Marines For My Wife

Sgt. Packer

I was a staunch supporter of our troops in Iraq and early on in the war I picked out ten names from a website and wrote to the guys on a regular basis and sent packages periodically.  It hit me hard when I was notified by a commander that one of the guys I was writing to had been killed in action. But I immediately picked out another name. Sadly, in the first year, I lost four of my buddies. But each time I replaced them with others.  I always extended a standing invitation to each one of them to stop for a visit when they got back to the states if they were in the area.  It was a sincere invitation, although I doubted if any of them would actually take me up on it. What a surprise I got.

One day my wife was at the store; I had just finIshed mowing the grass and was still in just my jeans after showering when I heard a knock at the door. I was taken aback to find a tall, tanned, young, lean looking Marine sergeant standing there, looking studly as hell in his uniform.  He took off his shades and put out his hand.

“Mr. Collins, I’m Sgt. Packer.  I want to first thank you for your support.  Then you said to drop by if I was in the area,” he said with a thin smile.

“Yes! Damn right! Come in, sergeant,” I said excitedly as I swung the door open for him.  A pair of strong legs and spit-polished combat boots carried him inside where I waved him to a chair. “Can I get you a beer?” I offered.

“A beer would be great if it’s not too much trouble,” he said. 

“No trouble,” I assured him. I got two beers out of the fridge and handed him one. 

He took a long drink, seeming to savor every drop.

“Damn, that tastes good,” he said. “Cold beer is hard to come by where I’ve been.” 

“Yeah, I read that booze and women were pretty much a scarcity over there,” I said.

“Non-existent is more like it,” he said. “That’s the first cold beer I’ve had in a year.”

“I notice you’re not saying the same about women,” I said.

“I took care of that last night,” he said with a sly grin. “First time in a year,” he added, shaking his head. 

“Poor girl,” I joked.

“Yeah, well, I’ve still got a lot of catching up to do,” he said.

“I can’t imagine it,” I said. “How the hell did you live with it?  Or without it, I should say.”

He laughed. “There’s not a red-blooded, honest man over there who won’t admit he took care of it by hand.”

“Hey, a guy does what he has to do,” I said.

As we talked, I hung onto the red-blooded part of his remark.  If ever there was a red-blooded American male, this guy was it.  By the way he filled up the doorway when he came in; he was over six feet tall and probably weighed well over two hundred pounds. A very lean and solid two hundred pounds, you could tell just from the way he moved and the way he filled out his uniform. His shoulders were wide and heavily muscled, his chest broad and thick, his chest bulging against his shirt, and his arms filled out the sleeves. Sitting down, his thighs flattened out thick and powerful in his pants, and his legs spread apart to make room for the hefty bulge in his crotch. 

I saw my wife pull up out front.  Sgt. Packer saw her too, although I don’t think he knew she was my wife, the way she parked out away from the garage, and I didn’t say anything.  I noticed he was having a hard time taking his eyes off of her, especially when she bent over to get the groceries out of the trunk. I looked, too. Lisa was all woman; shapely, firm-bodied, just about too gorgeous for her own good. Today she had on a white blouse that was tied around her waist, revealing her flat midsection, and pair of short, pink shorts that pulled up even shorter when she was bent over the trunk. Hell, I couldn’t keep from looking.

“You’ve got nice neighbors,” Sgt. Pack said.

I laughed.  “Yeah, I agree,” I said.

I heard him swallow.  Obviously, last night hadn’t taken care of everything for him; he did have a lot of catching up to do.

“Whew!” he whistled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything like that.”

“Yeah, I guess I am spoiled,” I said, laughing. He looked at me.

“Oh, hell!  Is that… I’m sorry sir, if that’s……”

“It is, and there’s nothing to apologize for,” I said. “She would appreciate that you noticed.  And so do I.”

“How could I not notice?  But I really am sorry; I must’ve come across like a sex-starved bull.”

“It showed in your voice,” I said, laughing. 

He set his beer down and stood up.  “Least I can do is go help her with the groceries, if that’s all right,” he said.

