4 comments/ 49800 views/ 9 favorites The Army Wife By: battleaxe_babe Disclaimer: this story does not only contain F/F sex but M/F/F as well. It was raining, as for any good story starting, and the iron disk weighing on my back made me feel pins and needles in my arms as I pushed just another push-up, just another, just another ... the noise of the rain pouring on the old glass roof made it sound like a battle. I moved my foot slightly to balance better, and to avoid letting the disk fall off my shoulders, lost a second, regained it with a quicker push-up. Done, I felt the disk being lifted off my shoulder and I rolled on my back, starting with sit-ups. A new girl on the other side of the gym was grunting while lifting her barbell and a woman was standing at the door. I watched the timer, one minute left, and increased speed pushing as many sit-ups as possible in the little time left. Sitting up I noticed someone standing at the door, but there were always people there, watching. Pushed another, another, another, time is up! A yell almost covered the buzz of the timer. I laid with my back against the floor, panting, feeling the pain and tingling fading in my muscles. "Well done," said the woman who yelled, my co-worker, and another trainer, while turning to put the iron plate back on the rack. "Are you going home before the afternoon class?" "No, staying," I said as I rolled on my side and started to get up. There was no way I wanted to go home during the lunch break, had it been left to me I'd have spent the rest of my days at the gym. Shortly after marrying a soldier I was seen doing military based training in the gym and was offered the opportunity to organize classes for military wives and other civilians who lived within the base. I did not waste that chance and took over the job; in just a few months we were running several different classes and a few other trainers had joined the team. Then the need to gain an upper level certification arose and that was all in my mind, together with what I'd have gladly avoided thinking of. As I stood up I identified the woman at the door as she smiled at me. I knew my shorts were not covering my legs enough and her eyes were enjoying a view of my thighs; I had also lost weight in the last times and there was no hiding of my quadriceps. I walked past her heading to the changing rooms and she followed me. "Are you up for a steak at my place?" she asked behind my shoulder. No, I did not mean to, I turned on my heels and stared at her, she was appealing indeed, but ... "It's high protein, you have no excuses." That made me smile, all excuses were good. "Come on, you haven't had any fun in the last months," she said with a smirk. "You can't train all the time." I nodded, not too sure of what I was doing but knowing that was not just a steak, but I nodded. The woman smiled like she had just won the lottery, then she turned on her heels and walked away. I noticed her perfect round butt wiggling under her jeans; I had always had an eye for bits flickering under clothes. I was a good wife but our sex life was spicy and we were more open than the typical couple. A minute later, under the shower, I thought of hope washing away. No, Lewis wouldn't be back, but for me it was like being stuck in a limbo. He went missing in Afghanistan several months before, after his squad had been attacked by the Taliban. Some of the bodies had been recovered, a few just disappeared. The Army still had not given me any certain information and he could still have been alive, somewhere. My hand massaged my sore muscles, stopping at the hips, enjoying the feeling of my hip bone against the skin, then slipping down to the well-trimmed raven colored bush. I took the showerhead and directed the water on my nipples, moving it closer and away from my skin it almost resembled some human hand, or tongue maybe. Then I moved it down, with my legs spread, standing in the shower I directed the spray of water to my crotch, targeting my clit. I opened the water at the max available and moved the showerhead around, a hundred thin water jets excited my senses. A finger slipped into the wet opening. I finger fucked myself furiously, as if I hadn't been touched in a year. I moaned, gladly there wasn't anyone else in the changing room. I laid against the cold tiles on the wall when my legs started shaking into an orgasm, feeling like fainting, the heat in my cunt exploded and I finally came spreading my juices on my fingers. The water splashed in the shower washing away the proof of my lone pleasure. The office was a quiet shelter, off the gym and away from barbells crashing on the floor. It was the perfect place to design workouts and classes. That office had witnessed so many lone working nights preparing events ... especially in the small hours following closure, when I would have a cup of tea and tune out, switching my attention away from the gym for a few minutes, to enjoy a sexy letter found in the mail. Promises of things that would take place when Lewis would be back, invented scenarios that became real so many times, so much fantasy flowing. And at his words, tickling my mind as well as my excitement, my fingers would run along my hip