A Soldier's Homecoming
Author's Note: I'm a flyboy, not a ground-pounder, so if I happen to write something that doesn't ring true please forgive me. I'm just trying to fill a need. At the end of the day we're all brothers in arms. I'm retired, but my love and respect go out to all of you still guarding the walls.
Description: A soldier returns from Iraq and back into the arms of his loving wife.
"Fall in!" the sergeant barked.
The platoon reacted quickly. The sergeant paced before them.
"Atten-hut! "
The sharp, crisp sound of tan boot heels striking in unison sounded.
"Okay girls, this is the part where you get to go home!" Sergeant Trevor spewed his usual oral venom. "Do you know why we're shipping your sorry asses back?"
"Yes, sir!" they all chimed in. "To make more Marines, sir!"
"You're goddamned right!" the short, slender, battle-hardened veteran of many wars exclaimed. "How many did we lose? How many proud Marines from this unit died in the commission of their duties?"
"Two, sir!" a Marine chirped in.
"You're a goddamned genius, Dilfer!" the abrasive Sergeant exclaimed. "And why the fuck is that? Tell me! Why only two?"
When Sanchez began raising his hand Trevor was infuriated!
"Drop and give me twenty, Marine! You're still in the shithouse!"
Sergeant Dillon Trevor was a person; a hard nut with a soft center. He took pride in his success at bringing so many of his boys back, but the ones he lost ate at him like a cancer. They had families, children, and their loss tore at the very fabric of his soul.
"Teamwork and training," Trevor answered his own question, "and attention to detail; keeping our eyes open and our guard up."
When Sanchez counted off twenty Dillon reached down and grasped the hair on the top of his head, painfully pulling the man erect.
"You're here because two men gave their lives..." Trevor started before getting choked up. "You're going back to your girlfriends, wives, and families. You will not forget McGregor or Mills. They're why you're here, on your way home.
"Charlie platoon, dismissed!"
"Semper fi!" Billings proudly cried out as the men fell out of formation.
The sincerity of the exclamation instantly earned Trevor's respect. The hardened Sergeant turned and winked approvingly.
"You go home soldier, and show your wife how much you've missed her."
"Sergeant, if it wasn't for you..."
Trevor's smile disappeared. "Don't piss me off, you fucking pansy!"
* * * * *
The first flight, the 'cattle car' as they all called it, took them to Philadelphia. Many of the group hurried to various counters trying to catch the earliest flight home. Nick instead found the nearest unoccupied phone.
His fingers were shaking as he tried to enter the calling card and phone numbers. He couldn't believe how nervous he was. Could this all be a dream he might awaken from to the sound of another IED exploding? His heart was racing with unrestrained excitement.
"Hello?" a sleepy voice answered.
"Hi baby, it's me," he announced, fighting back tears.
A shrill shriek followed. "Oh Nick! Oh my God, where are you?"
Tears suddenly streamed down his cheeks. "I'm back, sweetheart. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Sarah's voice exuded excitement. She asked hopefully, "A few hours? A few hours?"
"A few hours," he confirmed, remaining hopeful while checking his itinerary and kidding, "is that okay with you?"
"Is that okay? Hell no, I want you here now!" she managed as her growing desperation showed though. "I've missed you so much... the weeks, the months, they've been so unbearable."
"It's been hard for both of us," he agreed. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, I can't wait to have you in my arms," Sarah sighed with relief. "Where are you? Have you told anyone else?"
Nick smiled. "I'm in Philadelphia, and you're the first to know."
"Oh Nick, please don't call anyone else, I want you all to myself!" she frantically urged him, the sleepy fog in her mind gone. "There's time for the party tomorrow."
His cock began to swell. "I promise. I wouldn't want it any other way."
"I'm so happy," she announced in a teary voice. "I'll be waiting right here for you. Which flight? Which terminal?"
"Things at the airport are a mess. Stay home, I'll be there as soon as I can. Get some sleep; you'll need all of your strength. Love you, baby."
Sarah laughed through the tears. "Promises, promises; I love you too!"
After ending the call Nick wandered around the terminal and people-watched. He took notice, enjoying the attractive women and smiling at the humorous antics of young children. He hadn't realized how much he had missed his wife Sarah over the past year.
It all seemed so quiet and peaceful, in such stark transition to the horrors he'd endured. McGregor and Mills weren't so lucky. Nick could still see their faces...
* * * * *
Nick couldn't believe it as he first walked, and then ran, across the yard to the front door of his home. His stomach was knotted with a mixture of emotions as his heart raced. He turned the knob and was three steps deep into the living room when he saw Sarah.
He stopped, stunned. His wife of two years was standing in the doorway which separated the living room from the kitchen. Her shapely body appeared slender and athletic, which wasn't how he'd left her. There was a wide, seductive smile on her face, and her green eyes looked so steamy. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and looked amazingly cute.
"Where's Sarah?" he joked.
"She's been replaced. Do you approve?"
His eyes left her face and shifted lower. She was dressed in a thin, nearly transparent sheer one-piece black teddy. He drank in the unbelievable beauty of her firm swells and pink tips, the curves of her hips, and the sight of her bald pussy; bald! She'd never shaved before!
