SOLDIER-ATHLETE
By Terri

	I never believed anything like this could ever happen
to me, but I'm here to tell you that everything here
in happened just as it occurred one year ago. Just to
set the stage and give you a little back ground, I'm a
happily married woman for eight years now, with two
beautiful children and a husband who loves me. We
aren't rich or anything, but my husband is a very
successful corporate lawyer, so we're not hurting any,
and by most standards we'd be considered upper middle
class. At the time of the "incident", we had been
married for seven years and both of us, my husband
Gene and me, my name's Terri, had been totally
faithful to each other. The honeymoon had definitely
worn off, but our sex life was pretty good, and
neither of us, well me for sure at least, never even
thought about greener grass on the other side of the
fence. Oh sure, if I saw an attractive man I might
think what he might be like, ya know, in the sack, but
never more than a fleeting fantasy. We were just a
couple of thirty something people who had a
comfortable life together and who basically were just
cruising along. And that is how this story begins. 
	Living in a big city, coupled with the fact that
Gene's security firm does work for a lot of the large
corporations based here, we get a lot of invitations
to functions connected with Gene's work. A lot of them
are boring as heck, but usually you get a pretty good
dinner out of it, and sometimes even the speaker is
interesting. Well, about one year ago, we were
attending a fundraiser for the local chapter for
abandoned children. This particular event was a little
different from most; there was assigned seating, and
husbands and wives were split up and placed at
different tables. Since I didn't know very many of the
people attending this fund raiser, I immediately
wished that I had stayed home, since I didn't have
Gene to keep me company. The last thing he did before
we split up, was kiss me on the cheek and wish me
luck, and then he was off on his own looking for his
table. I walked around the ballroom until I found
table twenty-three, and sure enough, there was a place
setting with my name on a little card in the middle of
my dinner plate. 
	As I was about to sit down, I heard a voice from
slightly behind me.
	"Well, at least I get to sit next to a pretty lady,
that makes it all worth while." I turned to see who my
unknown admirer was, and to my shock, it was someone
that I knew, well not personally mind you, but I had
seen him on television a hundred times, and I felt
like I knew him.
	"Hi," he said with a dazzling smile, "I'm R------
T------, but everyone calls me Black Dog, or just
Blackie." I must have looked like an idiot, because my
mouth was probably hanging wide open, but I managed to
introduce myself and then sit down. He took his place
next to me and said, Im representing the team here
to night. Management wanted a big name, so they asked
me, and from the looks of things Im glad I came. I
must have turned six shades of red, but when the star
of the local professional urban brawl team throws you
a compliment, well; I had to admit it felt pretty
good. 
	In person, Black Dog was even more handsome than he
appeared on TV. Everything about him was perfect, from
the suit of clothes he was wearing to the perfectly
straight white teeth that shone like ivory every time
he flashed that million-dollar smile. And from what I
had read it was worth a million, as Black dog was very
popular as a pitchman for a variety of products. I had
to admit that although I hadn't had much contact with
military men or athletes, it was obvious that this one
was extremely attractive. 
	As the evening wore on, Blackie became more forward,
taking every opportunity to touch my arm as though to
make a point about something he was saying. It was
embarrassing, but every time we made contact, I could
feel a jolt run through my body, just like a damn
schoolgirl. Our table was off to the side of the room,
right next to an exit that led into a side corridor,
so it was easy for anyone at our table to slip out if
he or she had to use the rest room or make a phone
call. During a particularly dull part of the program,
Blackie leaned over and whispered in my ear.
	"I'm going out in the hall, after about two minutes
excuse yourself and go to the ladies room." Before I
could ask why, he was up and out of his seat and
disappearing through the side door. I sat there
dumbfounded, wondering what on earth a major star like
Black Dog would want with a suburban housewife, but in
exactly two minutes, I excused myself and headed for
the ladies room. 
	I was almost there, when I heard him calling me from
around the corner.
	"Terri," he whispered loudly, "over here." I walked
over to him slowly, wondering what the heck was up,
but in the back of my mind knowing full well that I
should turn around and run away. When I reached him,
he took me by the arm and pulled me into a small
closet that contained cleaning supplies and a large
industrial vacuum. 
	"W-what do you want," I stammered, while knowing damn
well what the answer was.
	"Just this," he said, before pressing his lips to
mine and giving me one of the most passionate kisses I
had ever experienced. I was stunned, almost like a
deer caught in headlights, wanting to move, but unable
to do so. He then whispered hoarsely into my ear.
