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The Marine's Wife Ch. 01

By: Sean Renaud



Tears were already welling up in Trina's eyes as she watched her husband step onto the USS Curtis, a Naval ship on its way to Iraq. Like the rest of the Marines he was dressed in desert digital cammies which were a combination of light browns that looked to be straight out of an old style Atari video game. On his back was his C-Bag nearly as big as he was himself and another bag hung around his neck, the big guy was practically limping up the stairs. "Kevin I love you!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She wasn't sure if Kevin heard her cry out or not but the fact was that Lance Corporal Bernard didn't turn around to acknowledge his wife before disappearing through one of the doorways. "It'll be fine, they'll be back." Rena said wrapping her arm around the younger woman. "I've been married to the Corps for the last ten years and I can honestly tell you that it never gets easier to watch your man go, but he'll be back." Rena smiled and wiped a tear away from her cheek and smiled. Her light brown hair was twisted up into a bun at the back of her head. It was the way she always did her hair when she had to see her husband off at the very crack of dawn.

Trina looked up locking her light blue eyes on the browns of the woman she'd come to know as her sister. She opened her mouth to speak but Rena cut her off with a finger over her lips. "We can talk later, right now you just need to watch and hope for a final glimpse of your man. Six months is a long time." She smiled and leaned closer whispering in her ear. "I would suggest investing in a good vibrator." Trina smiled slightly and looked up to the boat.

"It's huge." She whispered to her friend staring at the boat. It was easily several times the size of her home.

Rena just laughed in response looking up at her husband, Staff Sergeant Copeland standing at the side of the boat. "This is a tiny boat, you should see the carriers, you could play football at one end of the boat and soccer at the other and still have room for the crowd. Now be quiet." 

Just as she fell silent Lance Corporal Kevin Bernard came to the edge of the boat searching for his young bride. The smile on his face was wide enough that the women could see his teeth as he waved excitedly to his wife. It looked like he was screaming something but she couldn't make out any of his words. She could only see that the stairs were being pulled away from the dock as the boat began to pull away towards the distant horizon. Most of the men on the boat moved to the backside of the boat for one last look at the land and wave to their wives until they could no longer tell who was who.

"Now what?"

"Now we go home and get a drink." Rena sighed waving at the distant boat one last time before turning and walking away. Trina remained behind squinting at the boat until it too had vanished beyond the horizon. She'd worn his favorite dress, a yellow sundress that only barely came down past her ass and left her blonde hair loose exactly the way he liked it. Already her mind was traveling back to the night before, the last night they'd share for a long time.

He'd come home late, said he'd been caught up in loading the boat up for the voyage. It had to have been close to eleven when he finally crawled into the bed still smelling of pine and oil and gunpowder snuggling up against her. 

"You know I love you so much." It had sent the same chills up the young woman's spine to hear him speak like that. She'd been so ready and willing to part her thighs as his lips had wandered over her body. Not a single inch of her body remained untouched from her forehead to the tips of her manicured toes.

"I love you too." She was almost too young to really know what love was, it was more like an overwhelming obsession she had with the boy she'd grown up with. At nineteen he was the only man she'd ever been with. Trina had reached down combing her fingers through his hair which at three inches on top was just barely within Marine Corps standards and a constant hassle from his superiors, or so she heard.

"I'll be back I promise." He'd sworn it almost every day for the last two weeks leading up to that night, their last for many months. The combination of his words and his excited tongue flickering over her clit was like jolts of electricity shooting up her spine. 

"I'll still be here." She whispered adjusting her hips slightly to keep his tongue where it belonged. "Mmmm baby stay there." She purred trying to keep up the energy she felt.

"I know you will be." He lifted his face from between her legs slowly kissing up over her stomach to her breasts. He held one in his hand and the other in his lips sucking. 

"Not so hard baby." 

Her nineteen year old husband looked up at her sheepishly. "Sorry honey, I got a little excited."

"I know baby." She reached down gently petting his head. "Don't stop, just be gentle." She whispered arching her back towards him. With a nod Kevin went back to slurping at her nipple which in all fairness had more to do with his pleasure than her own. Trina just let him have his fun for a moment as she warmed up for what she knew was coming. Her body shuddered slightly as he abandoned her breast and kissed up along her throat finally reaching her lips.

"I want to remember this night. Something to keep me warm while I'm away."

"So you remember what you're fighting for." She whispered reaching down between his legs and guiding his cock into her. "Mmm" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders clawing gently at his back as he started thrusting inside her. Just under six inches of flesh pushed into her grinding him into her with each thrust. "Harder baby, harder!" She whispered in his ear rolling her hips up to meet his.

"Yes!" He gasped granting her request and thrusting harder. Both his hands moved to the headboard gripping tight as he started thrusting against his young wife. Her slender toned legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper into her with each thrust.

The memory of her young husband's enthusiasm between her thighs got her juices flowing again as she go into her Durango and started the nearly four hour drive back down to her San Diego home. She could feel herself getting wet as she remembered how it had ended. She locked her lips on his and rolled him onto his back riding him like a naughty cowgirl. One hand on his chest steadied her and the other was up in the air as she squealed happily. 

"Oh my god." She remembered the way it felt when his cock had started throbbing inside her and his grip on her hips had tightened. The strain on his face as he focused his gaze completely on her face as he gasped for air his abs flexing visible with each thrust of his hips. He looked like he was going to hyperventilate as he bucked against her climaxing. 

Just like every time before the feeling of his juices splashing inside her pushed her the extra inch she needed. Trina's fingers raked down over her lover's chest leaving light red lines behind as she clenched down around him in orgasm. Her hips kept popping up and down until she couldn't move any longer and finally collapsed down on Kevin's chest with her lips next to his ear. "I love you."

"I love you." And it was true she was in love with her husband, he meant everything to her. Even right then as she pulled into her garage and shut the door she was thinking about her husband. All the times they'd shared together and the family they planned to build.

"I love you." She whispered to herself getting out of the car and sitting down to watch her favorite soap opera, Passions. The show came and went with all its normal twists and turns finally coming to an end. As soon as it was over she got up and started cooking dinner, she was half way through cooking the mashed potatoes when she realized that Kevin wasn't coming home to eat his normal three platefuls. He wasn't going to be home tomorrow either not for a long time.

It wasn't just the food that was going to go to waste though. There was something else much more urgent than having days of leftovers instead of wondering how she was going to cook enough food to feed him for another day. She had to wonder how she was going to deal with the itch between her thighs. 

"Oh Kevin." She sighed turning the stove off and leaving the food alone. "I need a bath."

A few minutes later the blonde slipped her nude body into their bath tub letting hot bubble filled waters embrace the curves of her body and wash away part of what she was feeling. Trina let her eyes drift shut as she slipped down farther till only her face and her knees remained exposed.

It hadn't been that long ago that the idea of being at home on a Friday night had been completely absurd. Even after she and Kevin had been married they still usually went out drinking or dancing. It was only these last few months that his work had gotten in the way of their fun leaving the young beauty to waste away within the walls of their apartment. Most nights he didn't even come in at all, instead he'd stay on the boat for weeks training.

"What am I going to do?" She whispered to herself as she drew in a deep breath as she smoothed some of the bubbles off of her perky breasts inadvertently brushing against her nipple as she did. She gasped as she felt it harden against her touch. "Damnit!" She cursed as she felt another shock travel up her spine. 

It was the first time in years that Trina had touched herself when she slipped her fingers down between her thighs and over her clit. She whispered his name as she arced her finger into herself. Trina imagined it was her husbands cock being pushed into her wet pussy. That he was the one pumping and thrusting as she hooked her fingers upward to get at that special spot. 

Trina was already getting close to her first orgasm, she could feel it welling up inside her making her pussy clench down around her fingers. Making her hips buck up sloshing the water around the tub. Clenching her lips to avoid releasing a cry that nobody would ever hear in her empty bathroom or her empty apartment. Trina pursed her lips as he moved her thumb over her clit gently grazing as she fingered herself. She bit down on her lower lip and continued masturbating. Her breast rose and fell emerging from the water with each new breath.

It should only have taken her a few more thrusts to get herself over the edge and she kept trying. A third finger, lightly pinching her clit drew a few light gasps as did running her fingers over her nipples. She gasped slightly increased her breathing and it still didn't bring her any closer to her orgasm. Five minutes later she pulled her fingers free of her pussy and relaxed in the water grumbling slightly. "I have to go out and get me a toy."

The Marine's Wife Ch. 02



Dear Trina,

Dearest Trina whom I love above all other women and all other people I miss you. I miss you when I wake up in the morning on this boat and I miss you when I go to sleep to the sounds of my fellow Marines remembering their own loved ones. That's most of what we do, sit around and talk about the women we love.

There really is no way to tell you just how boring it is to be stuck on the boat, we can't work out because the waves too big, you might drop a weight on your head you know? So instead we sit around and play video games, mostly Halo 2 but there are a few other games that we play here. I was on one of the working parties also. Just so you know a working party is nothing like a real party, it just means that I'm part of a group working on something. In this case I was carrying bags of rice up and down the stairs. Not a lot else to tell you I mean there is water and that is the only thing in my world. I wake up and I see water on all sides, there is no land, no boats, hell half the time there are no clouds here.

I love you and I can't wait to get back to you. You mean the world to me and I miss you so much. I'll try to write you again soon.

Love,

Kevin

Trina had read that letter at least twenty times since it had arrived in the mail yesterday along with some bills. The paper was already starting to show signs of wear but it was the only thing he'd sent her so far. She spent her nights dressed up in his old undershirts. They still held some remnants of his masculine aroma in them but it wasn't enough. 

She was creeping up on her first full month without orgasm and now the feeling didn't just happen at the end of Passions when she was used to him coming home from work hungry for her. Now it was just a constant wetness between her thighs and an ache deep inside her. Trina started to run her daily bath that Thursday night when she stopped herself. "I give." 

With that she went into her room quickly getting dressed in a black dress. It was one of her favorites, low cut in the front to display her tits but low enough in the hem to be considered decent. She pulled her hair back into a messy tail and drove down to the F-Street, the local porn shop.

It was only her second time in the store, her first time without Kevin and just the sight of everything brought a hot blush to her cheeks. To her right they had several displayed mannequins in various states of undress displaying garters, maid outfits and thongs. One in particular that caught her attention was a red latex catsuit with no crotch and a pair of cat ears. "People wear that?" She whispered feeling her heart skip a beat. She was thinking of Kevin again, how quickly he'd be tearing into her if she wore that outfit for him.

"Can I see some ID?" The man speaking was behind the counter, probably in his mid thirties and slender. Trina sauntered over slowly unaware of how much sway she put in her hips before stopping to show him her ID. "Thank you." He smiled. "Can I help you find anything?"

"Oh no, just browsing." Trina exclaimed feeling her cheeks redden even more. She felt his eyes moving down her backside as she turned away and started down one of the aisles. The first one was filled with anal plugs and lubricants ending with a gigantic dildo. She gasped at the sight of it, it had to be as big around as her thigh and almost a foot long. The label said it was the Anvil. Shaking that idea from her mind she started down another aisle.

This one was filled with various blow up dolls and bondage equipment. Handcuffs, thumbcuffs, a life size replica of a woman named Tera Patricks groin. It even had realistic looking hair on it. "Weird." Trina thought as she stared into the box for a moment before moving a little farther along. Big Bertha was the next thing to catch her attention, a blow up doll of an obese woman, it looked comical on the box. Like it would be some sort of pool toy for children. "I could put it right next to the Shamu."

