Shared By The Soldiers

by Summers, A. B.

  But now Amy glances at the computer and I look into her baby brown eyes again, those eyes that are gleaming with a new kind of fire, a new kind of energy, a new kind of . . .

  . . . and then it hits me as I stare into her eyes. This, all of this, what I’m feeling right now, the conflict, the rage, the insecurity, the fear . . . this is all part of it, part of the game, part of this world that Amy and I have stepped into. I look down at my throbbing cock again, feeling a new respect for the intelligence of my own body, which is clearly taking all those emotions and translating them into a new sort of arousal, something primal and intense, beyond the reach of simple logic and pitiful reason.

  This is what the experienced couples feed off, I realize. The exhilarating sensation of turning these strong, perhaps negative emotions into pure sexual energy, absolute fuel for their individual and shared arousal. This game of control, fear, insecurity . . . this is why the husbands and their hotwives go further and further each time, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. Because when you take this to a point which would destroy any ordinary marriage . . . yes, when you take it to that point and then survive, you know you are in a marriage that can survive anything, that is strong as anything, unbreakable, fucking UNBREAKABLE!

  Is this what’s happening, I wonder as I stare at Amy’s face, that strange expression. Is this what’s happening? I think so. I think so. I think so.

  I know so.

  Which means Amy isn’t defying me. She isn’t challenging my control, my authority. It’s almost the opposite, isn’t it? She’s signaling to me that she is mine to give away, mine to offer to these men, mine to command and control. That’s what that look was. She’s saying, “You are my husband, and today I am giving you power over me, giving you the power to define what these men can and cannot do to me, to my body. I am your slut, your whore, your property in this game we’re playing—at least at this stage of the game. The control always stays with us, with you and me. But sometimes it goes back and forth between you and me, and right now I’m handing it all to you. So will you let these soldiers fuck your wife in her virgin ass while you watch, your dick all hard, your balls all tight? Will you, my husband? Will you?”

  Now I back away from the microphone, look down at my cock one last time, and then let out a deep sigh before leaning forward again.

  “Listen up, Marine,” I say in a low voice that hides my rising excitement. “Make sure you use the lube that’s over on the table behind you.”

  31

  AMY

  Jason pushes his thumb into me just as I hear Chris on the computer, and my body jerks from the physical sensation combined with the realization that my husband has just given this Marine the go-ahead, the green light, full rear access to me, to his WIFE! Oh, my lord. Oh, my LORD!

  I am shivering now as I feel Jason push his thick thumb in all the way. It feels tight, but I tell myself to relax, and just like that I feel my asshole opening up. Jason grunts from behind me as he works his index finger in there along with the thumb, and in a moment he is licking me again, pushing that thumb and that finger in, alternating the motion, gently going deeper.

  Now suddenly he stops, and I turn quickly, feeling strangely hollow, empty, a sensation of yearning flowing through me from my spread-out ass up to my hanging boobs and fluttering eyelids.

  Jason has turned to the table behind us, and he has grabbed the lubricant that we’ve barely needed to use thus far. I look at Chris again, smile wide, shake my head in a moment of happy disbelief that’s probably tinged with some nervousness about what’s going to happen. Parker is standing close to us now as well, looking down at my spread-out ass as Jason comes back, his hands dripping with the sweet-smelling lotion.

  I feel like I am at a doctor’s office being studied or something, the way these three men, my husband included, are staring down as Jason starts to spread the lube all over my asscheeks, quickly getting to my pucker, now gently sliding his slicked-up fingers inside, all the way inside, deep inside, so GODDAMN deep.

  I am moaning and heaving by the time he is done, and I glance back down between my legs and gasp when I see Jason’s cock all erect and lubed up as he rubs it to full-mast.

  “We’ll go slow, Ma’am,” Jason whispers, his voice sounding strained from his arousal.

