The Patriotic Hotwife

I hope you enjoy this latest piece. It's been a while since I've published here, but hoping to upload more soon.

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My life has never been predictable. When the pandemic hit I lost my high paying job in the corporate sector. I was newly married and we had a mortgage that was going to cost us our house.

With the economy in the dumpster, I was in dire straits. Fortunately there was one employer that was taking all the recruits they could get. The Australian Army. The money and benefits shocked me but nothing prepared me for Basic Training.

Eighty days of intense training at Kapooka. I knew it would be physically demanding, but I guess I'd never considered the math.

You see, women at Kapooka are outnumbered five to one by horny husbands and boyfriends who are expected to have blue balls for more than two months.

Of course fraternization is strictly off limits, but if my teenage years taught me anything it's that making something forbidden only makes it certain that I'm going to indulge in it.

At Kapooka, it took all of six days for me to break that particular regulation.

They stuck us in rooms, two soldiers per dorm, which meant that when my roommate bailed on day five, I pretty much had the place to myself. Which certainly made phone sex with my hubby a whole lot easier.

I was just about to dial home for my evening release when the door opened and Private Matthews -- or 'Horse' as the other recruits called him -- slipped into my room.

"Wrong room, Horse," I called as I quickly pulled the bedsheet up over me.

"Whoops," he answered, looking about. "I see you have the place to yourself."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I was totally naked under the sheet and didn't particularly want to become the talk of the barracks.

He seemed to zero in on my discomfort. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," I stammered weakly. But that only seemed to encourage him.

"Sure, sure," he replied as he moved closer. "Doesn't look like nothing to me."

"If you must know, I was about to call my husband."

His eyes lingered hungrily over the curves of my body, concealed only by the plain sheet. It wasn't much and it was doing little to hide me.

"You're about to get it on," he teased. "You go, Private."

I threw the pillow at him as he turned and made for the door; it bounced off his shoulder and hit the floor.

His hand brushed the doorknob but he stopped. "Of course, if you'd rather experience the real deal I can stick around. You can find out why they call me Horse."

"And why's that?" I asked, figuring if I humored him he'd leave a little faster.

He turned and grabbed at his crotch. "Because I'm hung like a horse. This sucker is almost a foot long."

I laughed out loud. "Sure, Horse. I've been lied to before."

"I'm not lying," he protested. "Real men don't need to lie."

My window to play with my hubby was closing fast and Horse was wasting it.

"Tell you what, Horse, you whip that bad boy out and if it's not a footlong I'm going to kick you in the dick for wasting my time."

"And if it is?" he asked.

"I won't bother calling my hubby," I replied. I was kidding of course, but he didn't know that, and I figured he wasn't going to call my bluff.

I was wrong.

He reached for his belt, and in a few second he took it off and tossed it on the bed. With a push he sent his camo pants crashing to the floor, his boxers with them.

And the biggest flaccid cock I've ever seen sprang free. It had to be almost 10 inches. It was bigger than my dildo and it wasn't even hard yet.

"Fuck," I breathed.

He laughed as he gripped the shaft and slowly stroked it.

"Let me guess, hubby comes up a little short," his confidence grew as did his cock.

"Next to that, everyone comes up short," I breathed.

My eyes were simply glued to its majestic length, and as it grew, so did my curiosity. I imagined what it would be like to take something that large. Would it even fit?

I mean, I'd seen plenty of porn with impossibly big dicks fitting into tight barely legal teens. But this was different. It was real, and it was right in front of me.

"Private," Horse's voice grew firm, less playful.

My eyes rose to meet his; they'd been locked on his impressive manhood.

"Drop the sheet and get on your knees."

It wasn't a request. It was a command.

The nerve. The unfettered arrogance. I knew I should throw him out. Him and his hard cock.

But my eyes just kept wandering back to it, as he stroked it to hardness. I was mesmerized. Scratch that, I was dicknotized. I wanted it. I needed it.

"Are you disobeying a direct order?" Horse teased as he took a step toward the bed.

He wasn't my commanding officer, but it was an order that every primal urge in my body wanted to obey.

I let go of the sheet and let it slide down my naked body. The sheet was coarse but the friction of it brushing over my hardened nipples sent a thrill through me.

