16 comments/ 104280 views/ 26 favorites The Patriotic Wife By: Hotwife Hello, I'm going to tell you a story, a true story (of course the names have been changed and some minor details) that happened to me just a few months ago that has completely transformed my life. I would even say it has liberated me unconditionally in every way. I am still a married woman, and to my husband, sons and friends there seem to be no reasons for my newfound blissfulness. I am a much happier, more liberated and much more fulfilled woman because of this experience. I can't share this story with my husband or friends, and I feel compelled to share it with someone, so I may as well share it with complete strangers. My name is Krystal Anderson, and by most standards I would say I am a happily married woman. I'm a proud mother of two boys; Darren and William, 19 and 18 respectively. Darren is a junior at VMI (Virginia Military Institute); he wants to be an Army officer like his father. William, my baby is in community college just a few miles from here. Mr. Anderson is a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army. He's a Battalion Commander of a Quartermaster unit in the 82nd Airborne. My father was an infantry General in the Army and I was always drawn to strong, fit, confident men like my father. When I met Darryl my sophomore year he seemed just like that kind of man. We met at a Corps of Cadets Ball at VMI. He looked so handsome in his uniform and seemed so intelligent and sweet that we immediately hit it off. He told me he was going to be an infantry officer and I must admit, I was smitten. We married after a whirlwind 6 month courtship. Unfortunately, my husband failed out of Officer Basic Course and had to change his branch to quartermaster. Quartermaster is basically the supply people that provide equipment to the real warriors of the 82nd Airborne Division. His day consists of sitting on his ass behind a desk instead of training for war and leading soldiers like my father. Unfortunately over the years, time has not been too kind to my husband. He's almost completely bald, he's probably 40-50 lbs over weight and to top it all off he doesn't have the sex drive that he used to. He's such a hypocrite. He marches around talking about the Army creed and values, expecting all soldiers to be physically fit when he couldn't run a mile without having a heart attack. To be honest I don't think he would have received a command had my father not pulled some strings. I try so hard to be the consummate officer's wife, but it can be tiring. I'm a southern girl educated at the University of Georgia. I majored in education, and against all wishes of the Colonel (my husband), I teach Science and girl's volleyball at the Ft. Bragg High School. The Colonel would like his wife to be a homemaker, and while the boys were young I took a few years off to do just that. But I guess my independence and boredom lead me right back to teaching when the boys were old enough to attend school. Being an Officer's wife sure isn't what it has cracked up to be. I occasionally get to dress up and attend formal events, like the Army's Birthday Ball and various Hail and Farewell functions. Mostly, though it's about having to maintain a certain false appearance and attitude. Having to maintain a fulltime appearance as the perfect wife can really wear on your soul sometimes. Physically I would consider myself to be an attractive woman. I don't mean to sound conceited, but I think generally people have a good idea of their physical attributes. Please don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm untouchable or anything like that, I'm very down to earth, I just happen to be pretty. I 'm 5'7 and approximately 125ish pounds and have long red hair (ok, it has a touch of grey, but I have it colored to a sexy red to maintain my youthful appearance). I'm 38 years old and I keep myself very active. I like to run, do Pilates, spinning classes and swimming. I even won a Mrs. Ft. Bragg Beauty contest a couple of years ago, so I guess others approve of my efforts. I had my breasts augmented about 5 years ago which brought my rather underappreciated B cups to an attention getting, stare inducing 36D. The girls (the other officer's wives) and I do everything we can to support the war effort. We're always having bake sales, car washes, garage sales and soliciting local businesses to donate money and items to the troops. We work tirelessly to make sure our boys are getting the support and recognition they need. It makes me sick to see my fat, lazy husband whining about his office politics, while the 82nd Airborne soldiers are deployed in harms way. He hasn't been deployed anywhere since we were married, other than the occasional schools he attends stateside. Finally, one day I had had enough of my husband's bullshit. He came home around 1700 (5:00 PM) one Thursday after work bitching that he had to go to a Quartermaster conference in Washington on Friday. He was whining about how it was such short notice and that he had so much work to do, blah blah blah. Frankly, I know this sounds mean, but I was looking forward to having the house to myself and relaxing for the weekend. William, my youngest normally came home from junior college to do his laundry and eat our groceries. This weekend he had decided he was going to Myrtle Beach with a couple of his friends. At last I had the house all to myself. Friday morning I drove the major to the Raleigh-Durham Airport, I was back with the house all to myself by 10:30AM. I attended my Pilates class, and then came home to our house to shower. On post housing pisses me off. We live in an old 1960's two story colonial house reserved for Field Grade Officers (Major and above) and it's really a beautiful house. It has large white columns, hardwood floors, a winding staircase and crown molding, but the hot water never works