Enjoy.
My Tough-As-Nails Marine
Wife
“Battalion...
Dismissed!”
With
those words from the Colonel on stage, the weight of my one-year
overseas deployment lifted from my shoulders. One year of fucking
sand getting everywhere, one year of baking heat and crushing boredom
punctuated by bouts of intense terror, but most importantly, one year
without her.
I had
spotted my wife the moment we had marched off the cargo plane. She
wasn't big, barely five-foot-two, but on the wind-blown tarmac, every
breeze made her almost-too-short canary yellow sundress do the most
attention-catching things. Even now, as she sat in the front row of
folding chairs that made up the patiently waiting crowd, she would
cross her bare, tanned legs every few minutes during the Colonel's
speech, driving me and all the men on this side of the formation
fucking crazy.
A few
of the other wives saw what Nancy was doing, but let it slide; I guess they figured their men deserved a few peeks up her skirt too, after this
long of being deployed.
A roar of cheers met the Colonel's final words,
the MP's lowered the velvet rope, and then the crowd was rushing at
us.
I met
Nancy halfway and she leapt into my arms, giving me the kiss I had
been waiting a year for. Ahhh, the scent of a woman. The feel of
her nude ass cupped in my palms again wasn't so bad either. Nancy
wrapped her legs around my waist, putting all of her weight on me. I didn't mind; I had carried rucksacks heavier than her.
She
giggled as her crotch settled against mine, and her panties pressed
against a rock-hard erection under my fatigues.
“Oh,
you saw my little show, did you?” she said, grinding her hips
against mine.
“I
couldn't miss it.” I kissed her again and her hips didn't stop,
still grinding against me in a rhythm she had perfected long ago...
“Oh fuck Nancy! Stop or I'm gonna-”
“Not
here you're not,” she giggled, jumping off my cock just in
time. A year apart hadn't dulled those instincts, apparently.
I set her down reluctantly. “I've got plans for tonight! Pick up
that ruck, Marine!” she said, stamping her heel and pointing at the
bag beside her.
Some of
the men around me chuckled, at their Assistant Section Leader being
given orders by this tiny housewife.
“Yes
ma'am,” I laughed, leaning forward to grab my duffle next to her
feet.
She was
wearing high wedge sandals, which did fucking awesome things to her
smooth, high arches. I hadn't seen a woman wearing wedge sandals in
forever. They were so civilian, so impractical, so damn... feminine,
that I almost dropped to my knees and kissed them right there.
Nancy
noticed me staring, and stuck out a foot for me, posing her toes.
“I
got my nails done yesterday, just for you, babe,” she giggled.
“You like the color?”
I
registered the shade of her toenails for the first time, and my
stomach knotted up.
“Purple?”
I gulped.
“Purple,”
she confirmed, wiggling her cute toes for me with a grin. “You
know what that means.”
I did.
Oh fuck, I did.
She
practically dragged me to the parking lot, pulling on my hard bicep
with two small, soft hands, and I tossed my ruck into the back of her
Jeep. Nancy drove an open-topped Wrangler, canary yellow just like
her dress. With no doors and the canvas top rolled down, what the
wind did to her little dress at highway speeds was criminal.
“Damn
it, Nancy, you're killing me!” I cried, not able to stop watching
her toned legs working the pedals. The wind kept her hem up more
than it kept it down, but only flashed me glimpses of heaven.
Cotton
panties. I hadn't seen those in a year either...
She smiled at me, the wind whipping her curly brown hair around like
a movie scene and her dress giving me a better show than any
burlesque dancer.
“Did
you miss me?” she giggled.
“Oh
god, yes.”
She pulled her hem higher so her skirt was almost a belt. “Did you
miss these soft, silky legs?”
“Fuck,
Nancy, you don't even know how!” I reached for her thighs and she
slapped my hand away, playfully.
“Did you miss my little feet?”
My throat tightened. “Yes.”
She giggled, then grinned at me with mischief shining in her eyes.
“And
did you miss my cute little purple-painted toenails?”
“No!”
I cried, and she just laughed.
“Too
bad!”
And then she hit the gas.
On the
highway a low Camero convertible moved to pass us, driven by two
cherry Corporals who had never seen a grain of sand in their lives.