The next row she entered was what she was looking for, dildos and vibrators and she'd never really realized just how many of the damn things were out there. Both sides of the aisle were lined with different devices varying from the size of her thumb to the size of her forearm and everything in between. Some had knots on them, others had realistic looking balls hanging. A few had what looked like periscopes on the ends. The first one Trina picked up was called the Titan and it measured in at an intimidating fourteen inches long and three inches around. "My god."

Instantly the thought of having something inside her body, how it would feel to be fucked by a man with a fourteen inch cock. It would be pressing up against her belly. She quickly pushed the idea from her mind when she noticed the cashier was watching her in the mirror. He looked away quickly when she turned towards him but she could still feel him checking her out.

It was a pleasant feeling to know that a man found her attractive. It was one of the hardest parts of her marriage, Kevin was a very protective man. He was the kind of husband that would leave a club because somebody had given her a glance he hadn't liked and being told you're sexy by your spouse just isn't the same. It doesn't have the same raw sexuality as having a complete stranger undressing you with his eyes. It wasn't that she wanted to sleep with him, it was the farthest thought from her sex starved mind. She just loved knowing that he found her attractive. 

A smile curled her lips as she turned towards where he was standing and strutted over to him leaning over the counter with the vibrator in hand. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me with something." She could almost see the frog in his throat as he looked up from the register to the busty blonde standing opposite him.

"Of course ma'am with what?"

"Well this is my first time purchasing a-" She trailed off for a moment as the blush lit up her face. "Vibrator." She whispered. 

"Not really an expert in them myself but maybe I can help you." 

"I'm just wondering what brands are good." She leaned forward a little more chewing on her lip as she did. She was just far enough over the counter to see the man's slacks starting to tent outward.

"Uh, anything Vivid seems to sell well. My wife has the Jenna Jameson model, here let me show you." He droned stepping out from behind the counter and nearly falling off of the step staring at her. 

It was Trina's turn to gulp as she felt her juices starting to form between her thighs soaking the pink panties she was wearing. He had no idea what she was thinking as she followed the man back into the aisle filled with sex toys and he pulled a plastic container containing another vibrator. This one was measured in at eight inches long and an inch and a half around. At the base it had something about an inch long hooking off it. "What is that?" She asked pointing to the awkward looking appendage.

"Clit teaser, while the rest of it is inside you that will sit right on your clit and drive you nuts. Or so I'm told." He smiled handing it to her. "Will that be all?" 

Trina bit down on her lips as she stared at the man who was quite a bit more attractive now that she had a damp spot on her panties. "No not quite, I think I need a movie."

"A movie? What kinds of things do you like, we have a wide variety of movies." He said already walking towards their selections. There three rows of pornos lined up several movies deep. "If you give me a star or a company or just tell me what turns you on."

Trina quickly looked away from his face finding herself staring at a video labeled Lesbian Strap On Adventures twenty three. There were two nude girls, one blonde and the other brunette on the cover each with a strap on. Turning her gaze from there she found Anal Piledrivers twelve which featured a girl with her cheeks spread wide open displaying her gaping asshole. All the videos around her seemed to be all about the most vile and taboo subjects imagineable. Guttermouths two had a girl sucking cum from a used condom and next to that was American Bukkake featuring two girls so covered in goo they couldn't even open their eyes. 

"Something mild." She finally said turning her eyes from the disgusting displays to the man.

"Ok. First timer I take it?" He asked politely as he moved down a few racks and pulled out a video with a cute red headed girl on the cover. The title was "The Experiment in Sex." He handed it to her. "It's pretty mild, I don't even think it has any anal in it which is pretty standard these days. It has a few pop shots though."

"Pop shot?" Trina asked looking at him blankly. 

"When a man ejaculates on a woman's face." He explained while walking to the counter. Walking was uncomfortable with all the wetness between her thighs, she was amazed that he couldn't hear it sloshing around when she walked. 

She followed along behind him to the counter putting the two items down for him to ring up. "That'll be thirty nine fifty seven." Trina reached into her purse producing a Visa and her military spouse ID. "Your husband is in the Corps? Congratulations." He smiled warmly. "Let me ring up your discount, military gets ten percent off everything. I support my troops."

"Thank you." Trina replied taking the paper bag from him and turning towards the door. This time she did mean to sway her hips back and forth as she strode away. As soon as she was out the door she leaned up against the wall drawing in a deep breath. "My god, I need this." She looked down into the bag in disbelief. She had bought herself a porn and a vibrator. "I don't believe it." Tucking the items beneath her arm she darted off to her vehicle and sped home.

She couldn't get herself through the door fast enough shutting the blinds to her windows and walking through the entire house searching for an invader that didn't exist. Once she was certain that her home was in fact empty she moved to her bedroom and locked the door behind her. One last final sweep of her room and she slipped the movie into her husband's XBOX and let it start playing the movie. 

Trina reached under the hem of her dress pulling it up over her head as she turned toward the screen. 

"Hello I'm Candy and I'd love to show you a good time." A woman on the screen cooed. She was dressed in just a thong and kneeling looking up at the camera. By the time Trina pulled her dress off and tossed it aside she'd been joined by a man. She could only see from the waist down but that was all the woman was interested in. Her lips were wrapped around his cock noisily taking it into her throat. 

Dropping her dress to the floor Trina crawled out to the middle of her queen sized bed gathering enough pillows for her to sit up against. A few more phone sex ads played as Trina snuggled into a comfortable spot between her pillows and waited for the show to start. 

The first scene of the movie was a busty blonde girl with obviously fake breasts swimming nude in a pool. The pool boy noticed her and started staring eventually pulling his cock from his shorts and stroking himself. The woman pretended not to notice at first then started swimming closer making a show of spreading her legs and toying with her nipples.

It had the desired effect on Trina who could feel her nipples hardening. It reminded her of herself just hours before teasing the cashier. As the woman crawled out of the pool she wondered what she would have done if the man had pulled his cock out for her. She probably would have ran screaming from the store. She definitely wouldn't have done what this woman was doing and running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Her hand was wrapped around the tip stroking in time with her tongue.

Trina on the other hand had just gotten her hand between her own legs gently rubbing her lips to the on screen rhythm. She could feel herself getting wet, it was getting on her fingers as she parted her petals to rub at her moist center. Her fingers moved to either side of her clit just barely grazing the swollen knob of flesh. 

On screen the actress, if you could call her that, had started sucking on his cock. She was squatting down on her heels so the camera could easily see her pussy, spread open and glistening with her juices. The man had one hand in her hair and the other on his hips as he thrust gently against the bimbo. Just like his Cinemax counterpart the man was moaning way louder than the timid blow job warranted. His head was thrown back and his eyes clenched shut as if he were already close to orgasm.

Taking the device in both hands Trina stared at her toy and turned it on squealing slightly as it came to life in her grasp. A second later she had it adjusted down to its lowest setting and brought it down between her thighs resting it just above her clit. The cool metal felt odd against her stomach drawing another squeal from the lovely woman. Drawing a deep breath into her lungs Trina dragged the dildo over her clit down her slit till the dull point pressed against her opening. Still holding her breath she shoved the tip of it into herself and gasped.

Meanwhile the on screen woman was on her hands and knees with her poolboy's cock between her legs. Unlike Trina's imaginary lover who was letting her get used to his girth the man on stage slipped it in and started pounding away. The sounds of flesh clapping came echoing out of her surround sound. Trina pushed it a little farther into her cunt feeling as it stretched her open. The toy was the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her. Even as slowly as she was pushing it hurt just a little. It was the same pain she'd felt when Kevin had taken her virginity. It was the pain that would give way to pleasure soon enough.

Soon enough she'd be like the woman on the screen with a thick shaft buried inside her. Trina just wished that there was a real live man, hot and sweaty on top of her thrusting himself into her. That the woman squealing and clawing at a man was her and not some two bit actress. Instead she had to settle for the cool smooth piece of metal between her thighs. It was almost half way into her by the time the actors switched positions to go doggystyle. 

The sounds of the actress screaming in pleasure echoed around the room. The poolboy had one hand on her shoulder and the other was gripping a pool chair. Trina pushed the rest of the Titan into her gasping as she felt it touch a new spot inside her. The clit tickler was doing its job perfectly resting on her clit. She hardly noticed the scene changing. The woman was on her knees with her mouth wide open as the man jerked off into her mouth. 

Trina didn't realize that the screaming was her own until she looked up at the screen. There was a redheaded woman dancing on stage but she was silent. All the squeals were coming from her as she bucked her hips against her invisible lover. She couldn't even comprehend what was happening on the screen as she adjusted the strength of her vibrator. A notch higher and her cunt twitched squeezing down on the device inside her. Her free hand grasped at a spare pillow putting it over her face to drown out her screams.

Nobody would have heard her even if she'd shrieked at the top of her lungs but she still smothered herself. She crushed the pillow against her face as her entire body quaked with orgasm. She shrieked at the top of her lungs as she bucked her hips up and down ignoring whatever action was taking place on the screen.. She kept the Titan buried inside her until her orgasm finally ended and then she yanked it free gasping. "Bout time." She gasped letting her eyes drift shut to the sounds of a couple fucking each other's brains out.



The Marine's Wife Ch. 03



Dear Trina,

I miss you more than ever now, it's so hard being stuck out here on the boat without you. I wish I could be there with you each and everyday. They say that we should have internet up soon but I don't know if they are lying or not. You know how it goes though, they promise us something tomorrow and we're lucky to see it by next month. 

As far as what we're doing here goes there really isn't much that would interest you. They started practicing on the .50 cals today, the big guns I showed you when you came to my job. They are considering letting me teach a class to the security team since I know that weapon better than most of the other people on this boat. We also played a lot of Halo and Ordnance, my shop, keeps winning. They are going to have a Halo tournament and are team is called Team IYAOYAS. It stands for If You Ain't Ordnance, You Ain't Shit. Wish me luck.

When I get back I promise I'll take you out for dinner and dancing to make up all the time we've lost. I wish it wasn't this way my love.

Love

Kevin

It had been a month and a half since her husband had departed for another country and a little over two weeks since a visit to the porn shop had ended her dry spell. It had become her nightly ritual now to sit turn on her porn and masturbate till she'd had an orgasm, some nights going for a second. 

Trina was standing in line at Vons when it happened. It was the bagger that caught her attention this time. Just a little a toned teen, probably just out of high school. He had the confident smile of a jock as he checked her out. Like most boys used to getting what he wanted he didn't even look away when she turned toward him, instead he met her gaze.

She'd barely remembered how it felt to have a man staring at her so blatently. It was the same way that Kevin had been when he met at basketball game. He'd just stared at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and it excited her. Just like it had for Kevin the look in his eyes brought a blush to her cheeks and an excited ache to her loins. "Hi." She flirted as he bagged her groceries. 

"Hi yourself." He smiled smugly. It was obvious that he approved the baby tee she'd chosen that morning with the glitter words "Sexy Girl." He didn't seem to mind the matching black jeans clinging to her thighs like a second skin. "I haven't seen you here before."

"Oh, I come here all the time." Trina replied looking the young man over hungrily. "Well I hope to see you again Jeremy." 

Jeremy lifted the rest of her bags into the shopping cart and nodded. "It would be a pleasure." 

Without speaking another word Trina took her cart and walked out of the Vons pausing once to look back over her shoulder at the young man. He was already back at work but she could see him stealing glanced at her whenever he got a chance.