when you want it too. I had to take another cold shower. I put in a call to maintenance and they said they wouldn't be able to get to it until Sunday. "That's fantastic!" I thought. After my cold shower I went to the salon and had my hair and nails done. I always get a French manicure, which seems to drive men wild for some reason. I don't know what it is about French manicures but if I'm writing a check, talking on my phone, drinking a glass of wine at a restaurant or doing whatever, men are drawn to my hands, then to me. I'm sure it has something to do with my hands and their dick, I don't mean to be crude but that's the way men think. ;) My friend Suzie called and suggested some of us girls get together and grab some lunch at the "French Cuisine" in Fayetteville. Suzie, also a Colonels wife was telling us that one of the battalions from the 82nd Airborne had just returned from a year in Iraq. She remarked "can you imagine how much testosterone will be floating around Ft. Bragg this weekend?" Mary, a Captain's wife said: "Can you imagine how horny those young guys are going to be after a year of combat with no women in sight?" "Mmm Hmm" I half moaned. The girls all giggled. I went back to my place and took a nap. It was so nice to have the house so quiet and all to myself. I fixed myself a glass of wine and began to feel that familiar throbbing between my legs. I instinctively started upstairs to draw a warm bath; I like to use the removable shower head to spray water between my legs to bring me to orgasm. It's the only way I've been able to relieve myself for years. "Shit Shit Shit Shit!" I exclaimed aloud as I suddenly remembered the hot water heater was not working. I got my workout clothes on and went to the post gym to workout my frustrations. I couldn't believe how crowded it was, I had never seen the gym this full of young virile men! There must have been a hundred guys, all between the ages of 18 and 25, all in great shape. Some had tattoos, and shaved heads; others had hair that was long by Army standards. I became so incredibly horny just by the odor of young cock sweat in the room. I could tell most of these guys were from the battalion that just got back from Iraq. I would hear them telling war stories, and talking about just getting back this morning. I must have been quite a sight for sore eyes because just about every pair of weights stopped moving and every hungry set of eyes in the room stared at me with almost unnerving lust. Some smiled at me, some said "hello Ma'am" and some just stared, but just about every one of them wanted me. If it weren't for the thin veil of discipline and societal expectations on these young men, I felt as though I were a breath away from being gang raped. I jumped up on the stair climber and began my workout. The boys started back at their workouts, but their eyes were often diverted in my direction. I knew my mature, married ass stepping up and down, flexing and relaxing must have made every cock in the room hard. I could see in the mirror my tits were firmly bouncing up and down with each step, the cleft in my tight blue tank top pushed my tits tightly together making them look like a baby's bottom. My long red hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, bobbed playfully back and forth. A young handsome soldier with short cropped hair got on the stair climber next to me. He was wearing a tank top that revealed large ripping muscles and an 82nd All American tattoo. He smiled at me; I smiled back but tried to seem disinterested. I don't think I was fooling him in the least. "Hello, I'm Dirk." He said with a confident, almost cocky smile. "Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. Colonel Anderson." I said haughtily. I didn't offer my hand and turned away pretending to watch the big screen TV in the cardio room. "Look, Mrs. COLONEL Anderson, I'm gonna cut to the chase." He said, emphasizing Colonel in a derogatory tone. His smart-ass demeanor caught me off guard and I turned to face him. "We just got back from Iraq, I haven't seen a beautiful woman in a long, long time and I would like to get to know you better." I knew in guy talk that was code for "I want to fuck the shit out of you." "That's sweet whatever your name is, but I'm not interested. "I also assume you didn't deduce that I'm married" I remarked smugly. "Dirk, my name is Dirk" He said with a grin. "Ok Dirk, I'm sorry, but I'm probably old enough to be your mother, I'm married, and my husband is an Officer". Dirk smiled even bigger. "I have to be honest Ma'am; those are the three things that attracted me to you." "This is one cocky little bastard." I thought. "How dare you!" I said. "Do I have Fuck Me stamped on my forehead?" "No Ma'am, it's stamped on your ass" He smirked. "Oh my God, who in the hell do you think you are young man?" I questioned. "I should report you to the MPs" I added with an authoritative tone. "I don't think you'll do that Ma'am" He smiled. "How old are you anyway, 21, 22?" I queried. "19" He said. "My God you are cocky!" I said. "Combat will do that to you Ma'am" I have to be honest. I went to the gym for a workout and a little innocent flirting but this kid really got my attention. He was very handsome; with short cropped black curly hair, blue eyes, full lips and a square jaw. He was just an inch or two taller than me but was very muscular. I noticed his thighs and calves flexing as he worked the stair climber, his butt was firm, his shoulders broad. "Nice meeting you Dirk" I said. "You might want to watch how you speak to a lady" I remarked, while disembarking off the treadmill. I marched briskly towards the exit of the gym. The boys and men, now focused intensely on their workouts, gave me the cursory stares as I strut out the door. I was so incredibly horny and flabbergasted that this punk kid would have the nerve to talk to me that way. I'm a 