They hooted and whistled as they pulled even with Nancy, because they
were getting to see for free what I had spent a year living in a hut
for.
Two
weeks ago I would have put a .50 cal into their engine block, but
when they matched our speed, obviously angling for a better look,
Nancy just laughed and waved back, then let go of the hem she had
been sort of holding down.
The two
cherry Corporals cheered as my wife's dress whipped up around her
stomach, letting them see her heels, feet, legs, and tiny panties
in all their wonderful glory. After fifteen seconds of them losing
their minds, Nancy blew them a kiss and pulled off onto our exit,
smoothing her hem back down over her thighs as the car slowed.
“Gotta
support the troops,” she giggled to me.
“Nancy-”
I started to growl, but her free hand found the steel-hard erection
under my pants and gripped it, hard.
“Shut
it, Marine. This tells me exactly how you felt about that little show,”
she said, squeezing my cock in rhythm.
In the
democracy of our household, Nancy and my cock out voted me on most of
the big issues.
I
swallowed, and she kept her hand squeezing my dick as we drove at
lower speeds through the off-base housing.
“Oh,
that pizza place you liked closed a few months back,” she said,
pointing with her chin at a now empty storefront we passed. “And
they put a new Market Basket in that strip mall next to the bowling
alley, but then took it out after just four months! Crazy, huh?”
“Yeah,”
I gulped, as her tiny hand kept stroking my cock through my fatigues,
from root to tip, tip to root. She even remembered to twist at the
top. I felt my balls tightening and I started to sweat as we turned
onto our street, slowing to a speed where the neighbors could
actually see what she was doing on top of my pants. “Nancy...”
“Did
you keep from masturbating for the last two weeks, like I told you
to?”
“Nancy!”
I hissed, as we passed a woman walking her dog on the sidewalk. It
was entirely possible the woman had heard.
“Tell
me, or I'll drive even slower.”
“Yes,”
I admitted, blushing a little even through my desert tan.
“Awww,
that must have been tough,” she giggled, still stroking me as she
drove. “But I'll make it up to you tonight. Oh, wave to Mrs.
Gruber!” she said, giving my cock a hard squeeze as we approached a
fortyish woman whose husband was a Captain of the refueling company.
“No!”
“Hi
Mrs. Gruber!” she yelled, honking the horn so the woman had to
look. “Look! Mike's back from deployment! Wave Mike!”
My face
burning red, I did, just so Nancy wouldn't come to a complete stop,
and Mrs. Gruber laughed as we drove by, my wife's hand clearly
holding my hard cock.
“Nancy!”
I hissed afterwards.
“Relax,”
she laughed, finally letting go as we pulled into our garage. “Mrs.
Gruber asked after you every month you were gone. She'd think it
strange if you didn't have a huge hard-on for your wife the
first time you saw her.” She hit the button to close the garage
door and giggled at me. “Now, inside, Marine! We've got a lot of
catching up to do!”
She ran
inside, and I chased her. If I could get her wet enough, she wouldn't
have to use those damned toenails...
I caught Nancy in the living
room, pulling her to me, practically lifting her off the ground as I
kissed her, running my hands under her dress again.
If I
just got her horny enough...
“Now
hold on, sailor!” she giggled, pushing me away with one small hand.
My cock ached, but I did let her go. “Notice anything?”
I
looked around for about a tenth of a millisecond. “No-”
She
laughed, pushing with her hand, then pointed at the walls. “I
painted!” In the living room, my beautiful, manly dark orange
walls in living room had been replaced with bright, light pink.
“Like it?”
I
fucking hated it. “Yes.”
“Good
answer!” she giggled. “Oh, I also got the washing machine
fixed.”
“What?”
I said. “I've been chasing that fucking base repairman for five
months to come look at it before I left! I even threatened him with
a Section 5! How did you do it?”
“I
just saw him on the sidewalk and ran outside to ask him nicely.”
She giggled. “I might have only been wearing a towel at the time.”
My dick
throbbed again, and I tried to reach her again, and she slipped just
out of my reach. Again. She stood just outside of my grasp, playing
coy like a girl at the door of her house after a first date.
There
was a silence hanging in the room, and Nancy broke it.
“So...
do you want to eat dinner first, or... get right to it?”
