3 comments/ 17112 views/ 8 favorites Maybe Just One Good Man? Ch. 02 By: peachesmelba Head nestled back against the seat rest, ear plugs in place, he drifted and daydreamed about the past months. It had been a long separation, longer than planned. Originally told he'd be deployed for 6 months, he'd been extended twice - finally winding up having spent 18 months away from home and family. Dee and little 'Mimi' had been his anchors throughout the long, dark time. Before leaving the States he'd bought an inexpensive, easy to use digital camera and showed Dee how to take pictures and download them to the computer to email to him. Dee had taken all the usual pictures of Mary Fiona, dubbed 'Mimi' by Rae Jeanne. Pictures of her slobbering around her fist, sitting in the tub, her first tooth and face smeared with cake and icing for her first birthday. Once Dee had gotten the hang of the automatic timer there were other pictures as well, Dee sitting in the rocker, her copper locks around her shoulders, nursing Mimi at her full breasts. He'd gotten so hard looking at those pictures, remembering his own experience suckling her nipples and all that it had led to. Writing back to Dierdre that night he'd alluded to needing to 'relieve himself' after seeing the pictures she had sent him, hoping she would understand his unspoken message. She understood well, both the message and the need it turned out. His shy and blushing bride, turned out to have a ragingly passionate nature and with that minimal hint of encouragement, she unleashed a series of graphic and explicit emails to him - detailing all that she'd loved about their few brief times together, and all that she longed for when he returned. But what had surprised him the most was, accompanying the series of emails, were a series of pictures - starting with, what he supposed might be called boudoir shots. Dee wrapped in a sheet, fresh from the shower and holding a towel in front of her with one tawny nipple peeking out. At his positive and somewhat pornographic responses, her efforts increased significantly. To encourage her in her playful pursuits (as well as to hopefully help satisfy her longings somewhat until he could get home and satisfy her in person, he admitted) for their first Christmas as a couple he had ordered some sexy lingerie and a couple of battery operated toys, one quite lifelike in appearance detailed with ridging and veins and as close to his own measurements as he could obtain online. He'd warned her that 'Santa' was bringing her special presents from him and to be very careful to open them in private. His reward had been a series of photos that even now could bring him to a full, throbbing erection in a matter of moments - just thinking about them. During the weeks and months since he had been gone, Dierdre had been visiting second-hand stores and some of the so called 'antique' shops nearby and had found some amazing 'treasures'. One of her best finds, as far as he was concerned, was a large cheval mirror that she had cleaned up, polished and moved into their bedroom. He had several uses planned for the mirror on his return, but it turned out that Dee was not without ideas of her own. The first pictures had been taken while she was wearing the white satin bustier with attached garters and white thong panty, a pair of dark, seamed stockings and heels. The picture had been taken from behind, while she viewed herself in the mirror. He wondered how many shots it had taken her to get the angle just right, so that he could see her delicious ass and the cascade of fiery hair against the white satin, but could also see her reflection in the mirror with her thumbing her nipples and the slight camel-toe. Her reflection in the mirror seemed to be looking directly at him and he felt himself getting hard. That series of photos had also provided a rear-view reflection of her bent nearly double as she removed the thong panty, the pout of her pussy beckoning him nearly as much as her heavily hanging breasts. Another couple of bent over shots, one apparently straightening the seam of her stocking, one with her hand splayed across her pussy. One final shot taken in the rocker, legs pulled back and draped across the low arms of the old bentwood chair, fingers toying with nipple and clit had ended that day's presentation and looking at her in the picture, remembering the smell and taste of her milk and her snatch, he had fisted himself twice before being able to sleep. The next few days had brought more photos from Dee, wearing different gifts he had sent her, but none with the toys and he hoped that she was 'practicing' with them, writing her about his hope that she was enjoying his other gifts as well - that he'd enjoyed picking them out for her and that he certainly enjoyed thinking about her lush pussy wrapped around the battery-driven dong. In response she'd written him a rather epic email detailing exactly how much and in what ways she missed him. How much she missed him suckling from her, especially now that Mimi was getting older and less inclined to nurse as often. How she'd never before had such an experience as having her pussy eaten, although she'd read about it. At most her first husband had taken a swipe or two with his tongue on very rare occasions, never with the concentrated attention and love she had felt from John in that one night...and how achingly much she longed to feel it again. She was quite adamant that no battery operated device could ever replace him. But the next email that included an attachment had literally taken his breath away. In fact, it had taken several long seconds for his oxygen starved lungs to get the message through to his brain to "BREATHE". She had her legs draped over the arms of the rocker again, a lacy teddy with one strap hanging off her shoulder, bared one lush breast and taut nipple. The condition of the teddy proved that she still had some milk. Indeed, he thought he could see a few pearly drops clearly clinging to the exposed teat. Her head was tossed to one side, eyes nearly closed and she was, he thought, obviously in a state of extreme arousal, near orgasm. Between her splayed legs one slim-fingered hand pulled her pussy up and back, exposing her hard little clit, while the other hand held the fake penis between her dewy lips. With a sudden gust of breath he flicked through the remaining pictures, all of her fucking herself with his gift - spread-eagle and naked on the bed, doggy style while one hand rubbed her clit, several closeups of the glistening wet toy with her swollen, pink pussy wrapped around it. The last was a "Point of View" shot with her holding the dildo so that it looked as if it were his