38 year old, mother of two, college educated, officer's wife that has never even received a speeding ticket. This kid was no older than my two sons. I didn't know what to do, report him to his superiors, blow it off, or let him fuck the shit out of me. I sensed someone approaching me as I stepped through the automatic doors of the gym out in to the afternoon sun. I put my sunglasses on and got my keys ready, as I was taught in a self defense class I took last spring. "Chirp Chirp" echoed the sound of the alarm being disarmed on my red Range Rover. "M'am don't be in such a hurry" a young, husky voice exclaimed behind me. I turned around, relieved that playing hard to get wasn't discouraging my young pursuer, but nevertheless displaying mocked disdain and irritation toward him. "Mrs. Anderson, if you change your mind, my barracks is in building 321 near the PX. I'm in room 121A. My roommate is out of town for the weekend" He said, still not discouraged. "Have a good evening" He said with his usual cocky tone. I just stood there, stunned as he strutted back into the gym, his inflated chest and shoulders swaying back and forth, his taught gluteus flexing as he disappeared through the automatic doors. He had left behind him the faint, yet familiar odor of testosterone and cheap spray-on cologne. After I recovered from the proposal from the young enlisted man, I drove by the class six and picked up a couple of bottles of wine on the way back to the house. My head was in a daze, I couldn't get that young cocky kid out of my mind. I poured myself a glass of chardonnay and put on my favorite Luther Vandross album. I was just starting to relax and enjoy the wine and the song "Power of Love" when the phone rang. It was my idiot husband the Colonel. He called whining about how his flight was delayed, and flew off into a tirade about where had I been etc. etc. Not at all in the mood for his usual self-absorbed banter, I feigned a headache and I told him I would call him the next day. That phone call was the breaking point for me. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back. Here I was, a sexually unfulfilled woman in her sexual prime. The damn hot water heater is on the fritz (again) unable to provide me with my usual sexual outlet. I'm married to a whining wimp of a husband. I've had a little wine to lower my inhibitions and oh by the way, a deliciously handsome young soldier had just propositioned me. A woman can only remain within the societal expectations of her behavior when she has a safety net in place. Had I not had any wine that night, or not met Dirk, or the hot water been working, or even if my husband had not called I would have remained within those expected boundaries at least a while longer. As it turns out though, it only took two glasses of wine for me to make up my mind on what I needed to do. I went next door to Sharon's, my neighbor and used her shower, which wasn't scalding but it was hotter than mine. I went upstairs and opened up my closet. I looked for the most seductive clothes I could find. I expertly worked my long red hair into a chignon or "modern bun" and teased my long red bangs framing my face. It has a sophisticated and sexy look that I often where to formal events. It seems to consistently draw attention first to my hair, face, then my ample breasts, then inevitably to my ass and legs. I applied my makeup a little less subtly and quite a bit more seductively than I usually do. I put on a darker eye shadow, a little more blush and a lot more lipstick than I normally wear. The lipstick is an Alexandra de Markoff lasting luxury red, shiny lipstick that seems for my lips to beg kiss me (or put something between me). I accessorized with a gold heart pendant necklace that nestled seductively in my cleavage. It was a gift from the Colonel on our 10th wedding anniversary, but he didn't like it when I wore it because it rested in the top of my cleavage drawing even more attention than usual to them. (Thanks again Colonel.) I topped off the ensemble with a pair of silver hoop earrings that made me look like a high class slut, which I guess is what I was about to become. I put on a silky lace red thong and matching bra. For my blouse I selected a red sleeveless top with turtleneck and cutout detail at the chest. It was cutout like a heart shape in the middle that focused all the attention on my tits. Not to mention it pushed them together giving them an even fuller look. The Colonel never let me wear it because he said it was too revealing and it made me look like a slut. Thanks Colonel, that's exactly what I was looking for. I selected a black sleek sateen mini skirt that barely covered up my upper thighs. For my shoes, my ultra-sexy slip on mule in animal print satin with a sculpted platform 5 inch heel. I was wearing what the girls and I refer to as "Fuck Me Pumps". I had another couple of glasses of wine, sprayed on my favorite perfume "Azzaro Eau Belle", re-applied my lipstick and headed out the door. As I climbed in my Range Rover my heart started beating faster. My mouth was dry and I started to become a bit nervous. I began to question the morality of what I was about to do. I nervously pulled out of the driveway and was definitely feeling the wine at this point. I was so tense and excited at the same time. This was something I had often fantasized about but had never done; I was going to seduce a boy the age of my sons. I was finally going to support the troops in a way only a mother built like me and with my experience was capable. It was difficult driving the Rover with 5" heels; it was something I wasn't exactly accustomed to doing. I took some of the back roads that were less patrolled by the MPs towards the PX. It was approaching 1900 hrs (7:00 PM) and the sun, although still bright was low on the horizon as I pulled into Building 321's parking lot. The parking lot was