A Soldier's Christmas Homecoming

Copyright Deni Wom and Lieza Kominski 2005


Jim had a hard on for most of the overseas flight home from Iraq. Visions of his wife, Terry, cascaded through his mind in abundant verdant images, fond images of the first time they had made love, and then also the second and third and finally the night of their marriage. It had been fast, sort of a whirlwind relationship, but he was getting ready to rotate overseas, and there was absolutely no question in either one of their minds that they loved each other deeply and forever. They both felt absolutely sure, and absolutely ready to commit to each other for their whole life.

Terry letters had been filled with how much she missed him, and also of loving reassurances in each and every email, written daily, like clockwork just before she went to bed each night, expressing her love for him.

He had earned his leave the hard way, partly by being soldier of the year, and partly by saving the commanding general’s ass in a surprise ambush by the insurgents. The shrapnel through his thigh had sewed up the hard-to-get leave. His purple heart was in processing, as well as his award for meritorious service and for gallantry in action. The general had personally awarded that particular commendation at reveille the very next morning!

And so as Jim flew home, hour on tedious hour of anxious waiting to see his beloved wife again, caused his thoughts to turn naturally to her sexy body, how she had been so responsive to his touches. His best friend had told him of the rumors about her, how she was easy, enjoyed by many men already. He had not cared. Her eyes saw only him when they were together. And Jim’s eyes saw only her.

True enough, they really did not know each other for long before they had suddenly, impulsively tied the knot. But she had lived up to every single word of her promises. And she had written him every single day, not just a jotted short note either, but a long love letter of her day, and of her continuing love for him. No other man in his unit had received as many emails. It was so obvious that even his best buddy had commented on it.

Jim dozed once, waking to memories of his naked wife in the throws of her glorious orgasm. His cock was as hard as the barrel or his rifle as he sat their fantasizing about making love with her when he got home.

He had deliberately not told her he was coming home. He wanted to surprise her, give himself to her as his Christmas gift to her. He had of course already shopped on line and bought her gobs of stuff, gift wrapped of course, but all that would pale in comparison to him walking through the front door of their sparse, small, one bedroom house. Yes, he could visualize the look on her face when he walked in! His cock got even harder as he thought of her sitting in her bathrobe near the small tree she had emailed him a picture of, hearing the sound of a key in the lock, and suddenly seeing him walk through the door, grinning as wide as a battle tank breaching the hole in the enemy front line.

He grinned lustfully as his sex starved mind turned to making love to his wife again, seeing in his mind’s eye her full firm breasts, so plump and sensitive! WOW, he had loved touching her nipples, feeling her chest rise in response to his teasings, hearing her moan as his mouth found her hardening dark nubbins. Her breasts, so incredibly round and high and in-love with his touches and his mouth and his caresses, were there at home, waiting for his hands, his mouth, his gentle loving fondling. He could almost feel his cock sinking slowly, lovingly into her unused little pussy when he opened her robe, opened her body to him, after he had kissed and suckled and tongued her cleft. Yes, he was so hard, so horny, so ready to make love all night and all Christmas day.

He was so eager and optimistic about their two weeks of his leave. He wondered if they would even emerge from their little house at all. Just two weeks, but two weeks of not having to work. Just him and his beloved Terry, together, naked, making love over and over!

His cock was harder than first sergeant during inspection.




The damn cab seemed to be crawling through traffic. Every corner seemed to have its own snafu. The pre-Christmas traffic seemed to make the 30 minute trip from the airport take forever. Jim’s cock stayed hard, ever so eager and un-recalcitrant about wanting to have sex the very second he walked through the door. They wouldn’t of course, but not because he didn’t want to. He knew he had to give her a bit of time to see and smell and touch him and get used to being with a man again after the nine months he had been away.

The taxi had driven by a factory that seemed to smell as warm and musky as her sweet pussy did when she was finally filled and satisfied, after their lovings. His cock had almost spurted when he had smelled THAT distinct sexy scent! Yes, he was SO ready to finally be with his woman again.

The sun had set, and the evening was quite dark by the time he was nearing home. Had it not been for the freshly fallen snow, it would have been pitch dark.

As the taxi turned the last corner, he scanned the row of houses, finding theirs, the little yellow house with light brown shutters. The shutters were false, but they had so enthralled Terry when they had been looking for a place for her to live while he was overseas. He smiled at the memory of her excited face as they suddenly had come upon the little house. “It is PERFECT,” she had gushed, her face flushed with her excitement.