I
wanted to fuck her more than anything on Earth. I wanted to spend a
year of lust in one glorious night, to bend her lithe body in ways
the Kama Sutra hadn't even thought of, before I exploded deep into
her, emptying my aching balls into every hole she had. But purple
toenails meant that she had different plans.
“Nancy...
couldn't we... just do something else tonight?” I hoped.
“I
have needs too, Marine! And you've been gone a long time.”
If
those were the choices, I wanted to eat the longest dinner ever. But
my cock was bursting to get out. He decided for us again.
“Let's
get to it,” I said, starting to unbutton my shirt as I walked to
the bedroom.
“Yay!”
she cried, skipping ahead of me, her short skirt flaring like the hot
little college cheerleader outfit I had first laid eyes on her in.
She still wore that outfit for me sometimes, if I went through a
whole week of purple toenails to earn it.
She
kissed me passionately in the bedroom, unbuckling my pants as I
kicked off my boots, and with her help it was a very short trip to
buck nudity for me.
“Ohhh,
very nice,” she purred, running her French manicured fingernails
over my six pack abs.
French
tipped nails, another thing I had missed...
“God,
Mike, you're so ripped,” she said, continuing her circuit of me.
Her hand bounced off my ass. “Hard as a rock! I should send you
to deployment more often!”
My cock
was also hard as a rock, bouncing in front of me, aching. She hadn't
touched it skin-to-skin yet, but just seeing her pad around me,
barefooted, like a tiny amazon huntress eying her prey, had me
dripping.
“I
lost fifteen pounds the first month,” I gasped, dying not to throw
her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. “All we had to eat were
field rations. And it was 110 in the shade.”
“Ohhh,
that does sound tough,” she giggled, then squeezed my ass.
“I started taking Pilates at the gym last month. I think I've lost two pounds
already!”
She
finished her circuit to stand a yard in front of me, a tiny, perfect
specimen of the female form, anticipation shining in her eyes.
Barefoot on the carpet, her head barely came up to my chin.
“I
love you Mike. I love you so much it hurts.”
I
swallowed. “I love you too, Nancy.”
And
then her cute, feminine, size-two foot kicked me in the balls.
“OH
FUCK!” I cried, doubling over. I didn't fall to the floor, but it
was close. “God Nancy,” I spat, hands on my knees. “That
was... too hard!”
“You're
kidding,” she giggled, helping me stand up. “That was barely
anything.”
I took
some deep breaths, the feeling like I was going to puke slowly
fading. I shook my head.
“No,
that was too hard!”
In
response, she kicked me again, her purple-painted toenails making
solid contact with the underside of my balls.
“FUCK!”
This
time I did fall to my knees, holding my nuts in pain.
Before
me on the carpet, all I could see was my wife's small feet,
right in my face.
“Oh
stop being such a baby!” she laughed, when I didn't get up right
away. “You used to take ten kicks that hard before you left! As a
warm-up! You're just out of practice.”
I shook
my head, breathing deep. My drill instructor had once run us so hard
that we had puked.
This felt worse.
“No!
Nancy... it's... it's too hard!”
“Oh
my goodness, when did you become such a wimp?” She tried to pull
me to my feet, and I let her. She touched my cheek. “Come on, be
brave for me.” Nancy kissed me, having to stand tiptoe on her
purple toes to do so. “It'll get better, I promise.”
I
exhaled. “Okay.”
She
french kissed me again, and the moment her tongue left my mouth, her
knee rocketed up into my crotch.
I
collapsed onto the ground, and this time I didn't let her pull me up.
“Oh,
Mike, stop being a drama queen!” She tried to pull me up alone,
but I outweighed her by two and a half times; it was like a
motorcycle trying to pull an SUV up a cliff. “On your feet,
Marine!”
I lay
on the carpet, trying not to throw up.
“Okay,
fine!” she sighed. “Do you want to take a break? Even though we
just got started?”
“Yes,”
I gasped. “Please!”
Nancy
sighed and went to her knees too, setting me on my butt and pushing
my back against the side of the bed. As I held my soft cock and
throbbing balls, she stretched my legs out to form a V on the carpet.
She sat in the middle of the V, her legs pointed towards my crotch.
