Passion for the Holidays: Thanksgiving [M27/F25] [outdoor sex] [edging] [standing blowjob] [finger fucking] [cowgirl] [fantasy sharing] [erotic romance] [military couple]

When Garry told me that we’d be missing our second Thanksgiving in a row I pretty much lost it. He didn’t deserve my rage, but I just couldn’t hold back any more. He was on his second tour in the Navy, and I hadn’t seen him in months, and his ship couldn’t be without him for even a long weekend?  

I cried as he kept repeating, “Sam, I’m so sorry,” even though it wasn’t his fault, and that only made me sadder and angrier. We could at least see each other via our Zoom conversation, but even that made me feel self-conscious. I was a blubbery mess, yet Garry looked handsome, rugged, serious, and concerned. 

We said goodbye, and over the next few weeks my mood didn’t improve. I missed my husband. We were young. We loved each other. We should have been on long walks or going to movies or sharing laughs over dinner. And oh my god did I miss sex. Garry was so good in bed, and I missed kissing him, holding him, and feeling him inside me.  

I knew so many Navy wives who had affairs, and I didn’t blame them really. There was nothing to the liaisons other than just fulfilling a physical need. It was one of those things that happened and no one talked about. We all knew similar things were happening with husbands. For many, it was a just part of being a military couple.

Not me, however. God knows, I’ve had enough guys hit on me, but I didn’t want to have sex. I wanted to have sex with Garry. So I became good friends with my Hitachi, which I kind of pathetically named Garry. Garry was really good at getting me off, but it wasn’t as good as Garry, who could make me shudder with an amazing and unpredictable touch or bite or even slap on my ass. 

My family and in-laws both asked me to travel and spend Thanksgiving with them, but I declined. I was depressed enough that I just wanted to be alone. To my shock, Garry agreed with my plan, in fact he said he thought it would be good for me. I wasn’t sure whether he wanted me to share in his misery of being alone or whether he just was being unthoughtful, but it did kind of hurt.

Thanksgiving arrived, and my plan was to just wallow in my alone-ness. It didn’t help that we lived on a beautiful small ranch outside of San Bernardino. It wasn’t a working farm, but we had some goats, a pony, and just enough chickens to be annoying. The joy Garry and I shared in just living there was hard to describe.

So normally I would consider it heaven—it was gorgeous and intimate. But on this particular Thanksgiving the former made me miss Garry all the more, while the latter just reinforced my sad situation.

I had finished my morning ritual of feeding all the animals and then going for a short walk along one of the dirt paths that led to the small forest that bordered our land. The path itself was more scrub brush than pretty grass, but among the trees there was a wonderful little creek that was usually bubbling with water that made its way from the San Gabriel Mountains. Nearly every day I would sit on the same rock, take my shoes off, and just sit and enjoy the beauty as the water flowed over my feet.

That morning I had made the walk to avoid depression. I couldn’t get myself over the fact that Garry would be sitting in small cabin in the Pacific Ocean when we should have been laughing over turkey and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie. I stared at the ground as I made my way back, wondering if I should bother with cooking anything, not that it mattered since I hadn’t really bought any Thanksgiving food.

“So was the creek dry, Sam?”

In a shock that staggered me, I looked up to see Garry standing on the path in his uniform. He had the biggest smile on his face as he dropped his duffel bag and walked toward me. “Garry!” I cried out, the word full of all the emotions I felt and that were erupting inside me.

My husband is home and he looks so handsome and my god I love him in his uniform and his smile is so radiant and I want him to hold me no I want to hold him I need to hold him and never let him go because I never want him to go and why am I crying I’m happy so happy my lover my friend my husband is here with me.

He’s here.

I don’t know how we closed the distance. One moment he was standing there smiling and the next I was holding him or he was holding me and it didn’t matter because I felt his soft lips pressing against mine and I could smell him and oh god he always smelled so good and why couldn’t I think straight?

Running my hands through his hair, we kissed. We held each other, and all I could feel was his lips parting, and then our tongues touching and dancing. He pulled back for a moment, and I licked the tip of his nose, which caused him to pull me even closer. We kissed again, our tongues soft and wet against each other.

