Private Miller

by Alicia Bishop

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Mystery, Cheating, Wife Watching, Aunt, Nephew, White Couple, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Slow, .

Desc: Drama Sex Story: When Eric and Shannon Rogers went to the airport to pick up their son returning home from basic military training, they knew that he was bringing a friend home with him for the two weeks. They had assumed that, like their son, Private Miller would be a teenager. They were wrong.


Shannon's body moved slowly in the seat, responding to every little touch, each caress.

She didn't know which was the slowest ... his mouth exploring the inside of her trembling thighs as it moved up from her knees or the excruciatingly slow descent of her soaked thong being drawn down her legs. When they met half way he didn't ignore either one. Instead, he licked and kissed his way around the flimsy garment, taking time to enjoy the soaked lace by gently rubbing his face in it. The fragrance was so sweet, so enticing. A hint of what was to come. He knew he would keep them.

Minutes later when his mouth finally reached his target, he had already gently lifted one of her legs from his shoulders just enough to allow him to remove her thong from her right leg, intentionally leaving it on the left one to dangle on her foot. The thought of her legs swinging over his shoulders in the air behind him with her thong dangling was just too erotic to pass up. He wanted to make this last, to tease her unmercifully until she begged.

Yet he knew now was the time to coax the slow extraction of her first orgasm. First. There would be others. He knew that. Once she had totally relented to his mouth she would be too weak to deny him, to deflect any other advances. She would be seeking, totally open to anything he offered.

He was right! Shannon moaned out loud and glanced out into the darkness before closing her eyes for her final surrender.

What in the world was she doing?

How had it come to this?


(Baggage claim area Dallas Airport, one week before)

"Thirty Two. I'm thirty two."

Eric and Shannon Rogers glanced at each other quickly. They were embarrassed. Their new visitor had read their minds.

Trey knew it. Obviously his appearance had caught the couple by surprise. He smiled wryly and glanced at his young friend who also happened to be the couple's son.

"You didn't tell them, did you Private Rogers?" He was trying to make fun of an awkward moment. And it was awkward for all of them.

He turned to the couple.

"I'm sorry. It's obvious you thought that I was Dustin's age. He must have skipped that little part." He looked at Dustin again as if "How did you do this?"

Dustin shrugged. He hadn't given it any thought. Nobody had asked. Trey was his buddy. In basic military training you made very close friends very, very fast.

Eric broke the awkward moment.

"Welcome to our home, Robert."

"Thank you. Trey. I'd rather be called Trey."

"Trey it is, soldier." Eric wanted to clear the air and let things proceed. They were at the baggage area of the Dallas airport and had several hours drive ahead of them.

Shannon smiled broadly and nodded.

"Our home is your home," she offered. And she meant it. Any friend of Dustin's was a friend of theirs and was welcome in their home.

Especially this guy. Dustin had been a little bit of a discipline problem at home and they were concerned about him and the Army. But right after he had left for basic training they began to hear about "Private Miller." As their son's little stories became more and more specific the parents had agreed, "Thank God for Private Miller." Evidently this new acquaintance had a good head on his shoulders. More than once he had steered Dustin away from trouble and, more important still, had kept his attention on the job at hand.

As fate had it they were both going to the same unit and both had been informed that they would be immediately deployed to Afghanistan soon after that. When Dustin asked if he could invite his friend home for the two weeks before they reported to their unit they had no objections even though they had questions about why Private Miller wasn't going home. The answer they got back was "There's an unhealthy situation at home." They could understand that and gladly gave their approval.

And now the surprised couple was standing in front of him.

As she looked at them Shannon had to admit that the months of training had "bowed up" her son. But this other guy ... this Trey guy ... wasn't just bowed up. And he damned well wasn't a kid. No, he was a hunk of a man ... a physical specimen that could only have gotten that way through years of either hard manual work or a rigorous routine of working out. Later, she would find that it was from years of hard physical labor. That would empress her ... add to his mystique.

