MEN IN UNIFORM

 

An erotic short by

Donna M.

 

“Damn!  It’s delayed again,” I said to no one as the Arrivals display changed one more time.

 

I was at Logan waiting for my husband to finally come home after a tour in Afghanistan.  He was supposed to have landed hours ago but bad weather was causing delay after delay in this last leg of his flight home.  What made matters worse was that several other military men were arriving and walking through the terminal, all smiles and looking great in their uniforms.  Nothing wets my panties like seeing a man in uniform.  However, wet panties were a luxury since I’d been celibate while Jake was gone.  No cheating, though I came close a few times with men in uniform, of course.  My abstinence hadn’t been easy since I’m naturally very horny; not quite a nymphomaniac but close to it.

 

Just as a few more hunky servicemen walked by me, my cell phone rang.  It was Jake.  After he professed his love for me and told me he couldn’t wait to “take care” of me, he said, “But it’ll have to wait. I don’t know what the folks there are reporting but this plane isn’t going to be taking off. It looks like they’re going to stick us all in hotels for the night and try again in the morning. I’m sorry, hon.”

 

As I checked out the last pair of great, uniformed asses that walked past, I sighed and said, “And we had the suite all set…champagne and everything!  What am I going to do now?”  He apologized again, but what could he do?  I had a hotel room reserved and nobody to share it with.  As I lamented to Jake the fact that we were wasting an expensive hotel suite, three gorgeous Army hunks stopped near me, overhearing my part of the phone conversation with my husband. 

 

When we hung up, one of the men said, “I apologize for listening in, Ma’am but we couldn’t help but hear that you have a hotel room that won’t be used. You see, the three of us missed our connecting flight and the airline is playing hardball with us on providing hotel rooms for the night. We’re stuck in the airport until our morning flight unless we can get rooms but so far we haven’t located a vacancy near the airport that we can afford. Did we hear you correctly?”

 

As I closed the call, my first thought was where I could buy a vibrator around the airport. That thought evaporated as soon as the soldier spoke up.  These three guys were fine specimens of military “hardware” and I didn’t hesitate a second.

 

“Actually, I will be using the room, but since it’s a suite and my husband isn’t making it tonight maybe you guys could share it with me. I’m sure we can figure out some decent sleeping arrangements.”

 

“Is your husband military?” one of the others asked.

 

I recited the full Army details: from his battalion to his platoon, rank, and that he was coming home from Afghanistan.

 

They were junior officers like my husband, and seemed interested in what I said.  They gave me encapsulated biographies and asked if I was sure of my invitation. 

 

“Of course, the big room would be wasted otherwise. Jake would understand since you’re fellow officers and all.”

 

I went with them as they retrieved their bags, and then we proceeded to one of the shuttles.  “Our car is in the parking garage, but the shuttle to the hotel will be easier than getting the car,” I said.  They agreed and said they didn’t mind.

 

When I checked in, one of the men stood closer to me and the desk clerk assumed he was my husband.  “You two have a good night,” she said after explaining the hotel’s many amenities, including the fact that our room had a Jacuzzi tub, something I hadn’t known since my husband made the reservations.  My thought was that yes, I would have a good night, one way or another. 

 

The room was indeed marvelous, and when the guys spotted the chilling champagne they looked at me like they were little boys asking to go out and play.  I said, “Go ahead and open it. I know I could use a glass.”

 

After we scrounged up a couple of plastic cups to go along with the two supplied flutes and poured, one of them named Matt toasted “To Jake” and we raised our glasses and took a sip.

 

The tallest of the three, who was Luke, then raised his cup and toasted “To Bella for being so kind in letting us stay here on what must be a frustrating night for her.”

 

“Here, here!” as they drank to me.

 

I downed mine in one gulp, and said “Hit me again, Big Guy” to the third man, Mark, who happened to be closest to the bottle.  The second glass went down as quickly as the first.  I’ll never know if that was the moment they realized things would happen, yet they were quick to refill my glass a third time.

 

We agreed on sleeping arrangements.  I’d have the master bed; while Luke and Mark said they’d take the other king bed after Matt said he didn’t mind the sofa.  We turned on the TV, opened the second bottle of champagne and got comfortable.  The guys took turns showering.  I told them to dispense with decorum and as far as I was concerned it was okay if they hung around in their boxers.  When the champagne was gone (I had the last glassful in my hand) they asked if they could hit the minibar.  I said it was alright and that I was going to use the Jacuzzi.

 

I didn’t have true pajamas with me and I certainly wasn’t going to wear the Victoria’s Secret nightgown I wanted to surprise Jake with, so I dug out a pair of loose fitting silk pants and a tank top that would have to do as nightwear.  When the tub was full of nice, hot water I gulped down my champagne and climbed in, turning on the jets.  I was so fucking horny that no sooner did one of the jets hit my clit I exploded in orgasm.  How many more I had before I shifted positions in exhaustion was debatable, and I wasn’t in a state of mind to count them.  When I finally got out, toweled dry, put on the silk pants and tank top and went to join the guys, they seemed to know the score since they must have heard me cum over and over again.  Seeing my empty glass, Mark mixed me a gin and tonic from the dwindling supply in the minibar and offered me a seat next to him on the sofa.  Instead, I sat on his lap.