“She would appreciate it,” I said. I was a little bit ashamed that I hadn’t made the first move but I was too wrapped up in him. I wasn’t sure if he was offering to be helpful and maybe make up for his little blunder of if he just wanted to get close to her. I followed him out to the car and we were both standing there when Lisa rose up out of the trunk with two bags of groceries.

“I’ll take those, Ma’am,” the sergeant said as he reached for the bags.

“Oh. Well… thank you,” she said, looking around at me with a bewildered look.

“This is Sgt. Packer; he’s just back from Iraq.”

“Oh, yes, you’re one of the Marines my husband has been corresponding with!” she said excitedly.

“Yes, Ma’am, and he’ll never know how much we appreciate the support from back home.”

“I’m so glad you found the time to visit us,” she said, still beaming with delight.

Inside, Packer seemed to want to hang around the kitchen so I helped Lisa put away the groceries. Finally, she turned it over to me

“I’m going to let you finish this, Hon, while I go take a shower,” she said.  “It is so hot out there.”

So Sgt. Packer hung around in the kitchen with me while I finished putting away the groceries.

“You have a very beautiful wife,” he said as we were going back into the living room.  “But you already know that.”

“Yes, I’m one lucky guy,” I agreed.

“I apologize again for making an ass of myself,” he said.

“You didn’t make an ass of yourself. Hell, I have a hard time keeping my eyes off of her myself, and I should be used to it.”

“I don’t know how you could ever get used to it,” he said. 

“Anyway, it was just a case of testosterone in overdrive,” I joked.

“You can say that again,” he said, laughing.

Just then Lisa called out, “Jim, would you bring me a towel, please.”

I walked half way down the hallway to the linen closet and got two bath towels.  I closed the closet door and had my hand out for the bedroom door but then stopped when an idea suddenly hit me. Instead, I walked back into the living room, not believing what I was about to do.  

“Do you want to take these in to her?” I asked the sergeant.

He looked at me; a totally blank stare at first, then a slight scowl of disbelief. Then a thin smile came across his handsome face when he realized I meant it. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this,” he said as he set his beer down. “Are you sure?”

“No, not really. This is entirely out of the blue, spur of the moment,” I said. 

“Then maybe I shouldn’t… I mean, a strange guy walking into her bedroom… is she going to be okay with that?”

I laughed softly. “I guess you’ll find out.  But my wife is a very sexual woman, I don’t think she’ll kick you out,” I said, handing him the towels. “Straight down the hall, through the bedroom.”

He took the towels and headed down the hall while I stood there holding my breath.

The idea wasn’t totally out of the blue; the subject had come up two or three times between us in a joking manner. I initiated it one time when Lisa was ogling the young lifeguard at the beach when we were on vacation. I suggested that maybe I could arrange something for her with him. Lisa was a sucker for well-built, athletic men; she had married one. Then we were tussling in bed one time after that, when I had gotten a little too rambunctious and shot off quicker than I’d expected.  Not that she was upset or disappointed; it’d been only forty-five minutes instead of the hour or two I usually devoted to making love to her. I jokingly told her about a young kid who had come to work for me and maybe she would like for me to bring him home to be on hand to finish the job next time. We laughed about it.  Then one day she came to pick me up from work and saw the kid when he came out the door with me.

“Is that the kid you were talking about?” she asked eyeing him walking across the parking lot.      

“Yeah, that’s Johnnie,” I said. I was surprised she’d brought it up. “Should I stop him?” I asked, laughing, as we watched him pull his shirt off and toss it in his truck. Again, we laughed about it, but as I watched her watching him, it struck me that perhaps there might be a spark of interest in bringing another guy into our life.  I know I’d thought about it more than once, although not seriously, what it would be like to bring in another woman, but I never suggested it, or even gave a hint. I had to admit, the idea of another guy intrigued me just as much. That night while I was helping her fix supper, I brought it up again.

“Say, Hon, that kid at work……”

She looked around at me. “Johnnie?”

“Yeah, Johnnie. I invited him home for dinner….” I glanced up at the clock, “He should be here any minute.”

“Oh My Godd!” she gasped, throwing up her hands.  “You should’ve told me!”

She started pounding me in the chest, trying to be mad, till she started laughing too.

Seeing the totally shocked look, I quickly took her in my arms, laughing.  “Just kidding, Honey.”

