JOYCE... Visits With Army Men
By Terri
Joyce, my 38-year-old wife of 20 years, has always had a great ass. Firm and round, extremely hard from her daily workouts, it has always been just the right size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't too surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for my platoon after we shot high in brigade during gunnery. I wasn't surprised that he'd be attracted; I was surprised at how it all went down.
Joyce, an Irish-German of 5?10? and perfect breasts, was standing in a corner of the living room at our house, speaking to another troop when the rubbing started.
?He's going to get smacked,? I thought. Five minutes or so into watching the young sergeant, Tuck, feeling up my wife's ass, I realized, however, that if she was going to make some kind of a protest against the hands sliding slowly up and down her mini-skirt-covered ass, it should have occurred by then. Instead, she just kept talking to that other soldier who was standing right in front of her, listening to her words intently. They were ignoring the hands roaming over her ass, touching her legs--both she and the man listening to her. I was certain that listener saw the hands on Joyce's ass too; couldn't miss it. He acted, however, like the caressing of my wife's ass by his tank commander was so natural as to not even require a token look of concern or questioning on his part.
Joyce, for nearly 40, is a striking woman. In a mini-skirt, she's the kind of woman who men first notice in a crowded room: thin, very long and creamy-colored legs, flat belly, 38 inch hips, 27 inch waist, 38 inches around the top; shoulder length brown hair with waves in it; sweetly shaped Irish features. I'd always found her manner of touching, brushing herself across her breasts--right where her nipples are--while engaged in conversation with others to be so sensual as to cause an erection even if she was just explaining a recipe at the time. When seated and involved in a deep conversation with a man, she'd also often let one of her hands slide ever so slowly up, down her leg. She did this in order to draw attention to her sexuality, I understood; the self-caressing of legs meant to harden a man enough that she could see the excitement in his pants. She was just that kind of self-assured person, sensually. She preferred wearing a mini when in public, so males in the area could see her pubic hair when she was seated, as she seldom wore underwear on post. And she always spreading her legs as far as the tight mini she would be wearing would allow when sitting in that seat. She enjoyed a roomful of hard cocks, she would explain to me.
?I won't even talk to a man,? she would always say to me, ?unless I can see a bulge in his pants.? Joyce had always brushed off the men's frequent sexual suggestions or actions in the past however. She never had sex with anyone but me in the years we'd been married, as far as I knew or she said, anyway.
?Perhaps I should come to her rescue,? I thought, still looking at the hands now caressing my wife's ass. But, I saw her back the young troop into a corner, her ass visibly moving sideways in slow motion, tight against his huge bulge. The man talking to her, Johnny, also a young man and good member of the team, moved closer too. And I could see Joyce put her hand in his pocket, sliding it towards the front of his pants. I saw the sliding ass of my wife against the front of the young soldier; the pocket billiards with the slightly younger soldier go on for over 10 minutes before I realized I was making no attempt to stop or even ****** the play between the three of them.
I just sat there, watching from my chair, which was only about 20 feet from the three of them. I noticed, though, that my own cock was pushing against my pants enough to form a small tent. I welcomed, for some bizarre reason, their attentions to my wife. Joyce glanced at me. She couldn't miss the sight of my bulge. She smiled at me, and continued her actions with the two well-built athletic troops. I sat. And watched. For another 10 minutes. I was frozen. Joyce knew, by then, that there would be no protest from me for whatever she did from then on.
She came over to me, the two men following. She said that the four of us should go upstairs. I obeyed, in a trance, following behind the two men, my wife leading the way. She had read my excitement through that bulge in my pants and affirmed that I would make a great audience for her coming planned event with the two men.
In the bedroom, she said to me, ?I'd like you to slowly undress me, but not touch my body in any way. I want you to enjoy seeing these men fuck me but I don't want you to join us in any way. ?Okay?? she asked me.
?Yes,? my simple reply. That she wanted only their hands, their cocks, their cum, their sweat on/in her at this event made the scene even more sensual to me. I had become, in a few short minutes, her slave for life. I began removing her clothes, being very careful not to touch her skin. I carefully grasped the pullover she was wearing, sliding it slowly over her head. I unbuckled her bra, let it fall to the floor, ******** her pointed, perfect breasts for the two men standing by the bedroom door to enjoy. Next came the mini. I had to be very careful there, it being so tight on her. I began by pinching the outside upper portion of the skirt, then, after getting a better hold on it with both hands, slowly rolled it down over her waist. I got down on my knees and pulled it down to the floor. While on my knees, I took off her shoes. She was finally naked, and I had not touched her body at any time. I noticed the two young men were also naked, both with extremely large cocks at full staff. I sat in a chair just two-three feet from the action, wanting to see her getting fucked close-up.