His eyes followed it to the floor and I could see the hunger in them. It was a mirror of the hunger in my own. I slid off the bed, and to my knees; the concrete floor was cool to the touch.

No luxuries here in Kapooka, but that hardly mattered now. The floor brought me closer to his cock and I was just dying for a taste.

Horse grinned as he stepped forward, offering it to me. I brushed his hand aside and felt the warmth of him in my grasp. My fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it.

I licked the head, slowly tracing it with my tongue. I took him in my mouth, as much of him as I could fit, and stroked the rest of him as I did, eliciting a grunt of approval.

I thought of my husband waiting for my evening call, but I just couldn't stop worshipping the cock in front of me.

"Get on the bed." His voice was firm and unyielding.

I stood up, a little self conscious of the saliva that ran down my chin and landed on my breast. Part of me was disappointed the blowjob was ending prematurely. I wanted to feel that weapon explode in my mouth.

Obeying his instruction, I got on the bed.

"Stroke yourself for me," he directed.

"What?"

"You're going to want to be very wet for this," Horse whispered as he towered over me. "So you're going to stroke that married pussy until you come for me."

I'd only ever masturbated in front of my husband, but this was exhilarating.

My fingertips parted my damp lips and found my clit.

"That's it, Private. Come for me, and I'll feed you this big dick you've been craving."

He had me and he knew it, so I surrendered myself to him, stroking myself while he watched, all the while stroking that cock I was desperate to try.

My orgasm took me by surprise, my ass lifting up off the sheet as I shook with pleasure. As I came down from the high and opened my eyes, I became aware of Horse standing over me, his cock slowly parting my soaked pussy.

"That's it, Private," his voice was husky as he planted his hands on the bed on either side of me. "Who's a good little soldier?"

When I didn't answer, he withdrew. Pulling his perfect cock away from me.

"No," I gasped; I wanted it so badly.

He cocked his head to the side expectantly.

"I am, I'm a good little soldier," I whispered.

His thick head was inside me before the words had left my lips.

"Ahhhhhhhh," I groaned as he fed the first few inches into me.

"That's it, Private, I've waited all week to get inside you," Horse gloated as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started fucking me in earnest. With every stroke he managed to get more of it into me.

Inch by inch he stretched me out until he was reaching parts of me I was sure my husband had never visited.

I groaned and writhed beneath him as he pounded me into the bed. He helped himself to my tits, taking one in each hand as he gave me everything he had.

Trapped beneath him and folded in half, he impaled me on that magnificent cock. I felt so full, so gloriously full. My second orgasm came in waves and he just rode me right through them.

I lost track of time, lost in the ecstasy of his ardor, until I felt him throbbing inside me. His thrusts grew more frantic until he came, each stroke sending a pulsing jet of his hot load deep inside me.

Horse was in no hurry though, patiently filling me to the brim.

I should have said something, but even his softening cock felt extraordinary inside me. So I let him use me to his heart's content.

When he finally withdrew, I felt so much of him as he drained out of me.

"Same time tomorrow night," Horse said. I wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement.

I knew I should say no. But I also knew I couldn't.

Not to that big ol' horse cock.

"Yes please," I whispered.

He grinned as he headed for the door; stopping for a moment there he turned. "Oh, and don't call your husband. He'll know you've been a naughty girl."

"How?"

"Look in the mirror," Horse said, as he turned for the door.

I did and saw the flushed and freshly fucked look on my face. He was right.

"Goodnight, Private Pussy," he called as he disappeared through the door.

*****

Basic Training for the Australian Army is no laughing matter. Weeks of physically demanding exercises designed to take you to the breaking point.

I'd expected that, it had been in the brochure. I hadn't expected it to also be the best sex of my life. Perhaps it was the fact that I was living in close quarters with so many well built men, or perhaps it was the fact my husband was three hours away and I don't do celibacy, enforced or otherwise.

And here at Kapooka it's definitely enforced, there's a strict no fraternization policy. But the fact that it's forbidden only made it all the more enticing. Particularly when I discovered one of my fellow grunts had the biggest dick I had ever seen.

Turns out the nickname Horse had nothing to do with the fact he was a country boy from Victoria, and everything to do with the massive weapon he was packing in his fatigues. The thing had to be double digits. I'd not bothered measuring it, but he'd been impaling me on a daily basis and it was a monster.

