Shared By The Soldiers

by Summers, A. B.

  . . . and in my mind I can visualize these two cocks all the way inside me, one on top, one on the bottom, one from front, one from behind. We are all moving in a strange rhythm that is haphazard and not perfectly timed, but somehow Jason’s cock is still pushing its way in and out of my mouth while Parker’s dick is shoving its way up inside me from behind.

  My hands are placed flat down on the armrest in front of me for support, but now I feel Parker’s grip on my ass loosen as he reaches around to pull on my tits, pinch my nipples. His body is pounding against me from behind, and his arm that is encircling me to feel my breasts is supporting me well enough for me to balance. And so I reach out and grasp at Jason’s swinging balls once again, clutching at the warm skin, massaging his erotic folds as I suck and sputter, heave and whimper. Come on, Soldier, I think. Come on now. Come on in to me.

  And I don’t know if it is my sudden move to grab Jason’s balls or if he just couldn’t hold on anymore, but I feel his hard body tense up like a board, and he arches his back, pushes his cock hard into my mouth, and fucking UNLEASHES his load, BLASTING his cum down my throat . . .

  . . . and somehow I hold on, keep his cock in my mouth, my hand on his balls. I force my throat to stay open as I swallow, and I can feel his semen flood me, invade my senses. Parker has slowed his wild thrusting, but not before RAMMING his cock into me one more time and then just holding his erection inside me, the tip of his cock touching a place far inside my depths.

  Jason is clutching at my hair and thrusting into my mouth as I struggle to hold on. Parker is supporting me from behind as Jason pours his cum into me. From my right I can hear Chris muttering and groaning on the computer as he watches me, his wife, his sweet Amy, get double-teamed by these magnificent Marines, shared by these strapping soldiers, taken by these two men.

  And it’s all for us, Chris, I think as I watch Jason finally pull his cock out of my mouth and stagger backwards for two steps, his erection looking thick and wet, a long sticky thread of cum still connecting him to my lower lip.

  It’s all for you and me, Chris, I think as I open my mouth and gasp for fresh air. With my breath comes the taste of fresh semen, and I glance once more at Jason as he backs away and leans against the wall, his tight undershirt wet with sweat, his naked thighs looking muscular and flexed, his hips and cock still looking gigantic and beautiful.

  I did that, I think as I glance at Jason’s face all red and worn. His massive chest is heaving and his neck still looks strained and tense as he mutters something under his breath and looks at my hanging tits once more before managing to smile.

  Parker is holding still, with his cock still all the way inside me, his erection still at full-mast. It is a crazy feeling to have his telephone-post of a cock filling me up but yet remaining motionless inside me. It won’t be motionless for long, I know, and even as I think that I feel myself start to move my hips slightly, stick my ass up as I arch my back down.

  Parker groans loudly, and I feel his palm against the small of my back, applying pressure as my movement tightens my pussy around his cock. I am still on my hands and knees across the armchair, and Parker is standing behind me. I glance over my shoulder, and I can see that Parker is positioning one knee on the armrest to give him leverage, and so I take a deep breath and prepare.

  Yes, I think as I glance over at Chris on the computer screen, my husband who looks painfully hard but happy as hell . . . yes, I need to prepare, because I’m about to get fucked, from behind, on camera, by this powerful Marine who has my husband’s permission to come inside me.

  28

  CHRIS

  My balls are aching and raw, my cock is swollen and throbbing, and the blood is pumping in my head as I watch my Amy wipe Jason’s cum from her red lips and arch her back down as she prepares for Parker to go into full-throttle. The scene with Amy being taken from behind as Jason titty-fucked her and then rammed his cock into her mouth could have lasted a second or an eternity—I have no fucking idea. No, time has lost all meaning for me now, and I sense it has for Amy as well. We have already experienced a lifetime’s worth of erotic adventure in the past hour, more than most married couples will even get CLOSE to! And it’s not over yet.

  No, it’s not over yet, I think as I watch Amy start to gyrate her magnificent ass. I can tell she is flexing the muscles of her cunt in that special way only she can, in that way she does when she’s feeling filled and her pussy feels tight. You like that, Parker? You’re enjoying my wife’s cunt, my brother? Fuck yes, you are. You are because I am allowing it. So enjoy the gift, Parker. Enjoy it while you have it.

