A
Soldier's Christmas Homecoming
Part
1
Jim had a hard on for most of
the overseas flight home
from Iraq. Visions of his wife, Terry, cascaded
through his mind in abundant verdant images, fond
images of the first time they had made love, and then
also the second and third and finally the night of
their marriage. It had been fast, sort of a whirlwind
relationship, but he was getting ready to rotate
overseas, and there was absolutely no question in
either one of their minds that they loved each other
deeply and forever. They both felt absolutely sure,
and absolutely ready to commit to each other for their
whole life.
Terry letters had been filled with how much she missed
him, and also of loving reassurances in each and every
email, written daily, like clockwork just before she
went to bed each night, expressing her love for him.
He had earned his leave the hard way, partly by being
soldier of the year, and partly by saving the
commanding general’s ass in a surprise ambush by the
insurgents. The shrapnel through his thigh had sewed
up the hard-to-get leave. His purple heart was in
processing, as well as his award for meritorious
service and for gallantry in action. The general had
personally awarded that particular commendation at
reveille the very next morning!
And so as Jim flew home, hour on tedious hour of
anxious waiting to see his beloved wife again, caused
his thoughts to turn naturally to her sexy body, how
she had been so responsive to his touches. His best
friend had told him of the rumors about her, how she
was easy, enjoyed by many men already. He had not
cared. Her eyes saw only him when they were together.
And Jim’s eyes saw only her.
True enough, they really did not know each other for
long before they had suddenly, impulsively tied the
knot. But she had lived up to every single word of
her promises. And she had written him every single
day, not just a jotted short note either, but a long
love letter of her day, and of her continuing love for
him. No other man in his unit had received as many
emails. It was so obvious that even his best buddy
had commented on it.
Jim dozed once, waking to memories of his naked wife
in the throws of her glorious orgasm. His cock was
as hard as the barrel or his rifle as he sat their
fantasizing about making love with her when he got
home.
He had deliberately not told her he was coming home.
He wanted to surprise her, give himself to her as his
Christmas gift to her. He had of course already
shopped on line and bought her gobs of stuff, gift
wrapped of course, but all that would pale in
comparison to him walking through the front door of
their sparse, small, one bedroom house. Yes, he could
visualize the look on her face when he walked in! His
cock got even harder as he thought of her sitting in
her bathrobe near the small tree she had emailed him a
picture of, hearing the sound of a key in the lock,
and suddenly seeing him walk through the door,
grinning as wide as a battle tank breaching the hole
in the enemy front line.
He grinned lustfully as his sex starved mind turned to
making love to his wife again, seeing in his mind’s
eye her full firm breasts, so plump and sensitive!
WOW, he had loved touching her nipples, feeling her
chest rise in response to his teasings, hearing her
moan as his mouth found her hardening dark nubbins.
Her breasts, so incredibly round and high and in-love
with his touches and his mouth and his caresses, were
there at home, waiting for his hands, his mouth, his
gentle loving fondling. He could almost feel his cock
sinking slowly, lovingly into her unused little pussy
when he opened her robe, opened her body to him, after
he had kissed and suckled and tongued her cleft. Yes,
he was so hard, so horny, so ready to make love all
night and all Christmas day.
He was so eager and optimistic about their two weeks
of his leave. He wondered if they would even emerge
from their little house at all. Just two weeks, but
two weeks of not having to work. Just him and his
beloved Terry, together, naked, making love over and
over!
His cock was harder than first sergeant during
inspection.
The damn cab seemed to be crawling through traffic.
Every corner seemed to have its own snafu. The
pre-Christmas traffic seemed to make the 30 minute
trip from the airport take forever. Jim’s cock stayed
hard, ever so eager and un-recalcitrant about wanting
to have sex the very second he walked through the
door. They wouldn’t of course, but not because he
didn’t want to. He knew he had to give her a bit of
time to see and smell and touch him and get used to
being with a man again after the nine months he had
been away.
The taxi had driven by a factory that seemed to smell
as warm and musky as her sweet pussy did when she was
finally filled and satisfied, after their lovings.
His cock had almost spurted when he had smelled THAT
distinct sexy scent! Yes, he was SO ready to finally
be with his woman again.
The sun had set, and the evening was quite dark by the
time he was nearing home. Had it not been for the
freshly fallen snow, it would have been pitch dark.
As the taxi turned the last corner, he scanned the row
of houses, finding theirs, the little yellow house
with light brown shutters. The shutters were false,
but they had so enthralled Terry when they had been
looking for a place for her to live while he was
overseas. He smiled at the memory of her excited face
as they suddenly had come upon the little house. “It
is PERFECT,” she had gushed, her face flushed with her
excitement.