At some point the love welcomed desire, our lips, tongues, hands, and bodies touching filled me with the desire that had been unfulfilled for so long. I wanted all of him, as I felt his hard cock pressing against me through his uniform I knew he wanted me. 

He let go, and we stared into each other’s eyes as we held hands. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I whispered.

“Surprise!” he replied.

With a mock frown I punched him lightly in the arm. “You jerk! I hate surprises! I’ve been depressed for weeks over missing you.”

“I could go back if this is a problem.” Garry smiled a mischievous smile, and I shook my head.

“I missed you so much,” was all I could say as a reply.

“I missed you, too.” We kissed again, and as we did I let my desire loose. I ran my hands along his back and down to his tight butt. I pulled his crotch against mine, feeling his hardness against me. Garry’s hands and fingers roamed over my back and ass.

My heart was beating fast as pulled back and looked up into his eyes. I was nearly shaking with anticipation and desire. He had been gone so long. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

I brought my hand around and pressed it against his cock. We’d always had a sense of fun in our relationship, so I smiled rather wickedly and said, “I can tell you’ve missed me.” I ran my hands up and down his cock, squeezing it through the uniform material. He was so hard. “A lot.”

“You have no idea,” Garry whispered.

“Do you remember how we said goodbye?” I knew he remembered, but I had to tease him. On that day months earlier he was dressed in his uniform waiting for his buddy Jason to pick him up to take him to the airport. Jason called Garry’s cell and told him he was ten minutes away. I got on my knees and said, “If you don’t come within nine minutes, Jason is going to get quite a show.” I then gave him a goodbye blowjob. The risk was kind of thrilling, with me pulling my lips away from his cock and to tell him things like, “You better hurry, I need to take at least a little bit of time to lick you clean for the trip.” Garry finished well before Jason’s arrival.

“Jesus, Sam. How could I forget?” he said, practically moaning as I continued to rub my hand up and down the front of his pants. I leaned forward, gave him a quick kiss and then bit and slightly tugged on his bottom lip. “You need a proper welcome home.” I unbuttoned the top of his pants. “Well, maybe proper isn’t the right word.”

I slid down to my knees and unbuttoned the rest of his buttons. Tugging on the legs, I pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was staring at me in raw anticipation as I looked up at him. I smiled and licked my lips as I wrapped my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down.

His cock sprang free and appeared even bigger than I had remembered. It was hard as iron and at a sharp angle. It was gorgeous. I grabbed Garry’s ass with my hands, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. As it jerked back from my touch, a small bit of precum left a string from my lips to his cock. I licked my lips. God, how I missed touching his cock, tasting it, feeling it. 

I wanted nothing more than to take it in my mouth, but I wanted to tease Garry a bit, to push him to where when he came it would be with him unable to maintain any control whatsoever. I brought my right hand around and wrapped my fingers around it. I squeezed and then stroked it up and down.  Precum dripped from the tip, and I looked up at Garry. “You haven’t jerked off in a long time, have you?”

“How do you know that?” 

“You cock is so hard it could break stone, and you have so much precum. It’s like you are overflowing.”

“Is that a problem?” He reached down and ran a hand through my hair. Fuck, he couldn’t possibly do anything more right. I wanted him so bad.

“Not at all. In fact—” I reached forward and sucked on the head of his cock for a moment. “—It’s a special bonus.” I continued to stroke his cock with my right hand. “So here’s the question.” He stared at me, halfway between being lost in pleasure and being curious at what I was going to say. “When you come in my mouth is it going to overflow down my chin or am I going to be able to swallow all of it?”

Garry groaned. “Fuck, Sam, you are so hot.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked on the head for a bit, running my tongue back and forth along the underside of the tip, which I knew drove him crazy. With my hands clutching his ass, I pulled him forward and took it deep into my mouth. 

Moving my mouth down and up, I lost myself in the feeling of his hard cock sliding along my soft tongue.  As I continued, Garry gripped my hair in his fingers and shoved my head further down on his cock. He was losing himself to the sensation, and I loved that. It was so incredibly hot when Garry just wanted nothing more than to use my body to take him to the pinnacle of pleasure. So as his cock pressed hard against my throat and his fingers pulled my hair I didn’t mind. I focused on his hard ass muscles taut against my hands, and his quiet exclamations of “oh yeah” and “God, that feels so good.”