 “How could you do that to me,” she said. 

“Hey, you looked flushed there for a minute,” I chided her. Then I turned serious. Look, I know we’ve joked around about it a couple of times, but if you’re not… joking… I mean, if deep down, you would like to try it… well, I wouldn’t be opposed to inviting another man in on our wonderful love life.”

“Brian….,” she said, dryly, laughing.

“Hey, just thought I would ask,” I said. “I want to see you happy.”

“You make me happier than any woman deserves,” she said.

“Yeah, but you could double your pleasure with somebody like him,” I said. “And besides….sometimes I could use the help.  There are times when you’re about too much woman for one man,” I added jokingly.

“Yeah, right. Like any woman would be too much for you,” she scoffed.

So we left it at that again, but the fact that she never once expressed any strong opposition to the idea stuck with me. 

“Oh!…dear!” I heard her exclaim as she obviously discovered the stranger in her bedroom.  Then I didn’t hear anything else. No scream, no running out of the bedroom, outraged--just nothing--and I smiled to myself.

For the next half hour I heard a few muffled grunts and groans. Finally, unable to contain myself, I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be in the bed with them, but that was out of the question. I stood at the door for a few minutes, listening to the moans of pleasure, then my hand was on the door handle.  Very carefully, I pressed the handle down and pushed the door open a tiny crack.  Peering in, I could see him, naked, his back to me, and Lisa’s face obstructed from view so I opened the door a bit more.  Actually, Lisa was pretty much completely obstructed except for her tanned, shapely legs crooked in the Marine’s arms and her arms around his broad shoulders. I gulped, watching the man’s naked body covering my wife, his hard butt flexing as he was thrusting at her. His rippling muscles gleamed in the soft light, his tight, round butt muscles clenching hard with each thrust of his big cock.  Lisa clawed at his back and shoulders and ran her hands down to his waist to pull him in, then back up to explore the strength of his massive arms. I couldn’t tell how big he was, except that he was using long strokes.

“Am I still doing okay?” the sergeant asked her.

“Oh, Godd….Godd, you are doing wonderful, sergeant.” she moaned.

I thought it odd that he would ask after a half hour, but it had been so long, perhaps he needed reassurance. He wouldn’t when he was finished with Lisa. I watched only for a few minutes before I pulled the door closed and left them to it.  I didn’t want to intrude, or embarrass Lisa by walking in on them. But the vision of the big, muscular Marine was emblazoned in my mind. I went back to the living room and turned on the television.

It was nearly a half hour more before Sgt. Packer came out.  He was fully dressed and looking sharp as before. He seemed uneasy. Not embarrassed, but unsure what to do or say.

“Whew!” he said, finally, shaking his head.

“Everything okay?” I asked, to put him at ease. “You could probably use another beer.”

“Oh, thanks!” he said, with great relief in his voice.  “But I… I mean, that Is, if you think I should stay.”

“Of course you should stay,” I said as I went to the kitchen to get us both a beer.

“Look, I don’t know what just happened, but I never had anything like this happen to me before.”

I laughed.  “Well, I got a pretty good idea what was happening, from the noise down the hall,” I said.

“Oh, no! I didn’t… Oh, man, I hope I didn’t cause her or you any embarrassment.” 

“Making love to my wife with my permission, and obviously hers, is not something you should be embarrassed about,” I said. “And for the record, this is a first for us, to,” I added.

He took several swallows of beer.  “I said you have a very beautiful wife.  I had no idea, till I saw her,” he said.

I heard the shower turn off.  “Excuse me,” I said, and went back to the bedroom. Lisa was stepping out of the shower and I handed her a towel.

“Do you need another dry towel?” I asked with a thin smile.

“Yes. Thank you.”  She was trying not to smile and she couldn’t look at me.  I stepped up to her and took the towel myself. 

“It’s okay to smile about it,” I told her.

“Oh, Brian, I can’t believe what I just did.”

“Well, from the looks of the glow on your face and the deep satisfaction in your eyes, I would say you were just made love to by a sex starved man who knew what he was doing,” I said.

“Brian, I am so… happy!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I don’t mean to say that you haven’t always satisfied me, or that he was better, but…….”

