Eckert’s Naval Base, Virginia – Friday Night
Julie shakes off another long week of work as night settles in over her little Navy base residence, a pair of comfortable shorts, and a loose shirt sans anything underneath. With wine in hand, she settles in front of the silent, glowing television, glittery phone in one hand, checking her usual accounts displaying nothing but visual noise.
Pictures of Julie and her husband wait quietly on the walls, he in his uniform before shipping out on one of his trips to sea. He’s been gone for over a month, answering the call at Julie’s expense.
Julie crosses her long legs, a slender body with subtle curves, natural red hair over freckles, and pretty blue eyes. She isn’t twenty minutes into her quiet session before a text whistles at her:
@Natty: Wine on the couch tonight, I see?
Julie smirks, a huff from her friend knowing her extremely too well. She taps away, knowing Natalie is sitting in her makeshift home office across base, one leg up in the plush chair as always.
@Julie: I already turned off my webcam. Stop spying on me, creeper. How is the home business going?
Natalie groans, this simple occupation going nowhere just to keep her busy while her husband is galivanting along with Julie’s husband on the same ship. Her sleep pants flop atop pedicured feet, an exercise bra firmly in place. Natalie’s dark hair is up in a messy ponytail, the bit of extra weight she carries giving her hips a little more flare. A child of the Pacific islands, her creamy coffee skin remains soft to the touch year-round.
@Natty: Frustrated. Like me.
@Julie: Tell me about it. It’s only been a month, and I’m dying.
Julie’s mood changes for the better when Natalie replies. A sip of wine before setting it aside, her eyes reading Natalie’s response twice:
@Natty: I know, I’d shamelessly suck his cock if he walked through that door right now.
Natalie waits, continuing her idle work, giving it up, and closing the application when the topic of her mind drastically changes. A grin emerges when Natalie reads Julie’s reply: @Julie: Wow! Burning up over there, huh? I didn’t know you were such a slut. Good for you.
@Natty: Sorry. I’m just not a prude, pure! Sorry, like you, angel hands, my bad
@Julie: Gasp, False! You don’t know me! I’ve got so many skirts stuffed away that Jeremy struggles to pick one out for me.
@Natty: Skirts? Please. It’s g strings and heels for his gal.
@Julie: With an ass like yours, I have to be honest, I would do the same!
@Natty: Nate doesn’t keep this booty hidden away for long. Momma’s got cushion.
@Julie: So, the spankings start early, then?
@Natty: Girl! I can’t keep his hands off of my ass when I wedge that string between my cheeks! Sometimes I have to run from the boy just to get him to calm down. Hard up, Fucker.
@Julie: Ooo, I like it. Jeremy has me bend over for panty checks.
@Natty: Panty checks, huh? Tell me more about that.
Julie shifts in place on the couch, sliding lower, letting her legs open and relax. She’s happy to keep tapping away.
Natalies’s eyes are on her phone, pretty brown eyes watching the glowing dots of Julie’s reply in progress.
@Julie: If he finds panties, he treats me like the Irish queen that I am.
@Natty: …and no panties?
@Julie: …I suck cock. See, you and I are the same.
@Natty: Then, if that’s the case, don’t wear panties. Ever. Why would you?
@Julie: I would opt not to wear them more if he would return the favor. I mean, come on, I’m not the only one with a tongue.
Natalie’s jaw drops, an audible little gasp before she quickly replies.
@Natty: Shocked Face Oh, my Gawd! He doesn’t go down on you!? Poor girlie…
@Julie: He does sometimes, but it’s like he forgets about my kitty when he’s ready to fuck.
@Natty: Eye Roll Ok, ok. But Jeremy is a beefy guy, though. The two of you are so different! You’re such a scrawny little thing!
Julie thinks for a moment before responding. Rapping her nails against the phone, and closing her eyes to think, she decides to go for it. ‘It’s just girl talk,’ she tells herself.
Natalie mouths ‘Wow’ at Julie’s response. The girl is getting bold.
@Julie: It is hard for me to deny that thick cock. It’s true; he stands six inches taller than me. When he finally gets it all the way in me, though, I’m full. FULL.