After him practically fucking my mouth for a bit, I pulled back, kissing the tip before once again taking it in my hand. As I slowly stroked it, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me, pure desire and pleasure in his face. Precum and saliva dripped down my chin and to my white dress. “This is getting messy.” I stroked him faster and watched as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I hope you’re getting close to coming, because I want your cum here—” I pointed in my mouth. “And not here—” I pointed to my chin, which was still dripping with precum.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he replied. Continuing to stroke his cock, I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard while my tongue teased him. I used my other hand to gently stroke and rub his balls, and that seemed to do it. “Oh god, don’t stop. Fuck yeah,” he said between pants. 

Grabbing my head with both of his hands, Garry pushed my mouth further down his cock and then helped me move it back and forth a few times before holding my head still. I could feel his fingers tense as he moaned. Hot cum shot into my mouth. It was crazy how fast and strong it hit my throat. Before I could swallow another stream hit the back of my mouth, nearly as fast as the previous shot. I quickly swallowed as more cum shot out. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh yeah,” he groaned as even more cum dripped into my mouth. I swallowed and squeezed more out of Garry’s cock, sucking and licking it clean. He had never had that much cum before. 

“Wow,” I said, standing up with a smile.

“I’m the one who should be saying wow!” he exclaimed, helping me up. He leaned forward and gave me a long kiss on the lips. Before I could explain that I meant his volume of cum, Garry spun me around and wrapped his arms around me from behind. His chest was against my back, and his cock was pressing against my ass through my dress. Leaning down, he kissed and nibbled my neck while his hands caressed my tits through the thin material of my cotton dress.

I shivered as he squeezed both my nipples. His hot breath brushed my ear as he whispered, “There’s not much to do over there.” He always called it “over there.” Not the Middle East or Afghanistan. “So I spent my time preparing to be with you.” Reaching down, he lifted my dress with both his hands while his lips pressed against my ear. My dress was above my hips and he slipped his fingers under my panties and pulled them down. He crouched down, and I shivered as his fingers slid down my legs while holding my panties. He stood back up as my panties dropped to my ankles. As he did, I could feel his hard cock brushing against the back of my thigh and ass. Wait. How can he still be hard? He just came.

He tugged my dress up and with his cock pressed against my ass, he wrapped his left arm around me, running his hands over my tits. It felt so good as he lowered his right hand between my legs. His finger slid across my clit, and I shuddered as he slowly ran it up and down the lips of my pussy. “That feels so good,” I whispered.

“So this is what I learned after watching a bunch of videos. I may not be good at it as I’ve had no practice, but I think I have a good idea on what to do.” There was pride and excitement and anticipation in his voice. I was about to tease him about making excuses for watching porn while being away from me when he slid his finger inside me, making me gasp.

With the palm of his hand pressing against my clit, he pressed his finger against the top of my pussy. “God, you are so wet,” he whispered. He slid his finger along my G-spot while he licked my earlobe. “Are you ready?” 

The pressure on my clit and G-spot were exquisite, and while I didn’t know what he had in mind, I was totally ready for it. “Fuck yeah,” I whispered. 

And without any warning, he quickly and almost violently lifted and lowered his hand against the top of my pussy, slamming his palm into my clit and his finger against my G-spot. The pure power of the pleasure was overwhelming. I had seen this technique in a few porn videos and always thought it was kind of scary, the way the guy’s hand pounds the girl’s pussy seemed painful. 

Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. I went from zero to orgasm faster than I ever had in my life. His hand drove in and up and out and down rhythmically and hard. Each movement provided extraordinary pleasure. The whole time his hard cock was pressed against my ass and his arms were wrapped around me in the most erotic hug ever.

“Oh yeah. I’m coming. Don’t stop. Fuck. Yes!” It was as if my pussy was a volcano, and the eruption just happened out of the blue. I felt the most intense orgasmic pleasure from both inside and out. I squeezed my legs together against his hand as I was overwhelmed with the sensation. I couldn’t help it as my legs twitched and I practically collapsed into Garry’s arms. He didn’t stop, however, and I tried to pull away. He continued until I reached down and pushed against his hand moaning, “Holy fuck, that’s enough. Please stop. You’re going to kill me.” 