  Parker is groaning and mumbling, the sunlight hitting him in a way that makes the sweat on his naked muscles glisten as he looks down at my Amy’s white ass slapping against his heavy bronze hips. She is moaning loudly, in a way I can tell is for me, for me alone.

  I reach down for my aching cock again, cursing myself for not bringing in some more lube. I had no idea I’d be shooting my load so many times, rubbing myself with such force that my cock would get this red and raw. The floor is sticky with my semen, and I am almost surprised at how much has poured out of me. Still, my balls feel full and heavy, like they have been saving up for this moment, like my body has been stockpiling my own semen in preparation for this. So I just grunt and rub the wet tip of my cock, gathering my pre-cum and coating the shaft of my cock with it, lubing myself up with my own juice.

  It feels good, and I let out a deep groan as I watch Parker reach forward and grab Amy’s hair, pulling her head back slowly but surely. Her neck looks beautiful all arched back like that in the throes of her ecstasy even as her tits shudder with the force of Parker’s thrust. Her moans are transforming into low grunts now, feminine but deep and guttural, coming from a place in her subconscious. She is no longer moaning on purpose, putting on a show. No, she is getting swept away by the waves of her arousal, and she is deeply wrapped up in herself now.

  It is turning me on to the point of madness, seeing my wife like this. As I absentmindedly pull on my foreskin it occurs to me that it is such a privilege to be able to see my wife as an independent sexual being, a free and complete person, a woman in her own right even though she is and will always be MY woman. Oh, God, Amy, I love you. I love you, my baby. I love you, my honey. I love you, my wife.

  I love you, my slut.

  And I am furiously jerking myself off as I think that last sentence, the words making me flinch but at the same time hardening my cock and tensing up my balls in a way that almost makes my head explode. Amy’s mouth is wide open, her tongue hanging out and flopping up and down as Parker slams his body into her from behind, his face contorted with the effort and ecstasy, his mouth open wide just like Amy’s, just like mine, and . . . and . . . and . . . oh, fuck, are we all going to come together?!

  But Parker comes first, with a goddamn HOWL, and he thrusts so hard that Amy SCREAMS as Parker yanks her hair once before quickly letting go. His hands are back on her ass now, his fingers digging in, creating deep red streaks on my wife’s soft white skin. Now he spreads her asscheeks and stares down at her asshole and shouts, and from the sound he makes I know he is BLASTING his cum into her cunt, into my Amy’s cunt, into my goddamn WIFE’S cunt!

  He comes for almost a full minute, thrusting all the while, pressing Amy’s asscheeks so hard I am certain there will be marks on her tomorrow. Amy’s tongue is still hanging out, but I can tell she is smiling even though her mouth is wide open. She is enjoying this, enjoying the feeling of Parker’s hot semen flooding her insides, pouring into the dark valleys of her vagina, filling those secret spaces that have been dry and untouched for a year now.

  Finally he is done, and he finishes with a last, forceful thrust which brings a silent scream to Amy as her tits shudder once more. Parker withdraws now, and I lean in close and stare with wild eyes at the sight of another man’s cock slowly emerge from my wife’s pussy, a long trail
of thick white semen following it.

  Oh, shit, she’s full of his cum, isn’t she? Oh, motherfucker, she’s filled with his semen. Oh, Amy, you darling little slut of mine. Show me. Show me. SHOW ME!

  I am pulling on my cock harder and harder now, and although I was trying to control my orgasm, I don’t give a fuck right now. I want to see. I want to SEE!

  “Show me,” I mumble into the microphone, my voice thick and hoarse. “Show me, Amy.”

  Amy looks at me on the computer now. She knows what I want. We talked about it once or twice last week, during one of those long phone calls when we were both masturbating and talking dirty to each other, talking about what this day would be like. She was shocked the first time I mentioned it, but I know she’s read enough hotwife stories by now to have thought about it herself. So she knows what I want to see, and she will show it to me.