"He wanted me." Trina thought out loud as she walked out to load her Durango. When she'd gotten out of bed that morning and gotten dressed she hadn't thought she was dressing sexy. In her mind she could already see the young man lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the house. Tossing her down on his bed. He'd probably be just like Kevin, to excited to really bother kissing her. Instead he'd nearly rip her clothing in the rush to get her undressed. He kiss and lick between her legs, then he'd start fingering her. "What am I thinking?" Trina looked down at her nipples that were poking through the black fabric of her shirt.

There was never a real decision made, she didn't want to go back and talk to Jeremy. She knew that nothing good could come from what she was doing but she didn't care. There was something deeper than common sense at play as she walked back into the store and right up to Jeremy. "Here's my number, gimme a call later." She smiled as she pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled her number on it and tucked it into his pocket. Jeremy only barely got a chance to turn around before Trina ran back out of the store. 

As soon as she got home she was on her bed with her legs spread and Titan pressed up between her thighs. A few minutes of fantasizing about Jeremy and her cunt was squeezing down on the Titan. She'd undressed him with her mind, he had strong toned arms and abs you could wash clothes on. His cock was every bit as thick and hard as her toy. She was about to cum when the phone rang startling her.

She stared for a moment at her ringing phone wondering who it could be. Was it Jeremy calling to take her out on a date? Was it Kevin calling to tell her how he much he loved her. Of course she knew it wasn't Kevin, that just the way she rationalized answering the phone with a vibrator still shoved deep inside her.

"Hello." It was Jeremy on the phone. He'd just gotten off of work and wanted to know if she could join him for a cup of hot coffee. "Tonight?" She could almost feel him smiling on the other end, she could certainly hear it in his voice as he explained that was why he called. He could easily postpone it if she was busy though. 

Trina knew better than to go out to meet a man for a cup of coffee. It sounded innocent enough, just two people meeting a sharing a beverage. She knew that he wasn't really interested in the coffee though, in all fairness she wasn't thinking about coffee either. She could have refused him, she should have refused him. Instead she said. "Let me take a shower real quick and I'll meet you at Starbucks." He accepted told her to be there at eight and hung up the phone.

She drew in a deep breath staring at the phone in disbelief. She'd just agreed to go on a date with some complete stranger who'd bagged her groceries that afternoon. She pulled her vibrator out and set it next to her bed and picked up a pair of jeans and a random tee shirt and set the water running. "Just a cup of coffee, I'm not doing anything wrong." The voice in the back of her head was in pretty strong disagreement with that statement though. It was telling her that this was cheating, her husband wouldn't have let her have a friendly cup of coffee with the bag boy if he were here. 

As she stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash down over her breast she remembered that it was his fault he wasn't here. Kevin didn't have to join the military, he could have gone to college and gotten a good job. When he found out they were going to war he could have refused to go. She lathered up her washcloth and started soaping up her body. What kind of man leaves his young attractive wife at home anyway? The voice of her conscience still was satisfied though as she washed her privates and then started rinsing off. It was still wrong, Kevin was going to fight a war for freedom and democracy. 

The drying woman shook her head as she dried off. Her husband was off collecting oil for a president who was impressing his father. It was his own fault and she wasn't doing anything wrong. Just having a friendly cup of coffee.

If she'd been going out for just any cup of coffee she probably would have frowned when she saw her reflection. It just wasn't what she wanted to wear and she took it off and headed into her closet wearing just her black thong and lace bra. "What to wear, what to wear?" She thumbed through the dresses she owned eventually pushing them all aside. Didn't want this to look like it was a date did she? She settled finally on a blue mini skirt and a white top. She pulled her hair back into a pony tail and drove off.

He was waiting for her when she arrived dressed in a black button up shirt with a red tie. His black slacks seemed tailored to his form displaying her firm squeezable buttocks. To finish it off he had on a pair of black leather shoes polished to a shine. If she'd found him attractive before he was unbelievable know. "Hey Trina." He motioned her over to him the moment she walked into the store. "Looking good." He even smelled great.

"Hey yourself Jeremy. You look all spiffy, where are you going?" Trina asked as she got in line next to him.

"No where important. I was considering heading down to the Red Hall later on tonight. One of my boys is performing there tonight. If you want I can get you in." He smiled.

"Really?" The Red Hall was nearly impossible to get into, it was the kind of place that people camped out in front of for a two hour wait. It was the biggest under twenty one club in San Diego.

"Of course." He ordered himself triple espresso. "Its on me get whatever you want Trina."

She ordered herself a caramel macchiato. "You could really get me in?"

"I can get you in through the backdoor where the bands are going to be."

"I would have to change. I can't go like this!" She looked herself over. In just a moment her opinion of her outfit had gone from cute to trashy in an instant. "Follow me." She took her coffee and hopped back into her Durango leading Jeremy right to her house.

It was the only place she wanted to be with him, and the last place she needed to be. She hardly gave it a second thought as she pulled up in front of her home and got out leading Jeremy into her house.

"Not bad. You live by yourself?" He asked as he let his eyes wander around the room. Her apartment really wasn't much, a kitchen/dining room, a living room, a bathroom and a bedroom. The furniture was all nice and well kept though, black leather and black metal entertainment center in the living room.

The idea of lying instantly jumped into Trina's mind. After all it wasn't really a lie to say that she lived by herself. Her husband hadn't been back in months and wouldn't be back for months. Her conscience was screaming in her head that she needed to be honest with the man though as she headed back to her bedroom. "Wait here I'll be back in a minute."

"What am I doing?" She whispered as she dropped the skirt down to the floor and tossed her shirt aside. Trina only stopped to considered it for a moment before she pulled down a black floor length dress. It was slit along the hips and thighs giving a glimpse of her thighs every time she took a step. Above that there was a cut out for her belly a bra like top that barely concealed her breasts. It was backless as well, held on by a single tie on the back of her neck. Compared to the rest of her dressed this one was mild. Just slipping it on though made her feel like a new woman. Trina knew that he was standing in the living room waiting for her. Trina picked out her favorite pair of black platform heels and slipped them on. 

Jeremy's jaw nearly dropped as she stepped out of her living room. "You like?" She asked spinning around slightly for him. Jeremy nodded dumbly staring at her. She could almost literally feel his gaze as starting at her legs and working their way up. It was a wonderful feeling to have a man staring at her like that. Part of her, the part between her thighs dripping with desire, wanted to throw him down on the bed right then. "Then let's go." Trina walked up beside him making certain he got a good look at her chest before leaning up to kiss him gently on the cheek. "C'mon."

With a smile on his face Jeremy hooked her arm and lead her out to his car. "Don't worry I'll drive, you won't be able to by the time we come back." Trina was beyond listening her screaming conscience when she got in the car. 

He hadn't been bluffing about being able to get into the Red Hall. As soon as they had arrived he'd made a quick call to his friend and they'd been ushered through the line and into the booming club. The dance floor was completely packed with grinding sweating bodies and the air thick with the smell of musk, cologne and sweat.

It was completely overwhelming. Trina had never actually gotten into the club despite constantly bugging her husband. Now she was squeezed up against a boy she'd only met that afternoon strutting her stuff on the dance floor. Half bent over her hips were grinding against his crotch as she smiled over her shoulder at him. 

Two months without dancing had left Trina hungry to experience the feeling again. The vertical expression of love as she let his hands move over her hips, A man's touch on her skin and the flush of desire as she felt him hardening against her. She wasn't thinking about her husband thousands of miles away, she was only thinking about him behind her. She leaned up against him tossing her hair back over his shoulder and laying her hands over his.

It was the first time in days that she'd noticed the slender gold band around her ring finger. Somehow that had escaped her until she used her ringed hand to guide his hands up to her breasts. "I can't do this." She thought reaching over and running her finger over her diamond. 

She remembered when he'd slipped it on her finger, he'd taken her out to the beach. He'd been to nervous to speak so he'd just handed her the box and waited for her response. The only response he'd gotten were her tears of joy. As she realized that the man behind her wasn't her husband she felt tears trying to well up. It's his own fault. She wiped her tears away and spun around in his grasp resting her head on his chin.

Jeremy's breath against her ear and his hands sliding down her back to grip her butt aroused her. "I have to use the bathroom." She whispered in his ear and spun away from him.

A minute later she was sitting in a stall in the bathroom shuddering. It had only taken him a few minutes to get her so soaked. Her panties had a dark spot and her inner thighs literally glistened with her juices. The voice in her head was completely silent as she brought her fingers down between to her cunt and started stroking her clit. There was no guilt at all as she imagined that it was Jeremy between her legs. He'd tell her how beautiful she was. He'd kiss all over her body inch by inch. She was about to cum when a pair of ladies entered the restroom. All of a sudden it was like she could hear her own heart beat and she was certain that the women could hear her fingers rubbing against her wetness. They would hear her labored breathing and the nearly silent gasp that she couldn't help but make when she came. 

Trina held her breath as she sat on the toilet for a few seconds listening as the two girls washed their hands. They were gossiping about something unimportant and hard to hear. Trying her best to remain unnoticed Trina removed her already soaked panties and slipped them into her purse adjusted her dress and stepped out of the stall. Neither woman seemed to notice the blonde step out of the bathroom.

Jeremy had headed to the bar already in the few minutes she'd been away. The stool beside him was empty and a pair of drinks sat beside him. She took her first step towards him trying to stop the thundering sound of her heart in her chest. When she too her second step she took her wedding ring off and slipped it into her purse right next to her panties. 

"For me?" She asked as she slid onto the stool beside Jeremy.

"Of course. Who else would it be for?" He took his and started drinking. 

"I dunno." Trina lifted her glass and took a sip recoiling quickly. "What's in it?" 

"Rum n'Coke. Don't worry I'm not drinking I have to drive you home after this." Trina looked up at him. She would have asked him why did he want her drunk but answer was obvious. With a smile she tilted her glass up chugging the rest of her drink.

"How?" She asked.

"I told you, I know everybody here." He laid down a twenty on the bar and a moment later a second drink was waiting for Trina.

"You know Jeremy." She took a swallow of her drink taking a deep breath as it burned down her throat. She leaned forward and gripped his tie nearly yanking him off the stool as she pulled him closer. "If you wanted in my pants you just had to ask." She smiled pushing his face down into her chest for a moment then letting him up.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Jeremy stood up taking her by the hand. 

Trina giggled and shook her head. "You gotta ask!" She hissed at him.

"Trina, would you like to go home now?" Finishing her second drink with one big swallow she nodded and let him lead her out of the club to his Civic. As soon as she sat he sat down she leaned across the center and desperately pressed her lips against his. Her hands were moving over the smooth fabric of his shirt as his moved up her thighs moving the strips of fabric out of his way. Her legs spread naturally letting his hands move from her thighs to her pussy. 

"Not here." He whispered gently pushing her away from him and starting up the car.

Not here, not in his car. Not anywhere. The little voice was returning even as she reached across the car and unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. The sound of his zipper wasn't enough to drown out her conscience which now sounded a lot like her husband. "You're going to take this man home? You're going to fuck him in your our bed?" 

Wrapping her lips around Jeremy's cock partially silenced the voice in her head. The voice retreated even farther when she started slurping on his cock. It just a little bit over six inches long, only slightly more than her husbands and nothing compared to her toy. Jeremy had one hand on the back of her head as he drove towards her apartment. She could feel his chest expanding with each breath and hear his gasps as he drove.