Tuck, the taller of the two, took the few strides necessary to reach my wife and embraced her. The two of them were licking each other's tongues, sliding against each other, rubbing. He held on to her ass with both hands, she rubbed his ass with her hands. Sweat was building up on their backs, slowly rolling down their legs.
?Over here,? she said. She walked over to a small dresser, put her right leg up on it, her left leg spread out and firmly planted on the floor. Her pussy was wide open and moist. Tuck moved in, put his 11-inch cock into my wife's pussy, grabbed her ass and began pumping. Joyce smiled at me but said nothing. Tucker was standing there, his legs together, fucking my wife. With one leg up on that dresser, she got the full length of his cock in her and started moaning. He pumped faster. The bodies were slapping together and his massive cock going in and out of her at a speed only an athlete could accomplish; it went on for about 20 minutes. Joyce's pussy was dripping moisture on the floor, moistening Tuck's cock shiny and slick. Every inch of him was getting inside her with each thrust. His hands were on her jutting white breasts, moving lower to the small of her back, finding their way again to the firm ass on Joyce, pulling that ass forward with each thrust.
?That huge cock vanishing up my wife's pussy should reach her belly,? I think to myself. ?For such a thin woman, how can she take so much cock??
Finally, Tuck says ?I'm cumming now.? Joyce took her leg off the dresser and pulled him, cock still inside her, over to the bed.
?Shoot it deep inside me,? she moaned, the two of them in the missionary position. He pumped faster. She folded both legs up, her knees touching her breasts. With her legs spread wide and bent, moisture from her pussy wetting the sheet beneath her, she looked at me and smiled, saying, ?I knew you would enjoy this as much as me.?
Tuck moaned loudly. I could see cum on his cock. He was still driving into Joyce but each thrust showed more white cum on his cock; white cum mixing with clear pussy moisture. With rapid thrusts, Tuck finished up. There was cum and pussy juice all over the sheets. He withdrew his cock, stood up, and silently looked at me. I got his folded clothes from the closet as Joyce cleaned his cock with her mouth. I thanked him for allowing me to see him fucking my wife. He smiled at Johnny and left the room.
Johnny came over to the bed, his cock inches from my wife's face. She was rubbing the area around her pussy, mopping up the part of Tuck's cum that had oozed out of her when he withdrew from her. She was carefully rubbing it back into her pussy, her legs still bent upwards.
?Hate to waste any,? she said to me as she licked her fingers, fingers wet from her own moisture and the cum that sticks to them. I don't know whether she was talking about her own tasty juices or the cum or both, but didn't ask.
She sat up on the bed. She slid her right hand up and down Johnny's slightly smaller prick, and while her left hand was still holding Sam's cum inside her, Joyce started sucking the cock in front of her. My wife, sitting on our bed, sucking a man's cock, suddenly looked beautiful to me. How could that be? I encouraged her to do this frequently. I couldn't help myself. I felt terror and lust simultaneously!! She responded by taking the cock out of her mouth just long enough to speak to me.
?Five nights a week, from now on.? She resumed her sucking, then. I couldn't believe she was getting the full 9 inches of Johnny into her mouth. All of his cock vanished into her with each thrust. He was shoving it into her mouth, she was gripping both of his balls with one hand, running her fingers over and into Johnny's ass with the other. I noticed pussy juice and white cum now flowing out of her pussy again. I wonder what kind of huge load Tuck shot into her. It must have been a half-cup of cum, I believe. More than any human male should be able to manage. Johnny didn't last as long as Tuck, though: About 10 minutes into the oral sex, Johnny was shooting load after load of cum into my wife's mouth, massive, inhuman amounts. The cum oozed from the corners of her mouth, slowly rolling down her chin. The lipstick was worn from her mouth, visible on the staff of Johnny's cock.