Dallas airport is huge and they had parked in the wrong place. It was a considerable walk back to their car. Shannon gave her son all her attention, hanging onto his arm as if he were about to run away. She didn't care if it embarrassed him in front of his friend. But inside her twirling brain Dustin wasn't getting all of her thoughts. No, she wasn't able to just ignore the two men walking behind her and carrying the luggage.

Trey walked directly behind her. At times he had to make a deliberate effort to move his head around to look back and acknowledge Eric who walked behind them all. Otherwise, his eyes were dedicated to an absolutely wonderful ass displayed by a pair of form fitting shorts that stopped only a few inches down from ass. The subtle suggestions coming from those tight cheeks belied her years. She could easily pass for her late twenties.

He loved the extremely short cropped hair she wore. There was something extremely athletic about her appearance. Oh, her body wasn't absolutely perfect. After all, she was over forty. He was accustomed to being around women mostly in their early twenties and thirties ... not forty. The fact that she had held her own for that long was a real turn-on to him. One thing was for sure. As a basketball coach she certainly hadn't just been standing around and blowing a whistle during practice all those years. It didn't surprise him to find that she was somebody's "Mommy." But it was astonishing that she was a soldier's "Mom."

"Damn, Dustin. You said your mom was nice looking. You didn't say she was hot!!" The thought was one of several that were suddenly going through his mind.

Yet, not all his thoughts were about her. One of his thoughts concerned the gentleman walking behind him.

There was no way any of the party involved could know how astute Trey was when it came to women. Especially wives. And especially their husbands.

Earlier, the couple had been late arriving at the baggage area and Dustin had spotted them from some distance away. It had taken Trey only a few seconds to pick up on everything. First, he had to get past the shock that this really attractive brunette with the long legs and nice body was Dustin's mother. Then, he noticed how far her husband was walking behind her. Maybe nobody else but Trey would have noticed or cared.

As usual, Eric was lingering far enough behind his wife that he could see the looks the other men were giving Shannon, especially as they passed her then looked back at her ass.

"Does your Dad always walk so far back?" Trey asked quietly.

Dustin thought a minute and then said, "Yeah, I think he does. Maybe Mom walks fast."

"Probably," Trey had mused. But he wondered.

His illicit thoughts got a little bit of support as the couple neared. If one took time to notice, Eric was sporting an ill concealed hard on that was quite visible through his loose shorts. And Trey had noticed. To the astute Trey, it could mean only one thing ... this guy really got off on watching other men admiring his wife. The question would be did it stop at just "admiring?"

And now, as they walked to the car, Trey wasn't the only one thinking about that. As a matter of fact, only Dustin wasn't thinking about it. Behind them, Eric was getting harder and harder, pleased that the younger man in front of him was very obviously appreciative of his wife's pert ass. And in front of both men, the center of their attention, Shannon knew full well what was going on behind her.

Eric had selected her shorts for her that morning as he did on a routine basis. As usual, he wanted her to wear something to showcase her tight cheeks for other men to enjoy. This wasn't new. For the past fifteen years he had delighted in the attention she got and had, so many times she couldn't possible count, expressed his desire to watch her with another man. He cajoled her about it on a regular basis. She never did. If he wanted to have that erotic notion as a stimulus to get a hard on, that was fine with her. She always enjoyed the sex.

That wasn't to say she didn't harbor the same thoughts at times ... she just didn't admit it to him and had neither the nerve nor the opportunity to do so. It was s-o-o-o dangerous. You were always hearing stories.

It was amazing that in that short time, still at the airport, Trey so quickly sensed it ... was correct with his diagnosis of the Rogers situation.

Of course, he had been given a huge amount of training in his life. And much of that training over the past fifteen years had been hands on.


And, as they opened their home to this handsome stranger, the unsuspecting Rogers' had no clue.


Trey had never known his father. A freak accident when he was young prevented that. For a long time his mother could handle it but barely. Even with an only child there were expenses, hardships that she didn't want him to endure. When he was thirteen the expenses became too much and she moved her sister in with them so that there would be two incomes.

What an astonishing change of life for a teenager.

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