"We're here." He gasped pulling his car to a stop in her driveway. If she'd still been thinking Trina wouldn't have dared keep sucking his cock in her driveway. Out in the open where anybody could see her adulteress actions. Any common sense she might have had completely evaporated as he groaned. That was one thing that her video lover never did. It was something her vibrating Titan couldn't do, make her feel appreciated. 

If he hadn't moaned she wouldn't have started sucking so hard, running her tongue up and down the length of his hard cock. All he had to do was lean back and let her bob her head up and down over his hard cock. The sound of his pleasure was enough to make her moan. One of her hands slipped down between her thighs shoving two fingers into her dripping snatch as she continued to slurp. 

Jeremy didn't notice that a woman was watching the two of them through their window of her apartment. The only thing that she was noticing was that Jeremy's cock was beginning to throb in her mouth and the windows of his car were fogged over. "Stop stop!" Jeremy gasped pulling his hips back from her lips for a moment. 

There was no need for words between the two of them, Trina knew that she needed his cock inside her. She kissed his chest and up to his throat. "I want you." She whispered hotly in his ear.

"I need you." He replied gripping her hips and helping her straddle his waist. 

This time she did listen to the voice, if only for the briefest second. "Condom." She gasped. Jeremy reached out past her flailing for his glove compartment and gripping one rushing to rip open the package. 

Trina's body was literally quaking with anticipation as she watched the man grip his cock. She was mesmerized all over again by the thick veins on his shaft as he rolled the rubber down over it. 

Jeremy barely got a chance to move his hands out of the way before she stradled him and sat down on his cock. All six inches of his cock slid into her into her without any effort. That was the exact feeling she needed, a warm flesh and blood cock buried inside her. Trina screamed her first orgasm into his shoulder as soon as she sank down on his shaft. 

"Thank you baby." She bit down on his ear. It always drove Kevin wild, just like it did when he felt her nails raking down his shoulders. "Harder." He gripped her by the hips bouncing her up and down on his cock.

Her second orgasm was building up in her stomach as he gripped her hips. Each movement of her hips brought her one little step closer until she was just thrusting her hips as quickly as she could. The entire car was rocking as Jeremy eyes locked on her and widened as he started cumming. Even through the condom Trina could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her thrusting her into a second orgasm.




The Marine's Wife Ch. 03



As soon as it ended she collapsed against his chest kissing gently at his neck. "I don't normally-"

"Shhh" He hushed her returning the kiss.



The Marine's Wife Ch. 04



Dear Trina,

Singapore is an amazing place, I don't even really know how to tell you what this place is like. Everything in it is brand new and up to date, it looks like one of those cities of the future on TV. It is so clean here, there's no litter on the ground and nobody spits. There are no fat people and they still have Mc Donalds. They sell some weird stuff over here though, like a double Mc Chicken. When I get back I'll have a lot of souvenirs for you my love. I still think about you all the time and it's even harder being here in Singapore. It seems like all my buddies are hooking up left and right and stay out all night. I'm mostly stuck on the boat playing Halo. I'm about halfway through Legendary setting after just two days. Fortunately we'll be out of here soon so everybody else will be around to keep me company. Keep an eye on the mail babe. I sent you something that should be arriving soon

Love,

Kevin.

Trina kept that letter along with all the other's her husband had sent her hidden from Jeremy who was spending most of his nights at her place now. Right now he was still asleep from their last nocturnal romp but she was awake. Next to her was an empty spot on her nightstand where her wedding picture had once sat. Now that it was hiding with the rest of her marriage in a small box under her bed the spot looked empty. She felt empty. Her conscience had long since tired of telling her what a horrible person she was. Instead it had been replaced with the voice of her desires that was reminding her of the naked man laying to her left.

She rolled toward him draping one leg over his middle and arm over his chest snuggling herself tightly against him. Trina loved having a man in the bed with her again, warm, strong, masculine. The scent of man in her bed was comforting and exciting at the same time and her giant bed felt empty without him to help fill it. 

"Morning sleepy head." She whispered as her lips lightly pressed against his cheek.

"Mornin' sunshine." He yawned first stretching his arms and back. Just like she did every morning Trina traced her fingers over the lines of his abs as he stretched. His strong arms wrapped around her slender figure and pulled her against him kissing her softly. His hands roamed eager over her back down to grip at her ass pulling her deeper into his kiss as his tongue slipped past her lips.

There was nothing she loved more than waking up to in his arms like this. The his warmth against her body and lower she could feel his little man standing up and pressing against her thigh. "Good morning to you too." She whispered slipping her hand between them to grasp his cock.

"He's always happy to see you." Jeremy grinned cradling her head for a third kiss. This time he practically smashed his face against hers jamming his tongue into her mouth along with hers. His tongue hotly penetrated her face as he rocked his hips gently against her hand. Trina moaned in response stroking his cock quickly until she felt the pre-cum ooze from the tip. 

Her hand stopped in place so her thumb could smear the juices over the crown of his cock. Slowly Trina broke away from the kiss keeping her eyes locked on his she started to slip beneath the covers. By the time she reached his cock she was just a lump beneath the sheets. 

Jeremy's body went stiff as she licked the underside of his sack. Her tongue expertly caressed each of his nuts before she slurped them into her mouth cleaning them with her spit. His hard cock rested on her forehead as she inched a little lower tracing the seam of his scrotum with her tongue. His breathing quickened as her lower lip grazed against his cheeks then started her way back up. "I wonder." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

One hand moved back to his cock slowly gliding up and down its length but the other slipped into her pussy till it was coated in her juices. Then she brought it slowly up behind her lover gently teasing his puckered anus. "What are you doing?" He breathed his body tensed tightly and arced nearly off the bed.

"Trust me." She responded gently pushing against the tight ring of muscle. Her tongue was again focused on his balls slurping and stroking his cock. Jeremy stopped breathing for a moment as her finger slipped inside him. It was only the tip but it felt like he was completely stuffed. It was the strangest feeling inside him though tingling at the base of his cock like he wanted to cum. She pushed just a little farther and his breath escaped forcing him to gasp for another breath as his cock started pulsating in her hand. 

"Oh my god!" He gasped clawing at the sheets as he stared down at her. She was still hidden from his view. Trina was moaning now in anticipation of the explosion she knew was coming for her. Her lips moved up over the tip of his cock now tracing the sensitive ridge with her tongue as she jacked him into her mouth. It only took a few firm strokes before his warm jizz flooded her mouth and washed over her tongue. 

Trina didn't stop sucking and stroking until Jeremy's body completely relaxed and then she only took one last slurp forcing the last drop of his tongue onto her tongue. Without swallowing she slipped out from under the sheets smiling at the man who'd made her so happy. She wanted him to see as she swallowed his cum into her gullet.

"Whoa, what got into you babe?" Jeremy asked letting his head fall back onto the pillow staring up at the ceiling.

"Just happy to see you." She replied kissing his belly and then snuggling up against him again lightly kissing the nape of his neck. "I love you." She was leaning close for another kiss when the doorbell interrupted her.

The clock read eight fifteen when Trina turned over to face it with a groan. "Who could that be? Be right back love." She smiled pulling a red robe around her frame and striding to the door. 

Three months ago she wouldn't have considered opening the door dressed in a sheer robe that didn't quite cover the curve of her ass. She definitely would have made certain it was closed completely instead of giving a fair view of her chest. Neither of these thoughts even crossed her mind as she opened the door to rugged looking older man holding a boquet of roses. "Sign here miss." He handed her the roses and then offered her a small clipboard with a pen chained to it. 

"Flowers?" She questioned holding her flowers up and looking them over. "Who sent me flowers?" Spinning the boquet around she found a small pink card in the shape of a heart. She opened it and silently read. "To my dearest Trina. I love you. Kevin." Suddenly her legs refused to support her as she realized there was a man her husband's bed. It wasn't the first time the thought had entered her mind, it was something she couldn't make herself ignore. She scrawled her name beside the "x" and closed the door before sinking to her knees with her back against the door.

"What is it?" Jeremy asked as he stepped into the living room. He was dressed in his favorite green silk boxers as he stared down at her. Trina didn't respond as she sat clutching her flowers to her chest sobbing. "What's wrong babe?" He sat down beside her wrapping arm around her shoulder. He pulled her against him.

Every bone in her body wanted to tell him the truth, he was too nice a guy to be treated like that. When she thought about him leaving her, and her bed being empty she buried her face in her arms. "My aunt died."

"I'm sorry." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her back into the bathroom and started running her a bath. 

"Wha-" She started to speak but he hushed her as he walked around her bathroom till he found her bubble bath and added that to the water.

"Just relax Trina." He slipped around behind her untying her robe and letting it puddle around her ankles before guiding her into the hot bubble filled water. As soon as she completely in the water he kissed her softly on the lips. "Just wait here." Jeremy stepped away for a moment then came back resting a small stereo on sink right next to the roses. He put an R Kelly CD on before kneeling beside the tub holding her hand and gently kissing her knuckles. "Now relax, is there anybody I need to call?" 

Trina looked up at him sniffling and wiping away tears. "No."

"Ok, I'll be back in a minute." He left Trina to her thoughts at that point which was probably the worst thing he could have done. She couldn't take her eyes off of the flowers that her husband had sent her from foreign soil. That her lover was pampering her with a bath and about to cook her breakfast to console her for the death of an aunt that was actually alive. 

"I'm a horrible person." She whispered sinking as far into the water as she could. 

When Jeremy walked into the bathroom he had a plate with eggs, sausage and a biscuit on it. He was still dressed in just his boxers when he sat on the edge of the tub. "Open up babe" She nodded and smiled softly as Jeremy fed her. It was sweetest thing he'd ever done for her and she didn't deserve it. "You gonna be ok babe?" Trina looked up at him sniffling before nodding. "Ok I have to go to work I'll be back tonight ok?" Trina nodded again then closed her eyes.

A knock at the door woke her from her pleasant slumber. "Who could that be?" Trina sighed and emerged from the now cool water and dried off. The knocking got louder as she pulled her robe around herself and moved to the door.

"I know you're in there! Open the door Trina!" It was her neighbor Trey. He used to work with Kevin before he'd gotten out of the Corps at the end of the previous year. Trina had always hated the leering black man. 

"What do you want?" Trina called back through the door.

"Do you really want me to start airing out your dirty laundry? I could just call the shop, I'm sure somebody could get in touch with Kev for me." Trina's heart stopped as she realized he knew. She unlocked the door and cracked it open just far enough to get a look at Trey. 

He was still in excellent shape and the black undershirt did nothing to conceal his toned chest and arms. His lopsided grin would have been attractive if she could feel him undressing her already. "I thought you might see shit my way honey." He pushed his way into the room shutting the door behind him. "Now lets talk."

"I don't have anything to say to you Trey." The feel of his eyes traveling the length of her legs set her skin crawling. 

"So there hasn't been a white boy coming to your house every night and leaving in the morning?" He walked past her into her kitchen pulling out a glass. "You want one girl?" He pulled down a bottle of vodka then moved to her refridgerator and pulling out her carton of OJ.

"No, thank you." She frowned following him into her kitchen. "Please make yourself at home."

Trey paused as he poured himself a screwdriver and looked up at her. "Don't get lippy with me bitch, with very little effort I can make your life very miserable." He held the glass up in cheer and then took a large swallow. "You sure you don't want one? Might make it easier on you when I figure out what I'm gonna do to you."