I stood there panting, barely able to stand, with Garry holding me in his arms. “Death by orgasm. I guess I got it right.” Garry smirked.

“Jesus. If that’s what happens when you study porn in your lonely tent, by all means watch more porn.” I reached down to pull up my panties and noticed that my hands were shaking. 

After leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my shoulder, Garry replied, “It wasn’t really porn. More like instructional videos.”

Smoothing my dress, I turned around and looked at my beloved. He had the most serene and beautiful smile on his face. I took a deep breath and then kissed him. As I did I felt his hard cock press against me through my dress. Pulling away, I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It was hard. Not rock hard, but it was definitely fuckable hard. I couldn’t stop myself and asked, “Did you take Viagra for your homecoming?”

Gently taking my hand and pulling it away, he laughed as he leaned down to pull up his underwear and pants. “No. It’s called edging. You do these exercises that give you really good recovery.” He winked as he buttoned his pants. “I figured if I’m going to surprise you on Thanksgiving for a long weekend, I may as well make it long Thanksgiving weekend.” 

“Well, I’m very thankful.” I smiled. “By the way, we’re going to have to cook together for Thanksgiving dinner. I have a turkey, but I really don’t have anything prepared. You know, being alone and everything.” 

“We’ll cook. We’ll eat a great dinner together. We’ll talk about how thankful we are for various things, and then we’ll have dessert.”

He smacked my ass and then picked up his duffel bag. “That and a few other surprises.”

We held hands as we walked to the house. It was quiet and beautiful, and while I think that Garry considered the walk romantic and sweet, all I could think of was hoping that we finished dinner fast because I wanted to fuck him so bad and find out what other surprises he had in store for me.

I wasn’t lying. I did have a turkey, but it was frozen and unusable for a dinner that night. So I scrounged around for about as nice a dinner as I could prepare. As Garry helped me I kept apologizing when I pulled down this canned item or that bottled sauce. 

“Stop apologizing! I didn’t come home for the food. I came home for you.” He helped make the salad and the mashed potatoes and then set the table as I worked on turning turkey lunch meat into a fancy meal by way of bottled gravy and a healthy dose of side dish camouflage.

I at least had some nice wine, a bottle of white that we were going to drink before he left but which we never opened. I filled Garry’s glass and didn’t know what to say as I sat across from him. I just stared at his gorgeous face, so incredibly happy the he was home. There was so much I wanted to do. Sex, sure. I loved having sex with him, but I also wanted to go to a movie, watch TV, go for a drive, a walk, and out for dinner. There was just so much that I wanted to do but I knew I couldn’t. We didn’t have time for a lifetime of togetherness during a long weekend.

So I stared at him and just lived with the hope that his presence gave me.

Garry was quiet as he ate, and I wanted to ask about his life and how he was, if there was anything I could do to make his being away any easier. But if there’s one thing you learn as a military wife with a husband in hostile territory, you don’t ask about it unless it is volunteered. So I returned to the tried and true, “I missed you so much,” I said, in between bites. 

Looking up at me, his eyes were deep pools of intense blue. “Do you know the hardest part about being away from you?” 

“I can guess,” I replied, running my foot up his leg.

“Yes, I missed that.” His smile was as sweet and beautiful as I remembered. “But that’s not what I was talking about.” Taking a deep breath, he continued. “I found it difficult not being near you. That’s it. Just having you so far away. We don’t even have to talk or do anything. Just having you in the same room makes my life better.” He lowered his head. “And having you far away makes it worse.”

He could not have said anything more romantic and yet depressing if he had tried. In a few sentences he revealed how much he loved me and how hard it was being deployed. Pushing my chair back, I replied, “Oh, honey…” I stood up and walked over to him. “I would do anything to be with you” was all I could say. 

Wrapping my arms around him from behind him, I kissed the top of his head. He held my hands against his chest and looked back up over his shoulder. I lowered my head, and we kissed. Standing up, I tugged on his hands. “Come on. Let’s go cuddle for a bit. I want to just feel you hold me.”

Not saying anything, Garry nodded and stood up. We kissed again, which I cut short by taking a step toward the bedroom and pulling on his arm. “Naked. Bed. Us.” I bumped his hip with mine. He didn’t say anything, but the way he wove his fingers in mine said everything that needed to be said.

