Shared By The Soldiers by A.B. Summers Page A

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.”

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    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