bone and down to the moist softness of my inner lips. I would finger fuck my cunt spreading juices all over my underwear and after a body shacking orgasm I'd lick my fingers while wondering what words to use to tell my deployed half what results his letters obtained. Sometimes I would record a video of my fingers moving frantically on my clit, a cheap present just for him, which would have loved it more than any expensive treat. I could remember one time when one of his letters promised some different fun, I just did not know how much different. I remember welcoming him at the airport, then just an hour later I was bent over the counter top in our kitchen, grabbing the edges with my fingers, taking his deep blows as he notified me there would be a surprise for the evening. I did not expect that surprise when I found a brunette at the door. What a perfect body, boobs round like grapefruits, with pointy nipples in the middle, sweet and soft as whipped cream; soon I was fondling her breasts, my fingers dipping in her soft skin. Loud moans lifting from her lips, the girl laying under me and Lewis eating my pussy from behind. When we switched position she sat on Lewis's face, which got busy licking her pussy for good and I rode his cock; on top I kissed the young lady hard and passionately. I loved to hear Lewis's moans, barely getting glimpses of his face covered by her sexy juices. In a matter of a few minutes she was tied, her wrists fastened to the top of the bed and her legs open spread to reveal a pink moist pussy. My tongue was tracing a line between her pussy lips, exploring every fold of skin to reach the round tip of her clit already begging for relief. I could feel her body shivering under mine. I moved up to give her a deep kiss, but first stopped to bite her nipples, to get her ready for more pain. She screamed and I saw lust in her eyes. What a great choice that naughty girl was, just perfect for the fantasy we had built during so many months away from each others. We had never used that strap on, one end was made to fit into my pussy, and it did rather easily on my wetness. The other end poked roughly to her pussy and I pushed it up with my weight. Did she say she wanted to be used? Then that was what we were there for ... The plastic cock spread her open and I moved my hips quickly, hers lifting at every blow. I loved to hear her moans as well feeling the plastic cock thrusting in my pussy. I went faster, seeking my own relief, our juices mixing and spreading on our thighs. I felt Lewis behind me, his cock poking at my ass, forcefully spreading it to welcome his hot cock. Wet and impaled, I moved back and took the strap on away from the girl. She looked at me surprised; I smiled lightly and moved the plastic tip on her ass. She gave me a naughty look as she felt it touching her puckered hole. It penetrated deep with a suction noise; the girl arched her back and pulled at her restraints, pain or pleasure? I moved together with Lewis, pumping her ass together with his blows in mine. I closed my eyes. It was continuous pleasure; I was coming over and over, pumping her ass so hard and being spread open in both my holes. Lewis grabbed my hips and started to fuck my ass furiously, I was moaning wildly and I could feel the girl pulling at her restraints, begging for relief, her eyes closed in blissful pleasure. He came in my ass, spreading semen all over my butt cheeks, the girl and I came together and I fell on her. What nice memories. Almost 8 PM, I switched off the laptop and stood up to leave the office and the gym, greeted everyone and went out. It had stopped raining and the air was fresh and humid, feeling cold on my face. I wrapped up in my jacket and headed down the road at the dim light of street lamps glowing in the light fog. My mind was empty, actually so full I was unable to grasp any particular issue then it felt almost empty. I was going to a date, but I was a married woman. Or I was a widow; That word made me shiver unpleasantly. I was in a limbo between wife and widow, with no prospects to see my husband again in the near future, should I held back or let go ...? I found myself in front of my date's door before I could find an answer, one I wouldn't have found even if she had lived miles away. The door opened at my first knock and I stepped in to a warmer place than the outside fog. Whatever was going to happen that night would be limited to that night only; I had been alone so long I craved relief, and I may have had it that night. I had already had enough heavy stones weighing up in my mind and they did not take me anywhere. The simple two rooms apartment was tidy and well lighted; there was a big bowl of mixed salad on the table prepared for two. I smiled at how she seemed to have done all that was possible to fit into my strict diet and noticed she caught my smile. "Wine?" she asked, I nodded and took the glass, grazing on the almonds resting in a bowl on the table. She turned and started grilling the steak. My eyes rested on her back, now wrapped in a stretchy T-shirt and fresh jeans. I couldn't have told she was not a civilian if not for the short haircut. Her ass was a magnificent view, round and toned; I felt