Happy Homecomings

Captain and Mrs. Sempels looked like a capital letter T as they rested in the afterglow of their most recent session of homecoming sex. Amber was the top bar, as she lay on her back near her edge of their large bed. Ray was the stem, lying on his right side perpendicular to her with his head entwined in her legs. Her pretty pussy was just inches from his face. He loved how it looked after a good fuck, all shiny and puffy. Like now. Every now and then he would crane his neck forward to give it another kiss or lick.

"It all changed afterward, didn't it?" she said dreamily as she stroked his hair.

"Huh?" he said.

"After Clem told Hue it had been a military couple, a member of his unit, that he'd watched."

Ray kissed her well-fucked lips again. God, he loved this pussy. "Yes," he answered with a small chuckle. "It made the rest of their tour together quite interesting."

"And things changed again today too, didn't they?" she said around a sigh of pleasure for the way his laughing lips made her pussy tingle.

He paused. But instead of answering, he inserted his tongue as deep as he could between her dark pink folds. She responded by pushing away on his forehead. This time he sighed, but not in pleasure.

Ray began answering her question by going back to her first statement. "Back at camp," he said, "it turned out to be just as he'd feared. Hue Lan kept trying to get him to tell her who we were. When he wouldn't tell her, she kept sizing everyone up to try and figure it out for herself. She played it like a murder mystery game, trying to figure out whodunit."

"And did she figure it out?" asked Amber.

"Not according to Clem." Ray gave another small chuckle. "I think we got lucky because she apparently wasn't including officers in her calculations. I guess she couldn't imagine someone who was theoretically more educated and sensible doing something so risky. Especially since they'd have so much more to lose."

"Oh, shit, baby," said Amber. "I didn't even think about that when I took you into the john. Could you really have lost your career over what we did?"

"Darlin', that question did indeed enter my mind once I realized what you were up to. And you know what I came up with? I asked myself, 'What are they going to do? Send me to Iraq?' Then I stopped worrying and just enjoyed the sexiest wife alive." He kissed her love hole again and this time she let him stay a good long while.

When he picked up the story again, he told her that Hue then changed her tactics and started telling Clem that he should seriously try to get the couple to do a homecoming follow up. She'd somehow independently come up with the same idea that Amber had joked about that day.

Amber propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him, incredulous. "She wanted him to try and set up a sexual encounter with someone else? So he could pleasure himself again, while watching the couple make love?"

"Why not?" replied Ray, moving his head back closer to her knee so they could look each other in the eye. "Remember, she was going back to the States while he was returning to Germany; they weren't going to be together anymore. And besides, from what you've heard about her so far, don't you think she would have encouraged him to do it even if she was stationed here?"

Amber thought about it a minute. "I think she would have been trying to find a way to be part of it."

"Bingo," said Ray. "It became one of their new road fantasy games. They'd make up scenarios for how the replay could happen. Sometimes she would just spy in secret and masturbate while Clem was masturbating. Or she'd hide in the stall with him and suck him off without us knowing. Or with us knowing. Or even on the same bed with us."

Amber's eyes squinted. "Captain Sempels, I think we're getting back to the question of, 'Why were you getting so personal with a junior soldier, let alone a counselee?'"

Ray took in a deep breath, then released it slowly. "Same reason as before," he said. "Because it concerns us."

Chapter 15

Amber moved her right leg that was holding him down and gave a little bounce of her left leg to shake him loose from her thigh.

"I think you'd better come up here and tell me what's going on," she said.

They moved and shifted until they were each lying on their sides, facing the other. She stacked some pillows and rested her cheek on them, while he bent an elbow and rested his head in his hand.

"They want the replay to happen, but in one of the ways they imagined it." When Amber just kept looking at him, Ray added, "They want to watch us make love and they want us to watch them."

Amber's eyes bugged, but she said nothing.

"Clem told me he was giving me all these details about what they were doing so that I would understand where they, especially she, were coming from and believe that they were serious. I learned today that Hue actually offered to let me watch her and Clem down there to pay back the favor and because she was really taken with the idea of being watched."

Now Amber came up on her own elbow.