I had a dorm room to myself as my roommate dropped out three days into training. I'd taken to calling my hubby for phone sex on the mobile I'd smuggled in.

When Horse had caught me, I'd been in a compromised position. Then he'd compromised the hell out of me.

Now we had a routine: I called my hubby and raced through our evening cyber sex, which always left me soaked and ready for Horse.

Horse closed the door behind him, undoing his belt as he crossed the room. Laying on the edge of the bed, I let my legs fall open for him.

"Hows the hubby?" Horse asked, a big shit-eating grin on his face as he lined the massive mushroom-shaped head of his cock up with my pussy.

"He's..." I'd barely got the first word out as Horse drove himself into my soaked sex. "Oh my..." my words devolved into a groan as he took me, grabbing my ankles and holding them apart as he gave it to me.

"I know, you're going to miss me when we graduate," Horse gloated. "And I'm going to have ruined you for your hubby."

He wasn't wrong, I was going to miss this.

"I wonder if he'll notice the difference. You sure will." Horse was an ass, but I couldn't say no. Not anymore.

"Yep, going to be like throwing a sausage down a hallway. Poor fella."

I was about to tell him to shut his mouth, when the door to the room burst open.

"Private Hoskins, what the hell are you doing?"

The familiar voice of Captain Carlisle filled the dorm.

Horse turned so fast he fell over, his dong waving absurdly through the air as he tripped on the fatigues still bundled about his waist.

"Uh Captain," he stammered, "it's not what it looks like."

Carlisle pointed at the door. "Get out. I'll deal with you later."

Horse struggled to the door and disappeared as fast as he could manage it.

I looked to cover myself with the sheets, but they were still tucked in and I was buck naked on top of them.

"Private," Captain Carlisle began. "You're aware of the rules on this base. Are you not?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered as I tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Then might I suggest, Private, that if you're going to fuck somebody, that you exercise the same intelligence you show in the field and fuck someone with enough clout to protect you from the consequences."

Captain Carlisle was a handsome man, fit as hell even though he had to be pushing fifty. There was a little grey starting to show in his black hair but it was more silver fox than old man. As he stood there he made no effort to hide the fact he was staring at my very naked body, or to hide the burgeoning erection in his pants.

"I didn't pick him for his rank," I replied, not sure what else to say.

"If you enjoyed that, I'm sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement," the Captain said as he devoured me with his eyes.

They were full of lust, and seeing it only served to turn me on. I enjoyed seeing the effect I had on men, and looking at the Captain I knew he was thinking with his 'other head.' If I played my cards right, I might just get out of this without getting discharged.

I moved my hands, and propped myself up on my elbows as I tried to give him my best coy smile. "What did you have in mind?"

He reached for his belt. "On your knees, Private Pussy."

I obeyed; it was an order from a superior officer after all.

By the time my knees touched the hardwood floor, he had his pants open and was fishing out his cock.

"Oh my," I gasped.

"Not a skinny wicket like poor Horse, is it?"

He wasn't wrong; Horse probably had him beat for length, but the Captain was thick. This was going to be like getting plowed by a baseball bat. I tried to fit it in my mouth but it felt like I was going to dislocate my jaw, so instead I stroked the shaft while licking and sucking the head as best I could.

The Captain grunted his approval as his shaft grew harder.

"Try as you might, Private, there's no way I'm going to waste this load on your pretty lips. Bend over that bed."

The command sent a thrill through me. I'd never considered myself to be submissive, but him taking charge was getting me wet with anticipation.

I bent over the bed, and he pushed me onto my stomach.

"Mmm," I groaned, "somebody knows what they want."

"Hands behind your back," was his only response.

He proceeded to tie my hands behind my back with his standard army issue belt. I'd never tried bondage, and letting go of control was both arousing and a little intimidating.

The Captain got behind me, and I felt his thick cock press between my thighs. Damn, it was big.

"I'll bet your husband has no idea what you've been up to, has he?"

"No," I whispered as the thick head forced my soaked lips apart.

He grabbed my ass. "Well Private, you're going to be a real ass-et in the army. I can tell already."