own cock, with her mouth wrapped around the head, a slight smile on her lips and her incredible blue eyes staring up at him through the camera lens. Shaking his head in delight and bemusement he chuckled slightly at the unsuspected depths of passion in his little bride. And not a little artistic creativity too he thought, as much proud of her as he was loving and missing her. Settling back he had enjoyed the little set of pictures at a more leisurely pace knowing there was no luckier man than he stationed in the desert that night. And now - finally, the waiting was over and he was heading home to 'his girls'. Dee had written and asked if he wanted her to get birth control and initially he'd clutched, thinking perhaps she was indicating that she didn't want any more children - or more important to him, that she didn't want HIS children. Reading on though he discovered her thought process was simply that they'd had so little time together as a couple so far, she wondered if he would like to extend that time as long as possible - although she admitted that she'd found being pregnant around him to be quite marvelous and sexy and was looking forward to having his babies as soon as he thought best. Heart leaping with love and joy at his luck in finding her he'd written back that being in the military had taught him never to waste time or put things off because life and the future could be so uncertain, and that, if she was sure she didn't mind, he'd like them to 'take their chances'. She'd eagerly agreed and he was hoping to 'plant one as soon as he'd plowed the furrow'. Transport and debriefing time had seemed to last weeks instead of days leaving him sleepless, short-tempered and with a seemingly permanent hard on. Finally though he was grabbing his duffel, making sure that the presents for Dee and Mimi were still on top, and stepping out with his men to wild applause, camera flashes and the squeals of happy and excited women and children - a far cry, he thought from the tears they'd left to so long ago. Eyes darting around the room he was searching for a glimpse of her flaming copper hair, only to be startled by a gentle hand on his back and the sound of his name - "John?" She said quietly, almost hesitantly. "Dee!" Turning, he dropped his duffel, sweeping she and the toddler into his arms. Mimi turned her face away, shyly burying it in her mother's shoulder and sucking a thumb but Dee held her own face up to be kissed, wrapping her free arm tightly around his neck and kissing him back as passionately and intensely as he was kissing her. Holding nothing back the two lovers stood reclaiming each other in a small pool of silence, surrounded by a sea of joyful noise. "Get a room, Gunny!" A gruff voice from behind them ordered. Never letting go of Dee and the baby, John turned far enough to catch a glimpse of the bird on the collar and came reluctantly to attention. "Sir?" "Dammit man, never let go of a woman that beautiful! Two women you lucky bastard!" The Colonel said, chucking a wide-eyed Mimi under her slobbery chin. "Yes SIR!" John said, grinning as he complied and wrapped an arm around Dee again. "Report back in two weeks, and thanks Gunny!" He extended his hand and the two men shook firmly. The Colonel stopped next to Dee briefly and tickled Mimi's neck again, "Sorry Ma'am, he's due 6 weeks leave and he's earned twice that but I need him back. We need him back." "He'll be there when you need him, Sir." Dee replied and once again John's heart swelled with pride, knowing how lucky he was and how easily it could have turned out some other way. It amazed him sometimes that her dead husband could have so failed to recognize her many gifts - failed, in essence, to recognize HER for the woman she was capable of becoming - was CLEARLY becoming. When they reached the Santa Fe he was somewhat startled when Dee handed him the baby in order to unlock the car doors and load stroller and diaper bag. Not nearly as startled as Mimi however who took one look at the Gunnery Sergeant's face and turned nearly purple with a sudden howl of outrage. Bouncing and shushing her somewhat helplessly John turned a few shades of red himself at the stares and smiles of some of the on-lookers. Dee bounced back upright, pushing her hair back out of her way and sputtering with equally embarrassed exasperation. "Mary Fiona Rourke! That's Daddy! Shush now, sweetness, that's Daddy - come home. Remember Daddy?" The little round face assumed a serious expression, her dark eyes brimming with unshed tears and her rosebud mouth pouting. She looked from Dierdre to John and back again. "Da?" She eyed him suspiciously one more time before burying her face in her mother's neck and hair, knotting her hands tightly in the copper strands. "Oh Mimi - let go of Mommy's hair", she sighed in a way that made it seem a well-used litany. He helped her untangle the child's clenched fists, realizing the laborious chore must occur frequently throughout the day. Without thinking he blurted, "You should cut your hair!" Dee turned startled eyes to meet his. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" "Oh I love long hair - and I especially love YOUR long hair, but Dee - I love you, not your hair! And this is NUTS! How many times a day do you have to do this?" Giggling a little, she admitted, "A lot!" "Then, while I'm home - think about taking the chance to get it cut...if YOU want." "I WILL think about it John, if you're sure you don't mind?" He kissed the tip of her nose, brushing the liberated strands of hair back over her shoulders and out of reach of their daughter's grasping hands. "I mind you getting it cut a whole lot less than I mind this little minx using it to keep you reined to her demands." They finally managed to get Mimi strapped into her car seat and John turned to hand Dee into the passenger seat, first glancing quickly around the parking lot and taking advantage of the relative privacy to press her against the side of the car. She moaned and flowed against him, her nipples already so hard he could feel them through his camo-fatigues. He slid one lean thigh between her softer ones, rubbing against the mound of her sex and knowing she could feel the length of his cock already aching to be buried within her wet heat. "Oh God, John!" she gasped. "Take me home....or take me right now, I don't much care which!" He chuckled as his lips moved around to capture her ear lobe, descending to rest against the pulse in her neck, "Oh Mrs. Rourke - if you only KNEW how much I want you, you wouldn't even suggest THAT! But I have lots of things planned for us during the next two weeks - and I need a little more privacy to put those to use..." "Reeeaally