?Wait,? Joyce says to Johnny, ?WAIT. Don't take it out yet.? Johnny, still hard, paused from withdrawing his cock from her mouth. Joyce squeezed the cock as she pulled it from her mouth, getting every last drop of him into her. ?I SAID I don't like to waste it,? she continued. Joyce noticed Tuck's cum leaking from her pussy, so she rolled onto her back, legs folding back, took one finger of her right hand and slid the cum back inside her pussy. She took her other hand, wiped Johnny's cum from her mouth, and licked the cum off her hand. Johnny stroked his cock, and put it between her moist, welcoming breasts. He fucked her that way for another 15 minutes, his slightly darker cock sliding between my wife's milky breasts. She got on her knees before him as he stood. Johnny made a moaning noise and began shooting another load between and on her breasts. Joyce looked at the cum on her tits, sliding down her breasts. She carefully spread the cum all over each breast; she wanted Johnny's cum to moisten each part of each breast. He was still pumping the cum on her. He slid the tip of his cock across her lips, so she could get the last drops inside her. She licked her lips, still sliding the cum over her breasts with her hands.
?Hey, lieutenant,? Johnny said to me, ?I need my clothes now.? I got his clothes from the closet, thanked him, as I did Tuck, for fucking my wife, for letting me having the privilege of watching.
He smiled, ?See you downstairs.? I began dressing Joyce. Not touching her skin, of course. I put lined panties on her so Tuck's cum will stay inside her. I put a bra on her, right over the cum Johnny shot all over her tits. The cum seeped through the bra.
She said to me, ?I'll let you watch each time. Mondays and Tuesdays, days Tuck or Johnny can't be here to service me, you can fuck me. But the rest of the week my body is off-limits to you. You can't even touch me on the days they fuck me. OK??
?Yes,? I said. ?I think I may enjoy Wednesdays through Sundays even more than those Mondays and Tuesdays,? I heard myself say.
?I KNEW you would,? she laughed. We rejoined the party. My prick was trying to punch a hole in my pants from what I had just watched. Tuck and Johnny's girlfriends arrived a few minutes after my wife and I rejoined the party. Joyce smiled at the two women as they recognized her. She waved and walked over to the group. I stood near enough to the four beautiful young people to hear two women comment on the encounter that just took place upstairs.
?I guess I can spare you a few hours a week to fuck the platoon leader's wife,? one of them said to Tuck.
?Just like an older woman,? the other lady said to Johnny, ?wanting a big stray cock in her. Can't blame her, though,? she laughed. ?Just don't let it interfere in our lives.?
By Terri
Joyce, my 38-year-old wife of 20 years, has always had a great ass. Firm and round, extremely hard from her daily workouts, it has always been just the right size to fill a man's hands. So I wasn't too surprised when one of my guys started rubbing his hands all over her rear at the party I was holding at my house for my platoon after we shot high in brigade during gunnery. I wasn't surprised that he'd be attracted; I was surprised at how it all went down.
Joyce, an Irish-German of 5?10? and perfect breasts, was standing in a corner of the living room at our house, speaking to another troop when the rubbing started.
?He's going to get smacked,? I thought. Five minutes or so into watching the young sergeant, Tuck, feeling up my wife's ass, I realized, however, that if she was going to make some kind of a protest against the hands sliding slowly up and down her mini-skirt-covered ass, it should have occurred by then. Instead, she just kept talking to that other soldier who was standing right in front of her, listening to her words intently. They were ignoring the hands roaming over her ass, touching her legs--both she and the man listening to her. I was certain that listener saw the hands on Joyce's ass too; couldn't miss it. He acted, however, like the caressing of my wife's ass by his tank commander was so natural as to not even require a token look of concern or questioning on his part.
Joyce, for nearly 40, is a striking woman. In a mini-skirt, she's the kind of woman who men first notice in a crowded room: thin, very long and creamy-colored legs, flat belly, 38 inch hips, 27 inch waist, 38 inches around the top; shoulder length brown hair with waves in it; sweetly shaped Irish features. I'd always found her manner of touching, brushing herself across her breasts--right where her nipples are--while engaged in conversation with others to be so sensual as to cause an erection even if she was just explaining a recipe at the time. When seated and involved in a deep conversation with a man, she'd also often let one of her hands slide ever so slowly up, down her leg. She did this in order to draw attention to her sexuality, I understood; the self-caressing of legs meant to harden a man enough that she could see the excitement in his pants. She was just that kind of self-assured person, sensually. She preferred wearing a mini when in public, so males in the area could see her pubic hair when she was seated, as she seldom wore underwear on post. And she always spreading her legs as far as the tight mini she would be wearing would allow when sitting in that seat. She enjoyed a roomful of hard cocks, she would explain to me.
