After spending 6 months under the hot Afghanistan sun, I arrive to find my wife waiting for me at the airfield. She's dressed moderately, with a floral skirt that reaches midway down her thighs, and a thin, white blouse. I can see the outline of her white, lace bra that I bought her for Christmas and hope she's wearing the matching thong under that skirt. The thought elicits a spark through my body.
She runs and jumps at me, throwing her arms around me and kisses me, passionately. God, it's been so long since I felt those soft lips. I move my tongue to find hers but she pulls away and looks at me slyly, intentionally teasing me.
I'm still wearing my military uniform as we fall through the front door of our house, our lips connected. As I kiss along her jaw and down her neck she unzips my fleece and pulls it over my head.
"Bed! Now!" I demand.
"Yes Captain, anything you say." she giggles back playfully.
I follow her halfway up the stairs before picking her up and carrying her over my shoulder and throwing her down on the bed. I return to kissing her neck and slowly unbutton her blouse, my lips trailing down her neck to her cleavage. She lets out a gentle moan and takes my shirt off. I lean over her, our bare abdomens touching, while I unclip her bra and yank it off.
I kiss further down her chest and reach her taut nipples, sucking and gently nibbling them while I rub her thighs. She moans again, slightly louder than before, and I feel my cock start to throb.
I pull her skirt down, sliding it over her feet and kiss up her thighs, getting closer and closer to my target. I use my teeth to pull her thong down in one swift movement. The sweet smell of her juices makes my cock go rock hard.