Gunnery Sergeant Rourke? Would it surprise you to learn I have a few plans of my own? And if you were to lift my skirt right now you'd find very little interference with YOUR plans!" He groaned, "God, Dierdre, you're a wicked wench to tease me so." Adding in his best Irish brogue, "Seems I'd best be gettin' the both of us to home before we'd be making a public spectacle of ourselves!" She giggled, finally dropping her arms from around his neck and allowing him to hand her into the car, murmuring as he climbed in and started the little SUV, "Pity you need two hands to drive and shift," lifting her skirt to flash him a glance of her stocking and garter clad thighs. At the first possible stoplight he slid his hand across and up her thigh. She immediately sighed, widening her legs and sliding down in the seat some to provide him easier access. In an instant his fingers were stroking her wet, swollen folds, delighting in the level of heat and moisture he found. Sliding a finger down, into her channel he stroked her once, then slid his hand up to tickle her little clit briefly before the light changed. Shifting through the gears quickly, he stuck his still dew wet finger in his mouth, licking and sucking her juices with delight. "Now I KNOW I'm home!" He smiled at her, loving the look of her, eyes heavy lidded with passion and lips slightly swollen and flushed from his kisses, her nipples pressing high and proud against her top. So evident in fact that he wondered.... "Dee, honey, are you wearing a bra?" "If I was wearing a bra John, I couldn't do this," and suiting actions to words, she pulled down the scoop neckline of her stretchy top, allowing one fat-nippled breast to pop out over the top. Glancing over to see what she was talking about, he nearly wrecked the car at first glance, before re-gaining control. "Holy SHIT!" At the same time she said, "Easy there cowboy!" Taking one hand cautiously off the wheel he reached across to fondle the raspberry tip she'd exposed, surprised but excited to feel the spurt of milk against his fingers. "Is Mimi still nursing?" She giggled, "No, but I thought if I kept pumping two or three times a day I might keep making milk until you came home at least. You don't mind do you?" "GOD no! But I wouldn't have asked you to do that for me..." "I know John, but it felt sooooo good when YOU were suckling from me. I thought if you didn't want to continue I'd take the pills and just let it dry up, but.... I've been giving the surplus to the hospital for the preemies in the NICU." He wasn't sure what the phrases meant, or how she'd come to toss them out so casually but right now his thoughts were on her 'more important questions'. "Hell yes I want to - that was just about the best...the sexiest thing....I just couldn't have asked you to do something like that for me. But you've got me so excited now I'm about to cum in my pants - you better tuck yourself in or I will and then we'll have some serious explaining to do to the neighbors!" She giggled again, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink hue and he marveled that a woman - this woman, his wife - who could still blush - could also expose herself to excite him - drive him half mad with lust through her emails - and take pictures that were....well, he couldn't think about those now or he'd wind up with a serious damp spot on the front of his fatigues - and desert camis show the wet, he thought. Thankfully they weren't far from home now. The word home had so much meaning for him now. Glancing to his right, Dee was half turned in her seat, talking to Mimi in the back seat, but her hand was doing wicked things in his lap. Lifting his eyes then to the mirror he was just in time to catch Mary Fiona's cherubic chortle of laughter. Who ever would have thought, two years ago, that this would be his life today? He wished briefly that there was time to take Dee to see his mother, he'd written to her about Dee and the wedding and Mimi and she'd had some pretty harsh words for him for not letting her know in time to fly out for the wedding. Ma could be intimidating but if he were there to ride herd on her, and to support Dee in standing up for herself... Lost in thought he pulled onto their street in housing and was surprised to find all the yards lined with flags, large bowed yellow ribbons prominently decorating street-side trees, telephone poles and even the fire hydrants. He snorted with surprised laughter - pleased that she would go to all this trouble for him. Grabbing her hand from his lap he brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles soundly. She looked at him shyly, solemnly asking - "You don't mind do you?" "Sweetheart - I LOVE you!" "I know, John, but..." "How could I mind?" Pulling into the driveway we was amazed and amused at the number of things she had found to hang yellow ribbons from - there had to be hundreds of them and he had no idea how long it had taken her. As he opened the door and stepped out of the car, applause, cheers and calls of 'Welcome Home Gunny' echoed from a number of locations in the neighborhood. Rae Jeanne wahooed and waved - John realized that the big guy with his arms around her must be her lucky husband and thought he would have to go over and introduce himself to the man...later - what was his name....Carl, he thought. He helped Dee out of the car, turning to unload the trunk while she fussed around getting the baby out of the car seat. In a sudden flash of deja vu he heard a long familiar voice saying, "About damn time you got home to your women, son!" Mary Fiona came careening around the side of the car, as fast as her legs would toddle, gabbling something that sounded to his untrained ear like, "Ga'mimi!" Going so fast she couldn't stop in time and he couldn't get out of the way, she bounced off his leg landing with a solid splat on her bum. Chin quivering her face started to pucker up in a wail, but his mother simply applauded - clapping loudly and laughing - "Good one Mimi-Fi! Ten points for sticking the landing!" Astonishingly, Mary Fiona's face cleared, her lips turned up in a smile and the infectious laugh he'd already heard an example of rolled out of her mouth. Climbing back to her feet she continued her tottering run to her grandmother who picked her up swinging her high before resting her on a well-practiced hip. "Well, son - you gonna stand there catchin' flies or you gonna come hug an old woman?" "Jesus!" Maybe Just One Good Man? Ch. 02 Still in shock he looked from his mother's laughing face to Dee's shy, anxious smile. Finally dropping his bag he threw his arms around his mother. "God, Mom! What are you DOING here?" She laughed in delight, "Well, I