In a calming voice, Ray said, "Evans was fortunately clever enough to not even put that offer in front of me down there. He felt that even if nothing happened, I would be so uncomfortable around Pham that our whole group dynamic after the fight would probably fall apart."

Amber finally spoke. "The way you're telling it almost makes it sound like you're thinking about it. Aren't you the one that said we really dodged a bullet with our bathroom stunt? What's changed?"

Ray reached across the gap and put his hand lightly on his wife's forearm. "Do you remember what you said earlier? During dinner? That doing it in front of someone was a rush, a rush you'd like to feel again. And that doing it again with Clem would be special because of what we've already shared."

"That aside for the moment," she said, "what's changed logistically? Hue Lan went back to...Texas, wasn't it? Are they talking some kind of video hook up or something? Because as crazy as what we did in that bathroom was, I don't think showing up on the Internet is going to help you make Major or me move up to Principal."

"She's coming here," he said. Amber went quiet, her whole body went still.

"For the awards ceremony. The Colonel, hell, all of us, want her to receive her bronze star alongside the people she fought with. And saved. So, her command is giving her TDY orders to come over for the ceremony."

For a second, Amber was so flabbergasted that she almost said, 'Oh, so you think she and Clem should stay here and we can all just walk around naked and fucking?'

But then she remembered who this woman was. Who she was before Amber had started thinking of her, with great affection, as Hue the Whore. This was Army Specialist Hue Lan Pham. This was the soldier who ran through a hail of bullets to get her husband out of his crippled vehicle. Who carried an injured man almost twice her size to safety. Who then ran back to destroy that vehicle and its ammunition stores so the enemy couldn't use them against other soldiers.

"Oh, my God. Of course I'll fuck in front of her if that's what she wants. After what she did for all of you - for us - I'll let the Warrior Princess fuck me."

Chapter 16

At the breakfast table the next morning, Thursday, Ray said, "So, what are we going to do about Clem and Hue?"

"Gee, after the way you attacked me last night when I said I'd let Hue Lan fuck me, I thought it was a done deal that we were going to get together with them."

Ray registered the tease in his wife's tone and answered with the same. "I have to admit, the idea of you and the miniature Zena together got me pretty damned hot."

Then his wicked smile shifted to the side of his face as he screwed it up into a highly dubious expression. "But if you thank her that, um, deeply, isn't young Clement going to expect the same? And George Tompkins too, for that matter?"

Amber flashed back to college, long before she'd met Ray, and the two threesomes she'd taken part in. One with a man and another woman and one with two men. She'd enjoyed both experiences and Ray had fucked her hard a number of times over their years together as she recounted the lusty adventures. Now, some dozen years later, even though she'd only seen Clem Evans once live and Warrior Hue and Gunner George only over a couple of Skype calls, their young faces fit easily into her college memories of debauchery. But she wasn't a 20-year-old college student anymore, she was a 32-year-old high school vice principal in the military dependents school system.

"Tell me their plan again. I know it sounded feasible last night when you were driving my face into the pillows, but I suppose we really should consider it in the light of day," she told her husband.

He told her. The key points in its favor still sounded good. Their encounter would take place far away from base, so there'd be no witnesses who knew them. Hue Lan would return to Texas afterward. And Clem himself had orders to report to Joint Base Lewis-McChord near Tacoma, Washington in September. So there'd be no familiar faces around to remind them of lingering regrets or temptations.

She kept returning to the plan throughout her day at the high school. Examining it, debating it, trying to come up with a stable measure of risk versus reward. That last part was especially hard. Sometimes she easily blew it off as not worth any consideration except as an idea for the next story she and Ray might write for Literotica. But other times she found herself growing moist as she imagined following through on the risky and exciting idea.

During one of those swings of the decision pendulum, she was seriously considering sneaking off to the faculty restroom to rub one out, when a staff member came to her office with yet another last-minute issue with the graduation ceremony. Since Amber had lead responsibility for the graduation and it was tomorrow night, both her naughty proclivities and her internal debate over the The Plan would have to wait. But not for too long, she reminded herself as she headed toward the school auditorium. The welcome home barbecue was the day after that, and she knew Clem would be there and wanting to know if she and Ray were in or out.