?I won't even talk to a man,? she would always say to me, ?unless I can see a bulge in his pants.? Joyce had always brushed off the men's frequent sexual suggestions or actions in the past however. She never had sex with anyone but me in the years we'd been married, as far as I knew or she said, anyway.
?Perhaps I should come to her rescue,? I thought, still looking at the hands now caressing my wife's ass. But, I saw her back the young troop into a corner, her ass visibly moving sideways in slow motion, tight against his huge bulge. The man talking to her, Johnny, also a young man and good member of the team, moved closer too. And I could see Joyce put her hand in his pocket, sliding it towards the front of his pants. I saw the sliding ass of my wife against the front of the young soldier; the pocket billiards with the slightly younger soldier go on for over 10 minutes before I realized I was making no attempt to stop or even ****** the play between the three of them.
I just sat there, watching from my chair, which was only about 20 feet from the three of them. I noticed, though, that my own cock was pushing against my pants enough to form a small tent. I welcomed, for some bizarre reason, their attentions to my wife. Joyce glanced at me. She couldn't miss the sight of my bulge. She smiled at me, and continued her actions with the two well-built athletic troops. I sat. And watched. For another 10 minutes. I was frozen. Joyce knew, by then, that there would be no protest from me for whatever she did from then on.
She came over to me, the two men following. She said that the four of us should go upstairs. I obeyed, in a trance, following behind the two men, my wife leading the way. She had read my excitement through that bulge in my pants and affirmed that I would make a great audience for her coming planned event with the two men.
In the bedroom, she said to me, ?I'd like you to slowly undress me, but not touch my body in any way. I want you to enjoy seeing these men fuck me but I don't want you to join us in any way. ?Okay?? she asked me.
?Yes,? my simple reply. That she wanted only their hands, their cocks, their cum, their sweat on/in her at this event made the scene even more sensual to me. I had become, in a few short minutes, her slave for life. I began removing her clothes, being very careful not to touch her skin. I carefully grasped the pullover she was wearing, sliding it slowly over her head. I unbuckled her bra, let it fall to the floor, ******** her pointed, perfect breasts for the two men standing by the bedroom door to enjoy. Next came the mini. I had to be very careful there, it being so tight on her. I began by pinching the outside upper portion of the skirt, then, after getting a better hold on it with both hands, slowly rolled it down over her waist. I got down on my knees and pulled it down to the floor. While on my knees, I took off her shoes. She was finally naked, and I had not touched her body at any time. I noticed the two young men were also naked, both with extremely large cocks at full staff. I sat in a chair just two-three feet from the action, wanting to see her getting fucked close-up.
Tuck, the taller of the two, took the few strides necessary to reach my wife and embraced her. The two of them were licking each other's tongues, sliding against each other, rubbing. He held on to her ass with both hands, she rubbed his ass with her hands. Sweat was building up on their backs, slowly rolling down their legs.
?Over here,? she said. She walked over to a small dresser, put her right leg up on it, her left leg spread out and firmly planted on the floor. Her pussy was wide open and moist. Tuck moved in, put his 11-inch cock into my wife's pussy, grabbed her ass and began pumping. Joyce smiled at me but said nothing. Tucker was standing there, his legs together, fucking my wife. With one leg up on that dresser, she got the full length of his cock in her and started moaning. He pumped faster. The bodies were slapping together and his massive cock going in and out of her at a speed only an athlete could accomplish; it went on for about 20 minutes. Joyce's pussy was dripping moisture on the floor, moistening Tuck's cock shiny and slick. Every inch of him was getting inside her with each thrust. His hands were on her jutting white breasts, moving lower to the small of her back, finding their way again to the firm ass on Joyce, pulling that ass forward with each thrust.
?That huge cock vanishing up my wife's pussy should reach her belly,? I think to myself. ?For such a thin woman, how can she take so much cock??
Finally, Tuck says ?I'm cumming now.? Joyce took her leg off the dresser and pulled him, cock still inside her, over to the bed.
?Shoot it deep inside me,? she moaned, the two of them in the missionary position. He pumped faster. She folded both legs up, her knees touching her breasts. With her legs spread wide and bent, moisture from her pussy wetting the sheet beneath her, she looked at me and smiled, saying, ?I knew you would enjoy this as much as me.?
Tuck moaned loudly. I could see cum on his cock. He was still driving into Joyce but each thrust showed more white cum on his cock; white cum mixing with clear pussy moisture. With rapid thrusts, Tuck finished up. There was cum and pussy juice all over the sheets. He withdrew his cock, stood up, and silently looked at me. I got his folded clothes from the closet as Joyce cleaned his cock with her mouth. I thanked him for allowing me to see him fucking my wife. He smiled at Johnny and left the room.