"Don't play stupid with me Trey, I know you wanna fuck so lets just get it over with."

His smile widened as he took a sip of his drink. "You really think I'm gonna let you off with a simple fuck? I fuckin own you now unless you want everybody to know what a cheating skank you are." He took a big swallow of his drink and sat down on her stool. "So how much is this secret worth to you?"

"You bastard." She seethed glaring at him.

"That's not an answer girl. I need to know." He smiled pouring a second screwdriver. "Here, you need a drink." 

She frowned but accepted the glass swallowing half of it in a single gulp. "What do you want Trey?"

"Well we can start with a blow job and some tail, I'll figure out what I want from you later for now strip." Trina took a deep breath but she knew she was beaten so her hand moved up to the belt of her robe and untied it. She forced her eyes down to the floor as she opened the robe exposing her nude body to him.

"Not bad, not bad at all." Trey walked closer wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up against him. "Don't look so upset, I'm starting to get the impression that you really don't want to be here."

"I don't." She hissed pushing away from his chest.

"You know that really hurts my feelings babe. You know words can hurt." He reached down and unzipped his pants fishing out his cock. Trina couldn't help but gasp when she saw it, he wasn't even completely hard yet and it was still bigger than any cock she'd ever seen. She could see the thick veins on Trey's cock as it stiffened before her. "You know what to do." 

Trina eased down onto her knees running her hands over his well muscled thighs. He was definitely well built, his thighs were chiseled like stone and above that his perfectly formed abs rippled with each breath. She slipped her tongue over the tip of his penis watching as it finished hardening. Trey's cock was almost as big as the Titan it had to be a full eight inches long. "Never seen one like that have you?" Trey boasted as he rubbed the tip over her lips." 

Trina opened her mouth and took the tip of his massive organ between her lips. The corners of her mouth felt like they would split as he started pushing farther into her mouth. She could barely breathe around his cock and pulled back for a breath. "Don't worry honey, no girl has ever handled it all." Trina looked back at it in awe and wrapped her lips around it a second time pushing a bit of it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. It didn't do anything for her that Trey was moaning, she only wanted him to cum so this could be over. She gripped his hips digging her fingers into the thick muscles of his backside holding herself in place as she bobbed her head up and down on the tip.

For a moment she started to forget who was doing this to her and her juices started flowing. The idea of that monster cock between her thighs was an intoxicating thought. It would stretch her insides farther than Kevin or Jeremy had, it would touch new spots deep inside her. If she was lucky he might pull her hair, she felt like enough of a whore already that he might as well treat her like one.

"On your knees." Trey commanded pulling his cock from her lips and lightly smacking her cheek with it. His voice thrust her back into reality though which wasn't any better. She knew she was wet thinking about his thick black cock and that she was going to enjoy being raped by her neighbor. 

"I wonder what Kevin would think if he knew what you were up to while he's away?" Trey teased rubbing his saliva coated cock head against her clit. It was hard to ignore the jolt of excitement shooting up her spine when he rubbed against her. It was impossible to keep from moaning as when he pushed the tip of his cock into her. "Would he love you if he knew you were fucking his neighbor and some little boy?" He thrust more of himself into her. 

It was hard to deside which was worse, his degrading words of the tingle they gave her. Tears were filling her eyes but they weren't nearly as intense as the feeling of him pushing his way into her. He had one hand on her shoulder pulling her back against him for each thrust. She refused to give him the satisfaction of moaning so she bit down on her lip. "Would it be ok that he married a dirty cheating whore?" She sobbed and bucked back against him.

"No." She whispered. 

"What was that?" He asked gripping a handful of her hair.

"No." She hissed loud enough for him to hear. Another inch of black cock sank into her pussy forcing her to shudder. 

"You're just a fucking whore ain't ya. Look at you enjoying this."

"I'm a whore." She replied pushing against him trying to get him entirely inside him. Trey's thick cock was everything she imagined it would be stretching her walls and rubbing against spots she didn't know she had. Each time he thrust she could hear her juices sloshing out of him. "I'm a whore." She whispered wiping the tears from her face and slamming back against him again before she came dousing his rod in her juices. 

"You're my whore." Trey yanked his cock out of her pussy and twirled her around jerking his cock furiously just over her face. "If you don't do exactly what I say then everybody will know what a slut you are understand?"

"Yes." She sobbed. Trina could see his cock pulsing just a few inches from her face. The first blast slammed into her eye, the second over the bridge of her nose. He was aiming for her mouth but she'd kept it closed so instead he ended up glossing her lips. 

"Good girl. Now I gotta bounce, don't want to interrupt you and your man." Trey wiped the tip of his cock clean on her forehead before pulling his pants up and walking out. 

Trina remained on the floor for almost and hour crying and watching the door. She knew she had to take a shower before Jeremy got home, he'd hate her if he knew she was cheating on him. "What's going on here?" She was cheating on her husband, she was cheating on her lover and worst of all, she loved it. She couldn't wait for the Trey's next visit. 



The Marine's Wife Ch. 05



Dear Trina,

 There isn't a lot of stuff to tell you about the war. I mean I know that on tv war is all these cool explosions and people fighting for their lives. It really isn't like that most of the time. My average day starts at five thirty in the morning and consists of taking a tiny bus to the chow hall which is a tent so big you could put half our block inside it. Then I come back and we do a FOD walk which is pretty much picking up trash and shit like some boy scouts. After we finish that I usually play Halo or watch movies, we've completed all of Buffy, Angel, Dawson's Creek, Nip Tuck and watched the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy in a single day. Oh and we've watched all of Family Guy and the Simpsons. 

 It's times like this that I'm able to really understand just how much I miss you. You get used to not having home cooked meals. You learn to forget about having sex, eventually. You never really stop wondering why its so cold at night and why there isn't anybody for you to wrap your arms around at night. That is by far the single hardest part about being out here and it drives you wild. I can't wait to be back in your loving arms.

Love

Kevin

Kevin never failed to draw tears with his sweet words but at least this time there wasn't anybody around to see her cry. She was in love Kevin, just the thought of the boy she'd married brought a smile to her face. There were years of precious memories that she just couldn't replace attached to him. "Shit." She sniffled wiping her tears away. "Jeremy hates to see me cry." 

It was hard to believe that life had suddenly gotten so complicated so quickly. She had a husband in Iraq whom she loved deeply. Then there was Jeremy who was simply amazing. He served her breakfast in bed, massaged her back and took her dancing. He was by far the sweetest man she'd ever met. Trey on the other hand was exciting on an animal level. The things he did to her, with her made her blood boil and her cunt cream. 

The Horton Plaza mall was unusually empty the day that she chose to go shopping for Jeremy's birthday present. She knew exactly what she was going to get him, a Chargers jersey. It wasn't really his favorite team but she imagined that the presentation would make up for it. She was going to invite him over and answer the door dressed in just his jersey. Then she was going to ride him to the most fantastic orgasm of his entire life.

It took her about an hour to find the perfect jersey for her man. It was odd that she thought of him as "her man" but when he came to mind that's what he was. She knew she loved Kevin but she didn't think of him much between his letters, instead she focused in on the flesh and blood men of her life. Another fifteen minutes later she was nude except for his jersey and waiting anxiously for his knock. 

Instead it was the phone that rang. The first thought to cross her mind was that Jeremy had to delay them for some job related circumstance. Something that would have been beyond his or her ability to control but it wasn't. It wasn't even Jeremy, instead Trey's voice came through the other end of the phone. "Hey girl, how you doin?"

Mixed feeling raged through her body whenever she heard his voice or saw his physical form. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to be disgusted at the way he treated womn or if she should just trust the itch between her legs and the damp spot that formed over her crotch. "I want you over here now."

"But I'm waiting on Jeremy. It's his birthday."

"Do I sound like I really give two shits about your personal life?"

"I have to be here for his birthday. I thought we agreed?"

"Agreed on what? That I won't tell nobody? I won't. For your sake you shouldn't either. I guess you better explain to your boy that you are going to visit your mother or something huh?"

"Trey, please." She waited a moment for his response but instead all she got was the sound him hanging up the phone. "Fuck him. I'm staying here."

She got up and slipped into the shower trying to push Trey's words out of her mind. It was a futile effort though as her fingers hand crept down over her stomach. What would he have made her do this time? Was he going to make her swallow, was he going to take her ass again? What degrading thing was he planning? Her legs spread as Trina's fingers started gently grazing over her lips. He'd probably start the same way he always did, by ripping her clothes off and pushing her onto the bed. He'd roughly grope at her breasts pinching her nipples till they hardened. He put her on her back and make him lick his nuts. 

At first only a single finger slipped into her cunt gently pumping inside her. Then a second joined it stretching her insides just slightly. The full feeling was intense, Trina felt her knees nearly buckle as her thumb grazed over her clit. The hot water pounding over her tits, her hard nipples coupled with her talented fingers pried a pleased sigh from her lips. She left her thumb pressed against that hard knob of flesh that brought her so much pleasure. Every little twitch of her thumb released another wave of pleasure through her body that she could feel gathering in her stomach.

It was the exact same feeling she always got when Trey's big black cock was pounding in and out of her pussy. She'd never really thought anything about blacks, nothing negative, nothing positive the idea that they were different had barely occurred to her growing up. The first time he shoved that brutal piece of meat inside her though she'd noticed at least one very obvious difference between the races. It was more than his size though, it was the raw energy he put into her. Trey was like a wild animal when he fucked reminding Trina of just how fragile she was in his grasp.

A third finger wedged its way inside her, just enough that it was deliciously painful. It reminded her of how he would stretch her if he were here. "Oh gawd." She muttered as her legs finally gave out from under her leaving her kneeling in the shower. The water sprayed down over her back as her pussy clenched around her fingers. From her dripping cunt she brought her fingers up to her face licking her juices from them. Its exactly what she wished Trey would do to her. 

He'd pushed her limits, shown her a new side of herself but she wanted to know how much she could take. What were the depths of depravity? What horrible things could he do to her that would give her that delicious feeling of having done something wrong? It felt so good to be bad.

Trina slipped out of the shower and dried herself off. Jeremy wasn't due to show up for another ten minutes, more than enough time for her to handle what she needed to do. She snatched up the phone dialing Trey's number as quickly as she could manage. The sound of it ringing on the other end left her breathless. 

"Where are you girl?" Trey asked.

"I'm not coming. I can't. Before you say anything please hear me out." She paused to gather her breath and to will her heart down to a normal speed. It felt like an eternity waiting for his response before a slight grunt informed her that he was waiting. "If you let me spend the night with Jeremy I'll let you do anything you want to me next time. I want you to live out your fantasies on me." 

She could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone. Trey's voice was almost a full octave higher than normal when he responded. "Anything?"

"Anything." She assured him. She knew just enough to realize she hadn't a clue what he was going to do to her. Her nipples were hardening as she waited for him to respond. 

"Fine. You better be ready for some hardcore shit though Trina. You sure you're down?" He asked.

At first she nodded but then she remembered he could see her. "Yes. What are you going to do to me?"

"Ever heard of Mason's Dirty Trixxx or Max Hardcore?" Trey asked. He hung up without giving her a chance to respond, he already knew the answer.

Trina was left in her room holding a lifeless phone in her hand and listening to the intrusive recorded operator telling her to hang up and dial again. She didn't know what he was talking about but she wasn't sure if she'd gotten what she wanted or if she was in over her head. Only her lower lips were certain salivating at the thought of Trey's thick dark sausage.

