Marines For My Wife

Corporal Dennison

I saw him come driving up in a black SUV that resembled a Hummvee. He climbed out and adjusted his mirror sunglasses as he looked all around. It was sort of like, “I’m here, you lucky bastards.” He was in uniform, complete with highly polished, black combat boots. He stomped his boots to make his pants legs fall into place around the bloused tops then walked up to the door. The way he walked reminded me of a young stallion, the way his thighs bulged in his pants. I waited till he rang before I got up, and let him ring a second time before I got to the door.

“Do I have the right place? Are you Brian Collins?” he asked, removing his sunglasses in a rather cocky manner.

Even if it weren’t the right place and I weren’t Brian Collins, I would’ve lied and said I was, just to keep this young hunk in my sights.

“Yes, sir, I am,” I said, opening the door.

“I’m not an officer, you don’t have to call me sir,” he said as he came inside.

“Yes, I can see, you’re a corporal. I was addressing you as the man, not the rank,” I said.

“I’m Corporal Dennsion. You wrote that I should stop by if I was in the neighborhood.”   

“Welcome home,” I said, putting out my hand. “Come on in, sit down, I’ll get you a beer.”

“I’ll drink it,” he said.

I liked his air of confidence.  It could have been cocky to some, but to me it was extreme confidence, no doubt instilled in him by the Marines. I got us each a cold beer and went back to the living room where he had taken a seat on the couch.  He sat leaned back, totally relaxed, with his legs splayed apart, as if he were intentionally displaying his bulging manhood packed inside his pants. His thighs were even more massive sitting down.

“Damn, that tastes good,” he said after downing about half his beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  “Excuse me guzzling it like that, but I haven’t had a decent beer in eight months.”

“Guzzle all you want, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Don’t say that unless you mean it; I’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he said.

I got him another beer. “Now’s as good a time as any to start catching up,” I said, handing it to him.

“Thanks.” He finished his first beer and I took the bottle.  “You mentioned a Mrs. Collins,” he said.

“She’s sunbathing out back. I thought I would get you settled in with a cold beer before I went to get her.”

“I would like to meet her,” he said.

I went out the back to get Lisa. She smiled a huge smile when I told her we had another visitor just back from Iraq. I helped her to her feet and she said she needed to shower before meeting him.

“No, I think you should meet him just like you are,” I said, raking my eyes over her tight, tanned body, glistening softly from suntan lotion. “I’m sure he would think so too.”

I watched Corporal Dennison’s face when she led the way into the room, wearing her very bikini, two-piece suit. She was one of the few women I knew who could pull it off wearing a bikini that small, or a bikini period.  She had the body for it. The corporal stood up, his mouth slack, his eyes fixed on her smooth, tanned body.

“Corporal, this is my wife, Lisa.  Honey, this Is Corporal Dennison.”

“Gunner,” he said in a hoarse voice.  “I mean… yeah, Gunner will do, that’s my nickname; you can call me Gunner.” I detected a bit of nervousness that had penetrated his wall of confidence.

“Well, Gunner, I’m delighted to meet you,” Lisa said, her voice dripping with appreciation for the young man’s physique, as I could tell, the way she was looking at him. “Now, if you will excuse me, I need to shower off this suntan lotion.”

“You don’t…..” he caught himself, then went on.  “I was gonna say, you don’t have to do that on my account. Actually, it… well, it looks good, and it even smells good.”

“But I feel so greasy,” she said.  “I’ll only be a minute.”

I smiled as she turned and walked down the hall, watching Gunner ogle her round, firm ass churning in and half out of the bottom of her suit.  He finally tore his eyes away and looked at me; a guilty look.

“I’m sorry, I… I guess I shouldn’t be looking at your wife like that, but I gotta say, she is gorgeous!  You are a very lucky man.”

“Thanks. And it’s okay to look. I would be disappointed if you didn’t. So would she.”

“Then she didn’t think I was a dirty-minded, desperate, horny soldier.”

“Oh I’m sure she did, but that doesn’t bother her.  She’s flattered to have men look at her, and so am I. Believe me, I am well aware how beautiful my wife is.” When I heard the shower turn on I decided to play my hand. “Maybe you would like to go help her in the shower.”

Gunner did a double take and blinked with surprise and his jaw dropped. 

I laughed.  “You’re surprised, I can tell.”

“Uhh…you could say that,” he said with a nervous laugh.  “You…you weren’t…serious. You were just putting me on…teasing….?”

“No, I’m dead serious,” I said flatly.

He swallowed, a big, audible gulp, then quickly downed the rest of his second beer, as if to wash down the gulp.

