, I lean into the microphone and bark out an order.

“Taste her, Soldier,” I say. “Put your tongue into her and taste her. Taste my wife.”