Ch 3 This isn’t ‘training’ with the same restrictions that the Army has had in years passed, this training allowed the Platoon Sergeant and Platoon Leader to both have their cell phones in case of ‘emergency’ and to communicate amongst leadership. Just a perk of the position I guess. I couldn’t help but feel bad for my Soldiers, knowing they were unable to communicate as freely, or at all, with their significant others back home. Some of them tried being ‘sneaky’ and found a way to still communicate with them, thinking they were being slick and nobody knew, but we knew and honestly it wasn’t something worth fighting over so the Platoon Leader and myself let it slide, as long as it didn’t interfere with our training mission, and for the most part it didn’t.

I checked in with her a couple times a day, normally in the morning before everyone was awake and at night after everyone was passed out in their sleeping bags. I didn’t want to flaunt the fact that I was able to use my phone around my Soldiers, wouldn’t do much good for unit morale, and as much as I like to flaunt my wife off, it was almost a daily occurrence of her sending photos for my eyes only and I didn’t want the whole platoon seeing and getting other ideas. So I waited until I was in my sleeping bag too where I could read about her day and I could tell her about mine. Most of the time it was harmless topics, she usually told me about our doberman’s potty habits, whether his shit was solid or loose, and how he was behaving, I usually told her that it was very boring out here and I couldn’t help but think about her every moment of every day. She would tease as much as she could by sending flaunting pictures of her, showing off her breasts or after-gym selfies in nothing but her underwear and sports bra.

“You haven’t thought about me out there have you?” She would ask on almost a daily basis, to which I would always respond with something along the lines of “Baby, where am I going to do that when I am in a tent full of of 15 other dudes,”. I know she just needed the confirmation, and at a point it got slightly annoying so I decided to fire back.

It was just over two weeks, halfway, into the training. I know my wife pretty well, very well even. And I know that after a few days of no release she is going absolutely crazy, I also know that she craves attention and adoration. So, being the loving husband I am, I set her up with something to help with that.

I know her schedule, I know that she goes to the gym during her lunch, from 1200-1245, and she is showering and changing at the house from around 1250-1310, her routines are almost military in the manner to which she adheres to her daily schedule and routine. So I sent a message to Herrera around 1240 to please go and check on the house as I received a notification that the door was opened and I know my wife is at the gym. He acknowledged and let me know he would report back to me with any issues.

About fifteen minutes later Herrera shows up to my apartment, he’s a little nervous. What if someone did break into the house? What would he need to do?. When he gets to the door, he sees it is closed, he reaches out to turn the knob, locked. He closes his eyes and inhales slowly, preparing himself for whatever might be behind the door, then he unlocks the door and opens it slowly, but is greeted in a playfully aggressive way by Maverick. Herrera has met our doberman a few times so immediately Maverick thinks he is there to play and does not alert anyone in the house of his arrival. Herrera greets him accordingly too “hey boy, easy, is anyone else here? Why aren’t you in your crate?” He looks around and hears the subtle sound of water coming from the hallway. He has a puzzled look on his face, Sergeant said his wife wasn’t home, who is back there?. He grabs a pan from the stove and slowly walks back to the sound. Maverick following closely.

When he gets to the bedroom door where the sound is coming from Herrera can tell its the shower, still puzzled by what I could be he slowly walks into the room but stops after taking one step in. He notices gym clothes dropped not he floor, the same tank top that he saw my wife wearing the day she saw me off and the flashback plays in his head of her freely swaying breasts, hard nipples poking through, he freezes and it hits him _she’s home, she’s in there showering_all those times she has dominated his mind over the last couple years and his curiosities have gotten the better of him. Hearing Thomas tell him that he copped a peek that same day, he had felt jealous since that day. All these years he has been around my wife and I and he never got so lucky, Thomas has been cockily talking so much shit since that morning, he could actually have the leg up on him now if he played his cards right.

So he slowly closed the bedroom door behind him, so Maverick wouldn’t be in there and cause any issues. He slowly made his way to the bathroom doorway, he couldn’t see very clearly into the shower as the steam had fogged up the glass sliding door, but he could make out Emily’s blurry image and watched as she scrubbed her body clean of all the post-gym sweat. He was awestruck, seeing her blurred silhouette as it moved only a few feet in front of him, watching her bending over to scrub her legs, or getting her large breasts lathered in soap, if only he could see everything clearly, the sheer satisfaction he would get from that would last years.

As she lathered herself up in her soap, a drop of water slid down the glass clearing away any steam and she caught the slightest glimpse of Herrera standing right there watching her. She was startled a little bit seeing someone she wasn’t expecting to be right there, but the instant she saw him, recognized him, and remembered I told her I gave him the key in case of an emergency, she very quickly put 2 and 2 together and realized I had set him, and her, up for this. So she turned back around to play it off. Continuing to lather herself until she was good and covered in suds, she grabbed the shower head and removed it to clean off the soap appropriately. First leaning her head back and clearing her hair of all shampoo, Herrera watched in a trance, all he could picture was her leaning her head back like that as she rode him, the pleasure coursing through her as she moaned and screamed, he felt his camouflage pants tugging at his throbbing cock, growing instantly at the thoughts he was having, he reached down and started to slowly stroke himself over his pants.