like slipping my hand under those tight jeans and taking a hold of those perfect globes. Sipping my wine and entertaining into some small talk I fantasized on putting my hands on those breasts once again, maybe while my mouth worked around her nipples. Her waist seemed to be made just to be grabbed, I remembered. When the fat sizzling on the grill was loud enough I stood up and walked to her, as if I couldn't be heard, and casually resting against her side I asked if there was anything I could do to help. I knew she loved the contact. The tank top I used to wear while at the gym hid little or nothing of my breasts, so it was for hers. I noticed her eyes following the line of my nipples pointing out and visible under the clothes. I nibbled at my food; the steak was delicious, rare cooked, with reddish juices flowing in the dish at every cut, and the salad was so refreshing. I played with my food as the conversation went on. Now the wine was getting to my head and I smiled at my host. On the last bite the decision was taken, my wedding band slipped off my finger and went right in my bag, for a whole night there would be no past. She had noticed my move, which she followed with interest. "Does it mean I can consider you free to ...?" she asked. "Yes, I want you just another time." I stood up and her arms closed around my waist pulling me against her body and stopping the thoughts flowing in my mind. I felt her soft body against mine, smooth and soft like velvet. I loved her skin, her mouth so hot, licking my lips inside and outside, dipping in my mouth with passion. My lips slipped down to her neck, her hands grasping to my shoulders. I started playing with her skin, pulling it lightly, licking. My hands explored her back, finally grasping her firm, round butt. My tank top was pulled over my head quickly, exposing my small breasts. I drew her face on my nipples. Soft and warm, her tongue ran circles on my nipples, targeting the tip, sending thrills of pleasure and anticipation down my spine. A moan escaped my lips, adding to our excitement. Her hands bustled to grab my pants, pulled down revealing inch after inch of skin. I stepped off them and our eyes clung as I knelt to open the zip of her jeans. I could feel the heat of her skin burning under her pants. With a smile, always looking right into her hungry eyes, I pulled down her pants and sexy black panties. I knelt to breathe her scent, my nose so close to her crotch. I inhaled her female scent, hugged her hips and dipped my nose in her hairy bush. My tongue wandered in her hair seeking her sweet clit. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her to sit on the kitchen island, she laid down exposing her beautiful body. I dipped my face in her crotch. Her breasts, her neck, I eagerly kissed every inch of her skin, inhaling her womanly scent, enjoying her soft skin against mine, just as smooth. I buried my tongue in her pussy, he gasped and grabbed my hair. She tasted salty, delicious. I raised my head to see her thrown back, her eyes closed and droplets of sweat condensing on her skin. I followed one as it sprouted on her chest and falling down her breast and leaving a line of tiny droplets as it fell off, barely touching a nipple. My tongue swirled around her labia, teeth pulling at her hair, sucking her clit so hard, alternating sucking and licking, blowing my cold breath on her wet skin, I climbed on the kitchen island on all fours. Straddling her face, feeling her mouth caressing my thighs, blowing hot breath on my skin, her hands crawled behind my hips to grab them and hold my pussy steadily on her mouth. I moaned loud when her nose probed my well-trimmed bush of dark hair and my hands grabbed her head to drive her where she was most needed. Her tongue circled around my lips, around my clit, tracing wide circles, slowly closing towards the center and opening again, broken only by short, soft licks. Her clit was red and showing up swollen; she hadn't come yet, her pussy lips open, wet, of that dark brown color that seemed like chocolate. I dipped my tongue in her pussy one more time, felt her body tremble and sucked her hard, getting closer to my own climax. Both of us shuddered in pleasure, moaning our bliss loud, holding tight we came on each others, juices spreading everywhere. We fucked again that night, or maybe we made love. We did it again on the kitchen table, the shower and on the sofa, not to forget, the floor. We swirled our tongues and climaxed technically on every suitable surface. When I woke up we were on the floor, I felt sore and content, like I couldn't have another orgasm for weeks. The table looked impressive from the floor and I felt out of place, like a teen that got drunk at friends'. My lover was sleeping curled in a ball; I stepped up, stared at her buttocks. They made a sexy, perfect curve, very inviting. The blanket we had put on the floor the night before was folded to cover her and I stepped away to get a coffee and maybe find my underwear. A red light on a chair attracted my attention, a missed call on my cell phone and a message left. Good, that was the gym for sure. I found my clothes before to listen to the message. "Mrs. Taylor, this is Major