Chapter 17

"Mmm, something smells great," said Ray as he came in the front door that evening. He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Amber stirring a pot.

"Welcome home," she smiled, before giving him a kiss.

Looking over her shoulder, he saw it was her homemade vegetable soup. A hearty broth simmered gently, as generous chunks of various vegetables and beans swam through the currents. He loved that soup, but he knew it took a couple of hours to prepare. Then he remembered that today had been the last day of classes and she had probably been home no later than 2:00. She must have been working on this on and off ever since.

"How did the dress rehearsal go?" he asked as he moved to the fridge and took out a cold bottle of Peroni Nastro Azzuro. He didn't have to break a General Order to enjoy a cold brew anymore but had developed a lasting taste for the beers his Italian contacts had snuck to him downrange. Amber nodded when he held the bottle toward her, and he pulled out another.

"Surprisingly well," she answered as she took an opened bottle from his hand. "As long as none of the girls switch to much higher heels tomorrow night, I think we'll get everybody across the stage with no falls this year."

Ray crossed the neck of his bottle with hers and said, "Here's to no falls."

She clinked with him and both took a long, refreshing sip.

Ray headed upstairs to change out of his uniform, taking the bottle of beer with him. It was half empty when he came back down, wearing a pair of loose-fitting linen trousers and a well-worn Guayabera shirt he'd picked up during their honeymoon in Mexico. On his feet were some equally worn Sanuk slip-ons. She really needed to get him to update up his wardrobe.

He set the table as she pulled a loaf of French bread out of the oven and transferred soup from the cooking pot to a covered tureen. Soon they were dipping chunks of the warm bread into their soup bowls. Ray enjoyed a second beer, while Amber switched to red wine.

"God, I love this soup," enthused Ray. "So much flavor." He took another big spoonful.

"Thank you, baby."

After another couple of minutes marked only by the clinks of spoons against soup bowls and delicate slurps, Amber spoke.

"I kind of think I want to," she said, looking at him over her soup spoon.

He returned her look, remaining quiet for a few heartbeats. Then, "Me too. But this is really not so much about want as it is about should, don't you think?"

She nodded. "Okay then. I think we should."

Ray said nothing, just took another sip of soup, although his eyes remained on hers.

She put her spoon down and held up her hand. As she spoke, she put a finger up for each point she made as she talked through The Plan.

- "We've already talked about a beach vacation. And from what I read online today; Croatia is really nice.

- "We haven't considered clothing optional or naturist resorts just because it's outside of our experience. But we have sunbathed nude before. At the resort they found we wouldn't have to sneak to do it and we wouldn't run into anyone we know.

- "Which is also point three. The danger isn't so much about having sex in public, as it is about who in our professional lives would know. In this case, only the four of us would know.

- "Four, Hue Lan is only here for the week, and we'll probably never see her again. And Clem is PCSing in early September and we'll probably never see him again either. So, no uncomfortable reminders bumping into us in the Commissary or PX.

- "And number five, we both really got off on making it in front of an audience and can hardly expect to have such a unique opportunity to try it again."

Ray just nodded.

Amber began counting the other way, listing out the cons, and pulling a finger down for each one.

- "One of them could flake out afterwards and expose us." Her thumb began going down, but stopped halfway.

"But even after all they've been through together, from hair-raising danger to hair-curling sex, Clem still hasn't told Hue who we are. And for her part, she's willing to go on this little adventure with complete strangers, so she's obviously into the play, not the actors." She left the thumb sticking out to the side. "Call it a half-point deduction.

- "They could try to take things further than we want and we could find ourselves in a really uncomfortable situation." She put the thumb all the way down.

"But I'm still only taking off a half-point. It's not like they can overpower us or we can't just leave whenever we want."

She sat there with four fingers poking up.

"And I can't really think of any others because it's still all about you and me doing what we love to do, only with an audience."

He reached his hand across the table and put his four fingertips against hers.