“You've
been away doing tough Marine things for a whole year, and these
little feet broke you with just two little kicks?” she giggled,
poking my hard six pack with her toes, as I blushed. When I didn't
answer, she barked, “Earn your break, Marine! Kiss the feet that
beat you, or it's kicking time again!”
That
was an easy deal to take.
I
raised her ankle to my mouth and planted kisses on the balls of her
foot, the soles, even her heel. Her skin was so soft, so feminine.
That, and the view I got down her legs and up her skirt had my half-hard cock starting to fill again.
“I
used moisturizer on my feet every day while you were gone. To keep
them soft and sexy for you,” she giggled, turning her ankle so I
could kiss all sides of her. “Did it work, my little foot
connoisseur?”
I
nodded, blushing as she lowered one foot and presented the un-kissed
one to my face. I started kissing that one without prompting. She
laughed.
“How many other men from your battalion are kissing their
wives' feet right now, do you think?”
“None,” I grunted, blushing even more.
“I
think about half. You big, strong, alpha Marines are always such
sub-puppies in the bedroom,” she giggled. Nancy lowered her foot
from my face to place both around my cock, rubbing and stroking my
hardening dick between her soft insole and her purple-painted toes.
I gasped as she had me racing me toward rock hardness with her casual
foot-job. “See?” she laughed.
Oh
fuck- when had her toes gotten so skilled?
I
moaned, enjoying the feelings, but when I started to leak from
my tip, Nancy used the toes of one foot to hold my hard cock upright,
then rubbed my slickness onto the sole of the other, before bringing
that up to my lips, giggling at the face I made.
“Lick,
Marine. Or your break's over!”
During the year away, our supply lines had been cut once and we had cooked some insects to eat. I still hesitated.
“Oh
my god, it's just pre-cum! Jeez!” she laughed, mashing her foot
into my lips so I had to taste it. “You ARE out of practice!
Twelve months ago you used to lick big loads of your hot, white, REAL
cum off of my feet with a smile on your face!”
“No I
didn't!” I said, finally cleaning the last of my pre-cum from her
foot with my tongue. In response, she simply raised her other foot
to my mouth, with twice the slickness on it as the one I had just
cleaned.
“Well,
maybe not with a smile,” she giggled, as I made a face and
started liking my own tangy juices off her sole again. “But you
wouldn't be such a bitch about it. Twelve months away and my
rough tough Marine turns into a little boy! Let's get you a real
welcome home meal.”
She
used both feet on me then, stroking me between her soft soles to the
edge multiple times, and when she raised her foot to my mouth again,
her toes were dripping.
“Now
lick. Or it's kicking time again!” Nancy giggled as I did, with
obvious discomfort. “Like I said. Little sub-puppies, all of
you.” Then she looked down at my aching, needy cock and smiled.
“Looks
like someone's ready to get his nuts busted again.”
“Nancy,
no! No more tonight,” I begged, covering myself. “Especially
with these blue balls!”
“Blue
balls are the most fun to bust,” she laughed, leaning back
on her hands as she used her legs and toes to playfully move my hands
away. “Blue balls are always so big and sensitive,” she said,
rolling my full nuts around between her cute toes, “they're
practically asking for it!” She saw the look on my face and
asked, “Awww, is it really that bad?”
“Yeah,
it's bad! I'm not used to it! Please, no more kicks!”
She
looked at me, trying to decide something.
“No
more full kicks,” she agreed. “How about rabbit kicks?
Just little quick ones? They're not so bad, right?”
“Nance,
I don't know...”
“Just
little rabbit kicks,” she giggled, demonstrating in the air for me.
She laid on her back and kicked just from her knees to her feet,
like a quick, fluttery, doggy paddle. “Just a few rabbit kicks and
then I'll suck on you to make it better, okay?”
From this angle I could see up her skirt to between her asscheeks. Her tiny panties didn't cover her cute brown hole from winking at me. She usually let me stick it in there, once the purple toenail phase had passed.
I took
some deep breaths, then nodded.
“Okay.”
She
jumped forward to give me a hot kiss, pulling on my lower lip in that
sexy way she did.
“Oh,
baby, I love you so much! Thank you for being my big tough guy!”
She giggled into my ear. “You know you're getting me so wet right
now, right?”
I
nodded again. I did know that, very well.