	"Terri, from the moment I saw you, I knew I had to
have you." 
	"Have me," I said between deep breaths, "I'm a
married woman, we can't..." But he shut me up with
another mind numbing kiss, the kind that makes your
knees go weak and your resolve disappear. The power I
felt in his arms was incredible, and the sheer force
of his personality was enough to make even a very
faithful wife forget all about her husband and
children. 
	When we pulled apart he spoke softly.
	"You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever
seen, and I want you to know, I am going to have you."
I couldn't believe what was happening, and even more
unreal was the fact that I was nodding my head and
agreeing with him, me a married woman, making love to
a strange, dangerous man in a janitor's closet. Again,
he knew exactly what to say and when to say it.
	"Terri, have you ever been taken hard, I mean really
hard and totally ravished by someone who is insane to
have you?" By now my knees were like Jell-O, and it
was all I could do to whisper.
	"N-no, never." 
	"Turn around, Terri," he said softly, "face away from
me and lean against the wall with your hands." Still a
little unsure of myself, I offered no resistance when
he gently but firmly turned me around and leaned me
away from him. 
	"W-what are you going to do to me," I stammered,
while trying to look back over my shoulder.
	"Look straight ahead," he ordered, "you'll find out
in a minute." I could here him breathing hard now, but
mixed in with his panting, I heard the unmistakable
sound of a zipper being lowered, and almost
involuntarily, I groaned at the prospect of what was
happening right in back of me. 
	"Are you ready, Terri," he asked quietly.
	"R-ready for what," she gasped, "you still haven't
told me what you want with me?" 
	Oh, Terri, he chided, you knew what I meant when I
said I was going to have you? 
	"I'm not sure," I said weakly, you have to tell me,
I'm not used to word games."
	"Oh," he said, "I see, you're not sure what my
motives are, is that right? You want to hear it." 
	"T-that's right," I replied, "you have to be more
specific." 
	"Hmm," he hummed, "maybe this is more specific," and
with a quick jerk, he pulled up my dress and with the
other hand, tore my panties right off, leaving me
totally naked from the waist down. He took his fingers
and while cupping my vagina whispered, "Well, well,
well, it seems your pussy knew what I wanted all
along, because you're as wet as any woman I've ever
felt." 
	"Oh, Jesus," I moaned, "k-keep doing that, it feels
so good." 
	"My finger," he said incredulously, "that's nothing,
feel this," and with a hard shove, he rammed his hard
penis deep inside of my now flooded pussy. 
	"Oh, god," I groaned, "you are filling me up so
nicely, oh, Black Dog, fuck me harder, oh that feels
so good, I've never..." 
	"You've never what," he asked softly. 
	"I've never had anything like this before," I said
while panting hard, "y-you're just taking from the
rear and it's like nothing I've ever felt before, so
full of cock, and so hard and thick." 
	"You mean your husband doesn't fuck you like this,"
he asked innocently. On the word fuck, he drove
deeply into me, filling me. He doesnt fuck you in
this position, a pause as he drove fully into me
again, then pulled back, or this hard, again, or
this deeply?
	"You must be out of your mind," I moaned, "he could
never make me feel like this. Youre making me crazy,
oh, I think I'm cumming, give it to me harder." And he
did just that, ramming his erection in and out of me
like piston, hard and fast without missing a beat. My
orgasm was one for the ages; an innocent married woman
being taken by a giant strangers penis, every woman's
fantasy, but for me, a fantasy come true. 
	As he was fucking me, I wondered about myself. If I
had the chance to have this monster cock everyday
would I be able to take it, but as my third [or was it
my fourth] orgasm plowed through me, I knew the
answer.  When and where, and I'll be there. On my
final orgasm, he went a little crazy, because his own
climax was right in time with mine. I reached around
and covered his mouth with my hand, and thankfully, I
was able to muffle the roar he let loose with as his
cum jetted into my very receptive pussy. Thank god for
me that there was that big vacuum sitting there,
because without it, I would have slumped all the way
to the floor. Cum was now running out of my pussy, but
Black Dog even had a way of dealing with that. He took
my torn panties and gently pushed them into my vagina,
making sort of a makeshift tampon for cum. Then he
zipped up, I smoothed my dress, and after peeking out
to make sure the coast was clear, we both casually
drifted back to our seats as if nothing was out of the
ordinary. 
	On the way home my husband asked, "so, did you sit
with anybody interesting?" 
	I just chuckled and replied, "There was a guy at my
table, and I certainly got my fill of him.




