Chapter One
'He will be home soon!' Julie thought as her excitement grows. She has been cleaning the house for the past 3 days, even though it doesn't need to be cleaned anymore. But, from Julie's point of view, if she doesn't stay busy then she will just drive herself crazy thinking about what she will do when she sees him again, how he will react, and the thousands of good and bad scenario's that she would put herself through. So, she continues to clean.
'I think I vacuumed this 5 times now. I can't remember. What time is it?' Julie looks over at the wall, 3:47 pm.
'He said 4:00 pm. Does that mean exactly at 4? or a little after?' Julie's thoughts wander. The anticipation is killing her, she is waiting for her husband. They got married one month before he was deployed overseas and he has been over there for 18 months and 25 days. Although they had written each other, talked on the phone, and had a few video conversations, it is not the same and people can change a lot in almost 19 months.
'What if he changed his mind and wants to be single again? What if he fell in love with another woman? What if his sexual fantasies changed? What if he doesn't like mine anymore? What if.....' Julie's mind trails off as she stands still in the middle of the living room with the vacuum running. The clock chimes once to show the top of the hour which snapped her out of her daze as she looks down and turns off the vacuum.
Not sure when he will come home and not wanting to stand at the door all day long, Julie decides to start dinner. Cooking has always been a calming activity for her, allowing her to concentrate on something proactive that she can enjoy the results of immediately. She also wants her husband to have a home cooked meal when he finally arrives. She wants the smell of good food engulfing him when he walks in the door to instantly show him that she still loves him. Julie cannot think of another way that she can show him how she feels and she has never been good at explaining it. She laughs to herself as thinks that she could always just jump him naked and rip his clothes off right there on the living room floor.
"At least I know the rug is clean!" Julie says to herself as she giggles thinking about the look on his face if she did that.
The food is cooking, the smell in the house is divine, and the table is set. Julie turns to make sure the bedroom is still clean, at that moment she hears a key sliding into the front door, clicking as it hits all the cylinders. A chilling tingle runs down her body as she imagines how it will feel to have him inside her again, hitting all of her "cylinders." The door opens and in walks her husband. Julie stands there for a second, afraid to move, as a smile comes across his face. Tears run down her cheek as relief fills her mind, oh how she has missed that handsome smile. Running over to him and jumping into his arms, she feels light, floating in mid air as he holds her a foot off the ground. She always loved how strong he was and she doesn't want him to let go as they both whisper, "I love you!" in each others ears at the same time. Its a good thing he is holding her, otherwise she would have fallen over, her legs went limp as she felt his warm breath in her ear.
He pulls his head back to look in her eyes, both of them look fuzzy through the salt water that has filled them. Still holding her in the air, they embrace in a kiss. She has dreamed about his kiss, his smell, his touch, and over time has forgotten how great it was. The excitement of their first kiss and every kiss after that came rushing back into her mind compounding the feeling ten fold as she squeezes him harder wanting to absorb him totally into her being so that they can never be separated again. A familiar warmth engulfs her body as she hangs there in his arms tingling and thinking about how amazing it feels to have him again. Time does not exist in this moment. Julie was not sure how long they were embraced, but whatever it was, it wasn't enough. She would have been perfectly happy staying in that moment forever.
The evening was full of stories, comments about how much he missed her and her cooking, what she has been doing since he was gone, gossip from the guys in his unit that she is friends with, and gossip of the people back home that he hasn't seen. He started telling a joke that he heard, she wasn't fond of the joke, but the sound of his voice was intoxicating and she didn't care what he said as long as she could hear him talk. He says the punchline, they both laugh, and then silence. Julie stands up, grabbing both empty plates and takes them to the sink. She pauses, staring at the sink as she thinks, 'does he still find me attractive?' Right as the thought was finishing he wraps his arms around her, holding onto her stomach as he presses himself against her body from behind. She can feel his bulge pressing against her ass as she smiles thinking, 'yes, apparently he does!' Without saying a word he pulls her hair back and leans down, kissing her on her neck. An electric shocks runs down her spine as goose bumps rise all over her skin, 'my god he still knows my buttons.' His lips lightly run up her neck to her ear lobe, he sucks it in as he deeply breaths into her ear and pushes her forward against the sink.