The taxi driver leaned back and said, “Just point when we get close son, and I’ll pull over, all right?”

His voice tremulous in his excitement, Jim had simply muttered “Sure!” His eyes were glued on the center of the block where he knew their house was. It was set back a bit, behind the neighbor’s carport, if he remembered correctly.

Suddenly he saw it! The lights were on.

WAIT!

There was a man walking up to their front door! Confused and startled, Jim did not point out their house to the taxi driver. Just as they drove past, the front door opened and his wife stood there looking at the man on the front porch. As Jim watched, his beloved wife flung herself into the man’s arms, her legs girdling his hips. She hugged him tightly, their cheeks pressed tightly against each other. They stayed like that the whole time the taxi passed on slowly down the street.

Jim stared, swiveling in his seat as they passed. As the taxi neared the end of the block, he saw his wife take the man’s hand and pull him into their little house. The door shut as the taxi stopped at the stop sign at the next intersection. It was as if when the light from within the house was shut off by the closing of the door, the lights in Jim’s world went out as well.

The taxi driver turned in his seat. His eyes were full of compassion. His experienced eyes watched the handsome uniformed service man as his face transitioned from a controlled mask of confusion, to fear, and then turning to anger.

The taxi driver had seen this before. He knew all he could do was simply wait for the soldier to tell him what was to happen next.

After a long pause, the man in the back seat simply said, “Take me to a god damn bar!”

The taxi stopped about a mile further on. The soldier got out, paid his fare, and after leaning against the wall for a few minutes, entered the tavern.

The taxi driver wished he had not seen what had just happened to a service man on the night before Christmas. It just wasn’t fair. “GOD DAMN IT!” he swore as he drove off.




Jim sat there at the bar, downing shot after shot of mind numbing alcohol. The anger inside him boiled and simmered as he sat there, the image of his wife hugging another man with so much lustful enthusiasm burning into his very core, until he could no longer stand his seething emotional pain.

Jim was ashamed of his unexplainable erection as he thought about his wife being with another man. Why in the HELL would he be hard, thinking about his cheating damn wife fucking another man? Jim had no idea why his cock was betraying him, but he knew what his heart felt, the treachery, the realization that all that she had said was a god damn lie! His anger was a roiling boil as he tried to reconcile why his damn cock was hard while his heart was breaking.

The bar tender had stood close to the soldier, hoping against hope that the soldier would unload his obvious pain before it blew up. Too many times the bar tender had seen a fight erupt when someone was this torn up inside. Fights cost him money. The cost of repairs and the loss of other patrons had a long term lingering effect on the bottom line of his little tavern.

The bar tender was almost ready to tell the soldier that he could not serve him any more alcohol when the soldier suddenly fished a roll of bills out of his pocket, paid his tab, and got up. The bar tenders eyes followed the young man as he walked rather unsteadily to the taxi phone and ordered a cab.

The bar tender breathed a sigh of relief as the young soldier staggered out of the bar.




Once inside the taxi, Jim changed his mind. He had intended to simply find a hotel room and sleep off his drinking, then confront his wife in the morning. But once outside, he had suddenly decided he needed to find out once and for all what his wife was up to! He knew he would not sleep until he knew for sure, until he had actually seen her cheating fucking legs wrapped around her god damn lover as she came and came just like she did with him when they had been together.

Trying to hang onto a last vestige of hope, Jim rationalized that she had at least been a faithful wife in terms of writing to him daily. And she had never hinted that she was even thinking about cheating on him.

‘But then what wife would?’ Jim thought. After all, he had known when he married her that she was a rounder. He cursed under his breath at his fucking hard on. It seemed to demand his attention when all he wanted to do was slam his battle hardened fist into the face of the asshole that was fucking his wife right at this very moment.

The cab pulled up in front of the little yellow house. Jim paid his fare before he opened the cab door. He then silently closed the cab door, and walked noiselessly to the front door, his key in his shaking angry hand, all the while watching for any movement in the darkened house.

Jim’s war trained ears were probing for the sounds of his wife’s cumming as he stealthily opened the door, his prick still hard, his heart breaking, and his mind so full of anger he could not even begin to think rationally.





His battle-tested training from nine months of searching Iraqi houses door to door guided Jim’s alcohol fogged brain. His every sense was on high alert. He opened the door to his home a millimeter at a time, allowing it to slowly, at a snails pace, swing open on its hinges.