“He was different,” I finished for her.

“Yes. Godd, it was wonderful. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

“Mind? I’m the one who sent him in to you with the towels, and I would be disappointed if he didn’t make you happy,” I said.

I left her to finish dressing and went back out to the living room, where Sgt. Packer was sitting, gazing out the window.

“What a welcome home,” he said rather absently, then turned around. “I had no idea this was awaiting me when you said to drop by for a visit when I got back to the states.”

“Well, we had no idea either,” I said.  “It was spur of the moment.”

Just then Lisa came in, looking fresh as a daisy in pink shorts and a light blue blouse. Her face was still flushed and she had a shy, embarrassed twinkle in her eyes. Sgt. Packer stood up when she came in and sat beside me on the couch. They looked at each other rather nervously and I asked her if she wanted a beer.

“I’ll get it,” Packer said quickly. He brought the beer and stood squarely in front of her to hand it to her, almost as if he were displaying himself.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No, thank you,” he said. He walked over and sat in the recliner.

I held up my beer for a toast. “Welcome home,” I said.

“What a welcome home,” he said.

I guided the conversation to other things and the tension eased.  Before long we were laughing and talking like three old friends and the afternoon wore on into the evening.

“When is the last time you had a steak, Sergeant?” I asked him.

“About ten months ago, the one and only steak I’ve had since I left the states,” he replied.

As if on cue, Lisa got up to fix dinner.

“Listen, if you were thinking of… I couldn’t impose,” Sgt. Packer said.

“I’ll hear no more about it, you’re staying for dinner” Lisa cut him off. “You must be starving.”

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t argue with her,” he said rather sheepishly.

“Yes, I learned that a long time ago,” I said. “Can you stay the night?” I asked in a quieter tone.

“I don’t… well, I… I hadn’t planned to, but…..”  His voice was a little shaky with the prospect of what I might be suggesting.

“Do you have the time?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m not on any schedule, except to see my parents before I report for duty. If you have a place for me to sleep…..”

I chuckled.  “You know your way to the bedroom,” I said.

He looked surprised.  “Oh. You mean I… to stay the night… are you sure it would be all right?” he asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

“I’m sure, but I will check,” I said.  I got up and went into the kitchen. I came up behind Lisa and put both arms around her and hugged her tight.

“What?” she asked, in a suspicious tone.

“What do you say we ask Sgt. Packer to stay the night?”

“You’ve already asked him, haven’t you?” she said.

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

“He wanted to make sure it’s okay with you,” I said.

“Where will he sleep?” she asked.

“We have a guest room,” I reminded her.

“Where will he sleep?” she asked again.

“I was thinking I might take the guest room,” I said.

She turned in my arms.  “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have sent him in with the towels,” I said. I was half hoping that she would suggest that I join them but when she didn’t, I didn’t press it.

So Sgt. Packer spent the night in my bed with my wife while I slept in the guest room.  From the sounds, I was sure he was remembering all the moves and had caught up on his love making; and if anybody could do that for him, Lisa could.

The next morning I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Lisa came out. She looked rather disheveled but happy and content. She came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You are the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Well, perhaps the second most wonderful man in the world; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with such a contented look,” I chided her.

“Contended? Or exhausted?” she asked, laughing.

“Took you a while to wear him down, huh?” I joked

“Oh, he’s still not wore down,” she said.

“Well, then maybe you need to go back and finish the job,” I said. “Is he awake?” I asked, looking at my watch.

“He was waking up, said he was going to shower,” she said. “But I think he is a little uneasy about coming out and facing the man whose wife he spent the night with.”

“I’ll go get him,” I said. I entered the bedroom just as the shower curtain was being drawn back and there he was, standing before me, naked and dripping wet.  He nearly took my breath away. He quickly held the towel up in front of himself.  I was surprised, since he was so used to being naked around other men, and after all, he had just spent the night with my wife.  But maybe that was the reason for his uneasiness, exposing his body and the cock that had satisfied my wife.  Judging from what I’d caught a glimpse of, he was well equipped to make her happy.

“Breakfast is about ready,” I said.

“All right.”

“You don’t have to get dressed,” I said.