came to meet my daughter and my new grandbaby girl and stayed on to see my worthless son!" She kissed him soundly to take any sting from the words, murmuring in his ear, "You did GOOD Johnny!" Pulling back from her he saw her smiling nod of assurance and caught the glimmer of unshed tears. He hugged her again, squishing Mimi until she squealed in protest from between them. Releasing them and turning suddenly he advanced on Dierdre, "And YOU, keeping all this a secret from me!" He'd forgotten briefly how her first husband had abused her...until she drew away from him her eyes filled with sudden tears of fright, and remembering he loathed himself for ever putting that look on her face. Allowing his face to express his joy, delight and love he smiled openly - seeing her sudden relief and understanding. Running forward she threw herself into his arms and he swung her around once before setting her back down. His kiss began as a brief acknowledgement of his mistake, but deepened with her response. Behind them his mother cleared her throat, "Ya'll are gonna set fire to the driveway lessen you come inside." Dee pulled her lips away, ducking her head but giggling helplessly. Looking back up at him with her eyes shining she mouthed, "I LIKE your mom!" before reaching to kiss him again, unable to resist the need to kiss and touch him now that he was home again. John swatted her ass enjoying the way she wiggled it at him while murmuring, "Ooooh, that's nice - do THAT again!" He suspected it was a tease, thinking to himself that no woman who has been abused would WANT to be spanked....would they? He wondered further as she walked away from him, wiggling her butt and winking at him over her shoulder. Reaching into the back of the SUV to get his laptop bag he adjusted himself surreptitiously, gritting his teeth at finding the need to bury himself between his wife's thighs compromised by his mother's presence. One arm around Dee and following his mother and the baby he went up the steps, appreciating the fact that, regardless of the 'company' - it was still wonderful to be home again. # # # # It was with some bemusement a short time later that he and Dee found themselves back in the car. His mother, it turned out, had plans of her own, including treating the couple to a long delayed 'honeymoon' of sorts at a beach front hotel for several nights. While Dee had gone to pick him up Mary had packed their bags, including such 'civies' as John had left behind while deployed, and had the bags waiting at the front door. John was 'allowed' to take his things upstairs and visit briefly, catching up quickly on farm news back home before his mother had shooed them out with the firm command to, "Have fun and don't worry about ANYTHING!" John spent a good portion of the drive to the beach trying fruitlessly to convince Dierdre not to worry about Mimi. This would be the baby's first night spent without having her Mommy home....more important, this would be Mommy's first night not spent at home with the baby. He made points on the fact that his mother had managed to raise him successfully, but lost them somehow when she learned that, no, his parents hadn't gone away and left him with a babysitter, grandparent or other, until he was much older. She did admit it was nice of his mom to give them a 'honeymoon', BUT... At that point John's knuckles went white on the steering wheel as he suspected that the mood surrounding his joyous homecoming might have been irrevocably altered. They checked in to the luxury accommodations to find that his mother had spared no expense - meals had been prearranged with room service and when they got to the 'bridal suite' they found champagne chilling next to the bed with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. John turned to tip the bellman but the young man waved it off saying, "Everything is covered, Sir!" John closed and locked the door, leaning his head against it briefly, wondering how best to repair the situation and encourage Dee's return to the bawdy woman who'd greeted him so enthusiastically at the terminal. Straightening he heard a barely suppressed sniffle and turning, found Dee sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed, eyes brimming. Hastening to her he asked - "Dee - Honey, what's wrong?" "Oh Johnny," she wailed, burying her face in her hands. He couldn't make out everything she said during the next few minutes - voice muffled by hands and distorted by sobbing proved to be a serious impediment. He wasn't entirely sure that if he HAD been able to hear everything that it would have made sense or been understandable to him. She apologized a lot, he wasn't sure why but some of it seemed to be that she felt she had ruined his homecoming by allowing his mother to stay so long - that she had no idea what his mother had planned - that she was sorry she wasn't braver for him about leaving Mimi 'alone' - that she had wanted this night to be perfect - and that she was afraid his mother had spent too much money... Holding her close and rocking her he realized again just how wonderful she felt in his arms - how good it felt to smell her natural essence again - and felt his member stir and begin to swell again. Grabbing the linen towel swathing the champagne he used it to wipe her face as he continued to cradle and rock her against him, hushing her and telling her not to worry... "It IS a perfect night sweetheart - I'm home, and we're together again - and wherever we are, if we're together it's perfect. I love you Dee - you've been so brave through all these months, carrying the load all by yourself - and I'm so very proud that you're my wife, my woman. Oh Dee, honey, don't cry - there's no way that this night won't be perfect - if you want to go home right now we can do that but, oh God honey....don't make me wait too much longer to love you again please - I can't stand being this close again and not touching you...." Sniffling again, with her face pressed to his chest she asked, "Really?" Lifting her chin he kissed her deeply, tasting the salt of her tears, and noting that despite her distress she opened to him immediately, the tip of her tongue tracing the outline of his lips. Groaning he pulled her closer, half onto his lap, one hand cradling her face while the other cupped her ass. Hungrily he devoured her mouth, their tongues meeting and dancing with their passion. Her arms snaked around his neck pulling them ever more tightly together. Gasping for breath and feeling like he was sprinting through a marathon, John pulled back briefly, noting how her eyes darkened to sapphire with her lust - her lips already swollen and red. "Ahh..." clearing his throat, he tried