Like a shadow in the elusive Valley of the Moon, Jim moved into the entry of the small yellow house where his cheating wife was fucking a strange man. Slowly he closed the door behind him, his mind analyzing every sound. He could hear nothing that seemed dangerous.

Turning his head from side to side, he localized the sounds of soft breathing of someone who was sleeping. The rhythmic breathing was coming from the living room.

Moving like a cat on the prowl for the only mouse in the valley, Jim turned, instinctively reaching at the same time for the knife in his ankle sheathe. Withdrawing the knife even as he crept forward, Jim could not stop thinking that his wife and this fucker had been so hot for each other that they could not even make it to the god damn bedroom. They had fucked on the couch and probably still lay wrapped in each other’s arms, asleep after fucking their passions away.

‘Perhaps I should just cut his cock and balls off and let him bleed to death as the slut watches her lover die!’ Once Jim had crept close enough to the couch to see in the dim light, he realized that only one person was asleep there. The person was indeed male, but quite young, Jim guessed around fifteens years old.

‘Maybe they are taking turns with her,’ reasoned Jim. He turned and crept slowly toward the open door of the single bedroom. ‘She has to be in there with her lover. Good place to kill a whore! Right in her own bed with her legs wrapped around his skinny fucking ass!’ Jim grinned malevolently as he pictured his knife stuck into the cheating son-of-a-bitches abdomen after he had slowly cut his nuts off, one at a time, and then removed his cheating prick to throw to the neighbor’s dogs. ‘Wouldn’t that be a sight? The neighbors dogs fighting over a freshly cut cock.’ Jim grinned horribly as he fantasized about two dogs fighting over his wife’s lover’s bloody, severed cock.

Peeking around the corner, Jim realized that it was too dark to know what was in the room. He decided to enter the room and then flip on the light and catch his cheating whore slut wife right in the act of her cunt spread around the man’s prick.

Moving with practiced calm, Jim stepped into the room. He raised his hand to the light switch. He moved his knife-bearing hand forward, ready for whatever might spring from the bed at him.

Every muscle in his body tensed, then relaxed as he prepared for a fight.

His finger flipped the light switch on with a distinct “FLICK!”

Everything happened in a blur after that. But all Jim remembered was the blood curdling scream of terror as his wife looked up at him with eyes the size of a harvest moon, her mouth open, frozen in terror. She was clutching her old worn flannel nighty up around her throat.

There was only her in the bed. The other side of the bed, his side, was not even messed up.

Jim felt cheated. Nobody to vent his rage on. Not fair! He was wound up for a god damn fight!

“OH MY GOD MOTHER OF GOD! OH SHIT OH DEAR GOD DAMN JIMI!” She gasped for breath, trying to regain any kind of control of her terror.

The sudden stench of her fear and the smell of her voided bladder filled his war honed senses.

“What in god’s sake are you doing here baby!!!!!!!!!!!” Reality set in and she leapt from the bed at him, her face suddenly full of joy. She landed in his arms. Jim had the good sense to lower the razor sharp blade in his hand. He caught her with one arm as her legs wrapped around his hips, just exactly the way they had around the man at the door as he had driven by earlier in the evening.

Jim still had questions, although he was beginning to feel a bit foolish for his distrust of his loving wife. He pulled his head back and looked menacingly into her face. “So Terry, who is in on the couch?” His expression was still frozen in a battle-ready war mask.

It was the face of a brave American soldier that no enemy could conquer.

“Who? OH! That’s Timmy, my kid brother! He came tonight and surprised me too! He came because he didn’t want me to be here alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas. He rode the buss up from Webster City honey!” Her face gazed adoringly at the love of her life for long gleeful seconds.

Suddenly she could not stop herself from talking. “God baby, you are here! Am I dreaming? Are you really here? How did you get here? Are you OK? Is something wrong? HONEY! Talk to me! Tell me what is happening! How long do I have you for? Do you have to go back baby? What time is it? Do you want something to eat? Can I get you a beer honey? I have been saving your Pale Ale for you, want one of those?” She ran out of words and devoured his mouth with her hunger.

Jim dropped his knife and began to kiss his wife back with nine months of loneliness spurring his need.

There were no further words between them, just passionate kisses and tearing off of jackets and flannel night gowns and shirts and trousers and boots, and heavy breathing.. Her deep guttural moan as he sank into her was enough to trigger Jim’s orgasm. She giggled delightedly as she realized that he had already cum inside her without even having bottomed out.

