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2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Author's Note:
There is no cheating wife in this story. There is some sex. This is just a story about a loving couple and how they cope. I hope you enjoy. (P.S. I changed my mind on how I should end this story about five times. What you get here is the second ending. I never wrote the first ending.) This one took me a long time to finish. I started it way back in January. I hope you enjoy it.
oo] His Last Deployment [oo
Fear, that's what I felt every time. It was only there when my husband, Dean, of ten years, shipped out on another deployment. Most of the time, he couldn't tell me where except when he returned home and sometimes not even then. He wasn't a Seal he wasn't an Army Ranger. He was just a cop, in the Air Force. A Captain. We lived in base housing. I kissed him hard as he stepped up to me to say goodbye.
"Please be careful sweetheart," I said.
"I will Jill. This should be an easy one. I've been there before as have the rest of the unit. I love you and I will miss you," he said.
"I love you, too."
We kissed and he turned and walked to the hummer waiting for him. He climbed in and waved as it drove off. I took a deep breath, turned, and went back into the house. The silence inside was not comforting. Although we had been married for ten years, we didn't have any children. Not that we haven't tried. We have been trying since we were first married. It's just that I haven't caught. The doctors said there was nothing wrong with either of us, so it must have been we were just not intimate at the right time of my cycle. Which was probably true? It never failed that he would deploy at the most inconvenient times.
Dean was my dream guy from college. He was in the ROTC and a political science major. I was a lit major but then switched to nursing school after he graduated. Dean went into the service right after graduating. He was made a first lieutenant out of OCS, then went through Security Police training. Once finished he took leave and came home. I was working in the local hospital ER.
We met in the ER one night. He had helped a friend who had been attacked by a couple of neighborhood hoodlums. He had fought them off until the police showed up. It was four against two. Toward the last, it was Dean against three of them. They had knives, Dean, had his fists. For me, it was like seeing an old friend in a different light. For him, I was an old friend from college. When they released him, I was waiting for him. I offered to take him home. He accepted. We went out while he was home on leave several times.
We were married a year later after he got home from his first deployment. While he was away, I wrote to him every day. He wrote to me when he could. Actually, he wrote to me every day but could only mail them to me once in a while. It was when he got home that we realized that we were in love. I was proud to be his wife, he was proud to be my husband. A year after we were married he was once again deployed to some foreign land far away. It was somewhere dangerous. He said it wasn't but I knew he was just trying to protect me. He came home early. He was wounded trying to break up a knife fight. It wasn't that serious, but he couldn't do his job while he recuperated.
Ten years later, he has moved up the ranks until he was a Captain now, still being deployed to places around the world. Sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a short while. I knew it was always dangerous. He never came home wounded again though. I sat on the couch looking out the front window at the base housing neighborhood. I spotted Jenny Lang walking up out front. She knocked lightly at the door.
Smiling, Jenny was a good friend, I went and opened the door. She smiled at me and stepped inside. I closed the door and we hugged. It was just a friendly hug.
"Coffee?" I asked.
"No, no, too late in the day. I will take some water, sparkling if you have one," she replied.
Nodding I led her into the kitchen. I got a water for her and a soda for me. We sat at the kitchen table.
"What's up Jen?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just came to visit. How are you doing?" she asked
"I'm fine Jen, just fine."
"Listen, I know that Dean just left and I thought you might want some company is all," Jenny said reaching across the table to pat my hand.
"I know. But I'm okay, really."
"All right, I'll go when I finish my drink," said Jen smiling at me.
For the next half an hour we just chatted about everything and nothing. Jen was good company, she always made me laugh with some of the stories she told me. Not for a minute did I think they were true. After she left I was once again alone. I had been alone before and I would be alone in the future. For the rest of the day, I just puttered around the house, cleaning. Even though the house was always clean, I cleaned.
It was Saturday. Dean said he would be back in 30 days. I actually didn't have anything to do until Monday when I went to work in the base PX. I worked there six hours a day. The pay wasn't bad for a part-time job and it did help to defray some of our living expenses and put gas in my car. To say I was lonely for the rest of the day and Sunday would be an understatement.
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As the days slowly slipped by, I went to work, came home, and sat in front of the TV not really seeing what was on. I ate to keep my strength up. I showered to keep myself healthy and clean. I went to work so I had some company. For each of Dean's deployments, it was like this. Long stretches of loneliness, praying that he was well and would return to me alive and whole. It wasn't as if I didn't have visitors. The other wives stopped by and I stopped over at their homes.
Some had children, some didn't. We were all in the same boat. We were without our husbands for a while. But we had all known what we were getting into when we said I do. But our biggest fear was always that they wouldn't come home to us. That fear was always there, even when they were home with us. Did I hate my husband because of what he chose to do for his country? No. He was not only doing what he did for his country but for me and all the rest of families on the base and in the country.
