Hi. I'm Sue, and my husband, Mark, is a lieutenant in the Marines, and he is part of a Marine detachment on board an aircraft carrier. He's away at sea for long stretches of time but it's like the old saying goes: absence really does make the heart grow fonder. It also makes his cock grow harder, if you know what I mean. And the night he gets back to port... well... it almost makes the long deployments worthwhile.

I don't know a lot about what he does, but from his stories, life on a ship is a pretty close-quarters affair. The image folks get of Marines running through swamps and obstacle courses isn't at all like a shipboard detachment. He tells me they spend a lot of time in the ship's gym and working out on the hangar deck when they aren't in the way of the planes.

Because the detachment is relatively small, they've become sort of a close-knit family of sorts. It's not like the movies where there's an aloof distance between him and the sergeant that runs the platoon. They're quite close, and Mark often joins the men for their workouts to keep himself fit (and he is hardly the image of the pencil-pushing O-1 from the movies either).

But his sergeant, whose name is Tom, is quite fit. I know this because Tom has been over at our house more than once. In fact, he's slept on our couch once or twice when they had downtime and partied enough to not want to drive home. He's a perfect gentleman, of course, but he is an absolute specimen. Mark confided to me that it wasn't just his musculature that was impressive. He told me one day he was hung like a moose too.

"Gotta be ten inches, I swear," he said one day pretty much out of the blue.

Those times he sleeps on the couch he's usually wearing sweatpants, and I think I may have once or twice seen some evidence of the third leg, so I could believe it. But still...

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Come on. I've been in the shower with him after a workout two or three times a week while we're at sea. How could I not? He's big enough to drill to bedrock, baby."

That comment made me blush. What he said next made my eyes bug open.

"I'd love to see you on the receiving end of that monster."

I stared back at him and he just sat there with a half grin on his face. He didn't move.

I blinked. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Sure, why not? You know, I just know he'd fuck you into next year, and you know how much I love to watch you come hard like you do."

"Oh, honey. You make me come hard, and I don't need more than that."

He nodded. "I know. But I'd still love to watch. And you can't tell me that the idea doesn't make you just a little bit wet." And with that he reached over and kissed me, grabbing a tit with a free hand, and we launched into an impromptu lovemaking session.

He's mentioned the idea a few times since then. I asked him, "Would he even want to? You're his commanding officer. Wouldn't he think it it would be a bad idea?"

"He's said more than once that you're a pretty fine piece of ass. I'm pretty sure he'd jump at the chance."

I decided the only way to shut him up about it was to go ahead with it.

The good news was that there was a perfect opportunity coming up. Before they were to be deployed again, they were going to have one more party night and Tom was probably going to wind up on our couch again. And sure enough, that's what happened.

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My phone's alarm went off at 4 AM and I woke up quickly and snatched it and shut it off. I snuck out of bed and went to my closet, put on my lacy teddy and gave myself a little spritz of perfume. Then I went back to bed and slowly peeled the blankets down from Mark. I snuggled up next to him and fished my hand down his boxers to find his cock. I started to fondle it, and he started to stir. I think he woke up just before I brought my mouth down to tongue the head.

As I started to suck his cock his hands started to get active and he began to moan. His cock was at its hardest by then and I started to bob up and down in earnest. I knew his every sign and got him right to the edge and stopped and rose up off his cock and looked him straight in the eye.

"No, mister. You don't get to come right now. Get up. Come with me."

With that, I got up from the bed. Mark stumbled up behind me, looking particularly silly with his boxers around his ankles. He pulled them up, his cock forming a huge tent in the front. I turned and walked out of the room. I could hear Mark's footsteps close behind me. I walked into our living room and up to the couch where Tom was sprawled out, snoring.

I repeated the same move I had done on Mark on Tom. I gently pulled down his sweatpants and just for the briefest moment I couldn't believe it. Mark was right—Tom's trouser snake was a python. Even wrapping two hands around it I doubted I could cover more than half of it. I smiled and picked up the business end and began to bathe the head with my tongue. As I did I felt Tom suddenly stir I glanced up at him and could see the surprise on his face. His eyes darted over to the side. I looked after him and saw Mark sitting in a recliner off to the side. He held his hand up and looked at Tom and nodded. I brought my attention back to the task at hand and felt the monster stir and get hard in my grasp. I started to bob up and down on the head. I was barely able to get a quarter of it in my mouth, but I stroked the shaft a little bit while I bobbed up and down.

Tom moaned and voiced his appreciation. I kept this up for a bit, and could feel my pussy tingling and leaking down my leg. I had to have it.

I straightened up and peeled the teddy up and off myself and straddled his hips. I leaned forward to get my pussy far enough forward to bring the tip of his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I rubbed it up and down just a little and cooed with pleasure before I brought it back up to the entrance and pressed backward and down, impaling myself on it.

As I moved, I felt him go in and in and in... I never had a man so far up me. I could feel him bumping up against my cervix and began to raise up. It was amazing how much I could move without any threat that he would fall out. It was amazing. I went down and up slowly with long, full strokes, bottoming him out in me every time. Each one made me moan loudly in pleasure. Tom brought his hands up to knead my tits, adding to the pleasurable feelings that were fully occupying my brain. I started to speed up just a bit and then a bit more. The faster I went the less control I had. The entire universe shrunk down to just my voice, my breasts and his hands, and my pussy and his cock. And then I heard myself say, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum."

At this point I was dimly aware that I was fucking Tom with fast humps and then my entire body exploded into a powerful orgasm and I stopped moving. Tom moaned and his hands moved down to my waist and held me in a powerful grip while I came. I felt him begin to move his hips, continuing to pound his cock into me while I continued to convulse around him. His cock pumped me as fast as a sewing machine and my orgasm seemed to last forever. And then I heard him grunt and thrust into me once more all the way up to the top. I could feel his massive cock grow another size bigger and then felt his hot cum spew forth right against my cervix and I came again. His hands held me tightly at the waist and my legs flopped like landed fishes.

And then all of my energy left me and I collapsed down on his chest, panting. His huge cock still all the way inside me. When my senses came back to me I looked over at Mark. His face was the very picture of awe and the front of his boxers still had the huge tent in front. I suddenly felt sorry for him so I got up on Tom and walked over to kneel in front of him.

"Sorry, baby," I said and freed his cock and dove my mouth straight onto it and got to work. It couldn't have been a minute before he stiffened up and his cock sprayed my throat like a firehose.

Mark slumped back in his seat and I stood up. I reclaimed my teddy, that I had dropped on the floor earlier, blew each of them a kiss and walked back to the bedroom.

As I left, I could hear Tom's voice say, "Wow, man."

Mark, uncharacteristically, replied, "Yes, sir."

I smiled and kept walking.