White, I apologize for calling so late but you should be informed. We believe we have found your husband alive on the mountains not far from the border. I can assure you we are ..." My eyes rested on the girl I shared so much pleasure with that night; I wore my ring and headed out, she knew where to find me. The Army Wife Ch. 02 This story is copyrighted ©, all rights reserved. If you wish to use it please contact the author. * Drop by drop, the olive oil spread on the pan, its deep yellow color hiding on the black surface. The flame under the pan rose higher and soon after a garlic clove fell into the oil, tiny bubbles of air started forming at the edges. They would come to the surface, plop and disappear one after the other, moving the garlic clove with their rhythm. My thoughts fell into the pan, sinking in the oil until a passing bubble caught them up and brought them to fade on the surface. The garlic clove sizzling around kept stirring my thoughts, taking the worries one by one and bringing them up to the surface, to fade with a bubble. The gym and its barbells clanking to the floor were a distant thought, so were the drops of sweat on my forehead as I would engage in the hardest workout to keep worries away from my mind. I could hear water splashing in the shower, the very reassuring sign that he was back and all was over. My girl friend was at the gym last time I had been there, I saw her training. Well-muscled shoulders pushing a heavy ball to the wall, what a sight! Her thighs squatting as she caught the ball and pushed it back up. I loved the scent I found between them, especially when they closed around my head. It was like finding my perfect nest, to stay. We had met again after that time and she was armed with a strap on, I was the very delighted victim then. Kneeling in front of another woman to suck her strap on, looking up and staring at the excited look on her face was one of the most arousing things I had ever done. Feeling the scent of her pussy so close, yet sucking a cock. My pussy was so wet she didn't have to fuss much around before grabbing my hips and starting to fuck like mad. I loved the blind fury, the yells, the screams, it was like breaking a wild horse and yes, after three orgasms I was a better person indeed. We laid spent on the floor as she whispered to my ear that she wanted to try it on too. Prawns fell in the oil one by one, curling their tails as they cooked through, a fishy scent expanding through the kitchen. I fried them briefly, taking them off the oil as soon as they became golden, bubbles still dancing on the crust as I fished each prawn out of the pan. Lewis knew, one of the things that kept him in life too was wondering what naughtiness his wife could have been doing back home. "Fantasizing can save your life, did you know?" My eyes caressed the last prawn in the oil; who knows if they had the chance for any naughtiness there with their captors too. I hadn't asked but no, probably not. The load he shot in my mouth in that first blow job at the little break we took from the hospital rules could be considered a proof. Rules, yes there are rules, and where there's a rule there's a rule breaker. The nurses must have forgotten about me, they were all chatting and chuckling in their office and the ward was quiet. I had entered the ward genuinely as a visitor, just probably forgotten it was late and the nurses seemed to have forgotten about me as well. Sitting on the hard visitors' chair, I shifted position, Lewis smiled. "The bed is better than the chair." "The nurses would have to kick me out in the morning." I paused. "I want you, as if nothing happened." I stopped thinking. "Just want you back, as normal." "Come here." I fell in his arms, hugging him. His touch was always comforting, whatever the situation. I knew I could trust him, whether it was a wild and odd sex experiment or a plain hug, I knew I could trust Lewis. As odd as it could sound, we were in love like two teens. In the dim light I could see the other two guys in the room were asleep, one facing the window, at the opposite side than Lewis's bed and one on his back, snoring. "I want you," I whispered at Lewis's ear inhaling his male scent. Some hospital smell came to my nostrils; I inhaled more and licked his ear lobe. His hand slipped down to my butt. I could feel his hand trying to reach the bottom of my skirt, lifting it enough to slip under and finally feel my skin. There was a bulge, visible through the bed sheets, and my hand landed just there. Beautiful, long hard cock, no plastic toy could ever compare. Even through the bed sheets there was no comparison and I wanted it. My mouth got busy on his, if he still had not understood there was no return, he would understand it soon. My tongue explored his mouth, craving touch, a passionate kiss and a swirl of tongues. He lifted the skirt to my waist and his hands fondled my butt cheeks. I was holding back hard to not let out a moan, to not wake the other patients. The bed sheets flew to his feet; how glad I was for hospital gowns, so easy for the doctors, just perfect for the patients' wives! Shifting my weight back and moving to his cock I knelt between his legs. My hands were finally