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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost:  The Party

The Party


With practiced skill, she breathed her proposition in his ear, watching
him shudder as the idea passed through him.  No one else in the party
could have heard her; to anyone watching, nothing would have
appeared out of place.  That was how she wanted it.

She excused herself, quietly disappearing into the crowd, moving
away from the onerous conversation they were having with the base
commander.  No one paid her any undue attention, no one questioned
her destination.   She slipped past old friends with their insincere
smiles, quietly making her way to the master bedroom.

She hated giving parties, hated having to play hostess to all the phony
people her husband had to deal with.  The plastic people, she called
them.  And she was the plastic hostess.  The nice house, the comforts
that came from his rising rank all paled beside the longing of her
heart.  Simple romance.  Simple affection.  She wanted to be in love.

Oh, friends had warned her against marrying the brash young officer.
He had only needed an attractive, intelligent wife to further his career,
but she had ignored them, stubbornly insisting on having her own
way.  She'd believed in the fairy tail, in the fantasy, happy to be swept
away by the handsome prince to his castle on a military base.

Her reflection in the mirror made her turn and look, barely seeing the
woman she had been in the carefully coifed image.  Her face showed
little sign of her years, her body the envy of women half her age.
Where had the suntanned, free spirit fled to?  Where had the girl
who believed in those fantasies disappeared to?

Shutting the dark thoughts away, she slipped out of her evening dress,
laying it over the chair by the bed.  She dropped her slip on top of it,
sliding between the sheets wearing only her panties, bra, and garter
belt with stockings.

The wait was not long.  He slipped into the room silently, his
muscular shadow creeping across the room to her side.  She reached
up and helped undo the collar of his dress uniform, his mouth seeking
hers.  Sparks filled the air between them, the heat between then
swelling to a crescendo.

Pulling his shirt open, she ran her tongue across his chest, smelling the
muskiness that belonged to him.  His hands caressed her breasts
through her bra, feeling the nipples leap to attention, her back arching
invitingly, pressing her breasts towards him.  He played her skillfully,
spreading warmth through her body with his touch.  Her breathing
came faster, panting against his chest.

He moaned, feeling her tongue flicker across his nipple, her hand
sliding down to cup the hard bulge in his pants.  She wasn't shy,
opening her pants to release his hard cock.  "We don't have a lot of
time."  He whispered.

She nodded.    Giving his cock one long caress, she lay back, pulling
him down with her.  His weight pressed her into the soft mattress, his
body warm against her skin.  She felt his cock wet against her thigh,
his hand shredding the thin underwear she wore.  She gasped as he
entered her, burying his hard cock in her wetness.

For a heartbeat, he remained like that, running his thumb across her
clit, feeling her body jerk and spasm under his touch.  Her legs
clasped around him, her thighs soft against his waist.  Slowly, oh so
slowly, he slid out of her, feeling the muscles of her pussy clasp
around his cock, trying too keep him in place.  Laughing silently, he
kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he plunged back
into her softness.

Her hair came unbound, the long tresses scattering across the pillow.
Her moans encouraged him, making him pump harder, faster,
trapping her little screams of pleasure under his kiss.  He didn't want
any one stumbling into the room, looking for the missing hostess,
maybe alerted by the sounds of their passion.  He couldn't afford to
be discovered in here, during the biggest party of the year.

Her hips thrust up, her body convulsing through wave after wave of a
powerful orgasm.  He would love to have ridden this out, to have
fucked her hard until she climaxed again, but tonight, he didn't have
the luxury.  There would be other chances, other opportunities.
Biting his lip to stifle his own cry, he came, shooting her full of his
cum.

They separated, rolling away from each other, each trying to calm
their breathing.  He cupped her ass, squeezing the soft cheek,
watching her body experience one final shudder at his touch.  "You
are the hottest woman I know, Mrs. Colonel."  He whispered,
moving away to get dressed again.  "Still as sexy as the day I married
you."

She lay back on the bed, saluting him, her breasts bouncing jauntily as
she moved.  She smiled up at the brash young officer she'd married,
feeling the love in his eyes like a caress.  She hated the parties, the
politics it required to help him maneuver to the rank he wanted, but
she loved the man and wanted to be in his life.

He dressed quickly, efficiently, every inch the military man he
appeared.  "I'll be out in a few."  She whispered, kissing him again
before he could disappear back to the party.  "It seems to take me
more time to put myself back together."

He left her, tweaking her nipple affectionately as he passed.  She
looked again to her reflection, seeing the messy hair, the smeared
make up.  She cupped her breast, watching her image do the same,
pinching the hard nipple the way he had. She saw again the suntanned
free spirit, alive in her eyes once again.  Smiling softly to herself,
she began the long process of  hiding that impish girl, once again
reclaiming her place as the officers wife.



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