Nice package, Allie thought as she signed her name, deliberately taking her time while mentally undressing the tall, attractive man in front of her.

“Where do you want me to put it?”

What a question! I’d be happy to take you to the hall closet and show you. Allie sighed, smiling awkwardly, and gestured to a corner with several other unopened boxes. Her daydreaming would have to wait for the time being.

“Right over there should be fine,” she told the UPS guy, watching him bend over to put the box of office supplies down. Got to love a man in uniform. He set down the box, bid Allie a good day, and left her to her thoughts, which lately, had been about nothing but sex. “One more week to go,” Allie said out loud to herself. “One more week.”

Allie Simons was a supervisor at a mid-sized PR firm. It wasn’t necessarily a job that she loved, but it paid well, wasn’t too stressful, and was fairly portable. That was a plus as Allie's husband, Mike, was an officer in the U.S. Air Force and they moved every four years or so. He had been deployed overseas for four months now.

Both being in their late 20’s, Allie and Mike were fairly new to military life, but had adapted quickly and made friends along the way in their travels. However, this was the first deployment that they had gone through together; Mike had been deployed once already before they were married and knew what to expect. Allie was understandably worried about Mike, but thought it would be fairly easy for her as she already had a full life to keep her busy. However, she hadn't thought about the lack of sex and how much she was going to miss both making love, and fucking, Mike. Like most couples, they did their fair share of both.

Allie reflected on this as she sat back down at her desk, sweeping her knee-length skirt under her. STOP STOP STOP! She shook her head to clear it and brushed her short brown hair out of her eyes. This has to stop. But it’s all I can think about. Even being NEAR a reasonably attractive man makes me horny. I can’t even help it! Oh my God, I’m turning into a guy. The thought that she was thinking like a man made Allie giggle a little.

“What’s so funny, hon? Thinking about Mike?” asked Sue, one of Allie’s employees. Sue was a plump, motherly woman in her 50’s who got along well with Allie, and was just returning from a late lunch.

“Something like that,” mumbled Allie, blushing slightly. “It’s only another week, so I want to make sure everything is all set for him when he gets back”. She had already gotten a Brazilian wax, so she could check that off of her “to do” list, but she wasn’t about to tell Sue that.

“Are you making him a special dinner? Going out to eat, seeing a movie? If you want, you can have my secret recipe for rack of lamb!” Sue offered.

“I think we’ll probably stay in,” replied Allie, “Mike’s said in his emails that he’s sick of dining hall food and that he missed my cooking. I might take you up on that lamb, though. I know it’s one of his favorites, and he hasn’t had it in a long time.”

There were plans to have a nice dinner, probably the night after Mike returned. But Allie knew that the lamb wouldn’t be the only rack he would be interested in. Tucking her legs under her, she settled into her chair and opened her Yahoo! email account. There weren’t any new ones, but she re-read the email she had gotten from the mobility department, detailing the time and day that Mike would be returning. She smiled to herself at the thought of him coming home, of her getting to hold him again, then fantasized briefly about what his reaction would be if she ripped off his flight suit and gave him head on the flight line. Allie loved Mike, and loved how intense their connection was; she knew Mike felt the same way.

Allie scrolled down her in-box. She and Mike often exchanged emails; at first just the everyday variety, but as time went on, they grew more and more explicit, often going into graphic detail about what they wanted to do to each other. Looking over to make sure Sue was otherwise occupied, Allie opened her favorite email from Mike, one he had sent just a few days ago, and re-read what she thought was the best part.

I can’t wait to get you on your back, to lick your hard nipples and rip those little panties off. I love licking up and down your slit, sticking my tongue into your wet pussy and sucking on your clit. It’s one of my favorite things to do to you, to suck on your clit and see how aroused you are; to see it get erect and watch you writhe on the bed when I start to finger you, to make you come hard, maybe even squirt on my hand. I love the noise my fingers make when they go in and out of you, and later, my hard cock. Oh, God, Allie, you’re always so wet and taste so good! If when I eat you out, you feel as good as I do when you give me head, it must be like heaven. Trust me, when I get home, I’m going to take my time.

Allie snapped herself out of her momentary reverie, logged out and closed her web browser. It was close enough to 4:30pm that no one would care if she left early. The office had been slow that day anyway, and it was Friday. “Sue, I’m going to take off. If anyone calls, they can reach me on my cell.”

“No problem! Have a good weekend!”

“Same to you!” Allie practically jogged to her blue VW Bug, not an easy feat in 4 inch pumps. The half hour ride home seemed to take forever, and it seemed that at every red light, there was an unusually hot guy in the lane next to her. Pure fucking torture, she thought, and turned the radio up loudly to keep her mind occupied. Once home, she tossed her work stuff inside of her home office. I think I’ll go to the gym; that will take my mind off of…well…oh, hell with it.