“I think she would like that,” I said.

“Oh, Mannnn!  If you’re serious…..”  His voice cracked and I had to smile at this big, muscular warrior suddenly having a case of nerves.

“You’d better hurry before the hot water runs out,” I said as I took his empty bottle.

He turned in the direction of the hallway but hesitated, still unsure. “This is not a trick,” he said.

“No tricks,” I assured him.

“Okay. I’m gonna take you up on it.  If you’re sure she’s goanna be okay with it.”

“I’m sure. Go wash her back for her; she will show her appreciation.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m not an officer, you have to don’t call me sir,” I said.

He laughed and headed down the hallway, loosening his tie. Then he came back.  “Uhh….this is embarrassing, but, uh…. well, I’m not carrying any condoms on me,” he said, rather sheepishly.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re safe,” I assured him.

“Oh, Mann, that’s great,” he said.

He went on down the hallway and closed the bedroom door behind him. Moments later I heard murmuring voices.

I gave them a moment then did as before and went quietly back to our bedroom. The corporal's uniform was laid over the chair. I lingered around the corner from the shower. I heard my wife’s soft, throat laugh and “Oh, My!” followed by a louder, “Oohhhhhhh!”

“Awww, Godd!” the corporal groaned, and I knew he was in her.

I wondered what position they were in. Did he have her bent over or was she standing straight with his big hands squeezing her tits?  Or was he holding her in those big hands with her legs wrapped around his lean waist? I almost went around to look and let myself be known, but Lisa and I had not talked about that and I didn’t want to embarrass her.

I remained out of sight, listening and groping the front of my jeans.  I was tempted to take my cock out.  I could hear the steady sloshing sounds of the young corporal fucking her, along with their steady, alternating moans. I was unbuttoning my jeans when I heard the shower turn off and the door sliding open.

“I’ll dry you off,” the corporal said.       

I hurried out of the bedroom and closed the door, but not tight, so I could come back and crack it and have a look.

A few minutes later I crept back down the hallway and cracked the door of the bedroom. There was no one.  But I could hear Lisa’s whining moans and the corporal’s hard breathing over the soft, wet sounds of him fucking her. He must be fucking her in front of the bathroom mirror, I thought.  Tempted as I was, I backed away again and pulled the door shut. I returned to my chair and satisfied myself with images I conjured up in my head, with a vow that Lisa and I would talk later, about me being in on the action if another Marine came to visit.

Corporal Dennison either had incredible staying power or he was insatiable.  It was nearly two hours before he returned to the living room.  He was in uniform except that his tie wasn't tied.  He had an even healthier flushed look on his face.

"She said she'll be out in a minute," he said, avoiding looking at me. 

"She has to get her sea legs back, huh?" I said with a smile.

He was able to look at me then, but still with a nervous smile.  "It's more like me having to get my sea legs back.  I said I hadn't had a decent beer in eight months.  Guess what."

I laughed.

"None in eight months.  There were no women in my outfit," he said as he sat down.  He looked at me again; he was still nervous.  "I don't know what to say."

"Whatever's on your mind," I said.

"You're a very lucky man."

"Yes, I know."

"Can I ask....do you welcome all the guys home this way?"

"The welcome mat is out to any and all who stop by," I said.

"Well, I'm hesitant to refer to your wife as a welcome mat."

I went to get him another beer.  "Here, you still look a little flushed in the face," I said, handing it to him.

"You can't begin to understand what this means to me," he said.

"And you're afraid to tell me because you just fucked my wife."

"Well, what I'm thinking isn't something you say to a man about his wife."

"Corporal, you've spent the last two hours fucking my wife, there's hardly anything you could say that would offend me.  Unless, of course, you told me she was no good."

"Oh, Godd, I couldn't begin to tell you." He laughed softly. "My insides are still all aflutter.  This is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. And I’m glad I didn’t have to mess with a condom; that made it all the better.”

“I’m sure she didn’t tell you, but it was better for her too.  She loves to feel a man’s cum shooting in her.”

“Well, she sure felt mine,” he declared.  “There was about a week’s worth saved up.”

“I’m sure there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said.

“Oh, yeah.  I’ve got a built-in quick-recovery system.”

“Great.  When you’ve worked up another load, I want it.” He gave me a funny grin, his head cocked to one side.  “I wanta feel how your delivery system works.  When you’re ready I want to get down on the floor and have you do pushups over my face.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for; I was the pushup champ back in high school and I aced the Marine’s requirements in PE. And I don’t do half pushups.”

“Good, then you’ll nail my head to the floor.”