Cindy and I had been snuggling after a serious round of fucking. After being deployed overseas for over a year it was great to come back to my best girl; my wife. No sooner than we got in the door we picked up where we left off. In 30 seconds we were in bed together again.
"Where you going?"
"I'm going to serve my man his favorite bourbon in bed," Cindy smiled as left for the kitchen.
I watched her glorious ass juggle a little and sighed. "Nearly impossible to get pussy in those Muslim countries," I thought to myself. I remembered how difficult it was to get some privacy just to be able to jack off alone with my thoughts.
"Here, baby," Cin said handing me my drink and crawling back into bed with me.
"Another thing that was difficult to get," I said raising my glass in a toast tome wife.
"What else couldn't you have over there?"
I hesitated before deciding to be honest. "Not that I was trying, but single guys were horny all the time. Strict religious tenets forbade alcohol and prohibited women from dating, for lack of a better term."
"And you weren't looking to get laid? I bet....."
She had me on the defensive. "No need for me to look. I have the best right here at home."
She kissed my cheek. "Good answer. But tell me, what did you do when you got horny?"
Taking a swallow before delving into my privacy with her, I figured she deserved an honest answer. "You remember that photo of you, the sexy one where you're wearing panties and showing almost all of your beautiful breasts? I used that to relieve myself when I could get a chance. Finding a private place to jack off was hard."
My wife reached down and started toying with my dick. "I like that, babe. You jacking off to my picture. How sweet. How sexy. Do you still have it?"
"Have what?"
"That pic of me, of course. What do you think we're talking about, silly?"
"Uh huh," I said my dick responding to her hand.
"Get it."
"Not now Cin. I'm feeling good with your hand on me."
She pulled her hand away. "No more until you show me you still have that photo."
My erection bobbed and waggled as I walked across the room and fumbled through my sea bag. Finding the book I kept her picture in, I pulled it out and returned to her. "Here it is," I said handing her the worn photo.
"Jesus, this thing looks like it got a lot of use. You must have worn your poor dick out," she said with a giggle giving me a gentle squeeze.
After she looked at the picture of herself, she noticed something. "What caused the yellowing?"
"Can't you guess?"
"Cum?"
"Winner, winner. Chicken dinner," I replied, wishing she'd change the subject.
"Did you show this to anyone?"
I was afraid she'd ask me that. I remained quiet.
"Let me ask you again," she demanded moving her hand from my dick and squeezing my balls.
"Come on, Cin. Stop. That hurts."
"Then tell me."
Not wishing to lose the moment, I told her what she wanted to know. "Yeah. I let some of the guys see it."
"Did they jack off to it. Did you let them masturbate to my photo?"
"I couldn't stop them, Cin. Hell, no one could have. It was desperate times over there. I'm sorry, but yeah, a few of the guys used that pic as inspiration."
She was quiet for a minute or two. Then she snuggled closer and took my dick back in her hand. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad to do my part to support the troops. Besides, I think it's kind of hot, all those guys rubbing themselves out while looking at me."
Handing me the picture, my wife released my dick and replaced her hand with mine. "Show me. Show me how you jacked off."
"Come on. I'm home. I don't have to do that anymore," I pleaded.
"Please. I want to watch." She stuck her tongue in my ear then blew. "Show me, johnnie," she whispered.
I closed my eyes and started to stroke my hard dick. I heard her softly make a funny noise when she saw me hold my balls in the other hand. "That's it, johnnie. Show momma how much you missed her pussy."
"I did miss you," I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Did it turn you on to know all those guys jacked off to me? Did you think about all those big hard cocks shooting cum on my picture, baby? Did it?"
"Oh, God yesssss," I groaned shooting my second load of cum. The first spurt hit me on my chin. Then next couple on my chest. The remainder dribbled onto my stomach as I finished to my wife's clapping.
"That was hot, johnnie."
"Your turn, Cin."
"You want me to masturbate while you watch?"
"You got it."
"Maybe but not now." Instead, Cindy leaned over and licked the cum from my chin and chest and then, much to my chagrin, she planted a deep tongue kiss on me, forcing my own sperm into my mouth.
"What the fuck, Cin?"
"Aw, what's the matter? You've kissed me after a blow job before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. But not like that."
"Lots has changed in the year you've been away, johnnie."
"So fill me in."
"I will, I promise. Not now though. Let's just enjoy each other tonight."
And that was that. We drank, smoked a little wacky weed, drank some more and fucked again before falling asleep.
The next day over lunch, Cindy had decided it was time for me to find out what changes had occurred while I was gone. "Did you have a guy named Herb in your company?"
"I don't remember a Herb," I said taking a bite of the Jersey Mike's # 13 sub. "Why do you ask?"
"Because his wife took a lover who got her dancing at the topless club."
"Wait a minute. Are you saying that one of the guys that was deployed with our battalion lost his wife to a Jody?"
"What's a Jody?"
"A backdoor lover. Jody is usually a civilian who hits on the wives of service men who are overseas."
"Hmm, that's a funny name for him. Linda told me his name was Melvin. That's his wife's name, Linda."
"He's gotta be hurting," I said. "I'd have hated to come home to that."
"It's not like that, johnnie. Herb knew Melvin before he left."
"That makes it worse. Melvin must be a real jerk."
"Not at all. I've met Melvin. He's nice."
"What? How? Shit Cin, did you fuck around while I was gone?"
Cindy was quiet, not wanting to tell me the truth.
"Come on. Tell me. Did you cheat on me?"
"Are you asking me if I fucked him?"
"Yes, God damn it. Did you cheat on me with him?"
She looked me right in the eyes, "No. I did not fuck Melvin, I didn't cheat."
To say I was relieved was an understatement. "Damn, baby. Why didn't you just come right out with it?"
"Because you didn't ask if I fucked him, you asked if I cheated on you."
"And you said no. Case closed. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings asking you that."
I could see that something was still bothering her. "What's wrong baby,?" I asked afraid that I hurt her badly.
She looked at me seemingly afraid to answer.
I left her to her inner dilemma and went to the living room. Turning on the TV I searched for a game, some sporting even that would take my mind off my hurting wife.
We spent a quiet rest of the day. Cindy wasn't talking and I was afraid to say something that would hurt her feelings again.
I went out to grab a take-out pizza for us. It was getting around 9. I was starving and it seemed Cin was in no mood to cook anything.
Cindy met me at the door. I was gob smacked by her outfit. She had changed into a black negligee; her panties were so sheer her pussy was visible.
She took the pizza and led me to the sofa. Placing the pizza box on the coffee table, she knelt at my feet. "johnnie, I have to tell you something."
I steeled myself for the "I cheated but I still love you" speech.
"You like that sexy picture I sent you, right?"
"You already know I do."
"Want to know who took that photo?"