Robbie had been a soldier for five years. He had joined up at the age of nineteen straight from college, much impressed with the picture of army life which the recruiting officer had painted for him. His girlfriend, Angie, had not been so thoroughly impressed though. They were very close and were planning a life together and she had complained tearfully that her life would be unbearable without him. To ease the pain of separation, they had decided to get married before Robbie joined his first tour abroad.
The wedding was a simple affair, arranged hastily and with only a few guests, but Angie didn't mind. The thought of moving into married quarters and starting her adult life was thrilling enough to compensate. All that had been five years ago, and during that time, Angie was dismayed to realise that her husband would only be spending a small proportion of his time at home. She felt disappointed and lonely. She was still a young woman and wanted to experience an appropriate lifestyle.
Robbie had decided to surprise her. At this moment he was on a train heading back towards the camp where they had their quarters. He had good news and wanted to share it with his wife as soon as possible. For the last twelve months his unit had been attached to the UN peace keeping force. It was rewarding work and Robbie had toiled long and hard, keeping out of trouble and following orders without question. Finally, last month, his efforts had been noticed and he had been rewarded with a promotion to Corporal. It was more difficult than he imagined at first, having to give orders to the same soldiers that were his friends and comrades, but after a short while he realised that he had their respect and that they were happy for him. He wore his stripe with pride.
Eventually the train pulled into the station. Still in uniform, Robbie grabbed his bag and quickly headed for the taxi stand. His journey was nearly at an end. He would soon be home. Throwing the driver a twenty and shaking his head at the proffered change, Robbie walked towards his house. It looked identical to all the other married quarters, but it was home to him. For days, whilst planning his visit home, he had been dreaming about his young wife.
Whilst lying in his bunk he would stare at the photograph of her he kept, imagining how her long, soft hair would feel and smell as it tumbled in blonde curls over her shoulders; the feel of her slim waist as his arms circled around her, the silky smoothness of her long legs as they wrapped around him as they made love and the feel of her young supple breasts as he kissed and licked them. He didn't have to dream or imagine any longer. He was home and she would be waiting for him with open arms (and, he hoped, open legs!).
As he entered the house, all seemed quiet. Still wanting to surprise Angie, he desisted from calling out and quietly made his way through the house looking for her. Strange, he thought, no one around! Climbing the stairs quietly he caught sounds coming from upstairs. His heart nearly stopped beating and the anger rose in his throat like bile as he recognised the lustful sounds immediately. How could she?, he almost shouted to himself. How could she be unfaithful to me?
He seemed frozen to the spot half way up the stairs. A part of him wanted to turn and run out of the door and out of her life, but the other part of him was angry. Very angry. He felt a certain need to know who she was with, to catch her red handed. His brain clicked into gear and he raced up the rest of the stairs leaping them two at a time.
Angie and her lover had heard the noise as Robbie had bounded up the stairs. Terrified, and not knowing who was in her house, she immediately disengaged herself from the man, just as the door burst open and she saw her husband framed in the doorway.
"W..what are you doing home Robbie?," she cried "I wasn't expecting you back for another six weeks!"
"That's obvious," he shouted back, his eyes burning with a deep red anger. "So this is what you do when I'm away!"
Robbie had been in such a rage that he had only now begun to look at the scene before him. Both of the lovers were naked. Angie was obviously frightened and shocked at being caught and was trying to cover her body with the bed sheet. She had scooped the sheet up around her breasts but had inadvertently left her lower body still exposed. Robbie felt his eyes drawn towards her legs. They were trembling slightly as if she had just climaxed and her exposed vagina was still open and leaking fluid. Turning to look at her lover, Robbie could see that he seemed not in the slightest concerned that he had been caught. He was a big man, and as he lay arrogantly back against the headboard with a snide grin playing around his lips, Robbie watched him toy idly with his large and still erect cock.
"You fucking slut!," Robbie spat at his wife. "Who the fuck is he?"
"N..n..nobody. He's just a guy from town. Please don't hurt him, Rob!"
Robbie was still in a turmoil of thoughts. His mouth was acting before his brain knew what it wanted to do. He sneered at the frightened woman.
"Oh, I'm not going to kill him or hurt him. I'm going to watch as you finish the job!"
Angie looked up in disbelief. She could hardly understand the words that she had just heard.
"W..w..what?"
"You heard me. It's obvious that you've just cum, now I want you to make sure this poor sap gets his jollies too! Go on, suck him off...NOW!"
Angie seemed unable to move, her limbs refusing to register what she was being told to do. She was now even more frightened. She had never seen Robbie like this before. He had been angry in the past, sure, but nothing on this scale! Slowly but surely her body seemed to catch up with her brain. She knew that she had to do what was being asked, no ordered, of her and with reluctant movements she crawled into a kneeling position between her lovers outstretched legs.
"Bend down, take his cock in your mouth, you slut!" Robbie shouted at her.
She was now obeying without hesitation as she lowered her head to her lovers groin. He was still painfully erect and she could smell her own scent on his manhood where it had been buried inside her pussy only minutes before. She sensed Robbie beside her now and felt his hand on the back of her head, forcing her down onto the other mans large prick. She was near to tears now as she heard her husband shouting at her again.
"Come on you bitch! Swallow his cock. Suck the whole thing down your throat and make him cum! I want to see him pour his seed into your slut mouth!"
Angie closed her eyes and started to suck. She could feel the huge tool swell in her mouth as her husbands hand still forced her to swallow more of his shaft. She almost gagged as the tip entered her throat and tried, unsuccessfully, to pull back. She was now aware that with her head down so low and still kneeling, her butt was now high in the air. This fact had obviously not escaped Robbie's attention either as, roughly, she felt her thighs spread and two fingers thrust unceremoniously into her wet vagina. Just as she was getting more and more turned on by this turn of events, the cock in her mouth suddenly swelled further and erupted a long stream of hot cum into her mouth.
As soon as Robbie saw his wife's lover cum, he was on him. Grabbing him by the hair he dragged him from the bed and threw him to the floor. A solid punch to the man's nose and a good kick to his balls saw the man completely disabled. Robbie quickly dragged him through the open bedroom door and, kicking him again for good measure, bundled him down the stairs. The man lay by the front door groaning painfully and clutching at his groin as Robbie threw his clothes down after him.
"Now fuck off, you cunt!," shouted Robbie from the top of the stairs. "If I ever see you again, I'll fucking kill you!"
Obviously wanting no further part in this situation, the man quickly gathered his clothes together and, without a further word, limped painfully from the house. Pleased to see his rival slink away, Robbie smiled to himself and re-entered the bedroom. Angie was still sitting on the bed, the tears dry on her face and her lovers cum staining her lips.