Besides, I loved him dearly. I loved him and I loved what he chose to do for his country and me. Men like him keep us safe at home. I thanked him for that every time he came home safe to me. Boy did I thank him.
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It was the 28th day of his deployment. What you don't think I keep track of the days he's away? I do. I had just gotten up. There was a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat. I immediately thought the worst. Whoever was there, they knocked again. I almost collapsed. I slowly moved to the door. As I reached for the doorknob, they knocked again. I closed my eyes and prayed. Opening my eyes, I opened the door. I almost fainted. There stood Dean looking sheepishly at me.
"I'm sorry, honey, I forgot my keys," he said softly.
I screamed with joy and jumped up into his arms. I kissed his face all over as I clung to him tightly. I kept whispering, 'Oh my god, oh my god.'
"I love you too, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear as he squeezed me.
I slipped from his hold and stood there in front of him. I put my forehead on his chest and just stood there saying a prayer that he had come back to me safely and without being hurt. Stepping back from him I let him come into the house. He stooped, picked up his pack, and stepped into our house.
"I love you so much," I whispered as he closed the door.
Dean picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He gently put me down on my feet. He kissed me deeply and with passion. I was kissing him back with all the love and passion I felt for my wonderful husband.
"I need a shower," said Dean pulling his mouth from mine.
"Me too," I said smiling wickedly at him.
"No, you don't."
"I do if you do," I growled.
Smiling, Dean started to strip off his desert utilities. I started to strip off my blouse and jeans. When we were naked we hurried to the bathroom and into the shower. Dean let me adjust the water. When it was just right I ducked under the spray and soaked my hair letting the warm water run down my body. Dean was standing close enough to also get soaked by the spray. He was feeling me up and down. I giggled.
Stepping back I pulled Dean under the spray. Turning I grabbed the shampoo from the windowsill and squirted some in my hand. I then shampooed Dean's hair. He did have some. He really didn't like the buzz cut that most of the men wore. I really didn't care. He looked wonderful to me no matter how much hair he had or didn't have. I let him rinse.
Soaping up his body was always fun. His muscles had muscles, but you could only tell if he was naked. When dressed he just looked like a healthy male who took care of himself. Naked he was fabulous looking. And that muscle that hung down between his legs? It too was fabulous. Not too long, not too fat. It was just right for me. It filled me up all the way. It even stretched me a little if he pressed into me harder. I loved this man, every bit of him.
Dean grabbed the soap from me and started to glide his soapy hand all over my body. I was in heaven. He left my tits and other parts until last. When he soaped up my tits, I groaned. His hands felt so wonderful on my skin but, rubbing over my nipples, chills ran up my spine. He soaped my ass. Again his hands on my skin caused me such delight. When he slipped a soapy finger across my little brown hole, I shook with pleasure. A finger dipping in, drove me absolutely wild with passion.
Finally, his hand gently caressed my vulva. My eyes rolled up into my head, I stood up on my tippy-toes. His fingers slipped down my slit, parting my labia and roughly gliding across my clit. A finger dipped into my pussy, slid out, then two fingers were inside my body and I came, hard.
"Oh fuck, you're making me come," I yelled, shaking, still on my tip-toes.
Dean kept his fingers in me as he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back hard. I could hardly think as I came again.
"Don't tease me like this. Take me to bed, please," I begged him.
He pushed me under the spray of warm water to rinse the soap from my body. Shutting the water off, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, throwing me, I squealed with joy as I hit the mattress. Dean crawled up between my legs, pressing his lips to my pussy. I gasped as his tongue forced its way through my labia. I was quickly getting close to coming once again.
"Oh fuck yes," I cried grabbing his head in both hands.
He knew exactly how to lick and suck me to get me off and soaking wet inside. As I collapsed back on the bed, Dean moved up my body, kissing and lick me in all the right places. Stopping at my very sensitive breasts he played with my hard nipples, licking them and sucking them. He even bit them gently with his teeth. He caressed my tits with his free hand. As I started to cry out, he moved up, his hard cock scraping my tender thigh.
"Oh, yes," I gasped.
Reaching between us I grabbed him in my hand. I squeezed gently, causing him to moan as he kissed my neck. Flicking his cock up and down my slit, I lubricated him so he would just glide into my body. I positioned him at my entrance.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I growled.
He pushed into me fast, slamming against my pelvis with his. I screamed with pleasure and pain. It was exquisite. I had a small orgasm when I screamed.
"Oh my god!" Dean groaned. "I love you so much Jill, so much. I missed you."
"I missed you too, dear. I love you, god I love you more than you will ever know."
