It’s hard enough to be without our husbands. Bonnie and I, we’re army wives, living on base. We make a lot of sacrifices. Our husbands don’t make a lot of money and now they are gone to fight terrorism. It gets lonely. I so miss Tim. I miss the way he used to hold my head down and say, “Suck that dick Marcy!” His body is lean and rippling with muscles. I loved to look up and see his hairy toned torso and eight inches slamming into my mouth. He would tease me with his cock and I would work him with my body.

I’m very curvy with a big creamy ass and 38DDs. I always wiggle like jello, even when I try to stay still and I’m always wet. After we get each other worked up he would lay me down on the bed and wiggle his face between my legs darting his tongue in and around my clit getting me hot and torturing me with desire, making me crazy for him to finish me with his big dick invading my pussy and finally he would jump up on me and hold my arms down as his big cock rammed into me fucking me furiously like a jackhammer until I completely surrendered to his manhood oozing spasm after spasm of wet cum from my pussy lips to his shaft and he thrust in one final time and I knew he was cumming because he held it in as far as he could go panting hard and suddenly he was completely still on top of me.

But I can’t have him. At least I’m secure there are not Muslim whores in burqas to tempt him.