Frustrated, Allie grabbed her gym bag and headed out. It was still too early for the gym to be crowded, even though it was normally slower on Fridays. She usually went three or four days a week, but felt it was necessary today. Allie spent a good half hour on an elliptical machine, which, unfortunately for her, was right behind the treadmills that a group of four cute guys were using. Great, I can’t seem to escape it! They’re everywhere! Allie thought, rolling her eyes as she adjusted her iPod. At least staring at four nice asses makes the workout go faster. After the elliptical, she worked her core and admired her abs briefly in the mirror. Pretty good, if I do say so myself. Mike has no idea what is waiting for him when he gets home. After a few days, he’s probably going to want to run and hide from me! Raarrr! Allie’s silliness made her grin, and she headed home.

The following week seemed to alternately fly by and move at a snail's pace for Allie. The work days went quickly, mercifully taking up time that she could have been using to obsessively think about Mike. Unfortunately, her lack of busyness made her evenings and free time crawl by.

To release some of the tension, Allie found herself masturbating nightly, fantasizing about Mike’s homecoming. She couldn’t wait to suck his cock; before he left, she was working up the nerve to taste his cum, something she’d never done before, and now she’d have a chance try it. Mike’s shaft was also a perfect fit for her, and she loved it. He was just over average in length, and he had a nice thickness; when he pushed into her folds, Allie liked to enjoy that satisfying feeling of fullness before they resumed their animalistic encounters. Still, she woke up in the middle of the night several times that week, her pussy clenching in heart-stopping orgasms brought on by erotic dreams. During one, she swore she could feel Mike’s hardness penetrate her, and when he did, it triggered a massive orgasm, from which she cried out in her sleep in pleasure. Allie then awoke to find the bed unsatisfyingly empty. However, she didn’t have to wait much longer.

Finally, the day arrived. Mike and the others he deployed with were scheduled to arrive around lunch time, so Allie had taken the day off. It’ll be nice to have a long weekend, she thought, and from what he’s told me before, they’ll be on time. But, he’ll be in a briefing for a bit after, and then I’ll get to see him. I can’t wait!

Dressed simply in jeans and a long-sleeved tee, Allie put on a pair of Puma running shoes. She also made sure that her underwear was kept to a minimum. As she was fairly busty, she usually wore bras with a good bit of lining for support. Mike jokingly referred to them as her “armored” bras. However, today she wore a lacy bra with barely any lining; although it was mild, the weather was cool enough so her hardened nipples showed through her grey shirt. Allie also wore a small g-string, generally the kind one would wear for only a few minutes.

Allie left around 11 in the morning to get onto the base; it was a beautiful day, and she wanted to get there a little early to watch Mike’s plane touch down. She waited with a group of spouses, and she chatted with a few of them that she knew. Only some were teary, but all of them were excited; a few of them had children with them, and there were a couple of husbands whose wives were returning. The transport plane arrived as scheduled, and Allie and the group of spouses made their way to the squadron to await their loved ones.

The briefing Mike and the others went through was fortunately short, and after less than an hour the spouses could hear a commotion coming down the hall. Soon they could see their loved ones approaching. Allie could hear someone happily calling her name. “Allie! Allie Simons! Where are you?”

“I’m over here!” Allie shouted, waving, “I’m over here, Mike!” She was petite, and couldn’t see over too many of the people, but Mike had found her. She saw him wade through the sea of hugging people, and finally he was there. Allie threw her arms around his neck, and jumped, wrapping her legs around his middle. He fiercely hugged her back; he had longed for this moment as much as she had. Mike pulled back and they kissed passionately.

“Hello to you, too.” He looked pretty much the way he did when he had left, handsome, with closely cropped blond hair and an infectious smile. The flight suit just made him look hotter. He had changed a little, though. Allie noticed he was more tan, and he looked a little older. But, he still had the same sparkle in his eyes, the look he only gave to her.

“Let’s get you home, okay? Are you tired?” Allie said.

“Sounds good to me,” Mike replied, “And no, I had plenty of sleep on the way over here, I snoozed all the way from Germany to New York. How about a sandwich, though? I haven’t eaten for a few hours.”

“I think we can arrange that. There may even be other things around the house you may want to eat,” Allie said with a wink.

“We’ll see about that.” He grinned, “Don’t think I didn’t notice it’s a little chilly out today.” Mike stared pointedly at her chest, and Allie smiled slyly. They loaded up the Beetle, and went home, talking and catching up the whole way. Once in the garage, the car was emptied and they headed into the house.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Mike said, “I feel like shit”.

