Shared By The Soldiers by A.B. Summers

one hand on the top of Amy’s head, the other rubbing the back of her neck as he slowly pushes himself all the way in, into my wife’s mouth.
    She takes it, my Amy—all of it. And now, for one glorious moment, it is like everything is frozen. Parker’s hips are pressed against my squatting wife’s face. Both their eyes are closed tight, their bodies still, the arousal so intense that I can sense it where I sit.
    I pull furiously on my cock as I stare, and now Amy starts to move her head back and forth slowly. I can hear the sounds of her sucking, slurping, breathing hard through her nose. Parker is grunting like an animal now, his grip on her head getting tighter, his fingers grasping her long brown hair as he starts to thrust into her, thrust into her, thrust into her . . .
    . . . and he is fucking my wife in the mouth now, his grunts getting louder and wilder, and Amy’s eyes are closed tight and she is breathing hard through her nose, snorting like a horse as she sucks. There is drool pouring down the sides of her mouth as she sucks Parker, and I almost moan out loud myself when I see my Amy lower her left hand, grasp Parker’s balls for a moment before sliding her fingers down between her own spread-out thighs as she sits there on her haunches, her body rocking as Parker holds her head and fucks her harder and harder in the mouth . . .
    . . . and I push my own underwear down now, releasing my erection, and I yank on my cock harder and harder, feeling my face and neck tense up as I stare at Parker’s glistening shaft move in and out of my wife’s mouth as she fingers her cunt in that filthy squatting position.
    “Oh, baby,” I mutter as I jerk myself off harder. “Oh, shit, Amy.”
    I am close to coming, I know, and I stare at my computer screen, hoping to time it right. Images of Parker coming all over my wife’s face are invading my imagination as I grunt myself closer to orgasm. I would love to see Parker’s cum on her chin, her smooth bare chest, all over her pushed-up tits, that black bra.
    But I’d also love to watch her swallow his load, I think as I massage my balls with my left hand as I jerk myself off with all my strength with my right hand. Oh, fuck yes. Oh, come on. Come on. Come ON!
    And now Parker fucking SHOUTS and he grabs Amy’s head with both hands as his neck tenses up and his back arches. He is fucking coming, I realize as I hunch over and jerk myself off with a wild fury, my teeth rattling as I stare at Amy’s eyes go wide as she starts to gag on his hot cum. Now I feel the convulsion start up in my body as my pent-up arousal finds its way to the surface, and my ass is lifting off the chair with the force of my motion, and here it comes, here it comes, here it fucking COMES!
    —and just as I fucking EXPLODE right there, I see Amy’s head jerk back, releasing Parker’s cock, and he is still coming, and as my orgasm rips through my shaking body, I stare as if in a dream at this soldier, this Marine, shoot the last bit of his load all over the smooth white skin of my wife’s face.

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    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