again, his voice rough with the force of his emotion. "I...should clean up honey...I was traveling all day..." "Later!" she said firmly, pulling his lips back down to hers. "In that case, I think we left some business unfinished in the car." "Hmmm?" She murmured, still kissing and nuzzling him - nibbling at his lips and chin. "Some little cock-tease was showing me her goodies, but I didn't get to REALLY enjoy them." "Perhaps we should rectify that situation now Gunnery Sergeant Rourke?" "I think that is entirely in order, Mrs. Rourke." She giggled, "God, John, when you call me that I think we're talking about your mother..." "Hardly!" he guffawed, glad to see her mood lightening again. "Now, how exactly was it that you went about showing me your pretty titties?" She giggled again, letting go of his neck to pull down on her loose necked top. As her nipple crested the neckline of her shirt, he moved to fondle it. She sighed as her head fell back languorously against his shoulder. "Oh John, that feels soooo good!" "Yes, it does, but I think that you are wearing far too many clothes m'dear!" "Perhaps you'd be willing to assist with that problem?" "Mmmmm, gladly!" He pulled her upright, standing tight against him, amused how she rubbed her skirt covered pussy against his leg. Pulling her top off over her head he realized for the first time that she was wearing the white bustier he'd bought her for Christmas. Cupping the heavy orbs spilling over the top he bent to bury his face between them. Inhaling gustily of her body's aroma he felt the dampness indicating he was oozing pre-cum. Dropping to sit on the bedside, he pulled Dee firmly between his thighs, opening his mouth against one fat nipple and sliding his tongue across the turgid point before settling back to suckle in earnest. "Oh Johnny" she sighed, arms holding him to her tightly. His own hands were busy, fumbling at the clasp and zipper of her skirt and when it fell to the ground he was greeted by the intoxicating smell of her arousal. Cupping her mound he nestled his middle finger inside the swollen damp tunnel, surprised at how quickly she began to ride and hump his hand. His own excitement kept pace with hers, and he continued to nuzzle and suckle her while his free hand stroked her anywhere he could reach. It was unbelievable to him that she had made the effort to keep her milk until he came home, until he realized just how obviously SHE was enjoying having him suckle her too. Suddenly she gasped and stiffened, eyes wide as she came against his fingers. Swiftly rising and turning so that her back was to the bed he lowered her onto the downy surface. Pulling his own clothes off and tossing them he watched Dee, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, as she thumbed a nipple with one hand - with the other she softly stroked her wet swollen labia while she watched him strip. At the first sight of his rigid cock, she licked her lips hungrily, twisting on the bed to make room for him to join her. As soon as he had her hand reached out to grasp him, stroking him lovingly. Her thumb rubbed over the crown, sliding across the slippery deposit of pre-cum and causing him to hiss. She stopped and looked at him inquiringly - "I'm sorry, John, did it hurt?" She asked anxiously and he was reminded again at her overall lack of positive experience. Smiling reassurance he said, "God no, sweetheart! And PLEASE don't stop! I just may not last very long....it's been a long time." "I know!" she agreed. "Me too! You may have noticed?" "Really? And I thought it was my skill as a lover that got you off so fast?" He laughed then at her stammered protest, kissing the end of her nose. "Don't apologize, silly - I was joking! Ahhhh....God Dee, that feels so good." She continued to stroke him, occasionally dropping her hand to fondle his balls, fascinated with the ways they reflected the changing state of his passion. As pre-cum continued to ooze liberally from his pee-hole she couldn't resist any more, dropping her head to lick and suck at the tip. Opening her mouth and rounding her lips she settled them just below the rim of his crown, running her tongue tip up and around the rim in circles while continuing to suck, then flattening her tongue to glide over the helmet itself. She loved the silken feel of his cock skin in her mouth and the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum. She could feel his blood pounding in the deep veins against her lips and tongue and with his balls cupped in her other hand she knew, almost before he said the words - "Here it cums." His sack throbbed and surged in her hand and his cock pulsed heavily in her mouth with every spurt of his cum against the back of her throat. She swallowed eagerly, loving his taste and the feeling of his hand knotted in her hair as his hips thrust uncontrollably, fucking her face. She loved knowing that somehow she had the power to reduce him to this helpless state...just as he did to her. She was still sucking enthusiastically when his hand on her head stilled her - "Gently sweetheart - it gets really sensitive after I cum." "OH!" She popped upright like a jack-in-the-box, "oh John, I'm sorry...." Pulling her down to nestle against him he laughed. "Don't be sorry! It felt fantastic! I'm just sorry I came so fast - I've been saving up for you - not even 'taking matters into my own hands' for the past couple weeks but... You're just so beautiful and sexy and..." Helpless to find words to express his feelings he kissed her deeply, mingling the tastes of her milk and his cum on his tongue - not at all an unpleasant taste he discovered. Stroking her fiery hair as it lay against the cream of her skin and the snow of the lingerie he kissed her again, nibbling delicately from the corner of her mouth, along her jaw and down the line of her neck and shoulder, interspersing little sucking kisses periodically just to watch her shiver. Amazingly, every time she did shiver, it seemed her nipples reached a new level of taut distension. When milk began to seep from her nipples again he couldn't withstand their mutual desire any longer, swooping to engulf a breast again between greedy lips. She writhed below him, her back arching and he realized she was rubbing her legs together in her excitement. Continuing to devour her breasts hungrily he slid further down in the bed, slipping a hand between her thighs and finding her hot and so wet with arousal that the bed below her was damp. As the flow of her milk slackened somewhat he slid even further down in the bed, moving between legs she eagerly held wide for him. Bending to put a kiss on the small rise of her belly his mouth began to water at the intoxicating