“No problem, I’ll have a sandwich ready for you when you come out”.

Mike headed toward their master bathroom, and Allie put together a turkey sandwich. A good hour had passed, and no Mike.

“He sure is taking his sweet time about that shower,” Allie mused, “I wonder what he’s doing.” She sat down at the table with a glass of water. A few minutes after that, her husband came in wearing only a towel. Allie had a strong urge to rip it off. “Took you long enough,” she laughed, “I thought you got lost.”

Mike chuckled. “No, but I’m all clean now for you, my sexy lady.” Sitting down at the kitchen table, he ate his sandwich in record time.

“Good?” Allie asked.

“Great,” Mike replied, looking content. “You’re still the best cook.”

“Well, I hope I do the best job at other things, too.”

Allie smiled lustily, and got up straddled Mike’s left leg, facing him. She ran her hands up and down his smooth skin, smelling his body wash and natural scent. He always smelled so good. Allie leaned in and their lips met, kissing slowly and sensually, lips parting just enough to let their eager tongues through. Mike moved his hands through Allie’s hair, and pulled her close for a deep kiss, moaning. His hands wandered down his wife’s front and his fingers trailed over her breasts, moving them over her taut nipples as he went. “Mmmm, what’s this?” Mike purred, and ran his hands down Allie’s sides, lifting her shirt up and exposing her lacy bra and rigid nipples. “Just for me?” he asked. Allie nodded, and moaned as her husband lightly rubbed his thumbs over her tits, pausing to pinch them gently through the thin material. Allie wiggled out of her shirt, leaving it in a puddle on the floor, and lowered the straps of her bra. Still kissing like horny teenagers, Mike slowly reached around and unhooked her bra, leaving her beautiful breasts exposed to him. He leaned into Allie, forcing her to arch backwards, and he rubbed and licked her nipples, which seemed to get harder by the second.

They continued to make out furiously, and occasionally Allie would lean in and nibble on Mike’s neck. Suddenly, she pushed herself back off of his leg, and knelt on the floor. Undoing the towel where he had tied it, Allie exposed his throbbing cock. “Oh! I see what took you so long in there!” Mike was completely bare, except for a patch of hair just above the shaft. Allie loved it when he shaved. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” Allie said enthusiastically, and licked his penis from base to tip, pausing to lick a drop of pre-cum off of his head. She then took the whole head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, feeling every ridge and vein. With one hand she moved up and down his shaft in unison with her mouth, and gently massaged his balls with the other.

Allie licked and sucked Mike’s cock, pausing to look up into his hazel eyes to see if he was enjoying himself. He clearly was; his head was thrown back, and he moaned in pleasure. A second later, he smiled down at her and took one hand and held her hair back out of her face. Allie continued to bring Mike close to orgasm. “Hon, I’m gonna come! Please stop!” But Allie quickened her pace and pulled away slightly when Mike began to ejaculate streams of cum, some landing on her breasts, and some that she licked off his shaft. She loved how he tasted. “Oh wow,” Mike said, his cock pulsing, “That was amazing. But I haven’t done anything for you yet.” He looked slightly guilty, and Allie smiled.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t plan on our afternoon ending early. Let me get cleaned up and changed into something more...comfortable. Meet me in the bedroom in a few minutes.” Allie winked as she went to the master bedroom, and shut the door. She went to their bathroom and cleaned up, then went to her dresser and found the lingerie that she’d been saving for that day. It was a matching, body hugging black mesh camisole that laced up the side, and g-string. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but that’s how she wanted it. Allie put a bottle of their favorite lube on the night stand, and called for Mike.

Mike slowly opened the door to the bedroom, not sure what to expect. He was still naked. He found his wife sitting on the bed, dressed in one of the sexiest little outfits he’d ever seen. “Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any better,” Mike grinned. Allie beckoned for him to come over to her, which he did. She sat on the bed, legs hanging over the sides, and her arms behind her supporting her as she leaned back slightly.

“Remember that email you sent me? The one about how you couldn’t wait to…how did you say it? ‘Get me on my back and rip my little panties off’?” Mike nodded, his cock twitching again, hardness eminent. “Well, now’s your chance.”

Mike leaned over his bride, and kissed her fervently. As he did, he wrapped an arm around her back to support her, and with the other hand brushed against her sensitive, mesh-covered nipples. That elicited a loud moan, just the reaction he was hoping for.

Allie leaned back on the bed and pushed herself down, bringing her round ass to the edge. Mike took the hint, and knelt down on the carpet so his upper half was even with her wet pussy. He gently pushed aside the thin fabric of her g-string, exposing her bare lips. He could see just a hint of moisture between them. Mike took his left hand, and parted her lips. From what he could see, she was pretty aroused already, but there was always room for more. He paused a moment.