"I've been dreaming about you every night, but nothing compares to how beautiful you are right now." He whispers in her ear causing her body to warm up as she gets light headed thinking about what is about to come. He reaches over, putting his hand on her cheek, and turns her head towards him. She accepts his lips onto hers as her body lightens up from his touch. "I've missed you so much," he says as he kisses her on the head, "But, I have been traveling all day and in desperate need of a shower." He smiles at her and walks off towards the bedroom. Julie has already showered three times today and has shaved her legs and pussy because she knows how much he likes that and loves how he shows it. Watching him walk away she smiles to herself, feeling a primal need well up inside her and decides to follow.
He gets into the shower and she decides to join him. She walks into the bathroom and opens the curtain, stepping in she can see the lust in his eyes as he scans her naked body. She steps forward into the hot water as they kiss again, feeling his rough skin on her soft body as he places his hands on her waist and pulls her closer. Her stomach is pressed against his cock as she feels him growing harder against it. She has thought about this many times as she laid in bed alone and masturbated so that she could fall asleep. "Turn around, I'll get your back."
Julie lathers up a loofah and begins washing his back, silently observing the scars, and hoping to help wash away more then just the dirt. He turns around and begins shampooing his hair. He leans back into the water as he washes out the shampoo and Julie feels her gut twinge and her pussy start to get wet as she watches the water run down his body. Her body is getting warm as she follows the path of the water with her eyes, stopping on his semi erect penis, a hunger is growing deep inside her. Needing to satisfy this hunger, she reaches out and gently takes a hold of his dick, she loves feeling him grow hard, because it is an instant indicator that she can still turn him on. Feeling the blood rush into his cock gives her satisfaction, knowing that she pleases him makes her happy; she truly does love to please him. Julie gets down on her knees in the tub and quickly observes the weight of his cock in her hands as she leans forward and slowly sucks his tip into her mouth. His hardness is complete as she looks up his wet body and meets his eyes, she is filled with joy in seeing the look of surprise and excitement on his face as she sucks on his tip, rubbing the head of his cock on her tongue. Closing her eyes she concentrates on the satisfying sensation of his dick twitching in her mouth as she slides him deeper and deeper inside her throat. She synchronizes her hand with her mouth and strokes up and down his shaft as he moans and says, "My God! I've almost forgotten how good you are at that!"
It's hard to smile with a cock in your mouth, but Julie tried anyway. The smile exposed her teeth as he gave out a deep guttural moan which kept her smiling more, he does love it when I use my teeth gently. Julie reached up and cupped his balls with her other hand wanting to feel the results of her work. Julie doesn't think that cum tastes good or bad, but she loves knowing how much he loves it when she swallows and continues to suck on his head as he orgasms. She personally doesn't care if she swallows or not, but it gives her satisfaction in knowing that she pleases him enough to make him cum and loves it when she succeeds. His balls tense up in her hand as she lightly cups them, 'almost there,' she thinks to herself as she increases the speed of his hard wet cock sliding in and out of her mouth as far as she can take him in and squeezing his shaft with her hand as she strokes. His dick starts twitching, she knows it will happen soon. He moans a little louder as he says, "Holy Shit!" Which is her final sign. She leans her head back, sucking on his head as she strokes him into cumming into her mouth. Swallowing and sucking as she continues stroking for every spurt, his guttural grunts fill her with joy with every flex of his cock as he continues to cum. The twitching is subsiding, but she continues to suck and stroke to get every drop. His legs are shaking as he tries hard to keep standing and she enjoys seeing her man display pure ecstasy on his face as she finishes him up.
"Oh My God, you are a gifted woman and I am truly a lucky man!" he says as he helps her stand up and turns off the water. The look of joy and surprise still on his face. She is filled with satisfaction in knowing that she made him happy. Julie lightly strokes his dick as it softens up, and says, "Welcome home baby."
I purposely made this story without mentioning age, body type, or race so that anyone can read this and picture anyone in this scenario. I also never gave the man a name on purpose because i want this story to be only from her point of view and not define him through anything but her sensations and emotions.
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