I arrived at the airport at least an hour before the flight. Partly habit, but partly nerves, I have to admit. I didn’t really know how I was going ...to do with this, didn’t know what to say. All I knew is that I had to be there. Some weird logic told me that it was supposed to be me returned from far away, an injured warrior returning to a loving friend. Not her. I had made it through two tours in the Gulf. I came back with a purple heart. I reached out for a friend who’d been hit by shrapnel. So, I squirt it lube on his already hard cock. He looks at and said you have to rub it all over my cock. My wife looks at me and said what are you waiting for DO IT! As she is still stroking my rock-hard cock. So, I start to stroke it from the top to base of his cock avoiding his balls. Now my wife has her mouth around my cock and I almost shot my load rite then but she stops just in the nick of time. My wife now goes over to give Tom a blow job. Watching my wife blowing another man was a hot. Audio media, visual media, and print media containing such strong languageand/or depictions of such adult situations is collectively referred to, inthe vernacular, as pornographic material. This narrative should be regardedas pornographic material, intended as entertainment only, and to be read orviewed only by adults in full control of their mental and emotional faculties,and who choose, of their own free will, to read, listen to, and/or view suchmaterial in private. The author of this. I know a lot of you won't believe my story, all I can say is I have tolive it...and writing helps me keep my grip on reality.Thursday, March 8th, 2007 (Morning)Well I dove in just like I said I would, and I got a big surprise. I'lltry and put things down just as they happened for you, but I may havelost some details during the evening.Last night I waited in some skimpy lingerie for "my" boyfriend to comehome. I had decided that since I was stuck in this position I may aswell dive into things..