full of cars and trucks of all kinds. Some old, some new, low riders, motorcycles, fast cars and lots and lots of pickups. It was obviously a parking lot for young, testosterone filled men. I stepped out and began walking towards the barracks. I wasn't particularly concerned about being recognized, because this was the other side of post, and they were all infantrymen, not quartermaster. I didn't know anyone in the infantry, enlisted or otherwise. I could feel my heart beating in my chest and the incredible rush of excitement as I walked toward the barracks. As I approached the entrance to the building I could hear loud rap music, country music and heavy metal coming from different rooms combined to sound like a psychedelic orchestra. There was lots of screaming and yelling, laughing and carrying on. It was obvious these boys were blowing off steam from a yearlong deployment in a war zone. I entered the main hallway and had to check in with the CQ or "charge of quarters". His eyes lit right up when I walked in. I could tell he hadn't seen a beautiful woman in a long, long time. "Hello, I'm Dirk's Mom, I'm here to welcome my son home from Iraq." "Dirk, Ma'am?" He said questioningly. "Oh you mean Corporal Caldwell Ma'am, Just sign here Ma'am" He said with a smile. I caught him staring at my plentifully proper, semi-exposed cosmetically enhanced tits. I leaned down to sign my new alias "Virginia Caldwell" as Dirk's "Mom." As I was writing I could feel this young sergeant staring at my cleavage as it presented itself just inches from his face. I delayed a little longer than necessary for the young sergeant's benefit. "This young sergeant is going to have something to remember Virginia Caldwell by" I thought, enjoying my new found role as Ft. Bragg MILF. As I rounded the corner there were a couple of guys in the hallway drinking beer. When they heard the "clip clop" of my heels they looked up and their jaws literally dropped open. They were literally staring me up and down. "Hello boys, welcome home" I said with a smile. They said "thank you Ma'am" in unison. I could feel there eyes burning through me as my hips swayed back and forth with the grace and seductive power of a mature woman. The "clip clop" of my high heels a mating call to all young and virile men. The Patriotic Wife I strutted around the corner, and found room 121A. "Corporal Caldwell" and "Corporal Miller" name plates were on the door. There was a mean looking bulldog holding a machine gun and it said "Delta Dawgs," some sort of unit mascot or something. I pressed my ear up against the door to listen, the sound of my hoop earring clanking against the barracks door. I could hear the faint sounds of some kind of heavy metal music coming from the room, but nothing else. I pushed the door open, taking a few steps into the barracks room and closing the door behind me. There, in the middle of the room was Dirk, sitting on an overstuffed chair, shirtless and wearing a pair of baggy surfer shorts. He was leaning back in the chair, his young, chiseled frame, hairless and muscled clearly visible. He was even more muscular than I had remembered. His arm tattoos were completely exposed, and a new tattoo that looked like the sun encircled his bellybutton and disappeared into his shorts. The faint and familiar odor of testosterone and cheap spray-on cologne re-entered my olfactory senses, sending a wave of stimulation throughout my body. He was drinking a beer, and looked absolutely and completely stunned, mortified and gorgeous. His eyes started down at my "fuck me pumps" and slowly worked their way up my toned legs, my child bearing hips, my huge tits, then finally to my eyes. He started to say "I'm so g......." Cutting him off mid-sentence I commanded, "Stand up" in an authoritative tone, as if talking to one of my children. Dirk reluctantly did, clearly surprised and a little concerned by my tone. His huge chest muscles dancing as he pushed himself up from the chair. His abs ripped and tan. "This kid is incredible looking" I thought. I stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head forcing my wet tongue into his mouth, past his teeth and down his throat. His eyes were wide open, startled by my aggression. I pulled my lips away, his breath a strong taste of Budweiser turning me on even more. I slowly began kissing and licking his ear and neck, slowly working my way down to his heaving chest. His breathing was heavy, almost labored. I could taste the salt of sweat and testosterone on his young skin. Down to his nipples I expertly worked my tongue, slowly taking turns between swirling around them and sucking them. I glanced down at his baggy shorts, the fabric clearly strained with his teenage soldier cock at attention. I worked my way down to his navel, darting my tongue in and out around the center of his tattoo sun. I looked up at Dirk, and saw the outline of his square jaw and muscled physique. He was in a complete daze. His eyes met mine, with an almost surrendered innocence. My reluctance as the Colonels wife, and mother of two had disappeared. I was now in complete control and I was going to have what I wanted. I expertly reached up and undid the button on his shorts with my left hand. I made sure I did it slowly so he could take in the sight of my French manicured hand with my 1karat engagement ring and wedding band. He noticed alright, because as soon as he saw the ring I felt his shorts tighten with the throb of his cock. I unzipped his fly and immediately his prick pressed against its cotton prison. The head attempting to pierce through and create an opening in his white cotton underwear like a soldier trying to breach an enemy fortress. I let his shorts fall to the floor, exposing his muscular tanned legs, his tight white athletic briefs and his enormous bulge. I leaned in further, breathing my hot breath on the head of his prick. Pre-cum