Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

"Here let me help you dry off," Bob said wrapping Gwen in the beach towel. His hands rubbed her chilled flesh as she stood like a doll in front of him. She gasped as he tucked the material under her arms and rubbed, pressing the sides of his hands against the bulging flesh of her breasts.

"That's good, I'll get the rest," she said embarrassed and turned away from him. Sybil stood, pulling her bathing cap off and shaking her hair.

"Wonderful feeling isn't it?"

"Great."

"How about another drink before we go to bed," Bob asked, water from his suit dripping down between his legs and puddling near his feet on the gray concrete.

"Sounds great. How about hot toddies?"

"Brew them in a moment."

The hot fluid burned gently down Gwen's throat as she sat reclining in the chair, one of Sybil's silk housecoats tucked around her fragile body.

"Oh, my overnight case," she said, giggling and putting her hand to her mouth.

"I'll get it," Bob said rising and looking for Gwen's purse.

"In the bedroom, Bob." Gwen pointed and sat back, relaxed with her new-found friends.

Bob paused with the keys in his hands and flicked the intercom speaker to on above Gwen's guest bed. Smiling, he patted the small speaker and turned the volume up.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to spend the weekend," Sybil said as she refilled the toddy cups.

"A night, but I really don't know about the whole weekend. I might be imposing."

"Certainly not," Sybil cut in. "We planned on having you until Sunday. Now, don't disappoint us with any reservations."

"Well…"

"No well, it's settled. You'll stay."

"Right," Bob called, bringing in the small case and setting it by the bedroom door. "We've invited some of our friends over tomorrow evening. Thought you might enjoy a social get-together."

"That would be nice," Gwen replied, sipping the hot, cinnamon-bitter drink. "I feel like a turtle without its sneer."

"Well, we're going to keep it that way," Sybil said soothingly, reaching across and patting Gwen's thigh. "We're going to keep it that way."

She weaved slightly toward the bedroom after they had said their good-nights. Her head spun from the drinks, but she felt good, relieved of the burden of loneliness. It was good just to talk to people, to know someone cared and was interested. They were both such nice people, she thought. Going out of their way just for her. She didn't know quite how to thank them.

Gwen slipped into the bed and pulled the sheets around her. Her thin nightie rubbed suggestively against her breasts as she squirmed into a comfortable position and started to doze oil to sleep.

"Baby. Baby. Come here."

She sat up and listened to the metallic ring of the man's husky voice. She looked around the darkened room.

"You have a beautiful body, Syb."

"Ummm."

The voices sounded so close, so passionate. Gwen flicked on the bed lamp and saw the intercom above her head.

"How do you want it tonight?"

Bob's voice was deep and masculine. Gwen heard the rustling of clothes and the bedsprings squeak.

"From behind. Dog style. Oh, Bob. You looked so handsome in the pool. I unwanted you right there. But Gwen was there. Oh Bob. Kiss me there. Kiss me with your tongue."

Gwen's face reddened and she reached up to turn the volume down.

"Oh, that feels so good. Your tongue on me, licking me there. Oh, God, Bob, God. If only Gwen's husband were here to satisfy her. I wish she could share the wonderful feeling of a man. Her man's tongue where yours is. Oh, gentle. Deeper. Gentle. I can feel your tongue deep in me. Oh, Bob. Lick me. Lick me."

Gwen's breath came quickly. She wanted to turn the volume down, but she held her hand poised in the air, unable to touch the control knob. She breathed heavily, thinking about the couple in the next room, imagining their naked bodies squirming and wriggling against each other, visualizing Bob's head between Sybil's legs, licking and lapping at her clitoris as his hands squeezed her breasts. There was nothing wrong with that between husband and wife. It was part of love, part of the whole aura of excitement that made lovemaking so wonderful.

Allen had taught her the arts of oral love. He had pushed her gently down on his penis and let her kiss him tenderly as he put his mouth of her opening and nibbled at the hole, teasing her passion bud with the tip of his tongue until she thought she would faint with desire.

They were wonderfully short experimental moments in their sexual life. It seemed that he had only opened the faucet to her desires before he shut them off and lugged his seabag and rifle off to fight a war tens of thousands of arm-lengths away. She had nothing but memories to satisfy her now, nothing but the ever-fading memories of Allen teasing her to the peak of her excitement and then plunging into her, filling her with his staff until she thought she would burst. Allen was a good lover. And she tried to remember his caresses, the way he kissed and sucked on her nipples, the way his rough hands groped boyishly for her vagina and his fingers tickled her clitoris.

"Stick it in for me, Sybil. Put it in and work it around. Shove my cock into your pussy."

The words sounded obscenely pleasant to Gwen as she sat tense and flushed, rubbing her temples and thinking about Allen. They had used those words when they were excited. They had spoken that way when the passion raged and they were near their climaxes. It wasn't vulgar, it was part of making love. Part of the wild lust that took possession of the body and turned it into a tool of satisfaction.

"Oh, God, that feels good, Bob. I can feel your cock slipping so far in me. Squeeze my tits, Bob. Squeeze them. Oh. God. Shhhh. Don't make the bed rock too much. Gwen. Oh, good. Gwen might hear. Be quiet. We wouldn't want to upset her."

Unconsciously, Gwen's hands slipped down to her stomach where she began rubbing her abdomen in slow, sensuous circles as she listened to Sybil's panting voice directing Bob's advances.

She could hear the slapping of their flesh as they pounded into one another and the throaty moans as each touched the prisms of pleasure deep within the other's soul.

"Deeper, deeper. Fuck me. Ream me with your tongue, Bob. Oh, good. God, that's good!"

"You want more. Ask for more. More."

"Give me, give me all you've got."

"Ummmph."

Gwen sat rigid as her fingers began to tease her clitoris, rubbing it gently at first and then more harshly as she listened to the voices humping and grunting.

"Sybil. Sybil, baby. Take my cock in your mouth. Suck it. Suck it deep and swallow. Lick its head. Hum."

"It's so big, Bob. It's extra big. You haven't been thinking about Gwen, have you? Bob? Have you?"

Gwen's heart leapt. How long had it been since she knew a man was thinking about her, thinking about her in a sexual way? She waited for the answer, her body tingling, her fingers pinching lightly at her clitoris, rolling it from side to side.

"I've thought about her. She's very sexy, Sybil."

"A man can't help but think about a woman. But I only think, Sybil. I like Gwen. I wouldn't touch her that would be a sin."

"I wouldn't mind. Not if she didn't. I like her so much and know she needs love. Your kind of love, Bob. She needs a body close to her, to love her in a friendly way. But, oh Bob, let's not talk about it. The poor girl. I feel so sad thinking about how loneIy she must be in the next room. Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me until it hurts. Fuck me for Gwen's sake. Poor girl."

The sounds. They beat against her ears like the blood that pumped heavily through her veins as she listened to the squishing and slapping of their bodies, the moans and grunts, ecstatic cries of pleasure as the lunges increased in speed and the bed rocked faster and faster, banging against the wall.