  I nod as I take a deep breath. The room is quiet, the only sounds coming through being the heavy breathing of us four animals enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. My mouth opens now, almost involuntarily, as I feel the heavy tip of Jason’s cock against my rim. He swirls it around, all the while gently increasing the forward pressure, gently pushing himself into me as I relax and allow my sphincter to open up, open up wide, wider . . . oh, yes . . . oh, yes . . . oh, HOLY FUCK!

  And I cry out now as I feel my asshole relax completely, giving Jason’s cock smooth passage into my dark rear depths. He is halfway inside already, his shaft feeling so goddamn TIGHT against the walls of my anus. But the lube has smoothed the passage very well, and there is no friction, no unpleasantness, certainly no pain.

  “Oh, man,” Parker says from above. “Oh, fucking hell!”

  Jason is breathing like a goddamn racehorse even though he is keeping very still. On the computer screen I can see my Chris with a wild look in his eye, his hand firmly on his throbbing cock, his attention focused on Jason’s cock and my spread-out asscheeks.

  Jason is inside me now, all the way, all the goddamn way, and I whimper and close my eyes tight as I slowly move my ass. A deep moan comes out of me as I feel the pressure so far inside me, and I stop moving for a moment, hold my breath, and then nod my head vigorously.

  “Okay,” I mumble. “You can try it now. Go ahead. Slowly.”

  Jason gently rubs my hips and buttocks before gripping my petite love-handles firmly, and he groans as he starts to carefully pump his hips. His hardness feels like it is expanding inside me, but there is no pain and I like it, oh, FUCK I like it.

  He is gentle but firm, and soon, before I realize it, he is thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock gliding smoothly all along the hidden depths of my asshole, filling me in a way that’s indescribable.

  Jason is grunting and muttering as he fucks me, and to my left I can hear Parker as well. Parker is breathing heavily, and from the sound of it he is jerking himself off as he watches. I open my eyes for a moment to confirm this, and I smile as I see Parker all hunched over, fully erect again, staring down at me from above as Jason starts to go harder and harder.

  For a moment I consider asking Parker to come around so I can suck him, but he is so focused on my rear end that I know he is literally waiting his turn. He wants a piece of this ass too, and you know what, why not? Why the hell not?

  I let a stream of emotions wash over me as my arousal works its way into every corner of my body. I wonder if I am a harlot, a slut, a whore. I wonder if I am a sex toy, a piece of meat, an item of property. I know I am none of these things but the thoughts flow through me and I see them and let them go, let them contribute to this burning heat that’s flowing through me as I crouch here on my knees as these soldiers share my body, every part of my body, every corner, every crevasse, every hole, using me like I am using them.

  Yes, using me like I am using them, I think. And I smile and cry out in ecstasy as I squat here, in my own living room, spread like a whore, being shared by the soldiers.

  32

  CHRIS

  “Learn to share, Soldier,” I say into the microphone now as I stroke my cock.

  I am feeling almost slap-happy, delirious with excitement, overcome with joy and a strange lightness in my chest. Somehow I know that Amy and I have made it through, made it past some kind of barrier, broken through some sort of wall. We are on the other side of something, and I can almost smell the adventure, the pleasure, the ecstasy that lies ahead of us as we go down this road.

  But right now, as this first time wind
s down, I’m going to have some fun. Amy’s made me the director of this segment of her show, and I’m going to fucking call the shots!

  So I lean into the microphone again and bark out an order at Jason. “Marine, you will withdraw right now and allow Private First Class Parker to enter. You will share, Marine. You will share my wife.”

  Jason’s face is contorted with ecstasy as he fucks my wife, and for a moment I swear I see a flash of anger on his face as he glances at the camera. But he is a Marine and he knows the rules of this game we’re playing, and so he groans and shakes his head and slowly pulls out of my wife, my Amy.

  I stare as his long, glistening cock slides out of my Amy’s asshole, and I smile as I watch Parker’s face light up with joy. He is lubing himself up desperately with one hand, the other hand already squeezing my wife’s buttocks, slapping her asscheeks now, slapping again as they turn bright red.