She
leaned back on the carpet again, her skirt flipped up and her feet in
the air, poised to kick. She looked better than any centerfold I had
ever jacked off to.
“Ready?”
“Hold
on a se-”
She
started kicking me before I was ready. She loved doing that. Her
toes batted against my balls in rapid succession like she was trying
to play a drum solo on them.
“Ahhhh--fuuuucc-
NANCY!” I cried, curling into a ball on the floor, her later rabbit
kicks landing harmlessly on the outside of my leg. They didn't feel
so hard when she kicked there.
“Oh
my god you're being such a BABY!” She stood up and stamped her
foot. “Didn't they teach you how to stay STILL over there?!”
When a
sniper had ambushed our patrol, I once had to lay behind a small boulder
for five hours in the hot sun without moving, or risk having my head
shot off.
“Sort
of?”
“Well
I can fix that. I have tools for this now,” she said, stomping off
behind the bed. I heard the sound of ropes, then pulleys, and then
she was putting something around my wrist. She yanked a smaller rope
and the large one around my wrist pulled back with incredible force.
“Ahhh!
Nancy!” I cried, pulling against the unyielding cuff. “How the
hell did you do this?”
“I
had the cute Ensign who lives down the street rig it for me,” she
giggled, tying up my other arm the same way. “You know, the studly
one who's always washing his car with his shirt off? He says it's
super secure. You know Navy guys, they're all good with knots and
stuff.”
She
brought out two more cuffs, but instead of putting them on my ankles,
she put them on my knees. With two more pulls, I was trapped.
I was
still sitting with my butt on the carpet, but arms couldn't move
forward an inch, and my legs were held wide and apart, my knees level
with my head. My nuts were a perfect target, hanging between my
spread thighs.
Nancy
had never lifted a hammer in her life, and now she had me tied down
more securely than we lashed deck crates during rolling seas.
“There,”
she said, dusting her hands off and leaning forward to kiss me on the
cheek. “Now you can be the man I married again.”
And
then she laughed and kicked me in the balls.
She only told me about her fetish after we had gotten engaged.
After the wedding invitations had gone out, after I had told all my family
and friends that this was the woman I was going to spend the
rest of my life with. After she had given me six months of the best
sex of my life, and had me looking forward to thirty years more.
She had
taken me to the beach, wearing a nearly indecent purple string bikini
to soften the blow, so to speak, then let me rub lotion over all the
skin the bikini didn't cover. And even on some of the
spots it did, in strategic bursts when no one was walking by. She
let me rub her young, hot body until I couldn't help but sport thick wood in my swim
trunks, even on the semi-crowded beach where others would notice. And then she told me.
That
she loved doing a certain thing to men, something that normal men
didn't like having done to them. But she loved it. Loved it as much
as men loved getting blowjobs. The thrill, the rush, the raw power of
the act. She knew how hard to hit to keep from doing permanent
damage, she promised me; she had practiced a lot on previous
boyfriends.
Previous
boyfriends who had left her because they were pussies, she had said.
Weak men, not able to take a little discomfort to keep a woman like
her. She needed a real man, she had said. A warrior, a nigh-modern day Spartan, to be strong enough for her when she got into one
of those moods. If I could be that man, the rest of the time
she would use every part of her slamming body- every part- to
make me the happiest man in the world, she promised.
We got
married a month later.
I could
see up her dress from where I now sat, tied down wrist and knee. The
crotch of her panties were soaking wet, her nectar starting to run
down her tight, tanned thighs.
“I've
missed you honey,” she said. “I've missed you a lot.”
She
gave me a kick in the nuts that would have made Pele proud.
I shook
but could barely move, a fly trapped in her web.
“I
love you Mike, you're my warrior. I'm so proud of you every day.”
She
kicked my balls again, giggling as she did a big wind up, raising up
on the purple-painted toes of her left foot to bury the toes of her
right into my defenseless balls.
Purple
string bikini, so purple-painted toes. We had chosen that as her way
of letting me know when she needed some ball-busting time. It was
a discreet enough signal for public places, and she loved meeting me at
the bar with my friends and watching me almost spill my beer when I
finally looked down at her open heels and noticed the changed color
of her toes that day.
She
still wore that indecent purple bikini sometimes, once when we had
gone to the beach with some guys from my unit, much to their delight.