had already penetrated the cotton underwear and formed a small pearl bead at his cock head. It twitched violently as I breathed on it over and over again. I stuck my tongue out and gently pressed it against the cotton encased dick. I could taste the salty sweet flavor of Dirk's pre-cum and it made my pussy ache with desire. I began licking and sucking, gently teasing Dirk through his underwear. Thrusting his hips forward, in a failed attempt to reach my wanton tongue, He throatily sighed, "Oh my God Mrs. Anderson!" I playfully licked and sucked the cotton outline of the head of his engorged cock. Watching it writhe and twitch like an angry python made my pussy engorged with lust. His underwear were completely soaked around his cock-head with a shiny mixture of my saliva, his pre-cum and my fiery red lipstick. I reached up to the elastic band of his athletic briefs with my French manicured hands and slowly pulled them down. I was so wet, and so excited at this point I was at the brink of a micro orgasm. I reached down with my right hand and began slowly caressing my pussy through my underwear. As Dirk's briefs slid down, his blood filled cock sprung to attention like the good soldier that it was. Jutting just shy of my red lips and slapping his chiseled stomach with a thump. "Oh my God, your cock is gorgeous!" I exclaimed with my hungry mouth. His cock jutted straight out at my face with an upward slant. It was so delicious looking I couldn't believe it. It was about 7" long I would guess, and the shaft was a bright pink color. There was a big blue vein running down both sides leading to the purple, engorged head. There was no hair whatsoever on his cock or balls, just a small patch above the base of his dick. The solar tattoo extended from his belly button and came to a point to just above the base of his cock, as if a compass guiding me to where I longed to be. His balls were enormous!! I have never seen balls as big as this kid's. They looked like two racquet balls wrapped in a loose sack of hairless skin. They swayed back and forth, slowly drawing up and down with the purpose of churning and pumping his enormous quantity of teenage batter, preparing for the inevitable release this MILF was here to elicit. His cock was twitching and throbbing as the head leaked a steady stream of pre-cum. I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could he. I buried my face in his teenage crotch forcing his enlisted cock into my wanton, married mouth with the lust of a depraved older woman. I took his cock as far down my throat as I could. His engorged dick penetrated through the small opening in my throat and momentarily closed off my airway. "FUUUUUUUCK, Lady!" Dirk groaned. I suppressed my gag reflex with the will power only a mature woman completely immersed in forbidden lust can generate. I began frantically bobbing up and down as fast and as hard as I could. My pussy was aching as I began digging my long manicured fingernail past my thong and into the outer layers of my womanhood. Moaning and slurping sounds must have penetrated the hallway of the barracks as I gave the best blowjob of my life. "Holy Shit, Lady!" Dirk Exclaimed. His knees began to buckle as he observed the scene before him. This mother of two; Married, officer's wife; sucking the holy life from his young cock. My middle-aged store bought tits bouncing up and down as my ass jutted out in my tight mini skirt. The animal print high heels dangled seductively from my manicured feet. My pampered, manicured hand wrapped around the base of his cock, wedding ring glimmering as if an act of intentional marital defiance. My right hand, fresh with the flowing juices of my cunt reaching up to scratch and fondle his enormous, hairless, cum filled balls. The hoop earrings swaying and bobbing as my eyes, when not closed or rolling back in my head gaze lustfully up at him. Pulling my mouth off his cock with the intense sucking produced an audible "Pop," as I began gasping for air. The tip of his prick covered in a pink frothy concoction. A long string of saliva still joined my lips to his cock, only inches away. His boy prick twitched severing the saliva bond between us. "You are one hot ass bitch Mrs. Anderson!" bellowed Dirk. "I bet The Colonel would be surprised to see you sucking the cock of a young horny grunt," He taunted. I pushed Dirk back into the chair and stood up. He was sitting there mesmerized, staring up at me like a wounded puppy. Slowly unbuttoning my blouse, I leaned seductively down towards him exposing the enormity of my cleavage. I reached back and undid my bra allowing my husband financed boobs to spring free. I tossed the blouse and bra on the ground wiggling my hips as I worked my way out of my miniskirt. Dirk's eyes were as wide as saucers as he tried to visually take in every little move I made. His cock was so hard; I thought it would burst from its own skin. It lay stretched against his inner thigh completely covered with my saliva, glimmering in the cheap barracks lighting. It was throbbing up and down, in unison with his heartbeat. His eyes were full of animal lust and the pain of my adulterous taunting. I stood there wearing only my silver hoop earrings, a red g-string, and my leopard print 5" heels. As I slowly walked towards Dirk, the audible "clip clop" of my high heels echoed in the room. As I marched across the linoleum floor his pink froth covered dick was writhing and twitching in anticipation. His engorged ballsack was drawing slowly up instinctively in preparation for the delivery of its massive precious cargo. I slowly knelt before this sex deprived soldier and grabbed his legs with both hands. I made an attempt to try and push them up. They were too heavy, but Dirk kindly lifted them for me. His engorged balls exposed to my hungry mouth an invitation to debauchery. I began licking and sucking them with lustful