She quickly cleared her mind of Trey and focused on the man driving to her house right then. "The jersey." She opened the bag sitting at her feet and pulled out the blue white and yellow jersey and looking at it one last time. Snatching off the last price tag Trina slipped the shirt on over her nude body. On her man it would fit the way it was meant to coming just past his waist. On her it looked like a short dress trying to cover her ass and failing. One shoulder was falling out of the head hole giving her the appearance of a little girl in her father's clothing.

The sound of his car pulling up sent Trina scrambling to the door like school girl to stare through the peep hole. He still had his apron on as he strode up to the door digging in his pocket for the house key she'd given him. Trina let him get close enough to put the key into the door and then threw it open exclaiming "Happy Birthday!" She smiled and leapt onto him wrapping her legs around his waist and smothering him in a flurry of excited kisses. "Do you like your present?" She asked between kisses.

Both his hands were firmly gripping her bare bottom sticking out from beneath the jersey. "Of course I love getting some toosh." He grinned and gently slapped her bottom.

"No the jersey silly." She pouted leaning away from him so he could get a better look.

Jeremy stumbled into the house somehow managing to pull the door shut behind him. "Oh, that, I guess I like it." He teased hefting her a little higher on his hips.

"Meanie." She teased before pulling him into a kiss and shifting her weight. The shift was enough to guide him down to the floor and onto his back staring up at the woman mounting him. He moved his hands beneath the jersey and started to lift it when she smacked his hand. "No I want it to stay."

The smile on his face widened as he looked up. "Ok babe." 

He started to sit up to kiss her when she pushed him back down pinning him beneath her. Without a word she spun herself around on him so her naked hips were just inches away from his face. Her hands moved to his belt unfastening it as he leaned up and flickered his tongue across her already dripping flesh. Trina forced his trousers down to his knees and leaned down wrapping her lips around his cock.

Trina had to keep herself from laughing as she inched her lips down over Jeremy's six inch cock. When she met him she could hardly take half of it in without choking. After Trey Jeremy's six inch penis as almost a joke. Trina took a deep breath relaxing her throat and pushed herself down. It always pleased her to feel his cock stretching her throat just slightly and the involuntary twitch of his hips when she did it. Her nose was pressed against his hairless sack breathing in his masculine aroma. 

She raised her head from his cock and moaned as Jeremy went to work on her snatch. If there was any one thing he was incredible at it was using his tongue. The way he gently grazed it over her lips breathing on her clit before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Right now he was working his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, his nose pressed firmly against her backdoor. Trina tried to concentrate on sucking his dick as his lips wrapped around her clit gently pulling while his tongue flickered back and forth. It was impossible. It was impossible to do anything but shudder when his tongue was so expertly dancing over her flesh. The only thing she could do was mindlessly bob her head up and down over the tip of his cock.

Her fingers moved to his thighs as she pulled herself forward away from his thrashing tongue. She could feel the near orgasm coiling in her stomach and gently releasing as she looked at him over her shoulder. "You're good." Jeremy just licked his lips in response, his face glistening with her juices. She scooted herself forward till her hips were over his then aimed his cock up at her pussy and sat down on it. Trina reached forward grasping his ankles for support as she pumped her hips up and down on his cock. She knew he loved this angle, he loved to be able to see him slipping in and out of her body, he loved watching her ass pump and seeing her asshole.

Jeremy reached up behind her gripping her cheeks and slowly pulling them apart so he could stare at her ass. Then he surprised Trina when she felt something thick pressing against her rear entrance. His thumb popped in with little resistance all the way to the hand and it was incredible. Both of her holes were filled offering a unique pleasure. She could feel his cock rubbing against his thumb, it made her cunt so much tighter, she could feel the individual ridges on his cock. 

The orgasm that she'd denied herself a moment earlier came back in full force slamming her hips back against him trying to get more his flesh inside her. "More, more." He pulled her back harder teasing her asshole with another finger but her twitching cunt pushed him over the edge as well spilling his seed inside her. 

Exhausted Trina collapsed onto his legs smiling back at him. "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks. Best birthday ever." He smile and let his head down onto the carpet.



The Marine's Wife Ch. 06



Dear Trina

I wouldn't even mention this if I didn't think that you would hear it from somebody else soon enough because I don't want you to panic. We were attacked yesterday and it was one of the most frightening things that I've ever had happen. We heard the alarm going off but we've been drilling for so long that we pretty much ignored it. Then we could hear the blasts going off and see the impacts. Nothing was particularly close to me but it was more than enough to get me scrambling for the concrete bunkers. Once all of my unit was safe inside the bunkers we had to don our MOPP suits encase Saddam was using chemical agents of some sort. We are still in them as I write you this letter because we haven't gotten an all clear from HQ yet. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to me. 

I would love to write more to you my love but I have to help fill sandbags to reinforce our tents and bunkers. Thank you for your letter and I promise I'll answer your questions when I get a chance.

Love,

Kevin

*

The letter was tucked away inside Trina's purse along with the rest of the letters that her husband had sent her. Her long lost wedding ring was tucked into her coin purse. She hadn't worn it in over four months and it had been nearly as long since she'd even thought about it. Right now her thoughts were completely focused on the tiny band of metal. The gold ring was supposed to stand for something, for an ideal that she'd abandoned the moment she'd met Jeremy. 

It was hard to say that she regretted the way that her life was going. Jeremy was a sweet boy and he'd do anything just to make her smile one more time. She remembered when she'd started crying and he'd drawn her a bath and then breakfast in the tub. That night after she'd been taken by Trey he'd taken her out to her favorite restaurant. She smiled when she thought about Jeremy; he was so much like her husband that it was scary at times.

Trey on the other hand was like a wet dream come true. She didn't love him, she hated him. Hated that he was taking advantage of her, hated the way he looked at her. Most of all she hated how he made her feel, disgusting and delighted all at the same time. Everything he made her do was wrong and she would never have done it without being forced. It was the perfect excuse to be on her knees slurping at his cock like a common street whore or letting him splatter her face with his seed. 

Right now was one of those times that she hated him with all her heart and soul. She was on her way to his friend's house dressed up to his exact specifications. Her top was a white blouse tied off across her tits. Her breasts weren't even completely concealed by the outfit and her smooth stomach was completely bare. Her hair was done up into a pair of pigtails adorned with bright pink scrunchies that combine with her adolescent like over application of makeup gave her the desired jailbait look. Trey's exact words when he handed her the red plaid skirt and the knee high rainbow socks was that he wanted a woman who appealed to his inner pedophile. She wasn't wearing the four inch tall glass heels yet; she wasn't going to don those until she arrived at Trey's place. She didn't know what to expect, he only told her how to dress and when to arrive and according to the clock display she was already fifteen minutes late. 

It took another five minutes for her to arrive at the address Trey had given her. The house was rundown one story home with peeling paint and miniscule lawn littered with toys. She could hear the blaring base of the music from out on the lawn and see the silhouettes of the party goers. Trina took a deep breath and stepped out of her car slipping on the four inch tall glass heels and walked up to the door. Her knees were shaking as she stood at the door. 

The door opened before she knocked revealing a man who was nearly six and a half feet tall and pure muscle. "Trey, entertainment's here." He had a deep thundering voice to fit his colossal frame. "Come in." Trina gazed up at the man and shuddered but she did what she was told and entered the house.

Trey had a forty in one hand and a slender black woman in the other. "Trina, get yo' ass over here." 

"Damn check that ass." The man at the door hooted lifting her skirt up as she walked by.

"Bitch ain't got no draws!" The next shouted noticing the bare flesh beneath her short skirt.

"Hey quit making her feel all insecure and shit." Trey wrapped abandoned the woman and wrapped his arm around Trina pulling her against him. "I mean after all she's here for your entertainment." He lifted up her skirt again. "Hold still."

Trina didn't need to be told twice, it wasn't like she was really capable of denying Trey anyway. Anything he said she did instantly, even hold still while a room full of black men and women stared at her ass. She let him take her by the hair and lean her over kicking her legs apart so they could get an even better view. 

Each catcall was like a spark to her libido making her cunt just a little wetter. She could feel it oozing down her inner leg as they watched. "This little girl right here will do anything." Trey boasted gripping her chin and lifting it up to his lips. "Ain't that right baby?" Trina looked into his eyes and nodded. "Unzip my shit girl." 

There must have been twenty people present to watch as Trina sank to her knees and unzipped Trey's fly. She didn't need t be told to fish his delicious black cock out of his boxers or to wrap her lips around it and start sucking for the entire world to see. "I told you. And she's here for each and every one of you." She's suspected that since the moment she'd walked into the room so that didn't surprise her. What did was him taking a fistful of her hair and forcing his dick down her throat. "That's a good girl." He teased as she struggled against his cock stretching her throat coughing and gagging around his organ. "We're gonna make this slut bitch puke before the night ends." She didn't really hear him; she was too busy trying to keep get air into her lungs. Trey laughed as saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth around his cock smearing her bright red lipstick. It wasn't until her face started turning blue that he let her slip off his cock and collapse to the floor spitting and coughing.

"Not bad, what other tricks does she do?"

"You'll find out. Won't he baby?" Trey pulled her back up to her knees smearing his saliva coated cock over her face. "Now open your mouth." 

Trina's heart was still racing as she tried to take another gasp of air as he smeared her make up all over her face glossing her with her own saliva. "Please don't." She might have been saying one thing but she was hoping he'd continue. 

"Shut up bitch." Trey growled gripping her hair and pushing his cock back into her mouth. If she'd had any will of her own she would have fought back. Instead she did her best to not to heave and gag as he fucked her face. She could feel him pushing past her gag point and her entire body heaved each time he pushed farther into her mouth. She wasn't paying attention to the mass laughing at her; she was only focused on trying to keep air in her burning lungs. She was growing faint for the second time that night when he released her sputtering and coughing to the floor.

Gasping for air and trying to wipe her saliva from her face. The make up she'd spent so long applying was already running down her cheeks. Trey gripped her by the throat lightly squeezing as he pushed his dick back into her mouth this time watching as he stretched her cheeks with each thrust of his cock. "I hope you did a good job." Trey yanked his cock from her mouth leaving a string of saliva connecting them for a moment. He held her hair and turned her over shoving her face down on the carpet. 

Trina struggled against Trey as he pushed her down and held her in place but it was all for show. She didn't start struggling in earnest until on of the men walked over and placed his dirty boot on her cheek holding her down. She couldn't quite squeeze a sound out of her crushed lips as she felt the rubber sole dig into her flesh. Behind her Trey was pushing the tip of his cock against her puckered asshole. More tears formed in her eyes as she realized how men were staring at her and intended to use her before the night ended. 

"This bitch is tight." Trey grinned as he dug his fingers into her hips and continued pounding her ass. Each thrust should have pushed her forward but the boot on her face held her down. She could feel the tread dragging across her face as each time. It was embarrassing to know that her cunt was twitching every time he thrust back into her stretching her bowels in front of a dozen people but it did. She didn't want to feel her nipples hardening and her back arcing for just a few more inches but it was happening. 

"Ya'll wanna see how nasty this bitch is." He yanked his cock from her ass and held her cheeks apart. Trina felt his warm spit land on her ass then ooze down into her gapping hole. "Get me a forty." The next thing she felt was a cool glass neck pushing where his cock had been before and filling her insides with chilled beer. Her sphincter stretched to accept the hard phallus like glass into her bowels as he pushed and pushed. It wasn't nearly as thick as his cock but it was certainly longer. She tried to scream when the bottle started to widen but the boot on her face all but muffled her voice. All around her the crowd was hooting and hollering as the bottle was drained inside her.