The only female in the group that day, Nancy had played it for all
it was worth, flirting and playful with everyone, causing more than a
few uncontrolled erections in that public place with no way for
relief, then calling out any man who got hard from her 'innocent'
actions to be laughed at. But the purple toenails were our signal now, and before my
deployment, I saw them about once or twice a month.
I had
forgotten what hell it was.
“AAARRRH!
Nancy! No more!” I begged as her foot smashed into my nuts again.
“Stop!”
“Why
should I stop?” she giggled, patting my hard cock with her instep.
“You're tied up tighter than a Christmas hog. And besides, it
looks like you've missed this too!”
She
reared back for another hard kick and I squealed like a girl, begging
for mercy as she kicked again, but I felt no pain.
“Got
you!” she laughed, pulling her foot away at the last second. She
feinted at my nuts again, I flinched again, and she laughed, waggling
her tiny foot half a yard from me. “Oh? What am I going to do?
What am I going to do, Mike?” she laughed, then rabbit kicked me again,
as I howled in pain.
She
laughed and slid her instep up and down my half-hard cock as she
rubbed my face with her hand.
“Shush,
shush, shush, it's okay, Mike. Just take a deep breath. In and out.
We'll keep going in a second.”
My legs
were quivering. If the ropes hadn't been there, I would have
collapsed. I was sweating, panting, my stomach turning. I was
nearing my edge.
My wife hadn't mussed her hair yet.
“NANCY!
It's too much! Stop!”
She
laughed, lining up her instep with my balls like a golfer lining up a
putt. “Real stop or fake stop? You know how mad I get if you use
fake stop, Mike.”
“Real
stop! Real stop!” I cried. Getting my unit brand hadn't hurt this
much! At least Marines knew to inflict pain somewhere besides a
man's balls. “Real stop!”
She put
her foot down and knelt between my legs. “I'm sorry baby, I didn't
know. You really did get weak during your deployment, didn't you?”
Tears
rolling down my face, I nodded.
“Here,
just relax. Mama will make it feel better.”
My dick
had gone to half-mast under her most recent assault, but when she
went to her elbows before me, her mouth had it roaring back to life in
seconds.
Oh
fuck. It had been a year since that hot, wet tunnel had sucked on my
cock, demanding a load be shot down her throat. She had sucked me
off three times the night before my deployment, insisting on the last
one even though I hadn't thought I could get it up again.
She
could perform magic tricks with her mouth; I never asked her where
she had learned.
“Mmmm,
my big stud, such a thick cock, such beautiful, full balls,” she
panted, in between bouts of her wet mouth taking all of me. “You're
so brave and tough- you can take anything can't you? Absolutely
anything?”
“Not
more kicking!”
“Yes
you can,” she giggled, her tongue doing amazing swirls that had me
straining against the ropes. “You can take anything, you big stud.
I'm just a girl, and you're a big, tough man,” she giggled,
deep-throating me between sentences and making me see God. “You
can take a few more kicks for me, can't you? Just a few more kicks?”
They
say no man can resist torture, not forever. But they might get a lot
more volunteers to try, if all interrogations were like this.
“Nancy...”
My
balls were ten-pound weights in my aching nutsack- it had been two
weeks, looking forward to this day- I had never wanted to shoot more
in my life!
I
swallowed. “I... I don't think so. I've got to cum now, I think.”
“Ten
more kicks or you're not cumming at all this week,” she giggled,
still sucking me vigorously.
“WHAT?!”
I cried. “You can't be serious! Ahh-AHHH-”
Her
mouth popped off my twitching cock a second before I would have shot
off.
“I
am. I've waited a year to bust your balls again. You can wait one
little week more to shoot your load if you don't play along. Maybe
two!”
I
strained and fought, trying to get even an inch of slack, and Nancy
giggled, watching my ineffective struggles.
“I've
got to thank that Navy Ensign! He does know his knots.”
“Let
me out!”
She
giggled, flexing and stretching her leg, getting ready for more
kicks. “I could have busted his nuts, you know. After I
told him what I wanted the ropes for, he was SO eager to help me test
them out. His cock was longer and thicker than yours, but it was
just as hard and drippy, when I had him tied him up naked like you are.”
That
got me to stop fighting the ropes. They say this happened to half
the boys on deployment, even those with happy marriages.