“What did I say I was going to do? I don’t remember!” Mike teased.

“You said you couldn’t wait to lick my slit, and suck on my clit. You said it was your favorite thing to do.” Allie panted with anticipation.

“Did I say that? Really? Boy, you have a good memory.”

“I read that email every damn day, Mike. It got me so hot!” Allie squirmed a little, thrusting her pelvis toward Mike’s mouth.

“Well, I won’t keep you waiting any longer, then.”

He pulled off her g-string, and lowered his face to her pussy, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. He loved how she smelled, just pure arousal. He gently began to lick and probe with his tongue, exploring her folds. He savored her taste and penetrated her wet cunt with his tongue, taking time to lick all the way from her dripping hole to her clit, where he lavished attention. Mike sucked on her clit, making it grow and become harder. He hadn’t been lying when he said it was his favorite part; Mike loved giving head to his wife. Allie squirmed beneath him, whimpering. “Oh God, oh God, don’t stop, that feels soooo good!” He grinned, and continued to suck, this time taking his right hand and roughly shoving two fingers into her dripping hole, working them in and out of his wife at a sharp angle, massaging her swollen g-spot. Allie rapidly responded, screaming his name. He felt her muscles clamp down hard on his fingers, and he pulled them out quickly, prompting a small stream of liquid to squirt from her pussy, soaking the bed underneath her, as well as his chest. Mike let Allie ride out the rest of her orgasm, watching her quiver. She’d only had a couple of g-spot orgasms before with him, and had never squirted. He was thrilled; this was a fantasy they both shared.

As Allie stopped shaking, Mike stood over her and smiled. “Got anything left in you? Because I’m not done with you yet!”

His wife looked up at him, lust in her eyes. “Of course! And I see you’re back to attention,” she said, glancing at his thick, erect cock.

Applying some lube to his hand, Mike gently stroked himself, concentrating on getting lube on the sensitive head of his penis. Allie had moved farther back on the bed, still on her back with her legs parted. Positioning himself between her legs, he leaned over her, cock just touching her wet pussy. He took his shaft in his hands and teased her with his erection, gently rubbing the velvety smooth head over her clit, teasing her with it until Allie begged him to fuck her. After a moment, he began to push in, very slowly, until she couldn’t take it any more, thrusting completely into her wet cunt. Mike paused for a second, enjoying the sensation of being enveloped in her hot folds; Allie drinking in the feeling of being filled by his thickness. He leaned over and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his body, and Mike began to thrust slowly, in and out. Taking a free hand, he rubbed her hardened nipples through her mesh cami. As he rode her and with each thrust, his bride became louder and louder, enjoying the feelings of a building orgasm. “Oh yeah! Mike, keep going! I’m gonna come! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Allie yelled as her pussy contracted in a huge orgasm, clenching around his cock.

Mike pulled out of her wetness; he craved another release. “I’m not done with you yet! Turn over!”

Allie obeyed, getting on her hands and knees. Mike penetrated her roughly from behind, vigorously plunging in and out of her; her cunt was so tight, and he was so close to orgasm. Soon she was screaming again; this time Mike pulled out of her and her pussy exploded in a violent orgasm as she squirted a second time. The liquid dripped down her legs, soaking the bed underneath her. Mike jacked his cock a few times, and ejaculated onto her back and ass, letting go of what seemed like buckets of cum. Allie collapsed into the wetness.

Mike lay down facing her on the bed, and after they had both caught their breath, he reached over and stroked her hair. “Wow. I’m a lucky guy. I take it you were as horny as I was?”

Allie smiled. “Four months is a long freakin’ time.”

“Yes, it is. But, if I have this to look forward to every time I come back, I think we can manage it.”

Allie smiled and kissed her husband. “Just doing what I can to support our troops.”

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Good Story - A kind of wishful preview?

MJ

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jogged to her blue VW Bug, not an easy feat in 4 inch pumps.

damn...i love those HIGH heeled shoes!!

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Originally posted by mjbarbag:
A kind of wishful preview?

Most definitely! Some is fact (or wishful fact) and some is fiction

Very nice, Sweetie.

This was well worth the wait, very good detail and teasing in leading up to the sex, you had us drooling to see what would happen.

This is part of our lives too. We're not looking forward to the separation. It's a big reason why we make the most of the time we're together.

"Wait on me girl, cry in the night if if helps, 'cause more than ever. I simply love you, more than I love life itself.

"And I guess that's why they call it the blues. Time on my hands could me time spent with you. Laughing like children, living like lovers, rolling like thunder, under the covers, and I guess that's why they call it the blues."