Beer sloshed around in her intestines and it was one of the weirdest feelings she'd had in her life. Her anus clenched down trying to keep him from pulling the bottle out. It was like being turned inside out as it was pulled out of her body popping free as she started oozing beer down onto the floor. "Get the tube." A man handed Trey a clear hose which he pushed roughly into her beer filled rectum. 

Trina squealed and struggled to escape what she knew was coming. She felt it as Trey took sucked the beer straight out of her bowels and aimed the tube at her face. The entire room watched and laughed as the beer started too flowed over her face. The combination of malt and scum smeared the rest of her make up over her face. She sputtered as the foul mixture poured into her open mouth and nostrils nearly drowning her in filth. It was over in just a moment but it was one of the most horrifying moments in her Trina's life. "Smile." Trina couldn't even fake a smile from beneath the boot as Trey shoved the end of the tube into her mouth. The sound of cameras going clicking off around her. 

"We're not done yet Trina." Trey squatted down over her face moving his friend's boot away. There was a perfect smudge mark of the sole of his boot along with the smeared remains of her make up on her face. The foul stench of spilt beer mingled on the floor and in her matted blonde hair. "Have you ever heard of bukakke?"

Trina shook her head slowly as she looked at Trey. "I want to go home." She sobbed.

"You want your husband to find out what's going on? You want him to see these?" He reached back taking one of the instant pictures that had been taken a moment before. You want him to see you drinking beer out your shitter?" She was going to be trapped in this life until Trey eventually bored of her and she knew it. Tearful eyes locked on his as she shook her head. "Then you're going to be a good girl and do as you're told?" She nodded. "Now here is what you need to do, just suck dick and beg us all to cum on your face."

"Fine." She gripped Trey's cock in one hand and started stroking it in her hand. "Please Trey coat me in your cum, get your friend's over here."

"You heard the ho!" Trey shouted as he pushed his cock into her mouth again. She heaved coughing around his massive cock. Another thick cock came out of nowhere to smack against the side of her face and Trey pushed her off his cock. The stream of saliva was still connecting her lips to Trey's cock when the man to her right. He was just as brutal slammed his dick into the back of her throat. Trina spent the next fifteen minutes literally bouncing from cock to cock. 

"Cum. Cum. Cum." She gasped whenever she managed to suck air around the multitude of cocks being slammed into her face. It only took a few minutes before the first man was jerking his cock over her face groaning as he splattered her with thick ropes of white semen. That didn't stop the next man from laughing and stroking his cum onto her face. Before they stopped tossing her between them she'd taken seven loads of cum that completely coated her face.

"Smile." Trina did exactly as she was told and smiled for the cameras before licking her lips clean. It was barely over and she already knew she enjoyed it deep down. It was a great feeling to know that all these people were there for her. She smiled and dragging her fingers down over her face wiping the cum into her mouth and swallowing it. Her mouth was still filled with cum when she crawled over to the nearest camera and opened her mouth swishing it around with her tongue. "You're almost finished now. Swallow." Trina closed her eyes gargling the cum so bubbles frothed out of her mouth and ran down her cheeks then gulped down what remained in her mouth.

Trina collapsed to the floor staring up at the men around her determined not to cry for them. She knew that she deserved what had happened to her. "Can I go now Trey?" She asked making sure to steady herself before she spoke. It looked like he was going to say something cruel but he nodded to her and turned to find his clothes. Trina quickly gathered her clothes and dashed to the car. She didn't even drive home; she just sat in the car crying. 



The Marine's Wife Ch. 07



Kevin smiled as he stepped off the 747 and onto MCAS Miramar's airfield dressed in his desert "digis" with his giant green c-bag flung over one shoulder. It didn't matter that he'd been in the air for most of the last eighteen hours or that he was probably the only sober man on the entire plane, that stop over in Bangor Maine had been wild. All he really remembered of the east coast state was a drunken rendition of the Marine's Hymn that had brought every man in the airport to their feet. It was a moving moment but nothing that compared with getting to see the California sun hanging overhead. There just isn't a way to properly describe the first steps on American soil for a man who's been gone for six months. It's enough to say that as his steel toed boots hit solid one hundred and three degree asphalt of the flight line an irresistible smile crossed his face.

Less than a hundred feet from him were a few hundred people on their feet with signs in the air. It was like being a celebrity. Even though none of the signs had his name on them and not a single person was waiting for him to step off the ramp and into their arms it was still an overwhelming sight. His breath caught in his throat as he quickly read over the signs.

"Homecoming Hero."

"Thank You Heroes."

"God Bless the Corps."

He didn't have enough time to read them all as he walked across the flight line. There wasn't any reason for him to read them all, it was the same thing he'd seen in Bangor, Maine and Charlotte, North Carolina. The only thing he was interested in was getting home to see his beautiful wife. "Trina always did enjoy a good surprise." Kevin said to himself wading through the crowd of teary eyed relatives towards the only man he wanted to see, the armorer. In a quick practiced motion he cleared his M16 A2 service rifle and thrust it into the arms of the armorer who declared it clear and let Kevin walk away.

At that exact moment Trina was just starting to wake up, her legs twined around Jeremy's nude body. He'd decided to stay the night before and every moment of it had been incredible. Not that either of them could remember anything about it, there were clothes and bottles of liquor randomly placed around the room. "Mornin' babe." He whispered gripping her rear and kissing her softly on the forehead. "We need to get up, least I do."

"No don't get up." She trapped his leg between hers pulling her closer to him and laying her head against his chest. "Stay, just five more minutes." He struggled half-heartedly against her grasp trying to escape before relaxing. 

"I guess five more minutes won't kill me." Jeremy replied easing back against her. "Just five more minutes." He assured himself even as Trina reached down and wrapped her fingers around his soft shaft. All it took was the touch of her flesh to his to get his blood flowing. "I don't have time."

"I think you'll make time." Trina whispered slipping beneath the covers and out sight. Her hand was gently stroking his cock but her lips were moving lower to his sac and teasingly tracing the creases with her tongue. "Won't you?" He responded with a loud moan and twitching his leg. She knew then that she had him, before she wrapped her lips around his cock firmly tonguing his shaft.

Trina didn't hear a key being jiggled into the front door over his moans. The slight squeak of the mattress was easily drowned out the squeak of the door. Kevin knew what was happening almost instantly, a strange car parked in his spot. The drapes were drawn and she wasn't watching Passions. He knew the truth before he heard the sloppy slurping sounds from the bedroom. 

There was the briefest pause as he considered the possibility that his wife had just slipped in a porn movie. There wasn't any doubt as he got closer to the bedroom and saw the clothing strewn around the house. All the months that had gone by hadn't dulled his senses; he still knew the sound of his wife. He knew what he was going to find when he opened his door but he still couldn't stop himself. He wished he didn't have to reach out and grab the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

Her back was to the door so he couldn't see her face. She was riding him hard; Kevin could see her juices running down the man's cock as she fucked him. The entire bed was creaking as she bounced up and down. "YES!" Trina tossed her head back in rapture before leaning down against Jeremy's chest smothering him in a collection of kisses. "See wasn't that worth being a little behind schedule?"

"Yes." He swooned laying flat on the bed. "But I need to go now."

"You have no idea." Kevin growled. 

Trina nearly fell of the bed as she jumped off Jeremy and snatched the covers up around her body. Her soft eyes instantly locked with her enraged husband and the only thing on her mind was trying to find a place to hide.

"Who's that?" Jeremy asked sitting up and quickly snatching up his pants and pulling them over his crotch.

"I'm her-"

"He's my-"

"Husband." They both said in unison staring at each other.

"Oh. Oh." Jeremy's eyes widened as he stared at Kevin. He hadn't noticed before how much bigger than him Kevin was but was it was really obvious with him glaring down at him. "I had no idea man. I didn't know she was married or I would never."

"Get out." Kevin growled his eyes now completely focused on his wife. There was no need for him to repeat the request; Jeremy didn't even grab his shoes as he ran out of the door, pants in one hand a shirt in the other. Kevin could hear tires squealing outside the house as he walked toward his wife.

"I I didn't mean to?" Trina screamed scampering to the far end of the bed and holding up pillow to protect herself.

"You didn't mean to?" Kevin repeated stepping to the foot of the bed. "What, you tripped fell, landed on his dick?" He asked before gripping the bed sheets and snatching them off the bed. "You always fuck men in my bed? Is that the kind of nasty bitch you've become?" He roared throwing the sheets on the floor and walking over to him. Kevin walked over to the bed right beside her raising his hand to strike her. 

Trina couldn't move she just stared blankly at him through tear filled eyes. She made no effort to escape him. "Get the fuck out of my house you whore." Kevin whispered lowering his hand and slumping down on the bed the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes.

"Kevin." Trina whispered reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me." He whispered pulling his shoulder away from her. "Get out of my house."

"Where will I go?" She asked getting off the bed and getting dressed.

"I don't know. I don't care either." Kevin said covering his face and leaning over. He didn't want her to see the tears flowing from his eyes. "Just go." 

Trina looked at him one last time as she finished pulling her clothing on and walked to the door. Her fingers had just made it to the doorway when she looked back at her husband. "What have I done?" She thought as she looked back at him. She'd never wanted to hurt him, not Kevin who'd done so much for her. Kevin who loved her with all his heart. She'd been lonely but it was no excuse for the things she'd done, the things she had to make up for.

She pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside followed quickly by the rest of her clothing. Trina got down on her hands and knees crawling over to where Kevin was crying and pressed her lips to his boots before and looked up at him. "Kevin, I fucked up." She didn't flinch when he pulled back ready to slap her again. "Let me make it up to you. I can't leave you. I don't have a job, my mother lives across the country, my family lives across the country. I have no where to go. Don't kick me out."

Kevin stared at her for a moment before backhanding her nearly knocking her onto her back. "Why should I?" Kevin whispered fighting to keep his voice steady. 

"I'll do anything. What do you want; whatever you tell me to do I'll do it." Trina responded getting back on her knees. "Anything you say."

She's serious. Kevin realized as he stared down at his wife. He had no intention of forgiving her for what she'd done but a nude woman swearing she'll do anything is a hard thing for any man to ignore. It's an even harder thing to ignore when the last naked woman you saw was in a magazine with half the pages torn out. "Suck my dick."

Trina nodded reaching up and undoing his rigger belt and ripping it off, she gripped his fly tearing the buttons open and his pants down around his ankles. His hard cock had already slipped out of the opening his boxers. She could smell the sweat on his body, he hadn't showered in two days but she still leaned forward sucking his cock into her mouth. After Trey's party it was hardly a challenge to take her husband's cock all the way to the back of her throat. 

Kevin gasped as he felt Trina's nose nestled against his stomach. He unbuttoned his blouse as Trina bobbed her head up and down over his shaft. He pulled his blouse off; a second later he tossed his olive green undershirt away and gripped the back of her head. "Get on the bed Trina."

One last slurp and Trina scrambled up onto the bed face down in the pillows with her ass in the air. "Is that what you want honey?"

"You can call me Sir from now on and yes that is exactly how a bitch like you should be." He replied getting up off the bed and walking to the closet pulling a belt out of the closet. 

"Yes sir." She responded looking back at him.