Nick's organ immediately stiffened as he quickly closed the distance between them. Before he knew it Sarah, his incredible wife and lover, soon to be the mother of his children, was finally in his strong arms. They were both trading whispered "Love-you's" between deep, passionate kisses.
His arms wrapped around her waist and he carried her to the closest kitchen counter, sitting her down on top of it. Her legs spread and wrapped around his waist as her fingers anxiously tugged at the buttons of his desert camouflage uniform shirt. The next moment she was pulling it down his arms.
He'd played this moment out a million times in his dreams, but nothing could have prepared him for the tremendous joy of it. As his hands pushed the teddy straps off her shoulders, she tugged his undershirt free of the pants and began roughly caressing his muscular chest, reveling in the hardness of his long-missed body.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered.
Both were breathing heavily as their young hearts raced. He peeled the sheer black fabric down over her breasts, exposing them. His hands cupped the wonderfully soft swells, thumbs rubbing on the throbbing nipples. Tongues thrust and parried as they frantically kissed. Nick's cock was as hard as could be and was eager to be released.
Nick's mouth kissed down the side of her face. Sarah gently held the sides of his head, moaning in delight as his lips and tongue tantalized her flesh. Her hard nipples were straining with excitement as they silently begged for attention. His mouth moved lower and anxiously devoured a boob. He licked and sucked on the smooth skin before focusing on the enlarged tip.
"Oh yes!" Sarah groaned aloud.
Desperate for more Sarah's right hand reached between her legs and began rubbing hard on her aroused cunt. She was already wet and the leaking juice smeared over the tips of her probing fingers. Her hips made tiny thrusting motions against the hand as desire fanned the flames of tingling passion deep in her supple loins.
"I need you now!" she desperately cried out as her fingers blindly groped for the buttons of his uniform pants.
The pulsating bulge behind the fabric teased her with its painfully close proximity. Her fingers fought with each disc but finally opened the aperture and pushed her fingers inside. She anxiously guided the stiff erection out through the slit in the boxers he wore and into the open.
Nick moved a hand between her trembling thighs and tugged the crotch of her teddy to one side, exposing her juicy sex. His hips shifted forward, right hand grasping the upright shaft and holding it steady as the tip advanced to her moistened lips and slid between.
"Uh!" her voice gasped as she felt her husband in the slit of her hot pussy once again. "Oh Nick, yes! I've needed this for so long!"
The hardness slid up and down a few times before finding its intimate target. His hands grasped his wife's slender hips and pulled forward as he simultaneously thrust. The swollen tip stretched her tight canal walls and penetrated. Sarah's body wildly writhed as she helped to work him deeper inside.
"You're so wet and tight!" he breathlessly exclaimed in sheer joy.
Sarah cried out, "I need all of you, baby!"
He drove forward, inching deeper. Once half his cock had penetrated he began fucking motions, withdrawing before plunging forward, forcing her body to take him. Feminine wetness soaked his throbbing cock as her canal tightly wrapped around his male hardness. Nick's lower belly grew warm and tingly as he enjoyed the loving embrace.
They gazed at one another through half-opened eyes, reddened faces contorted in pleasure. Beads of perspiration appeared on their foreheads which pasted several strands of blonde hair to her cheeks. The sounds of heavy breathing and delighted moans filled the room.
"Oh yes, you're so deep," Sarah groaned as Nick buried his full length into her. "Faster baby, please..."
He was a strong man and began thrusting considerably harder. She grabbed the front of the counter to keep her body from sliding and leaned back against the wall. Sarah's slender legs were wide apart and her pussy dangled over the edge of the countertop. Nick rammed into her wondrous center again and again, the wet folds dripping juice onto the Formica surface.
With each pounding thrust her body shook hard. She was gasping and groaning as her firm, upright mounds jiggled. Deep inside her loins the excitement kept building; the fire of desire was flaring into an orgasm. She could sense its impending arrival.
"I'm close, baby," Sarah weakly whispered.
Her slender form stiffened in climax. It had been so long! She was overcome with emotion and tears rolled down both cheeks. It was true! Her husband really was back! Sarah's tensed body writhed in glorious pleasure as tingling heat filled her feminine flesh.
Once the orgasm ran its course she leaned forward, coiling her arms around his neck and desperately kissing his mouth with her lips and tongue. Nick paused with his stiff organ filling his wife's awakened pussy and reacted to the loving embrace. Her spilling tears moistened his smiling face and added a salty flavor to their passionate kissing.
When Nick's cock slid back and forth several times indicating his need, Sarah released her husband's neck and leaned back with her thighs widened as far as possible. He rammed forward, driving his hard organ as deeply into her hot sheath as he could. Their bodies collided with an audible squishing sound. It wasn't much longer before he was nearly finished.
"Oh, sweetheart..." were his last words before he clenched hard and erupted.
As Nick's sensitized cock glided within her hot canal he ejaculated several streams of milky seed. He grunted aloud, grateful that it was no longer moistening the sands of a foreign country, or soiling precious underclothing.
Afterwards he hugged his wife tightly. "I want a son," he whispered.
Sarah was adamant. "I'll give you a daughter."
In his best caveman voice Nick grunted, "Me Og. Og like. Og keep!"
His lonely wife, overwhelmed with joy, squealed in delight as he easily picked up and tossed her slender body over one shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. They had a year's worth of catching up to do.