perfume rising from her sex. As good and as comprehensive as his memories of her were, there was nothing to compare with having her warm and willing below him. As he bent to run the tip of his tongue along the ruffled furls of her labia, her hand came down to press him closer to her. Using his own hands he spread her open, licking and sniffing to his heart's content but teasing around the rim of her vagina and not stroking her clitoris yet. He discovered that the spot where her upper thigh joined her groin was particularly soft, sensitive skin where her naturally musky perfume was most richly evident. As he buried his face in that fragrant cleft she giggled at the tickle of his breath and hair against her skin. Stroking her with his tongue reduced her to helpless shuddering he discovered, moving on to suck first one, then the other, and finally both of her nether lips into his mouth, laving them with his tongue as well before finally settling to lap at the source of her nectar in earnest. He was unsurprised to realize he was hard and throbbing again when she began to whimper and moan with her pleasure. Small spasms in the muscles of her pussy alerted him to little orgasms she was having and taking his cue he fastened his lips around her clit, sliding two fingers into the moist velvet interior of her cunt. She was so fucking hot...not just erotic and desirable but literally HOT dammit. Her pussy seemed to be like a volcano, and with a flick of his tongue across the little pearl he nuzzled, her sweet lava flowed over his hand and face. He couldn't get enough, lapping at her juices, then tonguing and sucking her clit again to set off another wave of the tremors afflicting her. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as her muscles seized with the rolling orgasms overwhelming her. His arms were locked tight around her hips, his mouth glued to her lush snatch as she tossed and rolled under him. Gasping for breath and nearly sobbing she pushed his head away with both hands - "No more, Johnny! Gawd - no more - PLEASE!" "No?" He bent his head to blow lightly across the swollen red flesh of her pussy. She shuddered hard again - nipples drawn up to 50 caliber points. Head tossing a negative she added, "Just fuck me John - fuck me NOW!" As eager now to bury himself in her wet depths as she was to have him there he moved forward, sliding into her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper and with a groan he buried his face in her neck kissing her. "Welcome home, Johnny," she murmured. He cleared his throat, "Dierdre, I'm so glad to be home. I want so much to love you the way you deserve to be loved - the way you've never been loved..." She put her arms around his neck,interrupting and pulling him to her for another deep kiss. "Johnny, please - just FUCK me...fuck me HARD....so I know you're really home and not a dream!" "Your wish," he said, drawing the rigid length of his cock fully out of her snatch. "Is my command," gritting his teeth he slammed home again, the wet slap of his balls on her ass cracking loudly in the room. Again and again he hammered into her, glad now that he had already cum once recently. Her thighs were like iron pistons, pulling him down to pump her again and he was glad she wore her fingernails fairly short. He suspected she'd already drawn blood in a few spots. She came again, and again - ever more powerful orgasms and he knew from the way her cunt muscles were milking him that he couldn't last much longer. Looking down into her eyes he saw her pupils were so dilated her eyes looked nearly black and she'd bitten her bottom lip hard enough to leave marks. Her cheeks were flushed and even her neck was rosy, the redness extending down across her chest. Bending his head and continuing to drive into her he captured a nipple between firm lips, sucking it deep into his mouth. As he did she went totally rigid, back arched, mouth wide and gasping for air as sharp little cries echoed around the room. This time when her pussy locked onto his prick he knew there was no holding back. Driving into her one more time, and again he felt his jism boiling up and nearly scalding him as it rocketed out, filling her to over-flowing... Curling himself around her he barely had strength to pull the covers over both of them, thanking his mother mentally for choosing a high-end hotel with a turn-down service. His penis, still semi-hard and wet with their combined juices, nestled perfectly in the cleft of her buttocks and the arm he wrapped around her seemed to land on her nearest breast without thought or conscious effort. She murmured something, already more than half asleep. Burying his face in the nape of her neck he kissed her saying - "Good night, sweetheart. I love you...." # # # # Maybe Just One Good Man? Ch. 03 Over the course of the next few months John began to feel much like a yo-yo, seemingly constantly in motion and usually somewhere else in the world than where he'd rather be. To he and Dee's initial disappointment she had not 'caught' immediately, but they soon learned the delight of Rae Jeanne's old saw about "Practice makes Pregnant" - enjoying the opportunity to 'practice' at every possible opportunity. It began to look like things might settle down for a while for them though. His latest orders included both some recruitment and advanced training duties, and he was looking forward to the 'rest'. Dee meanwhile had 'branched out', finally confessing to Rae Jeanne about the 'boudoir' pictures she had taken to send to John while he was gone. Rae Jeanne had demanded to see them and despite blushing, initial refusals and vociferous protests, Dee had ultimately given in, showing her the downloaded disc John had made of her pictures. Rae Jeanne had applauded and raved about her skill and artistry before demanding a set of her own...for PAY. Again Dee had protested that this was just a hobby, something she had done for John and that Rae Jeanne was her friend and she couldn't possibly accept pay but Rae Jeanne had given her "that look Johnny, you know - her 'Mother look'" and she'd given in to that as well. Inevitably other women in the neighborhood and housing area had found out and she was 'in business'. Just thinking about her set John's blood stirring and his cock filling. In the time they'd been married she'd put on some weight. She'd never be fat but now she was voluptuous, a pint-sized elfin Sophia Loren. With her copper hair cut short-short, wispily framing her face, her ivory skin and huge blue-green eyes, she looked fey - leading John to finally understand the term 'faerie' in terms of 'faire-folke'. From early morning, waking to suckle and finger her to orgasmic