As Garry sat on the bed, I undressed for him. I unbuttoned my dress and let it fall to my ankles. He stared at my body, and I loved the desire I saw in his eyes. There’s just nothing like a lover focusing only on you. I squeezed my tits together and smiled. “They missed you.” I reached behind and unsnapped my bra. I let it hang on my tits for a moment, enjoying Garry staring at my chest. With a little shoulder shimmy the bra fell to the floor.

Running my hands over my tits, I caressed them and squeezed my nipples. I loved stripping for my husband. He always looks like he’s about to receive the greatest gift in the world and someone is doing him a favor by unwrapping it for him, and that gift is me! I walked up to Garry, leaned forward and kissed him. He reached up and caressed my tits with his hands. 

Part of me didn’t want him to stop—I just loved the feeling of having him touch me—but another part of me wanted to continue our fun foreplay. Standing up straight, I pulled my chest away from his hands and waved a finger at him. He smiled as I turned around. Looking over my shoulder, I put my hands under my panties and slid them down as I bent forward. 

With my ass and pussy exposed, Garry reached out and ran a hand up my leg, pausing to slide his finger along my pussy before caressing my ass with his hand. I closed my eyes and didn’t move as he moved his hand down between my legs again, stroking my pussy with his fingers. 

“Fuck, Sam, you get wet so fast,” he said as he slid a finger between my lips and into my pussy. I wasn’t kidding earlier—I really did want to just cuddle with him. I thought it was important for us to be intimate and close while we whispered and talked. So despite my burning desire for him to stand up, grab my hips and just fuck me from behind, I forced myself to stand up straight and turn around. 

“Your turn,” I said, walking over and putting my hands on the buttons of his shirt. I had it half unbuttoned when I couldn’t stop myself and ran my hands over his hard chest and down along his abs. “I love your body,” I whispered.

Grabbing my hand, Garry kissed the back of my fingers and replied, “And my body loves you.”

I finished unbuttoning his shirt and immediately unfastened his pants. I tried not to get distracted by his cock, but it was difficult when as I was pulling down his pants I could see it hard and pressing against his underwear. With a tug his pants came free, and I reached up and grabbed his boxer briefs. I lifted the waistband over his hard cock and pulled them down to his ankles and then completely off. 

What can I say? I couldn’t help myself and as I pulled myself up I took a quick detour to kiss and give a quick suck to the end of his Garry’s cock. He fell back onto the bed, and I was pretty sure he thought I was going to give him another blowjob. Instead, I surprised him by standing up and walking around to the bed. I crawled in under the covers, and as he looked back at me I patted the bed next to me.

“Time to cuddle. You know: Naked. Bed. Us.” 

Smiling, he stood up and replied, “Cuddling sounds great, but when I hear naked, bed, and us, my mind immediately goes to something more involved.”

“Oh, we are definitely going to get more involved, but what’s the hurry? I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to feel your breath against my cheek and your hands pressed against my heart.” Garry crawled into bed and wiggled over to me.

I turned away from him as I rested on my right elbow. He pulled himself up against my body and slid his arm under me. As I lowered myself to the mattress, Garry wrapped his arms around me and pressed his body against my back in spooning fashion.

His hands cupped my breasts, but he didn’t caress them or my nipples. His cock was clearly hard and pressed against my ass, which was a pretty big turn on in and of itself. His face was buried in my hair, with his lips near my ear. I slid my foot between his calves and enjoyed the feeling of our legs being intertwined while our bodies were skin-to-skin.

We didn’t say anything. I put my hands on Garry’s, and he would give me a hug, pressing our bodies together. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of us being one. 

After a few minutes, I whispered, “So tell me about this edging thing. Where did you learn about it, and what’s it all about?”

I knew it was working whatever it was. Garry had always been a one shot guy. A great lover but after he came he was done for at least a day. He had just had an explosive orgasm and a few hours later he felt rock hard. Something was different.

“It does a few things, all of which I thought would make sex better for both of us.”

“So this is what you think about in the desert? Making sex better?”

“All I think about in the desert is you.” I pressed his hands against my heart.  “That’s just one part of it. The truth is I started because I knew you are able to have like a kazillion orgasms in a night, and I wanted to share at least part of that.”