on his manhood, long craved. He was so hard, a hot rod in my mouth, nothing could have been better. I went quickly up and down with my mouth, smoothing his cock on my tongue. Swirled it around the tip, then down to the base. Stroking him I took a ball in my mouth. Sucked it, the wrinkled, thin skin felt great in my mouth. I took the other in my mouth as well, always stroking his cock, enjoying the feeling of the engorged veins under my fingers. I raised my head for a moment, his head was thrown back, and eyes closed in bliss that was perfection. I returned on his cock, welcomed it again in my mouth. With one hand I cupped his balls and rolled them between my fingers, I could feel his insides moving, his butt cheeks were clenching, trying to hold back. We both had craved this time far too long, release was needed. The scent of man finally covered the hospital smell and I could taste precum drizzling from his cock. Salty, slightly acidic taste, Lewis wiggled under my hands, his cock spurting semen in my mouth. I swallowed all and waited to be laying spent in bed, then I crawled back up to him and kissed him hard. "Yes, that's the wife I know," he said in between kissed. "Nurses said not to sit on the patient's bed. They didn't say I couldn't suck him," I replied in a smile. Lewis emerged from the shower, wearing a t-shirt and little more. Dinner was ready on the table; he sat and poured some wine in my glass, then his. With the glass in my hands I smiled at him, sipping wine slowly. He stared at me. "I have missed your cooking. And you look amazing." He munched on a prawn. "I'm not wearing anything special." "Don't blame me if your nothing special is so damn hot." I laughed. Excitement and passion could be read in his eyes. Our plans for the evening were the result of our dreams in the long months been apart. His fingers caressed my chin, he drew me in a kiss, slowly bit my upper lip. I could taste the wine still on his tongue as mine explored his mouth, being equally returned. "And now my present," he whispered. One moment later we were in the bedroom; I stood up and pulled the shirt off my body. Arms joined in a stretch, muscles darting under the skin. Lewis called me closer, sitting on the bed he hugged my waist, dipped his face between my breasts and his hands raised to caress my shoulders. "A strong hot woman, what else could a warrior wish for?" He started biting the skin around my navel, moving up. Biting and licking he found his way to my breast. How I loved my breast being fondled, my fingers ran on his head, keeping him steadily where I wanted his mouth to be. My nipples were hard, so was the tiny bush of dark hair I saved from shaving, vibrant and ready. We kissed long and hard, our tongues playing, raising the excitement further. "Come closer." I sat in his lap, facing him and his very hard cock pointing up. My hand was attracted to his chest, he was there, solid and hot; the hand moved down to his cock, grasped it and gave it a few good strokes. It reacted by getting even harder. What a wonderful sight, blue veins pulsating through the skin, the red smooth tip glistening precum already. I hugged him hard and bit his neck. The feeling of his manhood against my abdomen was so exciting, lifting myself up, holding his shoulders as his cock found its way to my wetness. It slipped in smoothly, helped by the juices dripping from my cunt. I hugged him even harder, slowly rocking my hips against his. With a hand on my bottom Lewis guided our movements. That feeling of fullness, accomplishment, was the best reward of all. We kissed, bit and licked each other's necks, caressing our backs and thrusting harder against each other. I was feeling so hot; I laid back, showing him my body. Two full breasts dancing with each blow, all for his hands and eyes to enjoy. "Yessss!!" I screamed when Lewis' hands fondled my breasts; the neighbors too needed to know he was back. His hands traced the line between my boobs and pinched my nipples, naughty one. Pushing myself uprightI kissed him hard, could feel him breathing harder, getting close to coming. We rocked hard, moaning louder, we came together. Spilling our juices, melting them on clean linens, it was like an explosion, as if all the colors in the world were in our room that moment. Our bodies shook as a wave of pleasure took a hold of them; my fingernails left red marks on his back where I grasped to him. My neck too showed some red marks, where his teeth left a sign. We fell on the bed and panted exhausted until we fell asleep. The first light of dawn was barely showing from the window when I woke up, early gym shifts had been a habit for a while, had become a habit even when I didn't have to work. The scent of sex was everywhere in the room; it had become a pretty perfect alcove. It was warm enough to enjoy sleeping naked. My hand caressed my soft breast, enjoying the smoothness of the skin. I looked at Lewis at my side; he was sleeping on his back, unaware I was awake. 'He is just the same Lewis I have always known,' I thought staring at the burn scars on his face. A prosthetic leg in the corner shined at the first light of the new day. 'Yes, nothing changed.' And I curled up against him.