  Amy is moaning and shivering, her eyes closed tight, her mouth hanging open in a way that makes her look so fucking hot right now. She is such a goddamn queen, a goddess of a woman, and I look at her pretty face as she mutters something under her breath.

  Parker has been jerking himself off like a demon, and he does not hesitate long. He gathers a bit more lube on his fingers and pushes them into Amy, just to make sure she is still all slick inside. But after that he pushes his bulging cock in quite deliberately, and Amy’s eyes flash open wide for a moment as she screams and looks down between her legs.

  “Oh, FUCK!” she howls, and I lean forward in alarm, wondering if she is in pain.

  But she smiles now as sweat gathers on her forehead, drips down her cute little nose, the sides of her face. She shakes her head and then nods vigorously, as if to say it’s okay, she’s okay, she’s good, she likes it.

  “Just surprised,” she gasps out as Parker gently kneads her round asscheeks, his hips pressed tight against my wife’s ass as the last inch of his cock slides into her. “It’s very big. It’s very tight.”

  Parker grunts now, and I can see Jason smile and shake his head as he pretends to be insulted. I am smiling too, now that I know Amy is okay, that she’s having the time of her life just like I am, just like all of us are.

  “Hell, yes, it’s tight, Ma’am,” Parker says. “It’s tight because you’re perfect. A perfect fit.”

  I laugh out loud now when I see Amy smile coyly at the clumsy compliment. Jason is still smiling, one hand pulling at his own cock which is dripping with lube and pre-cum. Parker smiles too now, his hands all over the wide expanse of my wife’s gleaming white rump. It is such a strange moment that I laugh again and shake my head.

  But now Amy’s smile fades as Parker begins to thrust, and her eyelids start to flutter again, her lips start to tremble, her boobs begin to sway. Parker has reached down under her and is rubbing her clit from below, I can tell, and it is driving my Amy wild.

  Jason is jerking himself off with intensity now as he watches, and I am getting close too. My cock is raw and worn, but it is harder than ever and I can feel one last monster orgasm building in my heavy balls that are slapping against this wooden chair as I wrench and yank at my erection.

  Yes, one last monster orgasm, I think as I watch the scene on my computer, scan the faces of the two soldiers sharing my wife, my wife who is starting to whimper louder and louder as Parker pounds her while fingering her cunt from beneath.

  And wouldn’t it be great if we all came together, I decide as I look down from my perch. The two of them coming inside my wife at the same time, bringing her to orgasm as I blow my final load all over this laptop keyboard . . .

  So I lean forward to the microphone once more, and in a quick whisper I say, “Jason, wash your cock off and then circle round front.”

  Jason stares at the camera, and then looks at my wife’s face.

  “No,” I say. “Clean yourself off, then straighten her up and fuck her from the front. I want to see both of you inside her. I want both of you to come inside her.”

  Amy’s eyes go wide when she hears me, but it is just happiness and not surprise. By this point it should have been clear where this was headed, and now we’re there.

  Yes, I think as Jason walks off to the bathroom and emerges a couple of minutes later with a shiny clean cock that’s sticking straight out like a spear. He circles around the armchair, where Parker is pushing his cock in and out of my wife in a devastating rhythm, and just stands there for a moment, waiting for Parker to pull out so they can straighten up my wife and give Jason access to her cunt.

  Yes, we’re there now, I realize as I watch Parker grunt, withdraw from my wife, and help her go up on her knees, pulling her gently by her tits as Jason slaps at his cock and clambers onto the large armchair in front of her.

  Oh, yes, we’re fucking there.

  33

  AMY

  Jason is inside me before I know it, his long, thick cock sliding easily into my dripping pussy as Parker pinches my nipples and holds me steady. I can feel Parker’s hard-on against my asscrack, and I groan loudly as I realize that I’m about to get filled from both ends, by two monster cocks, two magnificent Marines, two shining soldiers.

  “You all right, Ma’am?” Parker whispers, his face close to my ear. Jason is pressed up close to my body too, and I feel incredibly secure in between these ridiculously hard military bodies.

