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(MF, wife, cheat, intr, military) *** When one's husband is in the military, the husband can be deployed at any time leaving the wife to deal with her loneliness and her sexual needs. Of course the wife may not be lonely too long before she finds a great lover. Sometimes another service member is willing to do his duty and help the lonely wife, which is what this story is all about. At the time I was working for a fairly large company and there was a local National Guard unit that three of our employees belonged to that was alerted for deployment. The company had a farewell party for them just before they left for Iraq. I attended the party without my husband as he had another obligation that particular night. At the party we had alcoholic drinks and danced to music. We were all having a good time and we all danced with the departing men and wished them well. One particular young man, Zak, was a bit drunk and kept dancing with me. He kept flirting with me and saying that he sure was going to miss me. He told me how much he admired me and asked me for a favor, I told him that I would be honored to do him a favor any time. Zak said that being he did not have a girl friend, and that every soldier had to have a pin up, that he want a photograph of me to keep while he was in Iraq. "Zak, I am, well, not sure, uhhhh, Well I really don't have a suitable pic, you know the pin up type. And of course I am a mature married woman and all." "Brenda, please make me a nice pin up photo, put on your bathing suit or something a make one. It will be great. You are my incentive to make it home." Zak, I don't want to let you down and I sure want you to come home. Uhhhhh, I will need to disguise myself somehow, don't want anyone to recognize me being married and all." "Brenda, I am sure you can think of something. I sure want a pic of you and show me some of that sexy body." I blushed, and said, "Oh Zak, its not that good." I went home and was thinking of what I could do. I found one of my college son's old football helmets and some mirrored eyeshades and put them on and looked in the mirror and decided that no one would recognize me wearing the helmet and shades. I then started trying on some of my bathing suits and shorts etc. I finally settled on a pair of red hot pants and a skimpy string tied sun top. I was thinking of how hot I looked and was dreaming of how Zak would be looking at the photo at night and maybe doing some little manly things that young men do when they think of women, as I giggled. I set up the digital camera on a tripod in the back yard. I found a football and decided to put it under my arm and make like I was going to score a touchdown. I leaned over to show my breast and I took some pictures of myself. I picked out one and loaded it on the computer and started thinking of what kind of captain I would put on it. I want it to be relevant and a bit suggestive, after all this would be Zak's evening pleasure for several months. I thought of several like; Touch down bound. You cants stop me. I am on your team, then it struck me, yes this is it! "Can You Handle This Tight End?" I printed it out and put it in an envelope marked 'ZAK'. I took a couple of hours off from work and saw Zak off at the airport. I gave him the envelope and instructed him to not open it until he was in Iraq. He gave me a kiss and was on his way. I watched as the young black man walked thru security. I found myself watching his firm butt and wondered what it would be doing when he saw my picture with the captain. Was it too suggestive? Was it sexy enough? The dark black Zak disappeared into the airport waiting area as I blew a kiss in his direction. About eight months later, my husband was deployed to Iraq for a 12-month tour. Zak was deployed for 10 months, which meant that he, would be returning in a couple of months. I fond myself looking forward to Zak's return and had some very erotic thoughts of Zak as he lay there in his bunk and looked at the pinup of me. I would think of surprising him and slipping into bed with him and taking care of his needs. The two months passed and Zak sent me his arrival schedule. I was very anxious to meet Zak and greet him. On the night before his return, I lay in bed with my hand down between my thighs feeling my moist woman hood thinking of how much I needed a man and thinking of how much Zak must need a woman. I wondered if it were possible that black Zak had dreamed of actually having Brenda, his pin up girl? I knew that I had dreamed of him and especially of recent days. I suppose the old adage is true about when one is not near the one they love, they will love the one they are near. I was now convinced that I wanted Zak and was very hopeful that he wanted to take care of the "Tight End" in the pin up. I picked out a loose fitting red knee length dress that was tight enough to accent my butt and breast. I decided to wear black lacy panties and bra that actually were slightly visible through the red dress. I did not care who saw me as long as it got my soldier man's attention. Yes there he was! When he spotted me, he rushed to me and took me into his arms and I said, "Welcome home soldier. You tight end is here!" We both laughed as he kissed me squarely on the lips and he said, "Damn I sure missed you. Your pin up got me through some rough times in Iraq. I have lived for this day," as he hugged me again and kissed me again and again. I was now convinced that he needed no further encouragement from me. He had dreamed about me so much while in Iraq, that he was ready to attack my white ass. There was no doubt that I would be ready and willing to take care of all his built up sexual frustrations. "Zak, I don't want to be presumptive or anything like that, but I have some Champaign iced down at home and would be willing to share it with my soldier man, uh if you would like that." "Brenda, Champaign sounds good. Do you think I can also tackle that Tight End I have been looking at every night since I left?" I reached over as I drove, and touched Zak gently in the crotch area and