She moved her mouth to his ear and lovingly whispered “God baby, that was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten in my whole life. Stay inside me till you get hard again, and then fuck me for seven days nonstop baby! God I have missed you honey! How come your thigh is bandaged up? Did you get hurt? Can I look at it tomorrow after you can’t get hard any more, after you have made love to me at least twenty times honey?” She giggled as his cock throbbed inside her.

And Terry meant every word she said.

Jim grinned himself when he realized that even though he had cum, his cock was still hard as steel. ‘God does this little woman turn me on!’ he thought as he again began to move slowly and gently in and out of his beloved wife’s sweet welcoming body.



About noon the next day, Terry leaned up on her elbow, her hand hopefully caressing her husband’s soft ball sack, her thumb slowly massaging the base of his finally flaccid and satisfied penis, and asked her beloved man, “Baby, I noticed last night when you came into the room, just before I screamed, that you had a huge bulge in your britches. But you thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you? Its OK if you did honey, but I really do need to know your answer.”

Miserably, Jim nodded his head. “I am so sorry to have doubted you baby. I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” His face was flushed with humiliation.

“Hey honey, forget that, it is over and done with. But my question is, when you thought that I MIGHT be cheating on you, it turned you on, didn’t it? Just a little bit?”

Jim could hear the hope in her voice.

Jim had always taken pride in thinking of himself as a totally self-honest person. Still, he paused, lost in thought for a minute. He remembered his erection, how he had had it on the way over on the plane, how he had still had it after he had watched Timmy get her welcoming gleeful hug. How he had stayed annoyingly erect even as he was getting snockered at the bar. His cock HAD been hard as he snuck into his own house, expecting to find her in the arms of her lover. And yes, he had to admit to himself, he WAS slightly disappointed to find her alone.

She kissed his forehead and murmured, “It’s OK baby. I understand. I have never cheated on you, nor will I ever unless you tell me you want me to. I guess then it wouldn’t be cheating. But unless you give me your permission, I never would. You know how much I like to fuck, and it HAS been hard baby. But every time I started getting tempted, I thought about how it would hurt you baby, and then it was easy to not go out on you. OK? I love you more than just words can say baby.”

Jim’s cock began to engorge again as he allowed a picture of his wife in the arms of another man to fill his mind, the man’s cock buried deep inside her as she eagerly sucked her husband’s cock, even as her husband watched his sweet wife getting close to cumming, as he watched her crest, her orgasm causing her to scream in delight as the other man’s cock in her pussy shots its cream deep into her belly.

“Oh god baby,” she giggled, “look your gorgeous cock is getting hard while you think about me fucking another man, isn’t it! Oh GOD baby, this is so exciting! You do want to watch me get laid by a stranger, don’t you?”

The images in Jim’s head were swirling, mixed in desire and dread. His cock was undeniably hard though.

His wife pushed him over on his back and mounted him. “What is your best buddies name in your unit baby? What is his name?”

“Sammy.” Jim felt his prick spasm as she slid down on him, his mind caught by the image of his buddy Sammy impaling his wife.

Terry began to moan. “Sammy, fuck me, fuck me deep and cum inside your best buddy’s wife.” Her hands went to her plump breasts, her fingers pulling, tugging on her nipples. Jim could feel her wetness beginning to flow deep inside her as she rocked back and forth on his rigid prick. “Oh god Sammy, your cock feels so good baby! Yes, fuck this little white married wife’s horny pussy and make your best buddy’s wife cum all over your gorgeous stiff cock baby!”

Jim’s wife’s face was a mask of need now. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, her verdant scent of arousal again cascaded over him.

“Oh god Sammy, your cock is so perfect, so nice, so wonderfully hard! Deep inside my cunt, fucking me, fuckinggggggggggggggggggg meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!”

Right there in front of her husband’s astonished eyes, Jim’s wife had her first orgasm since their marriage in which she was thinking of fucking another man’s cock, not her husband’s.

Jim’s cock lurched, spewing his jewels deep inside his playful beloved wife’s cheating, spasming little cunt.





[We want to tell all of the brave and dedicated American Soldiers around the world how much we here at home appreciate your willingness to protect freedom from the idiots that inhabit the darker corners of the world. This story is written to assure you that we are waiting patiently for you to come home. To come home and fuck your sweet wife’s needy pussy! YOU!

Grin,
Deni and Linda and Lieza. ]