Kevin smiled as he stepped off the 747 and onto MCAS Miramar's airfield dressed in his desert "digis" with his giant green c-bag flung over one shoulder. It didn't matter that he'd been in the air for most of the last eighteen hours or that he was probably the only sober man on the entire plane, that stop over in Bangor Maine had been wild. All he really remembered of the east coast state was a drunken rendition of the Marine's Hymn that had brought every man in the airport to their feet. It was a moving moment but nothing that compared with getting to see the California sun hanging overhead. There just isn't a way to properly describe the first steps on American soil for a man who's been gone for six months. It's enough to say that as his steel toed boots hit solid one hundred and three degree asphalt of the flight line an irresistible smile crossed his face.
Less than a hundred feet from him were a few hundred people on their feet with signs in the air. It was like being a celebrity. Even though none of the signs had his name on them and not a single person was waiting for him to step off the ramp and into their arms it was still an overwhelming sight. His breath caught in his throat as he quickly read over the signs.
"Homecoming Hero."
"Thank You Heroes."
"God Bless the Corps."
He didn't have enough time to read them all as he walked across the flight line. There wasn't any reason for him to read them all, it was the same thing he'd seen in Bangor, Maine and Charlotte, North Carolina. The only thing he was interested in was getting home to see his beautiful wife. "Trina always did enjoy a good surprise." Kevin said to himself wading through the crowd of teary eyed relatives towards the only man he wanted to see, the armorer. In a quick practiced motion he cleared his M16 A2 service rifle and thrust it into the arms of the armorer who declared it clear and let Kevin walk away.
At that exact moment Trina was just starting to wake up, her legs twined around Jeremy's nude body. He'd decided to stay the night before and every moment of it had been incredible. Not that either of them could remember anything about it, there were clothes and bottles of liquor randomly placed around the room. "Mornin' babe." He whispered gripping her rear and kissing her softly on the forehead. "We need to get up, least I do."
"No don't get up." She trapped his leg between hers pulling her closer to him and laying her head against his chest. "Stay, just five more minutes." He struggled half-heartedly against her grasp trying to escape before relaxing.
"I guess five more minutes won't kill me." Jeremy replied easing back against her. "Just five more minutes." He assured himself even as Trina reached down and wrapped her fingers around his soft shaft. All it took was the touch of her flesh to his to get his blood flowing. "I don't have time."
"I think you'll make time." Trina whispered slipping beneath the covers and out sight. Her hand was gently stroking his cock but her lips were moving lower to his sac and teasingly tracing the creases with her tongue. "Won't you?" He responded with a loud moan and twitching his leg. She knew then that she had him, before she wrapped her lips around his cock firmly tonguing his shaft.
Trina didn't hear a key being jiggled into the front door over his moans. The slight squeak of the mattress was easily drowned out the squeak of the door. Kevin knew what was happening almost instantly, a strange car parked in his spot. The drapes were drawn and she wasn't watching Passions. He knew the truth before he heard the sloppy slurping sounds from the bedroom.
There was the briefest pause as he considered the possibility that his wife had just slipped in a porn movie. There wasn't any doubt as he got closer to the bedroom and saw the clothing strewn around the house. All the months that had gone by hadn't dulled his senses; he still knew the sound of his wife. He knew what he was going to find when he opened his door but he still couldn't stop himself. He wished he didn't have to reach out and grab the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
Her back was to the door so he couldn't see her face. She was riding him hard; Kevin could see her juices running down the man's cock as she fucked him. The entire bed was creaking as she bounced up and down. "YES!" Trina tossed her head back in rapture before leaning down against Jeremy's chest smothering him in a collection of kisses. "See wasn't that worth being a little behind schedule?"
"Yes." He swooned laying flat on the bed. "But I need to go now."
"You have no idea." Kevin growled.
Trina nearly fell of the bed as she jumped off Jeremy and snatched the covers up around her body. Her soft eyes instantly locked with her enraged husband and the only thing on her mind was trying to find a place to hide.
"Who's that?" Jeremy asked sitting up and quickly snatching up his pants and pulling them over his crotch.
