I want to edge this way for a good long time, preferring to prolong it as long as possible. That way, I can work up to a wonderful ten minutes in the ...hower jerking off before my wife gets home. The open garage door and side doors allow gentle breezes to blow through as I tinker with my two toys. I hear a vehicle pull up in front of the house and I look out to see a courier truck. A guy gets out. He is cute, maybe thirty-five-years-old. He is tall and husky but is limping quite badly. It looks. “Such as?”“Letting me out of this box?”“No they’re busy,” she smiled, her hair blowing in the evening breeze, her hand back between her legs.“Wish I could swap places with them...” Ben moaned.“Mmm that would be nice,” she purred, “but I love the way your eyes peer out through that grille, full of hope that someday I might release you...” Amy was again wondering off into her special place.“Please Amy,” Ben pleaded, “My lips could do so much more than those keys.”Amy flicked some wayward hair. Mel pushed back hard on his bare cock, she knew he was ready to cum, Rob stiffened and grunted, I didn't know if he was in Mel's ass or pussy, all I could see was Robs face as he plunged in one last time and held it there, deep inside her, shuddering as he came inside my beautiful whore wife. Mel must have known that he was about to do his load so she pushed back as hard as she could onto the strangers shit covered cock and milked him for all his seed, holding him deep inside her, both of them. Wiping a tear away, she went to the small wooden chest that sat on the floor and knelt down softly. Opening it, she breathed deeply. It was a tradition that she had formed over the past few months. She was an army wife waiting for her soldier to come home. With shaking hands she removed the stack of letters that she had received. It was her way to remain connected to him. When Sarah read the words, she could hear his voice. She could see his face. She could feel his touch. And for that moment.