“Well, it’s not a kazillion.” Although he was right, I was very multi-orgasmic and could come again and again until I was a breathless puddle. 

“Also, I was a bit jealous.”

“Ah, the truth comes out!” I replied, to which Garry responded by giving my neck a small bite. I got him back by pushing my ass against his cock and rubbing it up and down, sliding him between my cheeks. That would distract him! Before he could get any ideas, I added, “So how does it work?”

“Well, I bring myself close to orgasm and then just stop. There are a bunch of different ways to do it, and I combined two: I jerked off a lot, stopping whenever I got close to coming, and when I did come it was only every week or so.”

“So what I’m hearing is that while deployed you jerk off a lot.” That led to a sharp smack on my ass, which did nothing but make me even more turned on. 

“More like being frustrated a lot!” he said, post-smack. 

“So you had an orgasm every week or even longer?”

“Yes. That helps with hardness apparently,” Garry replied.

“Oh, I could tell that right away. That and your cum.”

“Oh, you noticed that?”

“Are you kidding? You were like a fountain.” 

Garry laughed. “Yeah, it also leads to a lot more cum.”

“So you last longer, your cock is harder, you shoot porn star amounts of cum, and you can go at it multiple times?”

“Pretty much.”

“Will you marry me?” I asked, which elicited a laugh from Garry. 

By then I was ready to move on from cuddling. We had held each other and were enjoying a conversation. Sure it was about sex, but it was still a conversation. But more than anything the talk of sex and feeling Garry’s cock achingly close to my pussy made me want him inside me so bad.

In fact, I wanted him deep inside me which meant he was either going to fuck me doggy style or I was going to ride him cowgirl. Mmmmm. There were no bad choices. I moved my hips up and down, feeling as Garry’s cock got harder as it slid up and down between my ass cheeks. It felt slippery, and all I could think was that his cock was dripping precum, which made me even hotter.

Without stopping, I whispered, “All this talk of hard cocks and cum is really turning me on.”

Garry replied by moving his fingers to my nipples, which tingled as he squeezed and caressed them. In my ear, I heard a commanding whisper. “Spread your legs.”

I didn’t even hesitate and lifted my left leg up, bending it at the knee. He slid his hand from my tits, along my waist, and then down over my ass, to between my legs from behind—his fingers caressing my skin. As I felt his fingertips brush against my ass I had to take a deep breath from the anticipation and pleasure of his touch. With a single finger, he traced a line down the crack of my ass. I focused on his touch as his finger paused at the entrance to my ass, teasing me with a firm press before sliding down further to my pussy lips. 

Continuing with his finger, Garry stroked my pussy lips from behind, lightly spreading them as he moved up and down. “You are so wet,” he whispered. With a light touch, he stroked my clit, which made me gasp in pleasure.

I was enjoying his touch, but I hadn’t felt his cock inside me in months. “I’m wet because I want your cock inside me,” I said. 

Garry was quiet and then pulled his hand away. He wasn’t moving, and I thought I may have said or done something wrong when I felt him slide up against me. We spooned and once again I felt Garry’s cock pressed against my ass. Why didn’t he fuck me? God, I needed him to fuck me.

His voice practically a growl, he whispered in my ear. “The only place I could masturbate over there was in the latrine. I’d close the door behind me, and stand over the toilet.” His words were kind of disturbing, but his voice was so intense that I was transfixed. “I’d close my eyes and think of you.” His cock was getting harder against my ass as he spoke. “I’d be standing there, imagining you like earlier. On your knees sucking my cock.” As he spoke his hands caressed my tits and my nipples. I slipped my hands between my legs and stroked my clit. I found his description of masturbating on deployment incredibly erotic. 

“I’d get so close to coming, but then I’d stop, button my pants, and leave.” I pressed my ass against his cock, which was now really hard. “I’d always have to stand. So I’d imagine you bent over the bed, and me standing behind you. I’d just stand there and fuck you while your hands grasped the sheets.”

His story was totally getting me off as I stroked myself. As he spoke again I realized I was going to come. “Jesus, Garry. Don’t stop. Tell me how you fantasized fucking me.”

“My favorite, however, was imagining I was kneeling behind you, and you were on your hands and knees in front of me. I’d grab your hips and just fuck you hard doggy style.” I imagined him doing that at that moment, and the pleasure in my clit spread down to my pussy as I slid my fingers inside me.