“Oh…, well, okay, I’ll skip the tie,” he said.

“No, you can skip everything if you want to.”  Then I nodded toward the towel he was still holding in front of him.  “There’s no reason why you have to be so modest, I’m sure you’ve been naked around a lot of men.”

“Yes, I guess it does appear rather foolish but I never slept with all of those other men’s wives,” he said and began drying himself.

I took the opportunity to look at what my wife had enjoyed all night long. He was well built--and as a Marine he would be--but he was also very well-hung. Long and meaty with thick veins that promised a lot of potential when they filled up. I wondered how long he got when he was hard. But I didn’t linger. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea; I wasn’t sure myself yet.      

I was a little disappointed when Packer came to the kitchen in his trousers and T-shirt.  I had hoped for and half expected him to come out in his shorts, if not naked. We ate and talked about everything but the night before, till Lisa broke that silence.

“Did you sleep good, Honey?” she asked me, patting my arm.

“I’ll bet I got more sleep than you did,” I joked. It embarrassed Sgt. Packer to the point that he felt he had to say something.

“Look, I don’t know how to say this,” he began, as he lifted his eyes from his plate. “But this has been the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. I know it has to sound dumb as hell, but I can’t thank you enough for such a… well, a wonderful and unusual welcome home.”

“No more than you deserve,” Lisa said.

“Oh, it was a lot more than I deserve,” he declared. “Even if I never see you again, I’ll never forget you… either of you.”

“Well, you know where we live,” I said.

“Will you be going back over there?” Lisa asked.

“Yes. I have thirty days, then I’ll be heading back.”

“Well, the same welcome will be awaiting you when you come back again if you’re in our neighborhood,” Lisa said.

We told Packer goodbye as the cab waited.  We wanted to drive him back to the station but he insisted on calling a cab. He kissed Lisa goodbye, right on the mouth, and I wondered what the neighbors would think if they saw it. I shook hands with him and saw the look of deep gratitude in his eyes.  I hated to see him go as much as Lisa.      

We both stepped out as he was walking to the cab.

“Sergeant!” Lisa called out.  He stopped and looked around.  “Can I ask how old you are?”

“Twenty-one next month,” he replied with a quizzical look.  He paused till she didn’t say anything else then he got in the cab.   

Lisa gave me a squeeze around my waist as we were going back in the house.  “I can’t believe you did that… sent a perfectly strange man into my bedroom. And one young enough to be our son.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t send him out, you little trollop,” I chided her. “And he wasn’t just any strange man. He was a U.S. Marine.”

“I’m so glad he stopped by,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” I said, laughing. “Listen, you should know, Honey, all the guys I write to, I’ve invited them to visit,” I said.

“I think that’s a wonderfully patriotic thing to do,” she said, laughing. 

“I wasn’t sure about all of this.  It’s come up a few times between us, in a joking manner, about Johnnie, but I didn’t know if you might be serious.”

“I wasn’t,” she said.      

“But it’s okay, now?”

“Yes, if you’re okay with it,” she said.

“I wouldn’t have sent him back there if I wasn’t okay with it,” I said.  “I was scared shitless, though, of what you might do.”

“I was scared of what you might think of me,” she said. “But then I thought, you must have told him to come back to the bedroom.”

“I’m glad you’re all right with it,” I said.

“I’m glad you are,” she said.        

“Look, honey, there’s something I wanta ask you… I mean, its ego, I suppose, but…..”

“Well, ask,” she said.

“Well, I sneaked back and peeked in, and I couldn’t help noticing that he was very well built, and using awfully long strokes.”

She laughed. “You are such a pervert,” she said, laughing.

“Are you going to tell me?” I asked.

“He was bigger,” she said.

“How much?”

“I thought a lot when he first went in, but then not all that much. Don’t worry; he didn’t ruin me for you.”

I was greatly relieved that Lisa’s experience with the Marine did not diminish our relationship one bit.  If anything, she was even more passionate in bed, as if the Marine’s big cock had served as an aphrodisiac, or stirred up a new passion inside her that I had not managed to do. It was not the last visit we had from a returning hero; nor was he to be the last Marine to visit. And Lisa did her patriotic duty with every one of them.