Free Shared By The Soldiers by A.B. Summers Page A

do what Chris says, feeling my initial shock transform rapidly into a hungry anticipation as I watch Parker, this goddamn specimen of a Marine, start to undo his belt-buckle as his gaze fixes on my nipples that are hard and pointy under my thin yellow sundress. He glances down at my crotch for a moment, blinking as he stares at the way my dress is sticking to my soaked mound.
    I smile at Parker, forcing myself to stop thinking about how goddamn WEIRD it is that my Chris, my HUSBAND, just asked me to undress another man and get ready to suck his cock! I feel dirty for a moment, filthy for a second, like a SLUT right now. And you know what . . . it feels safe, exciting, wonderful, and LIBERATING!
    So I smile at Parker again and now I reach out and touch his chest, start to undo the stiff buttons on his tight khaki dress shirt, slide my hands under the cloth and feel the hardness of his pecs and stomach. There are ridges of muscles that feel hard as bone beneath his undershirt, and I can feel my own passion start to stir again, the heat rising between my legs as I help Parker pull his half-unbuttoned shirt off.
    His undershirt comes off quickly too, and I blink and take a deep breath as I just freeze and stare at his mammoth frame, those glistening ridges of muscles that make his chest and stomach look like something out of a magazine, a movie, maybe a dream!
    I kiss his tanned chest now, taking his tight nipple into my mouth, running my tongue down the center of his torso, breathing in his smell. Parker has already unzipped and is slowly pushing his pants down over his muscular hips, and I slide my hands into his pants now, my fingers searching for an opening in his underwear.
    Now I find it and I push my right hand into his underwear, gasping as I feel the heat of his erection, smell the clean musk of his crotch, taste the faintly salty grain of his skin as I continue to kiss and lick his bare chest, his stomach, my fingers struggling to find space inside his tight underwear, to maneuver their way around his incredibly stiff cock that feels like coiled steel in his pants.
    “Oh, God, you’re so hard,” I whisper as I pull my hands out and try to help him push his tight pants down.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” Parker whispers, his voice thick with arousal, and I almost giggle at how strange it sounds for a man to be calling me “Ma’am” right before I take his cock into my mouth.
    Now his pants are down at his ankles and I squat down to help him get them off his feet. But as I bend down I feel his erection against my face, the cloth of his gleaming white underwear sticking straight out like a horizontal teepee. And now I cannot help myself, I just cannot. Oh, LORD it has been so long since I had a cock in my mouth, so GODDAMN long. And so I forget about Parker’s pants and I just open up and start to lick the tip of his cock through his underwear, puckering my lips and kissing now, feeling the stickiness of his pre-cum oozing through the clean cotton of his shorts.
    I am breathing heavily as I squat down and lick his mammoth erection, and now I feel Parker’s hands on my head, then my shoulders, now reaching lower as he bends slightly.
    Suddenly in one swift movement Parker pulls my dress straight off over my head, and I jerk my head back as I feel a slight breeze in the room from the cloth whipping past my ears. He tosses the yellow sundress onto the floor behind him, and now I am in my black bra and panties, still squatting in front of his erection. I stare up at him, my lips already sticky with his pre-cum and my drool, and I smile now, smile at this Marine, at his cock, at the thought of my husband watching this.
    But my back is still to the camera, I realize, and so, holding onto Parker’s cock through his tight white briefs, I change position so that we are in profile to the camera. I glance over at the computer screen once, and I can see that Chris is nodding slightly, his face all red, his eyes wide like a madman’s,