Johnny came over to the bed, his cock inches from my wife's face. She was rubbing the area around her pussy, mopping up the part of Tuck's cum that had oozed out of her when he withdrew from her. She was carefully rubbing it back into her pussy, her legs still bent upwards.
?Hate to waste any,? she said to me as she licked her fingers, fingers wet from her own moisture and the cum that sticks to them. I don't know whether she was talking about her own tasty juices or the cum or both, but didn't ask.
She sat up on the bed. She slid her right hand up and down Johnny's slightly smaller prick, and while her left hand was still holding Sam's cum inside her, Joyce started sucking the cock in front of her. My wife, sitting on our bed, sucking a man's cock, suddenly looked beautiful to me. How could that be? I encouraged her to do this frequently. I couldn't help myself. I felt terror and lust simultaneously!! She responded by taking the cock out of her mouth just long enough to speak to me.
?Five nights a week, from now on.? She resumed her sucking, then. I couldn't believe she was getting the full 9 inches of Johnny into her mouth. All of his cock vanished into her with each thrust. He was shoving it into her mouth, she was gripping both of his balls with one hand, running her fingers over and into Johnny's ass with the other. I noticed pussy juice and white cum now flowing out of her pussy again. I wonder what kind of huge load Tuck shot into her. It must have been a half-cup of cum, I believe. More than any human male should be able to manage. Johnny didn't last as long as Tuck, though: About 10 minutes into the oral sex, Johnny was shooting load after load of cum into my wife's mouth, massive, inhuman amounts. The cum oozed from the corners of her mouth, slowly rolling down her chin. The lipstick was worn from her mouth, visible on the staff of Johnny's cock.
?Wait,? Joyce says to Johnny, ?WAIT. Don't take it out yet.? Johnny, still hard, paused from withdrawing his cock from her mouth. Joyce squeezed the cock as she pulled it from her mouth, getting every last drop of him into her. ?I SAID I don't like to waste it,? she continued. Joyce noticed Tuck's cum leaking from her pussy, so she rolled onto her back, legs folding back, took one finger of her right hand and slid the cum back inside her pussy. She took her other hand, wiped Johnny's cum from her mouth, and licked the cum off her hand. Johnny stroked his cock, and put it between her moist, welcoming breasts. He fucked her that way for another 15 minutes, his slightly darker cock sliding between my wife's milky breasts. She got on her knees before him as he stood. Johnny made a moaning noise and began shooting another load between and on her breasts. Joyce looked at the cum on her tits, sliding down her breasts. She carefully spread the cum all over each breast; she wanted Johnny's cum to moisten each part of each breast. He was still pumping the cum on her. He slid the tip of his cock across her lips, so she could get the last drops inside her. She licked her lips, still sliding the cum over her breasts with her hands.
?Hey, lieutenant,? Johnny said to me, ?I need my clothes now.? I got his clothes from the closet, thanked him, as I did Tuck, for fucking my wife, for letting me having the privilege of watching.
He smiled, ?See you downstairs.? I began dressing Joyce. Not touching her skin, of course. I put lined panties on her so Tuck's cum will stay inside her. I put a bra on her, right over the cum Johnny shot all over her tits. The cum seeped through the bra.
She said to me, ?I'll let you watch each time. Mondays and Tuesdays, days Tuck or Johnny can't be here to service me, you can fuck me. But the rest of the week my body is off-limits to you. You can't even touch me on the days they fuck me. OK??
?Yes,? I said. ?I think I may enjoy Wednesdays through Sundays even more than those Mondays and Tuesdays,? I heard myself say.
?I KNEW you would,? she laughed. We rejoined the party. My prick was trying to punch a hole in my pants from what I had just watched. Tuck and Johnny's girlfriends arrived a few minutes after my wife and I rejoined the party. Joyce smiled at the two women as they recognized her. She waved and walked over to the group. I stood near enough to the four beautiful young people to hear two women comment on the encounter that just took place upstairs.
?I guess I can spare you a few hours a week to fuck the platoon leader's wife,? one of them said to Tuck.
?Just like an older woman,? the other lady said to Johnny, ?wanting a big stray cock in her. Can't blame her, though,? she laughed. ?Just don't let it interfere in our lives.?