“Fuck, I’m coming. Yes. Don’t stop. Tell me how you fucked me. Keep talking. Oh yeah.” 

“My eyes would be closed as I imagined fucking you until you screamed in pleasure. But still I wouldn’t come because I wanted to fuck you again and again and again.” I pushed against my clit with my fingers and tensed as the orgasm exploded with pleasure. I tensed and pushed my legs straight out as all of my body went taut as the waves of the orgasm spread through my body. 

Panting, I said, “Fuck, that was so hot.” I reached around with my left hand and wrapped it around Garry’s cock. He was so hard as I stroked him. There was precum all over the head of his cock, and I slid it over and between my fingers as I stroked him with his own slippery cum.

I was still recovering from my orgasm as I slowly stroked Garry’s cock. As he whispered, “Fuck, that feels good,” it gave me an idea. I had my own fantasies with the Hitachi, but my favorite was one didn’t quite work with the large vibrator—me riding Garry hard.  There was something about writhing up and down on a hard cock that made me warm all over. 

I let go of his cock and rolled over onto my left side, facing Garry, who was on his right side. I put my hand on his left shoulder and gently pushed him onto his back. As he lay on his back next to me, I ran my fingers down his hard abs to his cock and took it in my right hand. At the same time, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. As I pulled away, I said, “Time for me to tell you one of my fantasies.”

Cuddling up next to him, I slid a leg over his and placed my lips against his ear as I stroked his cock. “You weren’t the only one who had to make do by masturbating. I missed you so much I’d stop doing what I was doing and imagine you inside me practically everywhere I went. I’ve fucked you on a kitchen chair, on the sofa, out in the fields during a picnic, in the shower, in the tub.”

“We will definitely do it in all those places,” Garry replied, ending his comment with a moan. I ran my thumb over the slippery head of his cock. His legs jerked, and he whispered, “Oh yeah. That feels so good.” 

“My favorite fantasy, however, was coming home from a lonely walk in the morning and finding you lying in bed.” Sliding my hand down his cock, I caressed his balls. “Just like how you are now.” I opened my hand and slid my palm up the bottom of Garry’s cock, wrapping my fingers around it when my palm reached the tip. “Your cock would be as hard as it is now.” I squeezed. “But you’d be asleep, and I’d picture myself crawling on top of you and then just lowering myself onto your cock. Your eyes would open, and I would ride you until we both came.”

Pulling myself up on my elbow, Garry said the absolute perfect thing. “I’m asleep.” His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. 

I lifted my leg and slid it over him, positioning my body above his. Leaning forward and pressing my tits against his chest, I kissed Garry on the lips. “I love you so much,” I whispered. My heart skipped a beat as Garry lifted his hips and his cock pressed against my pussy. I ached to feel him inside me.

I leaned back and shivered as the shaft of Garry’s thick cock pressed between my pussy lips. I was going to slide back and forth feeling his cock slip up and down between my lips, but I was desperate to feel him inside me—and not just inside me, I wanted to ride him hard.

Lifting myself up on my knees, I reached down and took Garry’s cock in my hand. I positioned the tip between my pussy lips and slowly lowered myself onto it. I adore that initial friction as the cock takes extra time to slide in. I closed my eyes and just savored the feeling of his soft skin and hard cock slowly pushing inside me. 

I lowered myself until my ass was pressed against his legs and hips. As I held him deep inside me, Garry moaned. “You feel so fucking good.” 

I leaned forward, my nipples brushing against Garry’s chest, and his cock sliding out a little bit. With a quick bite, I nipped his lower lip. As he opened his eyes, I smiled. “So while you were edging, I was practicing something, too.” 

“What?”

“You are about to find out.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips and leaned back, sliding him deep inside me again. Slowly, oh so slowly, I rocked my hips back and then forward, sliding him in and out of my pussy.

I wasn’t lying. I had seen a popular post on Reddit about the “best fuck ever” and couldn’t resist my curiosity and clicked the link. It was a porn star who basically twerked on this guy’s cock. How she gyrated her hips certainly looked amazing for the guy. I read the comments, and it was unanimous—the guys all dreamed for a girlfriend who could do that. 