  “Uh-huh,” I gurgle, my mouth opening as Jason leans in and starts to kiss me even as he drives his cock straight up inside my cunt. He is so goddamn hard that I don’t think we’ve got much time. Stamina or not, by the way he was fucking me from behind and the way he is licking my face, fucking my mouth with his tongue, it is clear he isn’t holding back.

  So finish it, I think as I gasp for air and feel Parker’s breath against the back of my neck. I know he is bending down to look for my opening, and now I feel his familiar cock search for my tight pucker once more, one last time.

  He enters me from behind, and I am ready for him. My asshole opens up like a well-greased porthole, and Parker mutters, “Oh, fuck,” in my ear before apologizing for cussing.

  I smile now, my eyes closed, and for one long moment I concentrate on the feeling of these two cocks all the way inside me. I can feel these men’s hardness inside me, their breath on my skin, their hands on my flesh. My boobs are being pinched and pulled. My hips are being clawed and scratched. My ass is being pounded just like my pussy is being stretched and filled.

  My muscles are tensing up and going limp in quick succession, and it is a dazzling sensation to be sandwiched between these two hard Marines, my body completely at their mercy yet completely secure. They are grunting and muttering, thrusting and pumping, swirling and curling. My entire body feels like an erogenous zone even though I am acutely aware of these two cocks reaching deep inside from each end, Jason flexing inside my cunt, Parker thrusting in and out of my asshole. I am letting out a steady wail now as I close my eyes again and think back to that fantasy of mine from Valentine’s Day, that fantasy of being taken by two soldiers, from top and bottom, front and back, above and below.

  I’ve done all that and more, I realize as I hear myself scream while Parker and Jason ramp up into a breakneck rhythm that’s pounding me into a sweaty, sticky hot mess. All that and more. All that and more, more, more, MORE!

  And with that I come with a gut-wrenching HOWL, my head whipping back and SMASHING Parker in the nose as I thrash and flail between the two of them.

  Parker fucking ROARS now in pain and surprise, but somehow he holds on, grabbing my tits harder, ramming his cock deeper, and now HE comes, EXPLODING inside my asshole like a geyser, and I scream again, flail once more, gasp for air, claw for leverage.

  Jason’s face is buried in my neck, and he is using all his strength to generate a mindblowing upward thrusting action that makes me feel the tip of his cock way up inside my cunt, and now with a goddamn SHOUT he blast
s his heat inside me, flooding me with his semen even as Parker continues to unload inside my virgin ass.

  We are all shouting now, screaming, moving together, coming together, and I don’t know how long it lasts. Somehow in my thrashing I glance at the camera and I see that Chris is standing so close to his camera that all I can see is the massive red helmet of his cock.

  And as I watch, Chris EXPLODES on screen, right into the goddamn camera, and I just scream for no reason when I see it, scream because I have lost all concept of what the FUCK is going on here, scream because there’s nothing to do but scream.

  34

  CHRIS

  I stagger back from the table now, my cock twitching in my hand. My arm muscles are burning with the effort, and I can feel drool pouring out of my mouth. I stumble against the chair and somehow manage to sit down without falling, and when I look back at the screen, I realize I have blasted my load all over my fucking laptop and webcam.

  And now I just let go of my cock and start to laugh. There are tears streaming down my face, and I cannot tell if I am laughing or crying, shouting or whispering, alive or dead. Everything seems so goddamn surreal, so fucking insane, so freaking ridiculous that I just cover my face and let my body convulse its way to the end of my climax, which is somehow still going, my dick throbbing and flexing on its own as I shiver and groan like a child.

  Finally I stare at the computer screen again, and smile when I see the mass of intermingled arms and legs, boobs and cocks, tits and torsos all together on that armchair in front of the camera. They are all quiet and breathing, laughing a little, cursing in astonishment now. Amy’s face is bright red as she struggles to push her head up and look at me, and I smile and wave when I see those baby brown eyes, that sweet face, that cute nose.