"I'm her-"
"He's my-"
"Husband." They both said in unison staring at each other.
"Oh. Oh." Jeremy's eyes widened as he stared at Kevin. He hadn't noticed before how much bigger than him Kevin was but was it was really obvious with him glaring down at him. "I had no idea man. I didn't know she was married or I would never."
"Get out." Kevin growled his eyes now completely focused on his wife. There was no need for him to repeat the request; Jeremy didn't even grab his shoes as he ran out of the door, pants in one hand a shirt in the other. Kevin could hear tires squealing outside the house as he walked toward his wife.
"I I didn't mean to?" Trina screamed scampering to the far end of the bed and holding up pillow to protect herself.
"You didn't mean to?" Kevin repeated stepping to the foot of the bed. "What, you tripped fell, landed on his dick?" He asked before gripping the bed sheets and snatching them off the bed. "You always fuck men in my bed? Is that the kind of nasty bitch you've become?" He roared throwing the sheets on the floor and walking over to him. Kevin walked over to the bed right beside her raising his hand to strike her.
Trina couldn't move she just stared blankly at him through tear filled eyes. She made no effort to escape him. "Get the fuck out of my house you whore." Kevin whispered lowering his hand and slumping down on the bed the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes.
"Kevin." Trina whispered reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't touch me." He whispered pulling his shoulder away from her. "Get out of my house."
"Where will I go?" She asked getting off the bed and getting dressed.
"I don't know. I don't care either." Kevin said covering his face and leaning over. He didn't want her to see the tears flowing from his eyes. "Just go."
Trina looked at him one last time as she finished pulling her clothing on and walked to the door. Her fingers had just made it to the doorway when she looked back at her husband. "What have I done?" She thought as she looked back at him. She'd never wanted to hurt him, not Kevin who'd done so much for her. Kevin who loved her with all his heart. She'd been lonely but it was no excuse for the things she'd done, the things she had to make up for.
She pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside followed quickly by the rest of her clothing. Trina got down on her hands and knees crawling over to where Kevin was crying and pressed her lips to his boots before and looked up at him. "Kevin, I fucked up." She didn't flinch when he pulled back ready to slap her again. "Let me make it up to you. I can't leave you. I don't have a job, my mother lives across the country, my family lives across the country. I have no where to go. Don't kick me out."
Kevin stared at her for a moment before backhanding her nearly knocking her onto her back. "Why should I?" Kevin whispered fighting to keep his voice steady.
"I'll do anything. What do you want; whatever you tell me to do I'll do it." Trina responded getting back on her knees. "Anything you say."
She's serious. Kevin realized as he stared down at his wife. He had no intention of forgiving her for what she'd done but a nude woman swearing she'll do anything is a hard thing for any man to ignore. It's an even harder thing to ignore when the last naked woman you saw was in a magazine with half the pages torn out. "Suck my dick."
Trina nodded reaching up and undoing his rigger belt and ripping it off, she gripped his fly tearing the buttons open and his pants down around his ankles. His hard cock had already slipped out of the opening his boxers. She could smell the sweat on his body, he hadn't showered in two days but she still leaned forward sucking his cock into her mouth. After Trey's party it was hardly a challenge to take her husband's cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Kevin gasped as he felt Trina's nose nestled against his stomach. He unbuttoned his blouse as Trina bobbed her head up and down over his shaft. He pulled his blouse off; a second later he tossed his olive green undershirt away and gripped the back of her head. "Get on the bed Trina."
One last slurp and Trina scrambled up onto the bed face down in the pillows with her ass in the air. "Is that what you want honey?"
"You can call me Sir from now on and yes that is exactly how a bitch like you should be." He replied getting up off the bed and walking to the closet pulling a belt out of the closet.
"Yes sir." She responded looking back at him.
Kevin gripped his belt in both hands doubling it over as he looked at his wife. As angry as he was it was hard to ignore her. "I'm going to spank you until I think you've learned your lesson."
"Yes sir." Trina whispered looking back at the belt. He'd only spanked her once and that was playfully. The idea of him trying to hurt her was frightened her. I love him, I deserve this. She whispered closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip.