discovered that his manhood was already aroused. I replied, "Zak, I would have been disappointed if you had not wanted to tackle my tight ass. I have dreamed a few times about that very thing." We enter the house and wasted no time as we went into each others arms as out lips met and our hands moved to feel each other's butts as we squeezed together grinding our pelvic areas into each other like a couple of sex starved animals. We finally stopped and caught our breath as I said, "Wow, we are acting like two horny little kids wondering what to do next." We both laughed and kissed again and again. We finally parted and Zak popped the cork on the Champaign. We made a toast to each other, Zak went first and said, "Here is to being with my pin-up tight end football gal after 10 long months." I responded, "Here is to my Zak, his homecoming gift is my tight end." I then reached down and felt his huge hard cock and said, "Humm, I think my Zak likes the thought of tackling my tight end." Zak, not to be outdone, reached under my skirt and ran his fingers under my panties, and said, "Hmm, I think your tight end wants Zak to tackle her." We both drank our Champaign as we continued to kiss and feel each other, knowing that we were at a point of no return. Zak was about to take a white man's wife as his trophy for returning from Iraq and I was about to make myself a trophy for a young black man who had not been with a woman for a long time. I took Zak's hand and without a word led him to my bedroom where I was about to submit to the sexual desires of this sex starved young black stud. I unbuckled his pants and pulled down his shorts taking charge of his hard black pole, caressing it as I kissed and licked my way to his huge balls hanging in his ball sack. I lingered there mouthing each ball as it slid in and out of my mouth. I knew they were eager to perform their duty and fill by white womb with their black seed. Zak was running his hands through my hair as I stoked his hormones. I then sat on the side of the bed as Zak undressed his white trophy, unleashing my white lobes with their hard erect nipples eagerly awaiting my young lover's attention. I was finally undressed and Zak trailed kisses from my lips to each nipple, stopping and sucking like a hungry baby. I threw my head back and closed my eyes and imagined I was lactating for my young lover as he suckled my sweet warm milk. He moved further down trailing kisses along the way. I could hardly wait until he arrived between my thighs and parted my thick curly dark woman's hair and kissed inside my lips, then running his tongue around my clit making me moan with sexual pleasure. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide signaling that I was submitting everything to my black lover. Zak was now slurping and licking as fast as he could. He soon moved up and pulled me into the middle of the bed and moved above me placing his black shaft at the opening of my womanhood. He was now making the final claim on his trophy, his tight end, his pin up gal, his sexual fantasy was being fulfilled as was mine as well. I was ready for my lover as he slid deep inside me as I gasped with pleasure and pulled my young black stud to me. I knew he was mine now. I could feel him go deep and thrust against my cervix. We were both thrusting and grinding in unison, sweating and slipping. I was moaning loudly and Zak's pleasure sounds were more like a deep grunt. "OH, Brenda, your tight end is fucking good, Baby! You have my cock so hot! You are so fucking hot! You are my momma!" "Oh, yes Zak, I'm all yours sugar baby, I'm all yours. Yo Momma is here for her baby. Take all you want, baby. Breed yo Momma!" His balls were now pounding my tight ass like two sledge hammers. They were letting me know that they were ready to unload into my waiting womb, to plant their black seed deep inside my garden. Zak was breathing hard now as he pounded harder and faster. I knew I was ready to explode as I felt Zak's breeding tool start to contract and throb. I then had my orgasm as I felt his black balls unloading into my womb as his tool pumped his black seed deep inside my white ass. I screamed out with pleasure, and pulled Zak hard against me. Zak gave one last loud grunt and then lay still as I milked every drop from his cock, which was now resting deep inside me. We both lay there sweating and holding each other as we savored the last moments of our climaxes. I could tell that I had been up to the task and had given my black stud all the loving he could have dreamed about all those months in Iraq. I also knew that he had given his white lover all she wanted and had pleased her more than she had ever been pleased before. I cannot explain it, but I believe that mature women are made for young eager studs that are sex starved and impatient. Perhaps older women are meant to take care of the younger studs just like in the animal kingdom, where it is the older females that teach the young males and the young males seek out the older females in the herd. Zak and I went to sleep and as I awoke in the morning, I looked over and admired my young black lover as he lay there with his black skin glistening in the sun. I saw his now deflated manhood as it lay in a nest of kinky black hair sleeping until it was time to rise up and again take care of a horny white wife. I knew that I had given it something to remember and was sure that it would soon be ready to again service a hot white wife's waiting womb. I sat drinking coffee anxiously awaiting for my black lover to get his rest out and join me for some morning events, , whatever they might be, , , , I smiled to myself as I thought of how well we had enjoyed ourselves and how much more there would be before my husband came home and reclaimed his white assed wife who had been fucked deep by a young black soldier, just doing his duty. I look at it like this. My husband was not home to take care of a horny wife and Zak did not wear anything out. His wife was still a horny loving and happily satisfied wife when he came home from Iraq. 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