The taxi driver leaned back and said, “Just point when
we get close son, and I’ll pull over, all right?”
His voice tremulous in his excitement, Jim had simply
muttered “Sure!” His eyes were glued on the center of
the block where he knew their house was. It was set
back a bit, behind the neighbor’s carport, if he
remembered correctly.
Suddenly he saw it! The lights were on.
WAIT!
There was a man walking up to their front door!
Confused and startled, Jim did not point out their
house to the taxi driver. Just as they drove past,
the front door opened and his wife stood there looking
at the man on the front porch. As Jim watched, his
beloved wife flung herself into the man’s arms, her
legs girdling his hips. She hugged him tightly, their
cheeks pressed tightly against each other. They
stayed like that the whole time the taxi passed on
slowly down the street.
Jim stared, swiveling in his seat as they passed. As
the taxi neared the end of the block, he saw his wife
take the man’s hand and pull him into their little
house. The door shut as the taxi stopped at the stop
sign at the next intersection. It was as if when the
light from within the house was shut off by the
closing of the door, the lights in Jim’s world went
out as well.
The taxi driver turned in his seat. His eyes were
full of compassion. His experienced eyes watched the
handsome uniformed service man as his face
transitioned from a controlled mask of confusion, to
fear, and then turning to anger.
The taxi driver had seen this before. He knew all he
could do was simply wait for the soldier to tell him
what was to happen next.
After a long pause, the man in the back seat simply
said, “Take me to a god damn bar!”
The taxi stopped about a mile further on. The soldier
got out, paid his fare, and after leaning against the
wall for a few minutes, entered the tavern.
The taxi driver wished he had not seen what had just
happened to a service man on the night before
Christmas. It just wasn’t fair. “GOD DAMN IT!” he
swore as he drove off.
Jim sat there at the bar, downing shot after shot of
mind numbing alcohol. The anger inside him boiled and
simmered as he sat there, the image of his wife
hugging another man with so much lustful enthusiasm
burning into his very core, until he could no longer
stand his seething emotional pain.
Jim was ashamed of his unexplainable erection as he
thought about his wife being with another man. Why in
the HELL would he be hard, thinking about his cheating
damn wife fucking another man? Jim had no idea why
his cock was betraying him, but he knew what his heart
felt, the treachery, the realization that all that she
had said was a god damn lie! His anger was a roiling
boil as he tried to reconcile why his damn cock was
hard while his heart was breaking.
The bar tender had stood close to the soldier, hoping
against hope that the soldier would unload his obvious
pain before it blew up. Too many times the bar tender
had seen a fight erupt when someone was this torn up
inside. Fights cost him money. The cost of repairs
and the loss of other patrons had a long term
lingering effect on the bottom line of his little
tavern.
The bar tender was almost ready to tell the soldier
that he could not serve him any more alcohol when the
soldier suddenly fished a roll of bills out of his
pocket, paid his tab, and got up. The bar tenders
eyes followed the young man as he walked rather
unsteadily to the taxi phone and ordered a cab.
The bar tender breathed a sigh of relief as the young
soldier staggered out of the bar.
Once inside the taxi, Jim changed his mind. He had
intended to simply find a hotel room and sleep off his
drinking, then confront his wife in the morning. But
once outside, he had suddenly decided he needed to
find out once and for all what his wife was up to! He
knew he would not sleep until he knew for sure, until
he had actually seen her cheating fucking legs wrapped
around her god damn lover as she came and came just
like she did with him when they had been together.
Trying to hang onto a last vestige of hope, Jim
rationalized that she had at least been a faithful
wife in terms of writing to him daily. And she had
never hinted that she was even thinking about cheating
on him.
‘But then what wife would?’ Jim thought. After all,
he had known when he married her that she was a
rounder. He cursed under his breath at his fucking
hard on. It seemed to demand his attention when all
he wanted to do was slam his battle hardened fist into
the face of the asshole that was fucking his wife
right at this very moment.
The cab pulled up in front of the little yellow house.
Jim paid his fare before he opened the cab door. He
then silently closed the cab door, and walked
noiselessly to the front door, his key in his shaking
angry hand, all the while watching for any movement in
the darkened house.
Jim’s war trained ears were probing for the sounds of
his wife’s cumming as he stealthily opened the door,
his prick still hard, his heart breaking, and his mind
so full of anger he could not even begin to think
rationally.
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