"Nude sunbathing on a beach on the Adriatic does sound good and wouldn't get us into trouble anyway," he agreed. "And that still could be all we end up doing if things don't feel right when we get there. When we see Clem on Saturday, we'll make it clear that we're only agreeing to a vacation together. Nothing beyond that is guaranteed."

Amber smiled and Ray slid his fingers in between hers and they clasped each other's hand.

Chapter 18

Friday evening's High School graduation did go off well, with no falls or dropped diplomas. There was one stumble; not a girl in high heels, but a boy who thought it would be funny to wear beach thongs instead of dress shoes. He caught the toe of a flip-flop on the edge of the stage as he went up the steps and stumbled his way across until the principal caught and steadied him.

"Before summer's over," Ray said now, some hours later, "He'll be telling that story like he meant to do it all along and it was the funniest gag ever."

"And that was our Salutatorian," Amber groaned. "Oh, God, what's going to happen when he gets elected to Congress?"

Ray laughed, then took up the bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and poured some more into his palm. After rubbing his hands together, he returned them to the glistening back of his lovely bride.

She groaned again, only this time in pleasure, instead of despair for the nation's future.

"Well, we won't worry about that right now," Ray said as he worked his fingers into her muscles. "Tonight, we're here to congratulate Mrs. Sempels on another successful year. 100% graduation rate. Zero drug busts. And zero pregnancies. A clean sweep in all the most important metrics for Vice Principals."

"And if any of them get pregnant tonight," she moaned, "it's not on me."

Ray had been straddling his wife's hips and now he slid backwards to the tops of her thighs. His oiled hands began massaging her firm round globes on either side of his thickening penis that lay along the crack of her ass.

"Speaking of getting pregnant," he said.

The couple had always planned on starting a family, they'd just been waiting for various hurdles to be cleared. To finish some training or get established in a new job or secure a promotion. The latest had been to get his long deployment behind him, so he could be reasonably sure of not having to go downrange again for at least another two years.

"My prescription is almost used up," she said, talking about her birth control pills. "Should I not bother getting it refilled?"

"How much do you have left?"

"Three weeks' worth."

"That will take us to the other side of Croatia," he said. "I say don't get a refill yet, but you'll still have time if the trip changes our thinking in any way."

"Are you being fatalistic?" she asked, with a touch of concern in her voice. She sure as hell wasn't going to follow through on any of their crazy talk if it might threaten her relationship with this man she loved so dearly.

Ray laughed. "No, I was just thinking that if we decide we like being exhibitionists, we might delay the kid to give us a year or two to play this new game before we're tied down with parenting and start developing Mom- and Dad-bods."

Amber laughed, realizing that one of the many things she'd missed with him gone was how adorably goofy her husband could be. She began shaking her hips side to side, rubbing the underside of his slippery prick. "You mean you wouldn't want people to watch you screw your wife when she had a big belly and floppy tits?"

Ray suddenly gripped her ass cheeks tight together against his cock and began stroking forward and back. She swore she could feel his pulse throbbing against her anus.

"Fuck!" he grunted. "I just pictured you pregnant. With a lovely round belly and breasts beginning to swell with milk, and it's one of the sexiest thoughts I've ever had."

She squeezed her cheeks to grip him even harder. "So sexy that you'd still let other people watch you do me after I'm knocked up?"

He took his cock in his hand and began dragging the head down and up across her anus, perineum, and lower labia. "Imagine a Lamaze class where I fuck you in front of five other pregnant couples and then we watch each of them."

"Damn, you are a pervert," she moaned. "Fuck me now and show me your baby-making skills."

Ray saw her vagina was starting to open and began moving his tip toward it. Then he paused, looking at the baby oil that was now all over his cock. "Do we have any other lubricants available?"

"My nightstand drawer," she replied.

Ray stretched out to his left to reach the drawer. Opening it, he found a couple of interesting, even provocative items that hadn't been in there before he'd deployed. He definitely needed to learn more about the ways she'd been passing her time during his absence. For now, however, he found and removed a small plastic bottle of personal lubricant. He also grabbed a washcloth from a small stack in the drawer. Those had always been there for post-coital cleanup.