  And she does just that, first showing me a smile that’s laced with Jason’s semen, lips still wet from saliva and cum.

  “Oh, babe,” she whispers, sitting down fully on the armchair now and facing the camera. “Here you go, baby. Here you go.”

  And she spreads her legs wide now, placing one leg over each armrest. I almost cry out with an overwhelming sense of arousal as I see her pink slit exposed for me, a thick stream of slow-moving cum oozing out of the tight space between her legs.

  “Oh, fuck, Amy,” I mumble as I feel my orgasm start to build at the base of my throbbing shaft. “Oh, shit, Amy.”

  Now Amy’s smile disappears as she stares at my cock on the screen. She did not come when Parker unloaded inside her, and now she reaches down and taps her clit with her index finger. She taps it harder, then flicks it desperately before rubbing it with her thumb as she keeps her legs spread wide for me, for my viewing pleasure.

  She is looking down at her own cunt as she masturbates, and for one beautiful moment we are both staring at my wife’s pussy lips all spread wide, the semen of another man coating the dark folds, dripping down to her asscrack and onto the clean cushion.

  I stare at this frontal view of my wife all hunched over, and I massage my balls as I prepare to unload all over the floor for the third time today. My eyelids are fluttering now as I feel my orgasm roll in, and I start to shudder as it comes.

  And just before I explode, I open my eyes and realize that Amy is staring right at me as she feverishly fingers herself, and ten seconds later, with our eyes locked in a magical moment, we both climax together.

  29

  AMY

  My orgasm comes like a silent earthquake, and it shakes me from my quivering thighs and ass all the way up to my convulsing tits and tensed up neck. I am sticky all over, outside and inside. I am hot all over, outside and inside. I am completely outside myself and at the same time completely inside myself. Nothing makes sense except what I can see right now.

  And what I can see is my Chris, his beautiful eyes locked in on mine, his wonderful cock pouring his glorious white semen all over his clenched fist as he climaxes in time with me. We are eight thousand miles apart, but we have never been closer than in this moment, I know. Never.

  I plunge my fingers into my slit as I bring my orgasm to a finish, my neck arching back as I slam my body into the backrest of the armchair. I am soaked with sweat, filled with cum, alive with an overwhelming sense of joy, and I shiver and gasp in my ecstasy as the world fades in and out.

  Soon my orgasm is winding down, and I slowly shiver and shake as I feel my body relax. I sink into the armchair, my legs still spread wide, my hand still down at my crotch. I am aching all over, but it feels good, so goddamn good. My body is tingling all over in a way that makes me want to run my own hands all over myself. It is just like so many of those other veteran hotwives said: After the first time you will feel a new sense of comfort and love for your own body, a new sense of respect for your own sexuality. And I feel it now. I feel it now. I feel it now.

  I smile and groan as I turn on my side, curling my legs up and balling up into a fetal position for a moment. I am still looking at Chris, smiling at him. We are still connected in that unspoken, almost spiritual way right now, and I am in complete bliss, at absolute peace.

  We stare at one another in silence for many minutes, perhaps even half an hour—I have no idea. Time seems almost nonexistent right now, and I could stay like this forever, I know. But now I slowly become aware of the sounds in the living room around me, and I turn onto my stomach and lean over the armrest of the padded chair to see how my two soldiers, my magnificent Marines, my sex toys for the day, are getting along.

  Parker is right in front of me, walking out of the bathroom. He is still fully naked, his cock swinging from left to right and back again like a heavy section of pipe. He smiles as we make eye contact, and then he looks past me, behind me.

  I am still on my stomach, draped across the chair, my ass fully exposed, and now I feel hands on my buttocks. I am startled for a moment, but of course it is Jason. I sigh and lower my head and let him rub the globes of my ass. His hands are warm and it feels nice to be touched while I am in this state.

  He rubs me with firm hands, gathering the flesh of my asscheeks, squeezing and releasing, kneading and pressing. I feel his thumb rub along my asscrack, sending a shiver through me as I slowly bring my knees under me with his gentle coaxing. I’m not sure where this is going, but I am feeling good, feeling safe, feeling happy, and I let Jason continue.