So I practiced on the bed, basically twerking while imagining Garry inside me. 

And now he was inside me, and I got to give him the best fuck ever. I slid down a little bit, and as I leaned back I gasped. Holy fuck, his cock was pressed against the top of my pussy and very near the base of my clit. I did a small hip thrust and gasped again. I was going to grind the fuck out of him while he was pounding my clit with his cock. Fuck I was going to come so hard. The question was who would come first. 

I quickened the pace and quickly was raising and lowering my hips, sliding my pussy up and down on Garry’s cock. Each thrust sent a shot of electricity up my pussy to my clit. 

“Oh my god, this feels so good. Ride me, baby. Fucking ride me.” In between Garry’s moans I could hear my ass slapping against his thighs. It was so hot I gave up all control and pounded my ass up and down while I fucked Garry’s cock. The feeling was so intense, and I was still wired from my previous orgasm that a new one built quickly.

“Oh yeah, honey. Your cock feels so hard.” I slowed down to savor the feeling longer but only for a moment. I badly needed to fuck him as hard and fast as I could. It just felt too good. As I did, the orgasm built to a crescendo. “Oh yeah. I’m coming. Oh. Oh.” 

Garry reached up and grabbed my ass with his hands. “Don’t stop. Oh my god, I’m coming. Don’t stop.” His hands pushed me down harder and up further, and the raw desire of his doing his best to help me fuck him did it. “I’m coming,” I whispered, as my legs tensed once again with the pleasure of my orgasm. 

I pushed down and held Garry’s cock deep inside me so that it was pressed hard against the top of my pussy. “Ohhh,” I moaned as my hands gripped the sheets in my tight fists. 

With his hands, Garry lifted me slightly and then pressed deep inside me. It seemed a little thing, but he immediately started to moan, “Fuck. Oh fuck that feels so good. God, honey, you are so tight and wet.” And like that I could feel his cock start to throb and his muscles tense. His hot cum shot inside me as I closed my eyes and focused on my own pleasure, which was pulsing through every muscle and nerve in my body. I was still in the height of pleasure as Garry’s cock continued to throb.

I fell forward onto Garry’s chest. Still panting, I breathily said, “That. Was. Amazing.” 

He kissed my head and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you so much. I missed you so much.”

I badly wanted to ask him not to go away again. To not go back. To just hide with me in our little ranch. But I knew I couldn’t. It was unfair to Garry. He was a good man. He had made a commitment, and he would follow through with it. So instead I just rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat fast with the passion of our love.

It was Garry’s turn to gently push me on the shoulder and I fell off him to the side. I felt sad as his cock slid out. He was on his side looking at me, his face unreadable. I rolled over to face him. “What?” I asked.

He reached out and touched my cheek. “Do you know what I loved so much about that?” 

“Oh, I can think of quite a few things you probably liked about that.” Garry smiled. He always loved that I was a bit of a smartass.

“Shh. I’m serious. What I liked the most was that it had nothing to do with any fantasy I had over there. Don’t get me wrong, those were all fine, but this was a fantasy that only lived here, with you.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” I replied.

“You don’t need to,” Garry replied, leaning forward to kiss me on the nose. “Just know that there are things that I cherish for being only found at home, and that includes fantasies that you share with me.”

It was clearly a powerful moment for Garry, so I just nodded my head. But as I thought of Garry being home so unexpectedly I realized just how powerful a moment it was. We had our sad but wonderful little Thanksgiving dinner. Our passion, held back for months and finally let loose in a way that I could still feel inside me. We would finally be sleeping next to each other. We were one.

I started to cry.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Garry reached over and brushed aside a tear with a thumb while his hand cupped my cheek.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so happy you are here. I’m so incredibly thankful for that. For you.”

“I’m thankful to be home, too. I’m thankful for you. I love you, Sam.” He slid forward and wrapped me up in a hug. “This was the best Thanksgiving ever.”

I let out a soft sob and then got myself under control. Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Well, the meal wasn’t anything to write home about.”

“The meal was at home. That immediately makes it the best ever.”

We were quiet for a long time, just holding each other. I hadn’t realized how draining the long trip from overseas must have been for Garry until I heard a small snore escape his lips. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart, now calm and steady. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For everything.”