The Captain pushed his big dick into me and damn near split me in half.

"Oh my," I groaned as he worked more of it into me on every stroke. "Yes, fuck me, Captain."

His thrusting intensified, threatening to drive me over the cliff and into an orgasm.

"I think I might see... if I can't have you... permanently assigned to my staff."

My body convulsed with pleasure. "I'll spend all the time on your staff that I can," I confessed.

"Good, no need to slum it with the enlisted. I'll see you don't spend any more lonely nights here in the barracks."

The Captain used my married pussy like it was his personal playground and I came hard, trapped between him and the bed. I felt him throb as his thrusts grew frantic and erratic. All of a sudden he pulled out.

"On your knees!"

I tried to hide my disappointment; I much prefer it when men finish inside me. The feeling of being filled is my favorite, but the Captain had other plans. I got on my knees.

Standing over me, he stroked his big cock, pointing it right at my chin. It leapt in his hands as he shot the first gooey strand across my chin and cheek. The captain lowered his aim and glazed my tits, covering me in his seed.

As it ran down my naked body he bent down and undid the belt.

"Thank you, Captain," I whispered as I pushed some of his seed into my mouth.

His hand fondled my cum covered tit. "Oh, Private, the night is young and I'm just getting started."

*****

When I graduated Basic Training for the army at Kapooka I got far more than I bargained for. Probably on account of the fact that I never really thought about how all those men would blow off steam after 80 days of being confined.

The night before graduation, a roaring party had gotten going in the barracks. I retreated upstairs to my room to call my hubby so that we could have some much overdue fun together.

I figured with all the partying going on downstairs, no one would notice. I had no idea just how wrong I could be.

"That's it baby, show me that pussy," my husband instructed.

I gave him a flirty smile as I leaned back in my chair, my laptop set up on the desk in front of me. I propped my legs up on the desk, opened nice and wide so that he had an unobstructed view of the wet spot forming on my plain cotton panties.

"Sorry baby, I didn't bring any G-strings with me, just these."

I pulled the panties up with one hand, until my engorged lips formed a cameltoe, and stroked the other finger along them. I loved to tease him.

"Three months is way too long to be apart," he groaned. "I've missed you."

"Have you, baby?" I asked coyly as I took off my shirt, revealing the fact I wasn't wearing a bra. "Or have you missed these?"

There was a sharp intake of breath as my hubby stared at my naked tits.

"I've certainly missed those too."

"Oh yeah?" I teased. "What are you going to do to them?"

I always got so worked up when we had cyber sex, I dunno why; maybe it was the voyeuristic side of it but I was so wet I practically soaked through my panties. I wished my hubby was here, as my fingers were a poor substitute for a real cock.

"I want to taste them as you ride me," he declared, stroking his cock on cam for me.

I pulled my panties aside, and slipped a finger into my soaked sex. Mmmm. That was what I needed.

I was so caught up, I didn't hear the door to my dorm room open. In fact the first I knew someone else was there, was when a fat flaccid cock landed on my bare tit.

"What the?" I looked down. There was only one dick I knew that was that big. It's where he got his nickname from.

"Horse, you ass, get out of my room!" I shouted, forgetting momentarily that I was on a video call.

"What the hell?" my hubby called from the other side of the screen. "Why is he in your room with his dick out?"

"It's nothing," I tried to reassure him, blocking my cam with one hand while I shouted at Horse.

"That's not what you usually say," Horse replied with a laugh. That's when he noticed my hubby on screen stroking his cock.

"Oh you're still on your call, my bad, I'm early," Horse stooped down to look in the cam. "Thanks for letting your wife join the army, she's been a real godsend. Takes a cock better than any broad I've ever met."

"He's lying right, baby?" my hubby asked. "This is some kind of hazing thing, right?"

Horse laughed. "No sir, as soon as she saw the old bait and tackle she gave it a good old taste. Been hooked ever since."

As Horse spoke he fisted his cock, slowly stroking it to life in front of the cam. I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to hurt my hubby, but I didn't want to lie to him either.

Horse's big cock grew, right beside my cheek as he pointed it at the camera.

"Come on man, don't tell me you haven't fantasized about seeing your wife take a massive cock."

"I, uh..." my hubby stammered.