wakefulness, to late at night when they could finally lie coupled together, touching and stroking, life with Dee was a never-ending delight. An erotic buffet, he thought, but aware also that without their growing love for each other and commitment to their relationship, it would all be 'just sex'. Wonderful sex, true, but what they had was so much more complex, and richer than just the sex. If only, he thought, he could think of some way to tell her, to show her.... She was one of the smartest women he knew, not perhaps, as well educated as some but self-taught and rich with native intelligence. They could carry on a conversation on almost any topic and she understood many things about his job almost intuitively. The longer he knew her, the more things he found to love and admire about her, but it frustrated him that at times her earlier life experiences still colored her self-worth. Pulling into the drive in the Santa Fe he found both she and Mimi with their butts in the air and heads buried together in the front flower bed. Wondering what they were planting now he walked over to find his beautiful, generally retiring wife holding a snake.....while his lovely curly-haired daughter petted it. "Ummmm....Is that wise?" "Hi Daddy! Lookie! 'nake!" "Yes Baby Girl, Daddy sees the snake. Daddy sees Mommy holding the snake." Dee giggled, "You sound like my Kindergarten Reader...'See the snake'." And she giggled again. "Kiss Daddy! Holch me!" Which John successfully translated as 'Kiss me daddy' and 'Hold me', picking up the toddler and giving her a peck. Dierdre held up the writhing creature and John took an involuntary step backwards. "He's a pretty little thing isn't he." "Uh huh. Honey, be careful he might bite." She looked up at her husband, the Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant, inquisitively, and then burst out laughing. "John, it's a little grass snake. I don't think he can even open his mouth wide enough to bite me! Don't tell me that you of all people....." "C'mon Mimi Fi. Let's go have a snack!" He mock glared at his pixie wife while kissing his daughter's forehead, stomping loudly up the wooden stairs in pretend anger. Dee, having let the snake go, was now rolling happily on the ground with gales of laughter. John winked and blew her a kiss as he closed the door, enjoying her delight at being able to do something he.....wouldn't do. He emphasized that thought to himself, that he COULD handle a snake if he chose to, he just wouldn't choose to. He was, however, glad she was teaching Mimi to be fearless around the reptiles. Having already promised Mimi a snack he knew he'd better deliver and began the hunt for something the toddler would like, that would also be nourishing and wouldn't ruin her dinner.... Two mistakes he would never make again with one snack, he vowed. Dierdre seldom lost her temper but when she did it was a truly impressive display of wrath. She had apologized later 'for blowing up over such a little thing'....a little thing it turned out that had been the end of a long string of little things that day. Still, he had learned his lesson about too many cookies before dinner and found some baby carrots in a baggie setting the little red-head in her high chair with a Mimi-size hand full. Turning in time to wrap both arms around her mother, kissing her soundly. She put her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, inquiring about his day, laughing with delight at some of his stories. While she washed up and finished dinner, he entertained Mimi Fi playing "Itsy Bitsy Spider". They chatted, laughed and flirted through dinner, despite Mimi's best efforts to remain the center of their attention. He was, he thought, a lucky S.O.B. - a beautiful wife who was always willing and ready, and a daughter who, schooled by her mother, was going to give him premature gray hair. After dinner it was his night to take Mimi upstairs for bath time while Dee washed the dishes. Later they would switch and she would put Mimi down for bed while he finished up any dishes, drying them and putting them away. As divisions of labor go it was not ideal. He much preferred times when they would have a chance to do the dishes together - talking, touching, and 'accidentally' bumping into each other in a subtle foreplay they both understood and enjoyed a great deal. Bath time with Mimi was an event of a different sort - usually leaving him drenched from eyebrows to knees as the future mermaid loved the water, taking every opportunity to splash and kick, then squeal with delighted laughter. He'd learned to keep his uniform on until AFTER her bath when it was his night, knowing through experience that whatever he chose to put on would be soaked by the end of the half hour. Heading back downstairs, his daughter in her nightie slung over his shoulder giggling, the riot of copper curls coiling damply along her neck - kissing Dee they traded off and he got bedtime 'sugar' from his princess who then walked sedately back upstairs holding her Mommy's hand. One bedtime story later a pair of slender arms crept around his waist and a barely disguised voice asked, "Guess who?" "Jennifer Aniston?" He asked mock-hopefully, trying to name someone different every night. Her response was a snort of laughter, "Hardly, try again?" "Jennifer Lopez?" She poked him in the ribs with one hand, while the other slid carefully under his waistband to cup and stroke him. "Hmmmm. THAT seems familiar somehow...." "Better be. Might be all you're getting from here on out...." "Might it be the woman o' the house then?" he asked in an exaggerated Irish brogue. She giggled, stretching to kiss the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps. "Aye, it might," she agreed, grabbing another dishtowel to help him finish drying so they could head for bed that much more quickly. He'd never met a woman more willing - always ready to share a moment - sometimes a fast, hard fuck....driven and intense - other times slow leisurely lovemaking - or a playful, spontaneous quickie. It never seemed to matter to her - she never complained of not being satisfied - quite the contrary. On the other hand she never said 'no', or 'later' either. The one time he'd half teasingly said something about not being able to satisfy her she'd just laughed, kissed him soundly and shortly thereafter left him convinced that, if nothing else SHE could certainly satisfy HIM. That night was no exception. They showered together in what had become their nightly ritual - and the bathing became touching became foreplay. John had 'invested' in a bigger bed so that they had more playroom together, but he admitted to missing the close confines of their first