I
didn't want to hear it.
But I
had to know.
“Nancy!
You didn't!”
“I
didn't ask him to, no. Honest, Mike, I had barely turned around
after he finished installing the ropes, and he had stripped himself
nude and got into the cuffs all by himself, begging me to tie up the
last one!” She giggled, shaking her head. “Little sub puppies,
all of you.”
My
throat went dry. “What did you do?!”
“I
secured the last cuff,” she giggled. “I had to know if it would
hold you, after all.”
“And
then?!”
“You
want to know if I sucked his cock? He was begging me to.”
I
pulled on the damned ropes again, making the studs in my wall creak.
I was going to kick that fucking Ensign's teeth in!
“Yes!”
“I
didn't,” she said. “Even though it was a very pretty cock.
Great for sucking,” she giggled, running her big toe up the side of
my twitching hard on. “Do you want to know if I touched his
cock?”
“Did
you?!”
“No,
I just let him sit there with his boner,” she laughed, and I
finally exhaled in relief. “Do you want to know if I busted his
nuts?”
I
swallowed. “Yes.”
She
laughed, leaving me waiting in agony for a few more seconds, then
shook her head.
“Nope.
I just took a picture of him like that and said I'd send it to his
CO if he ever propositioned me like that again, then let him out.” She giggled. “He
didn't even charge me for the ropes.”
Maybe I
wouldn't have to kill the bastard.
“Because
I made a promise,” she giggled. “That I'm only going to suck
your cock, touch your cock, bust your nuts, from
now, until the end of time.” She bent to kiss my forehead, letting
me see down her dress at her round, pert tits. Then the top of her
toes lightly tapped my balls. “But that means you have to let
me,” she giggled. “Ready?”
I
groaned. Now stronger things than mere ropes held me down.
“Nancy...
I don't know if I can take it...”
She
stepped back to the length of her leg again. “I do. I married a
warrior, Mike! The toughest man in the world. And he can take
anything."
She
reared back and kicked my nuts hard, lifting off the ground as she
connected.
“He
won't cry, because he's a fucking Stud whose cock I'm going to ride
all night long!”
Another
kick as I howled.
“He's
going to cum so hard tonight that they'll fucking hear him in
Pendleton and think it's an air raid siren!”
I was
blubbering, soft, and Nancy dropped to her knees instantly to start
sucking me.
“I've
missed this, I've missed it so much,” Nancy purred, rubbing her
smooth face against my cock and balls like a nuzzling cat. She
kissed my blue balls and cock like every man dreams of
their wife doing. “You're so good to me, Mike! So brave! I love
you!”
She
sucked me hard again, then punched my nuts with her small fists as I
shook and begged her to stop.
She
sucked me hard again, then slapped by balls with her open palm,
teasing me as I started crying like a little girl.
She
sucked me hard again, then kicked me with her soft, feminine feet and
cute, purple-painted toenails again. Long after I was
sobbing, unable to form words, she did finally stop, panting and
using my shoulders to lean on.
“Oh
my god, Mike, I am so wet right now,” she panted, pulling aside her
soaked panties to show me. “I'm so ready for you! Do you still
want me to ride your cock all night long?”
That
only made me sob harder.
“Oh,
honey, it's okay, it's okay,” she said, wiping my tears away.
“Look," she laughed, "I even broke a nail when I was punching your nuts! I guess
I'm out of practice too." She smoothed my hair. “And I didn't even bust
you half as hard as I had planned, so it's really not fair to reward
you for that.” She kissed my forehead. “We'll try again
tomorrow.”
Nancy
undid my restraints and picked my limp body up into bed, even though
she shouldn't have been able to. She sucked my painful cock to the
edge of orgasm three more times, making me swallow all my pre-cum,
even though I had told her I never wanted to do that again. She pulled out her magic
Hitachi and buzzed herself to three earth-shaking orgasms while I
didn't have the strength to give her or myself even one. And as she fell
asleep, rubbing my tender balls as I sniffled, she promised to make
me into the man I had been before, no matter how long she had to deny
my orgasms, no matter how much I fought her, no matter how long she
had to keep her purple-painted toenails on.
And I believed her.
Because
my wife is so much tougher than I could ever be.
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THE END ***