Then she turned facing directly towards him, she poured the water over her sultry skin, all he could do is watch as the blurry white bubbles flowed down her naked body, leaving so much to his imagination which was running wild. She reached up, squeezing her own breast and lifting each one up to ensure no suds were left under each of them, he felt his knees get weak as she let each breast drop and he could just barely make out their independent bounce. She continued to rinse herself off, slowly moving from her breasts down her stomach and pausing for a moment as the forceful streams made contact with her clit. She felt this lighting bolt of pleasure shoot out, weeks of disregard topped with this young Soldier she had fantasized about, watching her in the shower. It was so naughty, so inappropriate, such a turn on. So she let the stream course into her flesh for a few moments, letting out the softest of moans, Herrera had to stop stroking over his pants as her soft moan almost sent him over the edge. He stopped, quietly catching his breath and regaining his composure. Just not as quiet as he thought he was.

Emily heard him exhale and a smile grew across her face, she had heard me do the same so many times while I was trying to control myself and not let our intimate sessions end too quickly. And she knew exactly what she needed to do to step it up. She slid open the glass door, but the angle wouldn’t let Herrera see what she was doing, he almost cut out of there in fear of being caught. He saw her arm reach out and then come back into the shower with something in her hand. He paused, slightly confused by what he was witnessing. He watched as she pressed something against the glass, he noticed a pretty clear tan circle imprinted against the glass. Her blurred figure moved away from the glass, then he saw her hand reach back and grab onto it, it was a dildo, a large tan dildo that she stuck to the glass door. Again he froze, how could this be happening, there’s no way this is real, this is the kinda thing you see in pornos not in real life!. He stood there, hand frozen over his cock as he could make out her bending over slightly and wrapping her hand around the thick toy, stroking it up and down between her lips, she let out a soft moan and then he saw her ass move up against the glass, leaving its imprint while she simultaneously moaned out, freezing with her ass against the glass, she stopped to soak up how full she felt, the toy spreading her apart, the first time she felt that since I left.

She pulled herself off and slowly started to slide herself on and off the tan cock, Herrera couldn’t help himself he started to stroke himself again, the scene so surreal and mind-blowing he could feel a wet spot of precum soaking through his briefs and ultimately his pants, but he couldn’t stop. He stood there watching his Platoon Sergeant’s wife sliding her pussy on and off a large dildo suctioned to the shower glass door, he was a mindless zombie, powerless to what stood before him. Then, the moment that ended it.

Emily thought to herself, What could I do to really take this to a level he doesn’t expect?

She starts moaning, “Mmmmm, fuck,” picking up the speed, Herrera can make out her squeezing her own swinging breast as she fucks this dildo, “mmmm, yeah like that,” she says, “mmmmm fuck, take me, take me Herrera,” he freezes, thinking she must know he’s there, but she keeps going, moaning his_name, “mmmm, yes, harder, harder Herrera,” he doesn’t even realize what her sweet moans are doing to him or that his hand was even still stroking himself involuntarily, within moments he feels himself tense up and his hand locks up around his cock, just watching her ass banging into the glass shower door, imagining him. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to make a sound but over the constant sound of the running water Emily can make out the slightest muffled “ah,” and she knows what she’s accomplished. She slows down herself, “mmmm fuck, fuck, I knew you could stretch me like that,” she glances back where his blurred silhouetted was in her bedroom but it is now vacant. She smiles to herself and slides herself off the large dildo, moaning slightly as she feels herself relaxing. The personal drive she had to _not cum was overwhelming and she needed to get out of the shower.

She slid the door open and dried herself off, going out into the bedroom to get dressed she noticed the smallest drop of something on the carpet in front of the dresser, she leaned down and touched it, then standing up she pressed her index finger and thumb together and then apart seeing a stream of clear fluid connecting them. She smiles to herself, that was the closest she has gotten to her fantasy since we left the states. And if I was willing to push things that far while I was gone, she was going to call my bluff and push all in.

“You think you’re slick or something?” Is the text I wake up to the next morning

“Excuse me? What happened, what are you talking about?”

“Uh huh you know damn well what I am talking about, you sent Herrera to the house? What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Wait, why are you just now texting me about this when it happened last night? Something tells me you weren’t too upset when he was there,”

“That is not the point! You told another man to enter your house to spy on your wife!”

“No thats not true, I told another man that I had a door alarm go off and I wanted him to check on it, you being there taking a shower was completely by accident” I try to explain

“How did you know I was taking a shower? I didn’t say I was in the shower,”

“Ok, fine, I knew what time you typically take your post-gym shower and I might have sent him during that time, why? What happened?”

There was a pause in our texting as I could tell she was thinking about how to answer, “You know what? Nothing, nothing happened, go back to your training,”

I chuckled to myself in my sleeping bag knowing her sexual frustrations were showing through, “oh come on baby, don’t be mad at me, talk to me”

No answer. Nothing. I got the typical morning and nightly messages about her day-to-day, but nothing else on the situation I forced her into, until a week later…when a flurry of videos came through to my phone, and I was left astonished, jealous, but most of all, turned on more than I ever had been before….