Kevin gripped his belt in both hands doubling it over as he looked at his wife. As angry as he was it was hard to ignore her. "I'm going to spank you until I think you've learned your lesson."

"Yes sir." Trina whispered looking back at the belt. He'd only spanked her once and that was playfully. The idea of him trying to hurt her was frightened her. I love him, I deserve this. She whispered closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip.

Kevin held the belt in one hand as he walked back over to the bed staring at Trina's upturned ass. She's desperate. He realized as he moved alongside her letting the tip of the belt trace over her curves. "I'm going to give you ten lashes and you are going to keep count."

"Yes sir." Trina whispered glancing back at him again. She watched as he drew his arm back as far as it would go. It was the hardest thing she'd ever done to hold still for the blow to land on her ass. "ONE!" She screamed out clawing at the mattress. She'd barely finished speaking when the next blow landed on her thighs. "TWO!" She shrieked barely managing to hold her position.

The third blow was aimed at her ass and Kevin listened as she screamed out the next number. As the fourth blow landed on her ass and she didn't move Kevin realized how badly she wanted his forgiveness. It wasn't a matter of if she was sorry for what she'd done. A fifth strike that raised a welt over her thighs convinced him she was sorry. He could see her legs trembling as she struggled to keep from moving away from him.

"SIX!" Trina screamed tears flowing freely from her eyes. "Please no more!" She screamed bringing her hands up to cover her ass. 

"I'll fucking tell you when it's been enough!" Kevin shouted as he brought the belt down again.

Trina screamed and curled away from the belt looking back at him. She couldn't take another blow. "No more!" She screamed curled into a ball at the head of the bed. "

"Get back on your goddamn knees and take the rest of what's coming to you!" She screamed slowly getting back onto her hands and knees. Her face was buried in the pillows so she wouldn't see it coming. Just the fear of another strike had her gasping for air, her breasts heaving and wobbling beneath her. A seventh blow snapped down on her thighs tearing a scream from her lips and she tucked her knees beneath her. 

Mercy wasn't something Kevin was interested in as he landed the next blow across her ass. Trina's ass was criss-crossed with welts from the blows, red and slightly swollen. It was the most pain he'd ever seen her in and she deserved all of it. There were tears in his eyes as he landed two more blows on her and stepped back to look at her.

"That was ten." Trina thought slowly pulling her head from the tear-soaked pillow. 

Kevin was about to bring the belt down again as she turned but the sight of his wife's red eyes glossed over with tears held his hand. "You know how I feel right now Trina?" 

"Betrayed, angry." She sobbed not daring to move any farther. 

"I feel like I got stabbed, like there is a fucking knife twisting in my gut. How many?"

"How many what?"

"How many guys have you fucked?"

"I don't know. There's Jeremy, Trey-"

"TREY?! That fucking piece of shit motherfucker!" Kevin roared throwing the belt down. 

"All of his friends. I was, I am his whore." Trina whispered then pulled away fro the slap she knew was coming.

"You fucking nasty ass piece of trash. You want to know how I feel right now? I'll show you." He got on the bed behind her pulling her cheeks open and aimed his cock at her ass. In one sudden stroke he impaled her on his cock stretching the sensitive ring of muscle. A moan escaped each of them, his in pleasure and hers in pain. "This is how I feel right now."

It was the very first time that Kevin had hate-fucked but he instantly understood the pleasure of it. The pain on her face and the pleasure of slamming into her as hard as he could manage was incredible. "Oh fuck!" She hissed clenching her teeth in pain and trying to squirm away from him. Kevin wrapped an arm around her stomach hugging her back against him and driving him a little farther in. "It hurts!" She shrieked.

"It should." Kevin growled gripping the back of her head pushing her down into the pillows. He could hear her mewling in pain as he pulled back till only the tip of his cock remained inside her and pushed into her. Trina slowly started relaxing around his thick cock finally wriggling back against him. The moans filtering through the pillow were suddenly of pleasure as she twitched. "Go on, cum you nasty bitch. I should have figured you'd enjoy getting ass fucked." 

Trina pushed her head up as far as she could, tears streaming from her eyes as an ecstatic moan parted her lips. "More don't stop." She hissed pushing back against him as her sphincter clenched down around him her orgasm ripping through her body. Kevin gripped her hips plundering her backside until he just collapsed on top of her. 

"Oh my." He whispered rolling off of her and lying on his back. 

Trina felt his cock slip free of her ass with a pop. For a moment she remained still enjoying the empty feeling in her body then she turned around and wrapped her lips around his cock. The taste of cum and ass mingled on her palate as she swallowed his cock. Her tongue wriggled around it carefully scrubbing the scum from the veins of his cock finally easing her tongue out to tickle his balls. 

When she was sure he was clean Trina crawled up along side him. "Don't kiss me bitch." He hissed pulling away from her. "Get out of my house." He whispered and turned over.

"But." The sight his hand balling into a fist ended any argument she had. 

"You're nothing to me, just a bitch." He whispered wiping the tears from his eyes and standing up. He couldn't even force himself to look at her as he walked to the shower and turned on the water. 

Normally a hot shower would have washed away all of his doubts and anger. That was usually enough to calm him down. This time it only gave him time to think about what had been done to him. His wife, the woman he wrote to every chance he got. The smiling face in his mind, the driving force in his life was a fucking whore. The worst part was that he'd been warned about it. He'd ignored his Gunny's warning him about Suzy Rottencrotch, the age old Marine Corps myth of the cheating wife. It was something that happened to the other guy, not to him.

By the time he got out of the shower he had gone from simply pissed to absolutely livid. It was probably a good thing for Trina that she'd escaped before he had a chance to really think about what she'd done to him. Kevin threw on a pair of jeans and a one of his older shirts. The kind you wear when you know things are about to get dirty. He laced up the boots he'd been wearing for the last few months of his life and snatched the keys to his car off the stand.

"Fucking piece of shit." He growled throwing the door open. He just barely missed his teary eyed wife curled up on the porch staring up at him. Trina looked so pathetic, her eyes red from tears, her bare feet dirty and her clothing a hodgepodge of things she'd snatched without looking at them.

"Don't hit me!" She shrieked twisting away from him. 

Kevin smiled slightly, not a kind loving smile. This was the smile of someone about to do something truly horrific and enjoy every second of it. Trina squealed as he took her by the hair, yanking her upright and dragging her around to the back of his Civic and opened the trunk. Twisting her head by the hair he forced Trina into the trunk and slammed it shut. "I have a place you can stay." He called through the metal quickly glancing around to make sure nobody was watching as he got into the driver's seat. He sat there for a long moment staring at his hands gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles had turned from peach to pink and from there to a deathly white as he strangled the inanimate object. "Later." He whispered starting up the car. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man moving in Trey's house. 

Another deep breath and he turned off the car walking around to the trunk. "Let me out! I can't breathe! It's too hot in here!" Trina screamed kicking against the trunk trying to escape the dark prison.

"Try a C-130 honey. You don't even know what hot is." He teased rocking the car briefly and then walking across the lawn to his neighbor's house knocking on the door. 

"You're ba-" Trey didn't finish that sentence before Kevin punched him squarely in the jaw. The first blow split his former friend's lip open, the second broke his nose and Kevin was still moving. Forcing his way in through the doorway he gripped Jeremy's wrist and twisted violently. If Trey hadn't gotten down on his knees his wrist would have snapped right then. 

"You fuckin piece of shit!" Kevin roared twisting the wrist even farther forcing Trey's face down onto his plush carpeting. "You fucking blackmailed my wife? You fucked my wife?!" He slammed his boot down on Trey's face grinding the heel against his flesh.

"Hey man I thought." Trey shouted.

"Shut up!" Kevin shouted pushing down a little harder. He wanted to crush the man's skull like a grape. "You know I fucking kill you right now. I bet if I did that I could claim temporary insanity. Maybe toss on some fucking Post Traumatic Syndrome bullshit and they'll buy it. I'll do maybe three years for beating you to death." 

Trey's eyes had to have doubled in size as Kevin spoke. "Holy shit man calm down." Trey whimpered as a wet spot formed around his crotch and started flowing down his thigh to the ground. The wicked smile already on Kevin's face stretched as he realized what had happened. 

"You fuckin pissed your pants? What a fucking little bitch!" Kevin laughed guiding Trey's face into the wet patch of carpet. "You know it's a good thing you aren't even worth my fucking time." Kevin smirked pushing down with his heel for a moment before releasing Trey's wrist. "I swear to God if you get up I will beat the fuck out of you." Kevin hissed as he walked out the door. 

When he got back to the car there Trina had fallen silent. He could still hear her whimpering in the trunk but her screaming and thrashing was over. "See isn't that better?" He teased slapping the trunk playfully and getting into the car.

Like the shower, the drive should have calmed him down. It didn't help much either as he sped toward the base. He pulled into the Jet Mart and bought two thirty packs of Bud Light, the biggest bottle of Jack and a bottle of 151 rum tossing them all in the backseat before heading to the barracks. 




The Marine's Wife Ch. 07



"Still on the third floor." He muttered as he carried all the liquor up the stairs. The door he stopped at had the letters "I-Y-A-O-Y-A-S" stenciled in a semi-circle. Beneath that was an excellent rendition of an eagle with a bomb clutched in its talons. That sight brought a smile to his lips. He'd been around when it was painted, if he'd had his way it would have been a bomb-omb from Super Mario but he'd been out voted in the end. He kicked the door three times as hard as he could and waited.

Inside you could hear a few bodies scuffling around to get to the door and probably hide some drinks as well. A moment later PFC Becks opened the door. "Chill everybody, its just Bernard." He said as he wrapped his arms around him warmly embracing his "brother". "Welcome home. It's good to see you. Wanna beer?" He asked pulling him into the quad and shutting the door behind him.

The quad was a sort of common room shared by four rooms of two Marines each. There wasn't much to it, a big screen television in one corner and two couches, a few chairs and a coffee table. Today the table was completely covered at one end with half empty pizza boxes and the other with a combination of McDonalds and KFC bags and cups. Three trashcans had been brought in to deal with the empty beer cans. Between the seven men sitting around they'd gone through forty plus beers.

"Shit, you fuckers have been at it for a while." Kevin noted with an impressed whistle. 

"Since four o'clock yesterday. Gunny's losing his mind." Becks replied.

"No he's lost his mind. I hate work; every day is the worst day of my life. Like today is the worse day of my life, but wait until tomorrow. Something will happen to make me forget all about what happened today." Jones added tipping a beer back then crushing it and tossing it aside.

"Quit your bitchin I just got back from Iraq." Kevin said hefting the bag of liquor and setting it down on the table. "Besides here's a gift."

The other five Marines smiled slapping him on the shoulders and they tore the box open and started distributing beer. Becks grinned as he snatched the bottle of Jack and opened it. "Guys he's right. He just got back from Iraq, we should quit our bitchin."

"Yeah we might as well let him enjoy his ninety six before he figures out he'd be happier in Iraq!" Jones shouted.

Kevin's expression instantly darkened as he realized he was happier in Iraq. If he'd stayed he wouldn't have found out. "Don't fuckin start. Iraq has been lookin pretty good since I got home."

"Why?" Jones asked reaching in and finding the bottle of 151. "Oh." He'd only seen three bottles of 151 in his entire life and every one had been bought over a woman. 

"Pour me a shot and I'll tell you about my day."

"You ok?" Becks asked as he pulled grabbed a plastic cup off the stack and poured a double shot of 151.

"Just shut and listen."