fervor. "Lummm, nummmm, mmmmm, mummmm," I vocalized as I licked and sucked his huge sack. I tried to wrap my mouth around them both but was only able to get one at a time. Reaching up I grabbed the head of his cock with my left hand. Slowly stroking up and down the shaft, pausing expertly at the head. I made sure with every stroke he could see my wedding ring. As my manicured hand stroked to the top of his dick, my thumb would rub over the tip mixing his pre-cum with saliva. I lifted his heavy balls out of the way and began exploring the area between his balls and his ass with my tongue. It was completely free of hair and had a strong taste of sweat and testosterone. I began exploring the outer ring of his hairless asshole with my tongue. "Oh Fuck! Holy Fucking Shit you are one nasty slut!" Exclaimed Dirk. I slowly stroked his cock and licked the outside of his ass. It was fairly clean and the odor of his teenage ass combined with the idea that I was licking it gave me visible shivers. I began tonguing the inside and exploring his asshole with my lips and tongue. "Turn around!" I demanded. He looked at me with uncontrollable lust and disdain. Not one to disobey orders (especially from a mature officer's wife) He stood up, turned around and bent over the chair. I immediately buried my tongue into his teenage asshole. "Lwaaaa Lwaaaa mmmmm hmmm" the sounds emulating from my mouth as my tongue dove into his ass. My wedding hand stroked his huge, purple cock with the expertise of a Bangkok prostitute. My manicured fingernails twisted, and stroked there way from his engorged balls all the way to the very tip of his prick. I continued tonguing his ass with the passion of a woman that's primary concern is the morale and welfare of the troops. The boy soldier began to quiver and shake. "Ohhhhhhh, UHHHHHH, AAARRHHH!" He moaned loudly like he had been wounded in combat. Apparently several minutes of my expert cock and ball sucking, asshole licking and dick stroking, was beginning to make Dirk twitch with the signs of an impending explosion. I took my hand off his cock and continued licking his balls and ass for several more minutes. I was experiencing so much pleasure teasing this cocky young soldier that I didn't want to stop. Dirk was panting and moaning like a wounded animal. "Lady, I've never been this fucking horny in my life!" "I want to fuck the shit out of that married cunt!" He commanded. I couldn't take it any more; I had to have his cock inside me. I stood up and swung my legs around his, straddling the boy soldier. I was facing this beautiful boy, with the chiseled body, his cock inches from my aching pussy. My loins were aching for his teen cock and I needed to be penetrated in the worst way. I moved my thong aside exposing my womanhood and grabbing the head of his shaft, guiding and maneuvering it where no prick other than the Colonel's had been in 20 years. "Mother Fucker" Dirk Said. "You are one hot ass Milf!" "You're about to be a mother fucker Dirk!" I moaned as I wiggled slowly onto the head of his cock. "Holy Shit!" "Fuck it's so fucking big!" "Mother Fucker!" I moaned loudly. I had never been filled to capacity like this before, and usually didn't use foul language but Dirk was drawing out the primal instincts to breed with young stock. "Argghhhhhh!" "FUUUUUUUUCK!" Dirk cried. As the head of his prick penetrated me like a bayonet into the enemy it sent shivers up and down my spine with a wave of lust that shot through my body. Dirk began thrusting up into me like an animal in heat. "Fuck me!" I cried. Loud enough for anyone in the hallway to hear. "FUUUUUUCKKKK MEEEE!" I moaned. Dirk was pumping up and down, his engorged cock thrusting deeper into me than any cock before or since. Dirk was grunting, frothing at the mouth. He looked angry with uncaged lust. His hips were bucking and pumping with the forcefulness only a muscled youth could deliver. "Fuck Me with your teenage Fucking Cock!" I yelled. "FUUUCKKKK, YES, YES!!" I exclaimed. I bounced up and down on him, feeling the rush and wave of my delicious orgasm. My tits were bouncing and swaying, my manicured fingers twisting my nipples. "OOOOhhhh FUUCKKK!" I tried to bite my lip to minimize the noise, but it was to no avail. I began shaking with the orgasm, tightening around his boy cock. Wave upon wave upon wave of orgasm shot through my body like an electrical shock. I began quivering and moaning. "Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhh, MMMMmmmMM!" It was so wonderful words cannot describe. His cock-head was swelling, indicating an impending orgasm. I didn't want to stop, but I wanted to see what I had worked so hard for. I climbed off of him and fell down to my knees. His cock was covered with my juices as I forced it down into my throat as far as it would go. "Fuck mmy mmmouuth" I mumbled with a mouth full of cock. Dirk stood up and said "I'll fuck your slutty cheating mouth, you fucking married whore!" "Take that teenage cock lady, FUCK, Fuck, SUCK IT!!" He screamed. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock against the back of my throat. His strong hands grabbing my hair chignon like a handle as he forced my head and his cock together as one. At first it scared me, because I couldn't breathe. I tried to push him off of me but he was too strong and he wouldn't budge. I began gasping for breaths of air through my nose, my senses alive with the smell of sex. As his cock head worked its way past the entrance of my throat I began gagging. Still, the little bastard wouldn't let me come up for any air. "GWAAARRGHH, AHAGGGAH!" The sounds I made were like a frog as he fucked my married wanton mouth. "Yeah, you fucking Slut! Suck my fucking cock, you cheating ass MILF Bitch!" Dirk said through gritting teeth. Long strings of saliva were swinging from my chin in unison with his forceful thrusts. My tits, pressed up against his muscular legs covered with the saliva drawn from deep within my throat. Finally I was able to somewhat suppress my gag reflex and allow his cock to enter my throat. Breathing was still difficult and I felt the gag reflex causing me to nearly vomit on his big throbbing tool. He continued forcing his engorged cock deep into my throat, fucking the back of my throat like it was a deep pussy. The harder he thrust his cock into my throat, the more aroused I became. It was so nasty and animalistic that I really began to crave it. "Mmmmmmm AAhhhhh, Gaaggggrr, mmmm!" I slurped and sucked making moaning and gagging sounds with the pleasure of him forcing his cock onto me. It was as if I were being punished for being a slutty wife and the sentence was forced deepthroat. This slutty wife was loving the punishment. I stretched out my tongue and began tonguing his balls whenever he would bury the head of his prick deep in my throat. Rhythmically back and forth, in and out. His heavy balls hitting my chin and tongue as his huge cock forced my airway open like a paramedic trying to intubate a patient. I worked my hand around to his ass and began fingering his asshole. This was apparently all the poor boy could take. His knees buckled, his eyes rolled back in his head, the head of his prick became engorged, he began moaning very loudly, every muscle in his body seemed to flex, his asshole squeezed my finger like a vice, and his balls began to dance for one last finishing churn. His first shot bounced off my tonsil like a water gun shooting a duck at an amusement park. His second and third shots were huge globs of baby batter that made me gag. "Oh Fuck, you fucking slut! FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!!" He screamed. I swallowed as much as I could. His asshole was squeezing my finger tightly in unison with his shots of cum. Every time he would eject a huge shot of cum his ass would tighten around my finger. I pulled my mouth off and began sucking and licking the head as several loads of strong, salty, hot, thick, testosterone filled cum shot out of his cock like a water cannon. His balls were dancing up and down as they pumped a years worth of frustration into my slutty mouth. Shot after shot continued with each throb of his cock and dance of his balls bringing another no less disappointing shot of the hot, thick, liquid gold. I made a vain effort to capture every drop into my middle-aged mouth but it was too much, too fast. "You FUCKING Whore, FUUUUUCKKK!!" He exclaimed as the final ropes of seed were planted all over my married face. Finally after what seemed like a complete minute of cum shooting I could take a moment to assess whether or not I had wasted any of the delicious liquid. I could feel several strands across my cheek, all over my mouth, on my neck, in my hair and glanced down to notice one huge, white, thick glob on my tits. My eyelids were sticking together, I could feel a long strand hanging from my left ear and my hair felt as if it had just been hosed down by a quart of warm liquid soap. There was cum on my elbow, on the pendant my husband gave me, on my wedding ring and somehow there was even cum shot up in Dirk's belly button half covering his solar tattoo. I was expecting a big load but nothing like this. This was by far the biggest I had ever seen, heard about or even thought possible for one man to deliver. I think one of his shots was probably the most I've ever seen my husband deliver and Dirk must have shot a dozen or more. It was so strong smelling and tasting, so thick and stark white. I knew this was potent stuff, enough to impregnate a thousand lucky women. "Holy Shit Lady, you are one nasty ass bitch" Dirk grunted. He grabbed my hair and pushed me down on the ground forcefully. "Dirk, Dirk, what are you doing?" I asked frightened by his sudden burst of speed and strength. With no answer he held me face down on the barracks floor so I couldn't get up. My big silver hoop earrings made an audible clang as they hit the tile floor. The floor was cold against my naked breasts, and I felt his hard cock on my back and his heavy balls resting on my ass. I felt like I was being mounted by a Brahma bull. I could feel his heavy, muscled body pressing against my back holding me down on the floor my eyes still stinging from hot, sticky cum. The Patriotic Wife No matter how much I resisted I couldn't seem to budge. "Please Dirk, let me up, what are you doing?" I whimpered. "Giving you the rest of what you need!" He whispered forcefully in my ear. "I've always wanted to fuck a MILF officer's wife like you." "I see women like you walking around post, going into the officer's club or PX, flaunting your hard, enhanced middle-aged bodies." "Purposely letting your tits hang out, wearing tight skirts and high heels relishing in the stares and attention you get from the young horny soldiers on post." "Occasionally women like you will show up at the Enlisted Club." "Dressed to kill, dancing like strippers and maybe even rubbing up against a lucky soldier, only to leave with your girlfriends satisfied that men still find you attractive and knowing that a hundred men will go home and stroke their cocks thinking of you." "There is no better conquest for a young soldier than a MILF officer's wife. No military objective no matter how important to the cause could ever come close to the conquest of a hot, older, married woman's ass." He hissed. I could feel him reach back with one of his hands apparently grabbing the base of his cock. "Dirk, no please no, I've never done that before." I whimpered. "Please, it would hurt too much, and its soo dirty, and wrong, please don't!" I cried. I felt the tip of his still erect cock fishing around between my legs. It slipped past the opening of my womanhood and expertly found its way to the entrance of my asshole. "This is for every soldier that has had to go home and jack-off because he saw a hot ass MILF like you at the commissary and he knew he could never have you!" He grunted as the tip of his cock slipped into the opening of my ass. Mercifully my ass was well lubricated from a combination of my dripping juices and his cum covered cock. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh" "Fuck that asshole is tight" Dirk murmmered. "Oww Ow, Oww, Noo Nooo, oww." My half-hearted resistance falling on deaf ears. With no concern for me, or my virgin asshole, the little bastard continued pushing his hard dick deeper and deeper into my ass. "Ahhhh, Ow, Ahhhhhh, Shit that hurts, O wow No Please Dirk!" I exclaimed. I had grabbed an article of clothing and was biting down hard on it trying to fight through the pain. I wanted to scream out, it hurt sooo badly. I soon realized that the article of clothing I had grabbed was a dirty pair of underwear. I don't know what I expected, I guess I got was I was asking for all along. If you dress the way I did, seduce a young man by giving him head and licking his ass, you are probably asking to be fucked in the ass. After a few minutes of his long, slow deep strokes the pain began to subside. I was able to spit the underwear out and began to feel a rush of pleasure. It was an unnatural feeling at first; having something that big and hard going into your rectum, but the idea of this kid fucking my ass on the dirty barracks room floor began to really turn me on. I imagined what the Colonel would think if he could see me now. My feet were up in the air with my high heels dangling by my toes while this soldier boy pounded my asshole from behind with the long slow stroke of a man much more his senior. "OOoh, MMM, Nnnn, NNooo." I feigned the continued resistance, futile as it was. "Nnno, Please Dirk, NNn, YYYes, Yes." "Oh, Ohhhh Ahhhh, MMMMM." "Yes, YESSSSS, that's it, that's it, fuck this dirty MILF right in her dirty little married asshole!" I moaned as my no's changed into yes's. As soon as I said MILF I could feel his thrusts get harder, deeper and faster. "Yeah, Fuuuuck, yeah MILF slut, if only Colonel Anderson could see you now you fucking whore!" Dirk grunted between thrusts. "Take that cock up your ass lady!" "Yes soldier boy, that's right, Fuck me, Fuck my asshole!" I couldn't believe how I was speaking. I'm an educated proper woman that rarely says damn and once in a great while shit. Now he had me cussing like a sailor on shore leave. His still heavy ballsack was slapping up against my ass with each and every thrust. The weight of his muscular body pressed against my back and his heavy nuts hitting my ass was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. It was amazing how his cock seemed to fill up my entire body. I felt the building of an orgasm, but it was somehow different than a vaginal one. It seemed deeper, more primal, and much more intense. Dirk rolled me over on my side and continued fucking me from behind. His hard muscular body pressed up against my back, his strong hands fondling my tits. "Fuck this MILF ass Dirk, Fuck it." I moaned. "MMMM, Ahhhhh, OOOHHHH, YESSS!" I screamed. I reached back and grabbed his hand. I began sucking on his dirty fingers like they were tiny cocks. I turned my head to the side so he could see me sucking and licking his fingers. His rhythm began to quicken as I deep-throated his forefinger all the way to the base of his hand. Dirk began to buck and moan, his cock head swelling inside the walls of my rectal cavity. I couldn't take it anymore, I started cumming as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me with an intensity I'd never thought possible. My entire body was trembling and shaking as his head exploded inside me. I felt as though I were being lifted above the room watching the whole taboo experience from a higher vantage point. I could see his muscular teenage body mounting me from behind. I could see myself laying face down on the cold barracks room floor wearing only my trashy earrings, high heels, and my once fashionable hairstyle now a cum soaked frazzled mess of long red hair. As he came again I could feel the gush of hot teenage cum filling my asshole, his blood filled cockhead twitched and throbbed bringing me to orgasm. I quivered and writhed on the floor as his cock spewed wave after wave of hot, thick, cum. The electricity flowing through my body so intense that I blacked out; my toes were numb, my asshole was twitching, my eyes watering, my spine tingling and I couldn't count to 4 at that moment. I was completely and utterly lost in a dream state of pure ecstasy. We both lay motionless, silent, on the floor caught up in the utter and complete lust of the moment. After what must have been 15 minutes of silent embrace I pulled away from his (I still can't believe) semi erect cock with a touch of pain in my bottom. I stood up slowly, feeling very light headed from the wine, and an hour of the most hardcore fucking I've ever experienced. I grabbed Dirk's underwear and wiped the cum from my tits, face, hands, ear, chest and hair. "I had no idea it was physically possible for a pair of balls to hold so much cum" I thought. I slipped my miniskirt back on, found my bra hanging on a guitar and my blouse laying on an Xbox. I finished dressing in the latrine (bathroom). I fixed my hair and re-applied my lipstick in the mirror. There was quite a bit of cum still in my hair. I couldn't believe it honestly. I did my best to wipe it out, but it was still pretty sticky. Dirk meanwhile laid on the floor, his muscular naked body curled in the fetal position, his cock half erect. "Will I see you again Mrs. Anderson?" He asked, like an innocent child asking for an ice cream. "Young man, there are a lot of troops that need my support; I don't think it would be fair to them." I said with a smirk as I strutted out of the room into the barracks hallway.