Natalie squeezes a tightly pent-up tit, touching her toes to the edge of her work desk. She reads Julie’s text again, fiddling with the elastic band of her plaid pants before letting it snap back into place.
@Natty: Is he gentle? Or does he pound away?
@Julie: Jeremy is gentle, which I enjoy. Sometimes he just takes my shoulders and fucks me from behind really, really slowly. He says it keeps him hotter for longer.
Natalie sets down her phone, hauling Victoria’s Secret over her head, giving it a toss as she relaxes, gently pinching her nipple. She doesn’t give a shit – she’s selfishly thinking about how big Julie’s husband’s cock must be. She squeezes the other tit, aware that her teeth are tightly pressed together.
@Natty: I love it! That sounds amazballz. Nate wouldn’t be able to do that. As soon as he sees my ass shake when he’s behind me, he grips my hips and fucks away. A little bit of tenderness would be nice for a change. He likes my jiggle.
@Julie: Your husband is so fun, though! As much as he likes your ass, I’m sure he does some pretty playful things with you.
Julie’s digging, so Natalie is happy to tell her what she wants to hear.
@Natty: Oh, honey. Between applying my nipple clamps and vibing my ass while I suck on his cock, he knows how to keep my motor running. I send him dirty texts about what I want him to do to me when he gets home.
Julie slides thin shorts down to her ankle, a hand on her clit when reading about Natalie’s ass getting vibed.
@Julie: Ugh! Bitch! I wish Jeremy would vibe my ass. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, though; my mouth would be latched to Jeremy’s cock so hard that he wouldn’t have any choice BUT to cum down my throat.
@Natty: Slut! You never told me that you swallowed.
@Julie: Oh yeah. Jeremy’s a big guy, too. He shoots a lot. Sometimes he just stands back and aims for my mouth. Sometimes he gets some in; sometimes, I think he’s just aiming for my face. How does Nate taste?
Natalie’s pants are unaccounted for, the image on her large computer monitor switching from spreadsheets to one of silent porn, a compilation of threesomes. She takes the time to reply before turning her attention to the screen again, rubbing her clit in rough circles.
@Natty: I don’t really remember. I couldn’t ever bring myself to swallow all of it. I can’t stand the taste. Maybe I’ll just send Nate over to you. You can tell me how he tastes.
Julie’s naked ass slides along the couch, the heat in her making it easy to slip a finger into her hot pussy. Her red hair is a mess. It’s fantastic.
@Julie: I’d really like that. I have to admit, I’ve touched myself thinking about sucking Nate’s cock. My pussy is going in his mouth, though. Is he thick or long? Details.
Natalie’s ass vibrates, the sensation resonating under her in the leather chair. She taps away; her lips pressed together at the thought of how much of a slut Julie is.
@Natty: Suck it, girl! It looks like this…
Julie quickly clicks on the video, one of nothing but a close-up of Nate furiously jerking his long cock. “Oh, fuck!” Julie lets out, the couch cushion wet, one leg hiked on the back.
@Julie: EVIL! You evil girl! Why do you fucking hate me?
@Natty: Yup. He’s my bad boy. That one’s new.
@Julie: Maybe you can satisfy Jeremy’s infatuation with dirty talk. You’d probably have to take this, though.
Natalie smiles when opening a picture of Julie’s husband’s big cock, an image of Julie’s hand hardly wrapping around it. “Big cock, Daddy. Come to Mommy, fucker.” Natalie’s mouth is hot and open, pressing her ass into the chair to feel the vibe grow stronger.
@Natty: HOT! Hot, Hot! I knew it was big. Send Jeremy my way. I’ll be his obedient little bitch.
@Julie: He’s going to want to fuck your ass.
@Natty: I want him to!!!!
Julie and Natalie play with themselves, both of them on the very edge.
@Julie: Foul-mouthed bitch.
@Natty: Cum swallowing slut.
Julie cums hard, curled into the couch with her hand pressed between slender legs.
Natalie’s round hips buck, finally squirting at the sight of Julie’s freckled hand on Jeremy’s big cock.
They recover the best they can. They both need a minute.
@Julie: They need to get home. NOW!
@Natty: Agreed.