  Now I can feel Jason’s breath down near my ass, and I know his face is right there. His hands are still on my buttocks, and now I feel his lips on my behind as well. He kisses me gently on the left cheek and then the right. He kisses me again, his breath feeling hot against my skin, his lips feeling wet. I sigh gently, feeling a ripple of arousal move through my thighs and hips, up past my still-wet pussy, up to my sore nipples, my stiff neck. It is a strange sort of arousal—slow moving and silent, not desperate and urgent like it was earlier. But I have come hard three times already, maybe even more if I sit down to count, and since this is all new for me in a way, I tell myself to relax and let things flow.

  Jason is licking me now, coating my smooth asscheeks with his saliva even as he continues to rub my buttocks with increasing force and intensity. He spreads me now, and I gasp as I feel his tongue tease my taint.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say in surprise. The surprise is partly because I do not cuss out loud much, but also because I did not expect to be feeling this strange new arousal that is invading me from behind right now.

  So I allow Jason to spread me as wide as my asscheeks will go, and I arch my neck up and gasp loudly when I feel his tongue swirl around my asshole and then push its way into my clean pucker.

  My asscheeks as quivering now as Jason tongue-fucks me in the ass, and suddenly I can feel the heat rising in me again. I don’t know how long it has been since my last orgasm, but clearly my body is waking up again, telling me that it wants more, perhaps something different.

  I close my eyes as Jason licks me in long, vertical strokes from behind, coating the full length of my rear cleavage with his warm saliva. I spread my knees a bit to open up wider, and now I feel Jason’s fingers under me, caressing my soft inner thighs, grazing my clit, teasing my cunt, now traveling up the length of my asscrack to where his tongue is darting in and out of me.

  It feels filthy and strange, but I cannot deny I am turned on. I have touched myself there before, fantasized about being penetrated from behind, enjoyed the sensation of my own fingers up inside me. It does make me nervous though, but somehow the nervousness is translating into a heightening sense of arousal for me, and I let Jason go on. Yes, I let him go on because I know I can stop him if I want. If I want. If I want.

  Do I? Do I want to stop him?

  Now I feel Jason slowly push his pinky finger into my saliva-soaked asshole, and I shudder and shake and turn my head to glance at Chris on the computer screen.


  No, I think as I look at Chris, I’m not going to stop him.

  And as I think that I feel a strange surge of emotion rush through me. I am about to allow a man to do something that even my husband has never done, to go to a place inside me that even Chris has never been. Am I ready for this? Is Chris ready for this? Is our marriage ready for this?

  And as Jason pulls his pinky out of me and slowly starts to push his thick middle finger inside, I groan and close my eyes and smile to myself and think, you know what, Chris—it’s up to you. I’m not going to stop him, but you can. So what will you do, Chris? What will you do, my husband, my soldier, my lover . . . my pimp.

  30

  CHRIS

  Is this really happening? Is she really going to let him do that? Is he really doing that?

  I am shaking as I stare at Jason lick my wife’s asshole then push his finger inside. She is clearly enjoying it, my Amy, my slut, my whore. And what was that look she gave me, that strange look? Mischief? Affection? Arousal?

  Or was it defiance? A statement that she’s going to do what she wants and I am powerless to stop her as I sit here with my dick in my hand, eight thousand miles away!

  I am feeling anger now, a slow-building rage, and I start to breathe hard as I lean forward and prepare to say something into the microphone. But as I lean forward, I feel something, and when I look down I realize that I am hard again, erect again, stiff like a post, upright like a goddamn pole!

  This makes me hesitate as I stare at my own cock as if I am surprised by its behavior. What is wrong with me? This shouldn’t be turning me on, right? A man is about to fuck my wife up the ass, something I’ve never even really talked about with Amy, and I’m sitting here with a goddamn erection?

  My head is spinning as I watch my wife raise her ass higher, spread her cheeks wider, push herself into Jason’s face and hands as he alternates pushing his tongue and fingers into her. What the fuck is she doing? What the fuck is she allowing him to do? Have we gone too far? Is this getting out of hand? Am I losing control? Losing my wife? Losing my marriage? After that beautiful orgasm we just shared? What the fuck is going on?