Head nestled back against the seat rest, ear plugs in place, he drifted and daydreamed about the past months. It had been a long separation, longer than planned. Originally told he'd be deployed for 6 months, he'd been extended twice - finally winding up having spent 18 months away from home and family. Dee and little 'Mimi' had been his anchors throughout the long, dark time.
Before leaving the States he'd bought an inexpensive, easy to use digital camera and showed Dee how to take pictures and download them to the computer to email to him. Dee had taken all the usual pictures of Mary Fiona, dubbed 'Mimi' by Rae Jeanne. Pictures of her slobbering around her fist, sitting in the tub, her first tooth and face smeared with cake and icing for her first birthday. Once Dee had gotten the hang of the automatic timer there were other pictures as well, Dee sitting in the rocker, her copper locks around her shoulders, nursing Mimi at her full breasts. He'd gotten so hard looking at those pictures, remembering his own experience suckling her nipples and all that it had led to.
Writing back to Dierdre that night he'd alluded to needing to 'relieve himself' after seeing the pictures she had sent him, hoping she would understand his unspoken message. She understood well, both the message and the need it turned out. His shy and blushing bride, turned out to have a ragingly passionate nature and with that minimal hint of encouragement, she unleashed a series of graphic and explicit emails to him - detailing all that she'd loved about their few brief times together, and all that she longed for when he returned. But what had surprised him the most was, accompanying the series of emails, were a series of pictures - starting with, what he supposed might be called boudoir shots. Dee wrapped in a sheet, fresh from the shower and holding a towel in front of her with one tawny nipple peeking out.
At his positive and somewhat pornographic responses, her efforts increased significantly. To encourage her in her playful pursuits (as well as to hopefully help satisfy her longings somewhat until he could get home and satisfy her in person, he admitted) for their first Christmas as a couple he had ordered some sexy lingerie and a couple of battery operated toys, one quite lifelike in appearance detailed with ridging and veins and as close to his own measurements as he could obtain online. He'd warned her that 'Santa' was bringing her special presents from him and to be very careful to open them in private. His reward had been a series of photos that even now could bring him to a full, throbbing erection in a matter of moments - just thinking about them.
During the weeks and months since he had been gone, Dierdre had been visiting second-hand stores and some of the so called 'antique' shops nearby and had found some amazing 'treasures'. One of her best finds, as far as he was concerned, was a large cheval mirror that she had cleaned up, polished and moved into their bedroom. He had several uses planned for the mirror on his return, but it turned out that Dee was not without ideas of her own.
The first pictures had been taken while she was wearing the white satin bustier with attached garters and white thong panty, a pair of dark, seamed stockings and heels. The picture had been taken from behind, while she viewed herself in the mirror. He wondered how many shots it had taken her to get the angle just right, so that he could see her delicious ass and the cascade of fiery hair against the white satin, but could also see her reflection in the mirror with her thumbing her nipples and the slight camel-toe. Her reflection in the mirror seemed to be looking directly at him and he felt himself getting hard. That series of photos had also provided a rear-view reflection of her bent nearly double as she removed the thong panty, the pout of her pussy beckoning him nearly as much as her heavily hanging breasts. Another couple of bent over shots, one apparently straightening the seam of her stocking, one with her hand splayed across her pussy. One final shot taken in the rocker, legs pulled back and draped across the low arms of the old bentwood chair, fingers toying with nipple and clit had ended that day's presentation and looking at her in the picture, remembering the smell and taste of her milk and her snatch, he had fisted himself twice before being able to sleep.
The next few days had brought more photos from Dee, wearing different gifts he had sent her, but none with the toys and he hoped that she was 'practicing' with them, writing her about his hope that she was enjoying his other gifts as well - that he'd enjoyed picking them out for her and that he certainly enjoyed thinking about her lush pussy wrapped around the battery-driven dong. In response she'd written him a rather epic email detailing exactly how much and in what ways she missed him. How much she missed him suckling from her, especially now that Mimi was getting older and less inclined to nurse as often. How she'd never before had such an experience as having her pussy eaten, although she'd read about it. At most her first husband had taken a swipe or two with his tongue on very rare occasions, never with the concentrated attention and love she had felt from John in that one night...and how achingly much she longed to feel it again. She was quite adamant that no battery operated device could ever replace him.