bed when time came to sleep, frequently waking up on the opposite side of the bed from the little red-head he so enjoyed cuddling. Waking next to her with his morning wood pressed firmly into the cleft of her buttocks was a heady pleasure to be enjoyed at every possible opportunity. As they moved from the bathroom to the bedroom their quiet teasing and gentle loving became increasingly urgent and as he plunged into her that night he bent down, taking one of her fat nipples between his lips on impulse he nipped it sharply. She gasped with delight and spasmed almost immediately, her hot wet cunt milking his cock delightfully. Unable to last under the stimulus he stiffened, spurting his seed deep into her womb, neither of them thinking for the moment about making a baby, just enjoying each other and the moment. Lying together afterward in a half doze, kissing and cuddling and murmuring words of love neither would remember in the morning. He woke sometime later in the night, his prick nearly glued to her body with the remains of their earlier loving, lying curled around her, one hand cupping her breast. He settled back, enjoying her warmth and the steady peace of her quiet breathing, prepared to return to sleep until he realized he had to pee. Getting up quietly so as not to wake his wife he kissed her on the shoulder and headed down the hall to the bathroom. As he peed and washed up, using a warm wet washcloth to gently remove most of the dried cum from his thighs and genitals he realized he could hear another sound. Quiet whimpering was coming from the area of Mimi's room and he padded over to her crib softly, reaching to pat the baby girl and soothe her back to sleep he only realized she was awake and fussing when she held up her arms to him. "Holch' Daddy..." she whimpered, and he picked her up, laying her against his shoulder where she felt perhaps a little warm. He could hear her grating her teeth together too and recalled Dee saying that their daughter was teething again. Turning on the little light on her dresser he searched for and found the numbing gel, rubbing it on the little one's gums as she chewed on his finger enthusiastically. Almost too enthusiastically he thought as she caught him with sharp incisors. Settling back into the rocking chair in her room his princess held snug in his arms as she gummed one knuckle, he had every intention of staying awake until Mimi went back to sleep, returning her to her crib and rejoining her Mama in bed. That WAS his intent..... The reality was that he woke, startled when he felt Mimi slipping from his arms, clutching for her only to intercept Dee's warm body and hear her whispered, "Shhhhh, it's okay, I've got her." Realizing he had fallen asleep he got out of the rocker, easing his stiff limbs and yawning silently as he waited for Dee to put Mimi back to bed and join him. In the doorway she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her warm naked body next to his and he found himself responding again to her presence. She snuggled even closer to him as he stiffened, giggling quietly and murmuring, "Want more do you?" Bending his head he captured her earlobe with his teeth, whispering for her ears only, "Of you? Always!" She sighed happily, tilting her neck to allow him to nibble and suck at leisure downward to the juncture of her shoulder, suddenly shivering with goosebumps and pressing her hard nipples against his chest. Pulling away from him and drawing him behind her she moved back to their room, closing the door and adjusting the volume on the nursery monitor. John moved toward the bed but she shook her head, pulling him over to the bentwood rocker resting in a pool of moonlight. "Here?" He asked with amusement, and she nodded vigorously, barely waiting until he had sat down and settled before she was clambering on top of him. "Wait.....," he muttered, and once sharply, "Ouch!" when she accidentally pinched his thigh between her butt and the chair. Finally she settled her warmth around him - her legs draped over the arms of the chair, her breasts pressed snug against his chest, her arms reaching over his shoulders to grip the back of the chair. His hands dropped to cup her buttocks as he began to rock in the chair - each time he rocked feeling much like what he imagined sex in a swing would feel like - neither of them having to move, the rocking motion itself providing all the internal action needed. Looking over her shoulder he realized the chair was still perfectly positioned for viewing oneself in the cheval glass, watching the sweet, pear shape of her ass as it lifted and dropped in the chair.....between his thighs...on the hard staff of his cock... Watching in the mirror mesmerized him. It was like watching an excellent porno movie...one he could feel and even smell he realized as she began to writhe in his lap and the sweet musk of her arousal began to fill the night air. Having cum once already he found he was in no rush this time and she spasmed around him again and again. Urging her hands lower on the back of the rocker allowed her to lean back, giving him room to bend over her suckling freely from each of her breasts in turn - drawing life and sustenance from her body along with the love she gave him so willingly and this time when she began to buck against him, her pussy gripping him tightly, he gave in, thrusting up against her and filling her again and again with the proof of his own love. It was several long minutes before either of their heartbeats or breathing rates settled sufficiently that they could move or stand, finally clinging to each other as they moved back into bed to lie cradled together the remainder of the night.... ~ ~ ~ It was a scant three weeks later when he woke to Dee's absence in bed. Thinking at first she might have gotten up with Mimi he realized he could hear the sounds of someone being quietly sick down the hall in the bathroom. Worried about her he padded down the hall to check on her, opening the bathroom door to find her quietly brushing her teeth - softly radiant in the morning light. "Are you okay?" She nodded happily, passing him something that, at first glance he thought was their digital thermometer - which, he assumed, meant she wasn't running a fever. It took him several seconds of staring at the blue plus sign before he realized what he was holding...and what it meant. Pulling her close and running his hand over the belly that would soon be swelling with his baby.....their new baby.... he kissed Dee soundly, not minding the taste of the toothpaste, or his wife's giggling high spirits - knowing only that he was, perhaps, the luckiest man alive, and looking forward to the next few months.