 

Game on!

 

I hadn’t called Mark “Big Guy” for nothing earlier.  He was built like a tank, and somehow I figured his manhood would be similarly built.  I wasn’t on his lap very long before said manhood made its presence known.  Matt and Luke, who were lounging on the floor watching a porn video they’d called up from pay-per-view, turned their attention away from the TV and focused on me sitting there on Mark’s lap.  Mark tentatively began to caress my breasts, first outside my shirt and then underneath it.

 

“Oh shit,” I bellowed, “just take it off.”  The tank top was up, over my head and off in a flash.

 

I squirmed on his lap until his erection was in my ass crack, with only thin fabric separating us from the inevitable.  The porn movie had already had its effect on Matt and Luke, so by the time they pulled off their boxers they were already at attention.  The Jacuzzi jets were no substitute for hot, hard cock, and here I had three of them at my disposal.  By the time my pants came off and the men carried me to the suite’s master bed, I was dripping so badly it was running down my thighs like rivers.

 

As I’d hoped, Mark took me first from behind, filling my vagina with heft as I’d imagined he would.  Luke positioned himself in front of me and I wrapped my lips around his hard cock without a thought.   Mark had my hips in a vise-like grip as he fucked me doggie and hard.  I wondered what Matt was doing until a hand caressed one of my descending yet sensitive breasts.  I didn’t so much scream as gargled when I came.  It’s difficult to signal your orgasm appropriately when you’ve got a spewing cock firing away down your throat.

 

I was ready for round two, yet when I flipped onto my back and looked for Matt who hadn’t had a turn yet there was Jake standing over the bed, still in uniform and with a smile on his face.  He obviously wasn’t pissed at me or his fellow soldiers.

 

He said, “Hi sweetheart, I’m glad it worked out the way I thought it would,” as he began to undress and the other three welcomed him like old buddies.  That was what they were—buddies—knowing each other for years.

 

“You set this up?” I stammered. “The delay thing was all a hoax?”

 

“Not entirely.  I knew how horny you’d be but when the first delay happened, I called these guys and set it up so you could get some of that built-up heat taken care of before I got here.  Seems like they did a good job.  Watching you like I just did is so much better than any porn.”

 

His buddies cheered, and in the meantime I replayed the mental image of him standing near the bed so smartly in his uniform.  The Uniform: it works every time, I thought before the mental image was replaced by the real vision of his beautiful cock in front of me.

 

“You see guys,” Jake said as he got onto the bed and moved between my quivering thighs, “You think I’m going to have sloppy seconds here, but you’re wrong.”  ‘Sloppy seconds’ was probably apropos, since I did have semen oozing out of my cunt and smeared at the corners of my mouth.  “I know a secret about my wife I chose not to share with you.  I know where she really wants it.”  He propped a pillow under my ass to raise it, lifted my legs high, spit on his hand, rubbed the saliva onto his cockhead and placed it at my anus.  He was right, of course, I was an anal woman.  He plunged into me so quickly I had to gasp, but as soon as he picked up a good rhythm my fingers went to my clit, and with this fine augmentation to his thrusting, I screamed from the most exquisite orgasm imaginable.  I had two more before he emptied his copious load deep into my convulsing rectum.

 

They cheered him again.

 

After I showered with Jake and we talked about what just happened and what it meant to us, we went back to the guys and soon we were at it again.  I was the pincushion and they had the pins, sparing not a single one of my orifices as they took turns fucking me in endless variations and positions.  My loudest and most explosive orgasm came when Jake and Mark DP’ed me good, and the bed got too wet and sticky to lie on any more.

 

I’d climaxed dozens of times but was more tired than sexually satisfied.  We fell asleep in strange places throughout the suite and I only awoke when one of the men—I never knew which one—spooned behind me and got one last fuck in.  I didn’t mind at all.

 

When morning came, the three soldiers showered and dressed in silence, probably unsure of what to say after such a wild night.  We said our goodbyes, and after chaste kisses I watched them head to the elevator, looking so hot in their uniforms.

 

Standing behind me, Jake said “Did you have fun?”

 

“Shit yeah, I had fun.” I turned to him while letting the door close.  “How did you know?”

 

“You wanted this, you mean?  Well, I’ve always believed that you were too much woman for one man like me, and I know you have the hots for men in uniform.  Those guys are the best, so I put two and two together and it made four—four men in bed with you, satisfying all your needs.”

 

“How do you know all my needs are satisfied?” I asked as I dragged him back toward the driest bed.

 

As I was cumming, I imagined how many other buddies Jake had in the Army.  I’d have to find out.

 

The End

(or is it?)

 

 

Donna M.

© 2013

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