But the next email that included an attachment had literally taken his breath away. In fact, it had taken several long seconds for his oxygen starved lungs to get the message through to his brain to "BREATHE". She had her legs draped over the arms of the rocker again, a lacy teddy with one strap hanging off her shoulder, bared one lush breast and taut nipple. The condition of the teddy proved that she still had some milk. Indeed, he thought he could see a few pearly drops clearly clinging to the exposed teat. Her head was tossed to one side, eyes nearly closed and she was, he thought, obviously in a state of extreme arousal, near orgasm. Between her splayed legs one slim-fingered hand pulled her pussy up and back, exposing her hard little clit, while the other hand held the fake penis between her dewy lips.
With a sudden gust of breath he flicked through the remaining pictures, all of her fucking herself with his gift - spread-eagle and naked on the bed, doggy style while one hand rubbed her clit, several closeups of the glistening wet toy with her swollen, pink pussy wrapped around it. The last was a "Point of View" shot with her holding the dildo so that it looked as if it were his own cock, with her mouth wrapped around the head, a slight smile on her lips and her incredible blue eyes staring up at him through the camera lens. Shaking his head in delight and bemusement he chuckled slightly at the unsuspected depths of passion in his little bride. And not a little artistic creativity too he thought, as much proud of her as he was loving and missing her. Settling back he had enjoyed the little set of pictures at a more leisurely pace knowing there was no luckier man than he stationed in the desert that night.
And now - finally, the waiting was over and he was heading home to 'his girls'. Dee had written and asked if he wanted her to get birth control and initially he'd clutched, thinking perhaps she was indicating that she didn't want any more children - or more important to him, that she didn't want HIS children. Reading on though he discovered her thought process was simply that they'd had so little time together as a couple so far, she wondered if he would like to extend that time as long as possible - although she admitted that she'd found being pregnant around him to be quite marvelous and sexy and was looking forward to having his babies as soon as he thought best. Heart leaping with love and joy at his luck in finding her he'd written back that being in the military had taught him never to waste time or put things off because life and the future could be so uncertain, and that, if she was sure she didn't mind, he'd like them to 'take their chances'. She'd eagerly agreed and he was hoping to 'plant one as soon as he'd plowed the furrow'.
Transport and debriefing time had seemed to last weeks instead of days leaving him sleepless, short-tempered and with a seemingly permanent hard on. Finally though he was grabbing his duffel, making sure that the presents for Dee and Mimi were still on top, and stepping out with his men to wild applause, camera flashes and the squeals of happy and excited women and children - a far cry, he thought from the tears they'd left to so long ago. Eyes darting around the room he was searching for a glimpse of her flaming copper hair, only to be startled by a gentle hand on his back and the sound of his name -
"John?" She said quietly, almost hesitantly.
"Dee!"
Turning, he dropped his duffel, sweeping she and the toddler into his arms. Mimi turned her face away, shyly burying it in her mother's shoulder and sucking a thumb but Dee held her own face up to be kissed, wrapping her free arm tightly around his neck and kissing him back as passionately and intensely as he was kissing her. Holding nothing back the two lovers stood reclaiming each other in a small pool of silence, surrounded by a sea of joyful noise.
"Get a room, Gunny!" A gruff voice from behind them ordered.
Never letting go of Dee and the baby, John turned far enough to catch a glimpse of the bird on the collar and came reluctantly to attention.
"Sir?"
"Dammit man, never let go of a woman that beautiful! Two women you lucky bastard!" The Colonel said, chucking a wide-eyed Mimi under her slobbery chin.
"Yes SIR!" John said, grinning as he complied and wrapped an arm around Dee again.
"Report back in two weeks, and thanks Gunny!" He extended his hand and the two men shook firmly.
The Colonel stopped next to Dee briefly and tickled Mimi's neck again, "Sorry Ma'am, he's due 6 weeks leave and he's earned twice that but I need him back. We need him back."
"He'll be there when you need him, Sir." Dee replied and once again John's heart swelled with pride, knowing how lucky he was and how easily it could have turned out some other way. It amazed him sometimes that her dead husband could have so failed to recognize her many gifts - failed, in essence, to recognize HER for the woman she was capable of becoming - was CLEARLY becoming.
When they reached the Santa Fe he was somewhat startled when Dee handed him the baby in order to unlock the car doors and load stroller and diaper bag. Not nearly as startled as Mimi however who took one look at the Gunnery Sergeant's face and turned nearly purple with a sudden howl of outrage. Bouncing and shushing her somewhat helplessly John turned a few shades of red himself at the stares and smiles of some of the on-lookers. Dee bounced back upright, pushing her hair back out of her way and sputtering with equally embarrassed exasperation.
